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Post by Raiden Saint on Dec 13, 2014 4:05:14 GMT
The clatter of a shattering glass sent his head spinning, feet carrying him instinctively to the source of the sound. Finding a worker cursing under her breath as she beant down and picked up the shreds of broken china, Raiden joined her, plucking up the pieces and stashing them in his hands. It was the most normal thing he'd done all day- help someone out. His eyes fell empty, dry pools of a serene blue and his motions were robotic. Honestly, not even he knew what had come over him, but there he was knelt beside this woman aiding her in the clean up process.
Once all the shards were picked up, he handed her his little pile to toss out and she thanked him for helping. Nodding in response, he watched her walk away before his head snapped towards the voice cooing at him. Apple, of course. Glaring at her sharply, he cocked his head and stood where he was, refusing to move. "I walked," he said simply, meaning it. Really, all he'd done that day was stalk the streets, mind on an endless loops of 'what if's and 'she can't really be gone's. Nothing special at all.
Crossing his arms over his chest, he didn't budge, just watched. Raiden was just really broken, something no one could ever truly fix.
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Post by Apple Collins on Dec 13, 2014 16:43:38 GMT
Apple sucked on her lower lip, trying to fade the concern in her eyes. He didn't need her concern or her emotions. He needed a watcher - for now. "That was sweet of you, Ray. Picking up the pieces." Like I'm doing for you. She thought darkly. He walked..
That didn't sound like trouble to her. He was a quick-witted man, impaired or not. She lifted the drink he'd ordered, her hand trembling. The pill had dissolved. It wouldn't leave much of a chemical taste. She sniffed hard, pushing back tears. Stop, stop, stop. Don't cry. You can't cry.
Why not? What else was there to do, when your whole world had been turned upside down and shaken so hard people fell of the face of it?
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