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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2014 21:37:29 GMT
Kestrel walked closely beside Pike, honestly just wanting to collapse into a bed and curl up beside him. She laughed softly and smiles up at him as he joked back, glad that he not only got the joke but made his own in return.
She followed him into the room they were sharing and reluctantly let go of his hand, sitting down on the corner of her bed, watching him with a soft smile. "You should rest now."
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Post by Pike Rosenburg on Dec 23, 2014 19:03:30 GMT
"Yeah?" Pike mimed one of her soft smiles, standing over her. He knelt and kissed her, a teasing sort of kiss that he used to be famous for. He straightened again and sat down beside her like nothing had just happened, the smile still heavy on his face.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2014 5:16:41 GMT
Kestrel tensed for a moment when his lips hit hers before she relaxed into him, returning the teasing touch. Where he'd been famous for such kisses, she'd only kissed one other guy before in her life. People had always thought of her and her sister as off and taking care of Rowena consumed all her time.
She watched with a matching smile as he stood and then sat next to her, instinctively leaning into his side where she could curl up quiet contentedly. Despite his illness there was a wry strength in the man that just wouldn't give. She prayed fiercely it never would. He deserved a good and long life.
"Yes you should mister. Don't forget I'm in charge of your health and I'll do whatever I must to get you into that bed." She said with a playfully stern tone, the words sounding far more dirty than she meant.
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Dec 28, 2014 21:54:37 GMT
"Oh, I don't think you'll have any problem with gettin' me into bed," Pike shrugged an arm around her, taking his time, letting his fingers tease strands of hair and drag down her shoulder before settling at her waist. He smiled thinly, eyes twinkling and filmy. He squeezed her waist gently.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2014 17:22:54 GMT
Kestrel couldn't help the slight blush that washed over her cheeks either at his words or his touch, it was impossible to tell. She had never say with a man like this or joked about these kinds of things. She gazed up into his twinkling eyes that matched the color of the sea, a smile painting her full lips.
"To rest, of course." She added softly, leaning up to press another kiss to his lips.
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bisexual
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Airron won't leave me alone
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Dec 29, 2014 19:25:10 GMT
"Hey, whatever you wanna do, Princess," Pike said nonchalantly, pursing his lips against hers. He pulled her head into the crook of his shoulder, nestling it there gently. "Rest goes for you too."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2014 5:33:06 GMT
Kestrel nestled in against him, her body pressing close against him. Touch had always been a comfort to her and that was what she found in him now. Comfort. Security in the way his arms held her. For one so weak, he was so strong.
A laugh bubbled up from her, the sound soft and quiet. "Princess? No one has ever called me that." She murmured with a smile pressed against his neck.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2014 16:03:04 GMT
"There's no better time to start than now." Pike's heart swelled whenever he heard her bubbly, hushed laughter. He pressed a light kiss to the top of his head. "You are a Princess in every way, but a sensible princess. An independent one."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2014 2:44:00 GMT
(Typing up my reply now because I have inspiration out of nowhere.)
News of Jasmin's whereabouts didn't come until days later. It took them five days to stabilize connections with her. She'd fried the communication system she'd found in the Capitol hospital after releasing the prisoners of war, but not without a little help from a friend in low places...
Nixon Rider. People were skeptical of their new alliance with his gangs - who would've brought up the insane idea of becoming partners with gang members? She could hear the uncertainty in their voices even through the static-filled radio. It took her three days to be found. Two more to get back to Four. And another to pick up her new connection: a thief that called herself Delainey.
"...Sooo, what're we doing, besides chilling here and waiting for something to go boom?" Delainey said, sparking conversation as she and Jasmin trotted from the landed hovercraft toward the safe house her soldiers were housed in.
"Gettin' you acquainted with the soldiers so you can show them you won't pick pocket them." The blonde replied dryly. For someone who had been ambushed and had her body used for cruel and unusual experiments, she sure was handling everything well. Her head whipped around to face the dark-lipped, smokey eyed brunette. "Don't pick pocket them!" She reminded her, lifting her hand to waggle her middle finger for effect, but she remembered the pain in her arms and winced.
