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Post by JAIME PETERSON on Jun 18, 2014 1:57:57 GMT -6
╰ℝ╮It was quiet.. Too quiet. That's when he remembers that the girl wasn't supposed to talk. For a moment his mind slipped somewhere else, luckily he managed to regain his perception and turn his head to the noise of scratching. She was drawing.
It looked really weird from his angle, seeing that the notebook was upside down in his eyes, it started with an odd shape, a steep line then into a gradual curve. She continued with the supposedly flake, which was just a bunch of abstracts with a pattern that's carefully coordinated and placed. A few more minutes before she finished, The Red stood up and moved to get a better look at her drawing. Unlike his, her marking is definitely simplier, but just like his, it was vague.
As she came in contact with him, he redirected his attention to her then to her book, reading once again. He nodded as a gesture that he acknowledged her statement, then turned back to the drawing. For a few more he couldn't get anything, but as his mind started to intensify its brainstorming and work, hundreds of theories unlocked that opened up paths for clues. It was a weird way to think, but it's how masked superhero crunch his thoughts. A unique way to think critically. Earlier she started at the bottom of the steep curve, a motion similar to many letters but none of the alphabets matched her penmanship. A shape, that's a better match. In a matter of minutes he figured that it was a half of a heart and half of a snowflake without asking, and the detail to give more clue.
Fire, snow, heart.
Hot, cold, love.
"..Well you do have a love-hate relationship with snow, so that makes sense." he said, breaking the silence out of nowhere. "Still it should be a clue to cure it, not justify the curse. No, no. Hmm.. I certainly don't want to drag you around to trial and error tests, so I need more materials. Uhh, what do you think? Does this relate somewhere in your life or your family's past? There's got to be a connection somewhere."
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MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Wynter Greene on Jun 18, 2014 22:38:34 GMT -6
She sat there quietly while The Red seemed to analyze her drawing. With barely a sound, aside from her huffing in discomfort from the ice shards on her scarf, she watched his face. He was deep in thought, that was obvious enough. She didn't want to disturb him, so she sat there quietly, not letting her eyes linger for too long so it didn't look like she was just flat out staring at him. That would just be very strange, wouldn't it? She almost leaned forwards, to look down below her, but that would have been a foolish idea, so she stopped herself. She didn't want to fall from this high, because there was going to be no breaking curses that way. Just ending them, of course, without a happy ending. She knew there were probably some people who couldn't live with their curses. Some who might think about actually doing that, but she wanted to keep trying to live with it, until she could find a way to break it. She wasn't leaning on the help of The Red too much, but any support helped her out, since she didn't get much at all. She started slightly when he spoke again, looking back up at him curiously. Scribbling in her notebook again, she showed him "Well that is true..." He wasn't done speaking yet so after that, she put the notebook back down. She frowned a bit as he mentioned family, and while listening to the rest of what he had to say, she jotted something down. "I don't know much about my family. We don't visit them often." I don't visit them often, was what she could have said. Her parents didn't want to take such a monstrosity with them to see the rest of the family. She was sure there was still people within it that didn't know she existed. But she brushed that off, going back to writing. "It has to mean something deeper I..." She blinked. "I....there was a boy once. We hung out a lot but, when he got too close to me, he turned into Ice...." She felt like that was far too personal, and her hands shook slightly, bringing the notebook slightly out of focus, but she felt like it might or might not be something he could use. But even that, even that was vague. MADE BY LILO OF GS |
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