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Post by Gaia on Sept 27, 2014 3:01:01 GMT -5
Laura is sat down in the living room of the Top Floor apartment inside the Mission and Shelter. Crossed legged on the ground she has a wooden box open before her with many small vials and little packets, different seeds, spices and packets of what look like tiny tiny crystals and twigs.
Laura softly chews her lip as she reaches into her satchel also on the floor next to her, her pale hand pulling a pestle and mortar, a small one with a blackened outer. Setting it down it only takes her a few moments before she is ruffling into the box, taking out a few things, having a sniff of a couple of packets.
She carefully pours some small looking dried seeds into the mortar, making a little face as the scent which is potently bitter.
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Post by Fenris on Sept 28, 2014 10:34:14 GMT -5
Gunnar walked from the room to the kitchen, making it as far as the living room before stopping. His Leather Jacket and cut left in the room for the moment. No reminder of what he is really, just a pair of blue jeans, his hair a tousled mess, bandages on his arms and chest that are a bit bloody. Looks like he has been in a knife fight, or with something with very large claws.
He shifts his weight a little surveying what Laura is doing, calmly sits now next to her and shoots her a charming dimpled smile," Hi." He says almost with a childs glee to his face. Like one of those guys in 3rd grade that have a crush on you and don't know what else to say. He looks over what she is doing and smirks a bite.
He has seen this before,....The voice again...." Gunnar......Guuuuunnnnnaaaarrr." He looks up to the ceiling as if to an imaginary person, his brain just exploding, with a serious obscenities, then hits the calm out of no where, as if someone paused a tornado." Just, Stop...seriously." no outward words. His eyes flick quickly back to Laura." SO what are we making here that smells like a senseless french sui chief is cooking?"
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Post by Gaia on Sept 29, 2014 5:22:39 GMT -5
Laura's brows raise a little before she can't help the little chuckle in her throat.
"umm..." she points over the other side of where Gunnar sits.. "See those mesh sheets there? pass me one?"
There is indeed a small pile of very very fine natural mesh sheets laid against the floor.. she offers her hand for one.
"How did you sleep? That bedroom is sometimes a little cold.." She watches him as if feeling a little guilt for the fact.
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Post by Fenris on Sept 29, 2014 8:14:32 GMT -5
Gunnar smiles a little at the response she gives him. His eye brows shoot up as he looks around where she is pointing." What? OH...." He chuckles him self and reaches over grabbing the sheets she asked for. he takes one separating them carefully from the others and takes paced steps back before handing her the Sheet." Der ye go!." Every once in a while that accent still flexes through...a way he got use to talking. Kind of like, when your mom would say , dont make that face or it could get stuck that way.
He hears the voice,"Gunnar. She is married, what is it with you, and married women." The Fenrir's face grimaced slightly. It could be due to the injuries with stained or it could be because the color commentary in his brain. The thoughts there from him echo back," Shut up, it isn't like that." Mentally Grumbling honestly not looking at things like that to him...." It is always like that, isn't it?" His brows furrow as he looks over Laura for the briefest of thoughts then simply responds with " No." Apparently not the response he was suppose to give," Oh bullshit Gunnar You forget I have seen you work. Soo innocent aren't you. You fucking retard." There was a hint of jealousy in the voice which really cause it.
He does however sit down next to Laura and watches her work. " Probably doesn't help that I don't sleep much. Haven't been able to for sometime....and sometimes...it is worse than others."
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Post by Gaia on Sept 30, 2014 13:33:00 GMT -5
Laura tilts her head softly before she pauses and looks fully at Gunnar. "You're having trouble?" she asks with a careful inquisitive eye that curiously traces his face. "Would you like me to help you?" She offers a small smile of something reassuring as she continues to watch him. She nods to the little packages of meshed herbs and spice.. "They are all to help with different afflictions.. fever.. pain.. anxiety.. I am sure I am bring something together to help you rest better.."
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Post by Fenris on Oct 1, 2014 16:36:54 GMT -5
" Quick Gunnar, Quick, Do something! You know you wanna, I can see it in here." The voice seems to find a way to tap in his head, Odd how such a comforting sound, a sound that could put him at such piece would drive him absolutely ape shit. It was as if he was paying for his past misgivings all at once, regardless the fact he is actually trying to be better, move forward, and be stronger. ' No,' he says in his own mind,' You were the last...you were the last ever.' There is a bit of a chuckle of disbelief." I know you...I know you better than you know your self. Don't pull that chivalrous crap now, it isn't your style, kinda makes you seem pathetic, with a little drop of weak thrown in there." Buttons pushed can not be unpushed his face take a bit more of a pained than Angry look. His eyes trace back to Laura's his brain a little corrupted for a brief second before flipping back to his normal mind set...which in all honesty wasn't much better. " Only if you can take the dreams with you Laura. Too many years of this shit." Smacks his head with the palm of his hand a couple times, as if to do the poor mans fix on a TV." You seen the things I have seen, done the things I have done, You wouldn't sleep to well either. You dreams would be laced with a Body Count, and you days would be haunted by seeing their faces in a crowd....You never forget. Ever." Points to her and leans on one elbow toward her," However.....That isnt to say I am saying no....just realize it is more complicated than all that. ![]()
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Post by Gaia on Oct 3, 2014 3:32:39 GMT -5
Laura softly tilts her head watching him with an empathic look, trying to understand one of the men of the front line. She was a gentle soul, she cared a lot for people. That was her business and her enjoyment in every day..
Her brow twitches a little with a furrow. Her fingers reach out and lightly touch his temple. Featherlight, she closes her eyes and slowly starts to pull on his surface thoughts, her pulse starting to quicken as she feels cold water rush through her veins, eyes moving rapidly behind closed eyelids. Invoking some of the power her ways had brought her.
(Mentalis - basics - OOC note)
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Post by Fenris on Oct 3, 2014 23:25:52 GMT -5
Not exactly what Gunnar expected usually when he gives that sort of response a person will think he is full of shit, back of or just change the topic because they think he is trolling them. Gentle soul or not Gunnar hadn't experienced one of them in a good long while. The closest, was a innocent whose whole life was ripped apart by the slaughter of their family. Which he took it upon himself to systematically hunt down and kill at the time. Gunnar was a good man once, once, now he was a bad man that tried to do good things. In all reality he didn't ask for help...usually didn't want it either. People that tried to help him usually did it for their own means. To make themselves feel better. It was hard to know the real man. However as she touch Gunnar experienced silence, there was worry to his brow. Confusion as to what she was doing, a Sharp flash came into his mind of something similar that resulted in him having no memory of things for a few months. There was a lot of pain and force of will to bring them back. There were nightmares in his mind, fears, fears down of things happening to her that she didn't deserve. Some graphic, Mixed with thoughts she can clearly watch trying to be pushed back, trying to be hidden. Ones he just tries to break his brain from even putting them there. In the end of the day he opened his eyes and looked straight into her face," You don't want in there darlin, its where my Demons hide." She can almost hear the song play in his head almost as if for her. " You don't want to go in there....it's dark...It very well may be too late for me...and thats ok." 
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