Delainey raised her hands in an 'I surrender' gesture. "Hey-" She jerked her chin toward a younger, sun-streaked blonde soldier, batting her eye in a clumsy wink that was allover sultry and no parts shameful.
"Who is-" The man began, blowing out his cheeks to hide his flush. Jasmin finished with a slight shake of her head. "It was a condition. She gets to stay an' assess everything and update Rider on what's going on."
"But-"
"Nichols, seriously, the District Attorney cleared her. Trust me." She was trying to reestablish a professional relationship with her soldiers, but the weight of her morphling left her floaty and talkative. Jasmin stepped forward, nearly stumbling into a doe-eyed, curly-headed boy. He caught her by the shoulders. "Pike-" Her voice was thin and cracked. She hadn't expected him to be around, especially looking so well and flushed with tan. Her body only then registered pain. Her eyes flew wide, and Pike quickly released her.
"They said you were injured..." He pushed her gently through the threshold. "And they also said you were with that asswipe Rider." His gaze trickled to the new girl, who had her head cocked, listening with intent curiosity.
"Hey, hey, let's be fair here. Forte here can be a real asswipe too. Her hands are just as dirty as ou-" Delainey said wickedly, but without bitterness. Jasmin cut her off unceremoniously. "Pike, this is about now. This ain't about your problems with him when we were younger." She looked at him hardly.
"Fine! I was just saying. Is his hair still awful?" Pike started up again, but pleasantly this time.
"Hey. I'd like to listen to you two play your little brother-sister thing as much as the next person, but Forte needs a little r-and-r and some medical attention." The brunette said, waving Pike off.
"What? You're hurt? Princess!" Pike bellowed. He sure seemed healthy. It brought a thin smile to Jasmin's lips.
Delainey rolled her eyes. She could only assume 'Princess' was the medic.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2014 3:25:44 GMT
The next few days passed in a busy blur. Kestrel was kept on her toes, continuing treatment on many of the soldiers that had been injured in the previous week. Unfortunately a few more had died. They simply didn't have enough medicine or supplies to treat some of them.
The stress wore on Kestrel but she always kept a smile on her face. She wasn't one to be negative ever and Pike was a constant comfort. She knew he was worried about Jasmin but he was looking more healthy every day. It gave Kestrel hope that he would beat the illness dragging him down.
Slowly, everyone started getting more and more lively, people excitedly chatting in every corner. Jasmin was coming home. The day finally arrived and Kestrel waited in the small group of people that had slowly gathered. She could see Pike a few people in front of her. She couldn't see or hear what was being said but she heard her name being shouted above the rest of the group.
She made her way forward, a few of the friends she'd made whispering warnings to her about some Nixon man and a shady thief character. The wide eyed dark haired woman stepped up beside Pike, sticking close to his side. She gave Jasmin a small smile, her eyes flicking to the woman standing behind her.
"It's good to see you, Jasmin. Lets get you to the infirmary. I'll look you over." She said softly, glancing up at Pike before looking back to Jasmin
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2014 3:45:18 GMT
"Hey, don't mind me. I only made sure she didn't collapse from all that morphling they pumped into her-" Delainey murmured, taking long strides. She went off to her own doings, cracking a jovial smile at Jasmin on her way into the kitchen. The blonde heard something about how awful their food was from the thief, but all she did was roll her eyes toward the ceiling.
"Pike, maybe you shouldn't..." Jasmin began as they made it into Kestrel's room. She cringed, ducking into the room without any further comment. She seated herself on the bed. She eyed her arms. The baggy men's shirt hid most of the damage. But she wasn't quite sure how she was going to roll up her sleeves. "Pike-" She lifted her arms slightly.
He eyed her, pouting like a young child before finally crossing the room. He slowly rolled one sleeve up, and then the next, his expression falling as he saw more and more of her arm. There were more than a dozen cuts on both arms, all deep and still smelling of antiseptic, all well-stiched. Her arms looked like a muddy watercolor painting, injection marks needling her arms, thick blotches of bruise all down her arms.
