alex benedetto (
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irismessaging2013-06-02 08:51 am
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[ if you were expecting much to come from this current broadcast, camp half-blood, you've got another thing coming. after that "debriefing" alex just had, and her overall unfamiliarity with such "technology" as communicative necklaces... yeah, alex is a little too overwhelmed to say anything (not that she says much at all, usually) so all she's doing right now is peering curiously at the pendant.
so enjoy a few minutes of this woman frowning at you, turning this way and that as she turns the pendant in her hands.
then, finally, a sigh. ]
I must have overworked myself at Constance's...
[ because this is definitely some weird dream, right? right. ]
ACTION:
[ dream though it may be, it's definitely one... very vivid dream. and crowded, too! though that just might be because she's still in hermes' cabin, so if you happen to be around there, you can find alex sitting along the edge of a bed, keeping to herself, and frowning around at the rest of the space... nothing personal, of course. she just has no real idea, yet, what to make of all this.
in truth, she's probably still just waiting to wake up.
...
just to be sure though.
she'll give her arm a little pinch. ]
action.
But once he's done with his routine and beating some brats around the arena (it's really not his fault they keep picking fights with him), and once he's showered after that, there's no reason not to stick his head into Hermes cabin. See if she's there. That's barely a detour at all.
So, yeah, have one familiar face, now in a garish orange t-shirt, but his tags clinking as usual.]
action.
even in her dreams.
her mouth opens, but she makes no sound. instead she rises from the bed, looking as if she were trying to deliberate if she should come closer or remain where she is.
in the middle of this deliberating, though, her attention finally decides to focus on one thing—
that shirt.
...
yeah, definitely dreaming now. ]
action.
What?
[Is she coming out or is she gonna stay in there? Not that he's got any reason to talk to her if she does come out.]
action.
indeed, it's that look, coupled with that ridiculous shirt (a shirt she's noticed others are wearing, but somehow on nicolas it's just ten times more alarming) that actually gets her to do something she'd probably never do in front of nicolas in a million years (at least not on purpose, and definitely not at his expense):
laugh.
it's a quiet one, of course, muffled slightly by the hand she lifts to her mouth. but she's definitely laughing, nic.
and you can probably tell she's laughing at you. ]
action.
[Either she's gone crazy or- actually, he's not sure what else it could be. He's barely even seen her smile at him. So this leaves him a little bit dumbfounded. (Bear with him, he's been wearing camp shirts for over two weeks now. It doesn't really occur to him.)]
action.
Nice shirt.
action.
He scoffs back, which is as close to him laughing along as she's gonna get. When he signs back he keeps it simple. For convenience, of course.]
I can't wear mine anymore.
action.
it's her first real look at the camp, outside the cabin, so for a while she's a little overwhelmed by it. finally, when she turns back to him, there's something a lot like dread settling in on her features.
a dream, so vivid...
without warning, alex slowly lifts her hand, eyeing that bright shirt that proclaims the title of this camp, and lets her palm graze over it. soft, cotton, worn. real.
with a little panic, she looks up at nic, her hand following right after, settling firmly on his cheek. warm, rough, worn. real. ]
...I'm not dreaming.
action.
Nicolas bats her hand away none too gently, with a slight baring of teeth, and doesn't have an answer. It's just a realization, after all. Just a statement. No, she's not dreaming.]
action.
now she turns back around, takes in the camp yet again...
it's true? all of this? the bit about her past, her parentage... for someone who can barely remember her background, hearing such things is world-shattering.
slowly, she lowers down into a crouch, instinctively curling up as her mind races. give her a moment. :'( ]
action. ...so I may have lied about just one more.
But he still doesn't do more than look on, not sure how to actually comfort her, or if he wants to. If he should. It pulled the rug out from under him, too, but all the same, what is he supposed to do? He can't make it make sense any more than she can.
Either way, he stays where he is. Surreal orange shirt, dogtags, and all, watching as she gathers up the pieces.]
action. omg bad kite >8(
gradually, she pulls herself together, manages to look up at him from her crouched position. when she's certain she's got his attention, she tentatively signs: ]
Worick...?
[ if nic's here, surely worick can't be too far behind? ]
action. ^^
After a month, he's not so sure he expected anyone to come at all. Maybe Paul Klee or Galahad or some of the other twilights, if anyone.]
action. huffhuff
no worick? but how? why? it was a jarring thought, a scary thought... but she refused to curl up again. or, at the very least, she refused to let nic see her like that again.
so instead she focuses on him. truly looks him over now. ]
Are you alright...?
action.
I'm fine.
[There's a few scratches on him, but that's all. Dirt on the knees of his pants that he can't quite seem to get rid of anymore. But no bandages, no stitches in sight.]
action.
eventually, shes dares to ask. ]
What about... your medicine...?
action.
He still answers before he's recovered enough to look at her.]
I don't need it here.
action.
Th-That's great!
[ at least it sounds like it, to her, someone who's been made to take pills, and now has to rely on another set just to keep sane during her withdrawal symptoms. ]
action.
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quietly, she hovers behind him, waiting. if it's just the two of them... she'll wait till he's ready. ]
action.
So he thinks of something else instead, and for a wonder actually starts talking.]
I'm in cabin 5. The red one.
[He gestures over to where that's at. So she can find him. Not that they won't see each other at mealtimes, anyway.]
action.
she looks around suddenly, easily locating the red cabin now that he's pointed it out. she makes a mental note to memorize it.
once done, she moves so that she's in his peripherals once more, and hesitantly signs: ]
What now?
action.
Don't walk out. The monsters they talk about are real.
[He had to go see that for himself, but now he can tell her not to try the same. She, after all, would definitely die.]
action.
but he isn't laughing, and he isn't smiling either. ]
Monsters? [ definitely not a sign she thought she'd have to know. ] Real monsters?
action.
[He kind of got mauled by one. But since people tend to make such a big deal out of it, he's kind of hesitant on showing the scars there.]
Didn't get far when I tried.
[So you might want to just not do that. He doesn't look like he's joking at all here. In fact, he looks more like it's not something he likes to admit. He's sure he could've done better than defeating only one rhino-sized hellhound.]
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