"Oh my God..." Pike gnashed his teeth together, tearing at his hair. He stalked out, slamming the door shut behind him hard enough to rattle the walls.
She lifted her head toward Kestrel, sniffing to keep from showing any emotion. "I guess my dreams of being a Capitol bracelet model have been shattered." She joked crudely.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2014 4:29:09 GMT
Kestrel followed the pair into her room and immediately went to grab her medic bag. She walked over to the bed, gesturing for Jasmin to sit while she dug through her bag. She paused, biting her lip. She didn't think it was good for Pike to be here.
"Pike.. Maybe you shouldn't-" But he was already crossing the room, folding Jasmin's sleeves up. She watched his features cloud with anger, her own dripping concern. She looked back to Jasmin, giving her a slight grin.
"Ha. Ha." She teased softly. "I need to check your vitals." Kes said before going to it.
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Damien had found out about Jasmin. Apparently everyone had been trying to keep it a secret from him since his connection to the girl was well known. Now, he was filled with rage. He wanted to tear down the Capitol brick by brick. He wasn't sure how much longer he could continue working for them while they hurt everyone he loved.
He's been scoping out District 4 since Jasmin had escaped. He knew she'd come back here and he had to see her. It had finally paid off today. He made his way to the place his informant had saw her and her theif companion meet people. He stopped outside the building and began bellowing her name.
"JASMIN!!!!"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2014 4:38:11 GMT
The guards at the door lifted their heads and immediately took aim at the man. They all, one by own, began to appear baffled. "Lower your damn guns, boys. It's Jewel's brother. Your testosterone must be getting to you." Delainey poked her head out, biting into a ripe strawberry picked from one of the nearby gardens. Pike followed the noise, ready to bang some heads. (Well, he would've if he'd had the strength.)
"Get inside before the thief decides to shoot you to get you to shut up." Pike gestured inside, jaw clenched.
"My vitals are fine-" Jasmin protested mildly, but didn't put up much of a fuss. "Is there like any chance my arms could look even slightly normal once this heals?" Don't be stupid. You're scarred. Again. Her mind whispered darkly. After cosmetic procedures to fade the self-inflicted scars, she found herself carved up again.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2015 2:28:11 GMT
Damien looked utterly nonplussed at having guns aimed at him. Slowly the guns lowered as people recognized him. The younger Orsinos had always been friends of District Four and the people there knew it.
Damien nodded his head at Pike, recognizing the kid as his sisters old flame. "Pike, right? How ya been? Thought you were supposed to be dead." He wasn't insensitive just blunt. He followed after the man. "Is Jasmin here? Is she alright?"
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Kestrel simply ignored Jasmin's protest with a gentle smile. Her vitals were fine. It would seem the worst damage was her arms and her mind. Kes tilted her head, an idea forming in her mind.
"Maybe not, Jasmin... I have some Capitol medicine hidden in my bag. The stuff they used to give tributes that were injured if they had wealthy sponsors. It heals cuts almost over night with scars. Your arms could take a new days but they wouldn't scar except maybe some of the really bad cuts and all your old scars." She said, digging through her bag before pulling out a small and pristine white jad. She unscrewed it and gently applied the salve to the girls arms. "I want you to take this. Put on some every night for three days."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2015 2:38:11 GMT
"She's here-" Pike winced visibly, side-stepping him to block the bedroom door, "She's just not totally here. I can tell. She's acting fine, but she won't look anyone in the eye." He cleared his throat gruffly. "...Yeah, funny how that goes. I'm very much alive." He sighed, slowly scooting away from the door. He pulled it open. "Princess, someone's here to see the Commander." He put on the most ridiculously fake deep voice ever.
Jasmin, who'd seen people with their faces blown off and her loved ones dead, turned her head and coughed uncomfortably as the woman smoothed the cream over her arms. She only faced her when the door pushed open. There's nobody cleared to see me. It can't be Nixon already...
She floundered for something to cover her arms, bleary, dark eyes wide with anxiety. Whoever it was, she didn't want them to see the damage done. "Thanks, Kes," She said timidly.
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