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Post by Elias Larenz on Sept 8, 2014 20:48:34 GMT -5
Today had been a long day. Not that it had been particularly eventful, infact the opposite of that. Basically nothing had happened today, and Elias was a bit bored. He had decided to also pick up some groceries on the way back to his apartment. Just fruit. Elias didn’t want to worry about carrying more than one bag. Might make using the key he had more difficult than it needed to be...
And thankfully, the key didn’t want to be a problem. But that was mostly because the door to Elias’ apartment had not been locked. Odd. Perhaps Jo was still around. He thought she didn’t like to be kept in the small apartment all the time, and it wasn’t exactly late enough for her to be going to bed.
Now that he thought about it, Elias hadn’t seen Jo all day. He had a strange habit of running into her, it seemed. That got annoying sometimes, so it wasn’t like he was complaining. Perhaps she had remained in the apartment all day. Again, that was oddly out of character for the girl. Or perhaps Elias was just over thinking things. He did that a lot, didn’t he?
Elias entered the apartment and slowly shut the door behind him. He didn’t make much noise, but if Jo was around she had probably heard him. Not that hearing him entered mattered much, as Elias soon spoke up. ”Jo? You around?” He asked, though his voice wasn’t nearly loud enough to get the girl’s attention if she was listening to music or something.
The bag Elias had been carrying was placed on the counter. He wasn’t expecting an answer, but best make sure. Hm. Why on earth would she be around anyway? Maybe she wasn’t feeling well? Jo didn’t seem like the type to get easily sick, though then again Elias wasn’t really sure what the “easily sick” type was. He wasn’t one, surprisingly enough, and didn’t know enough people to base such inferences off of. He just pictured a stereotypical nerd getting sick a lot. Not athletic and brutish Jo.
Elias would put away the fruit in due time. He just didn’t feel motivated to do much right now.
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Post by Jo Workmann on Sept 8, 2014 21:28:41 GMT -5
OutfitCrappy day. Crappy crappy crappy day. Jo couldn’t remember the last time she had been sick… If she ever felt out of sorts, she just had the habit of pushing right through it. That’s what her family did. Once in a blue moon, one of them would get weird, they wouldn’t feel well. As far as she could remember… they would just hole themselves up in their own room. And that’s exactly what she had done. For most of the day, Jo had kept herself in her room, door closed, trying to just get better. She didn’t feel like moving. The absolutely worst part was that she didn’t feel like eating either. Who could ever wish something so horrible upon someone? Aching all over. Sick to her stomach. Head pounding. She felt chilled and clammy. Skin somewhat blotchy…. Jo just didn’t feel well. Wrapped up in her sheets at some moments, then throwing them off the next, her body was toying with the idea of sleep. Unconscious at one point and then wide awake, she couldn’t find a good relationship with sleep either. It was pure torture. No wonder the Workmann’s stayed alone… If she had the energy, she’d destroy everything in sight. Oh…. energy…. How nice that would be. Maybe she needed to get some food down? Just as Elias had entered the apartment, Jo was exiting her room. Outfit much different than normal, Jo couldn’t bring herself to put on all her layers… they would have just gotten torn off again. Instead, she had shorts and a tank on, but had left her room balled up in a sheet. Around her body and over her head, she could have possibly looked like a very sorry monk. Her steps slow, it would be strange to see the girl shuffle across the room, being too tired to pick her feet off the floor. Elias has spoken, but Jo couldn’t find the energy to reply. Her one and only goal was to get to a seat. In some place in her mind, that seat at the counter meant food. If she could just get to the stool across this tile…. food would magically appear. It might help her feel better. She might feel stronger. Having made her way across the tile of the kitchen/hallway, she didn’t even look at Elias. All she was focused on was that stool. A hand emerged from the foldings of cloth, pulling at the back of it to get it a bit further away from the counter. Then, shifting her hand position, she pressed her body weight on it slightly, one foot lifting up to step on a rung of the stool. All was going so well… soon she would get food. If only balance and gravity and awareness weren’t against her. When she placed her body weight on the stool, she wasn’t focused or balanced enough to get herself into a seated position safely. With a whirlwind of sheet, flailing legs and arms, and clattering furniture, Jo was on the ground. The stool rolled somewhat away from the girl, fully on its side. The meister lay flat on her back, some of the sheet beneath her but some of it still fluttering through the air to meet her on the ground. Her eyes were staring straight up at the ceiling. She merely looked… tired. Exhaling deeply, Jo just let her arms and legs where they lay. Sprawled out on the ground. The words following were barely audible, it was like a growl, grumble, and mumble all together. “I think I’ll just stay here.”
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Post by Elias Larenz on Sept 9, 2014 18:33:25 GMT -5
Elias hadn’t heard the soft shuffling produced by Jo. Nor did he see her enter, as he looked to be regarding the living room. Fiddling with something. To be specific, he was fiddling with his hands.
The boy had taken off one of the gloves he wore, and was slowly unraveling the bandages that were wrapped around his hand. He was making sure he hadn’t broken anything. Always a good idea, as holding things with a broken finger or two made it significantly more difficult than it needed to be. It might have looked a bit odd to Jo, with how he was simply standing there to inspect his fingers.
Not that Elias cared. Jo didn’t intimidate him as much anymore. Sure, she still mocked him and all that nonsense but she actually seemed to care about him. It had been a while since Elias had met someone who showed him any semblance of caring that wasn’t just pity. In fact... perhaps the only one who had ever showed him that other than Jo was his mother...
Fingers seemed to be all intact, and Elias didn’t note any movement that would suggest any of the other bones were broken either. Good, good. However, just as Elias was about to put the bandages back on as well as the glove he heard a banging behind him.
Elias almost jumped out of his skin with how quickly he spun around. He had almost fallen over, but fortunately managed to stay on his feet. He had dropped the glove and bandages, though. His expression which had been a mixture of worry and surprise shifted to confusion when he saw what on earth had caused the loud noise.
A mix of stool, blanket, and Jo had fallen to the floor. She spoke, her words just barely audible. Jo did not sound like a happy camper either. Perhaps she was sick like Elias had jested at before. Ah, the poor girl must have been exhausted.
Elias hadn’t said anything for a bit after the sudden burst of noise. He was just a bit too confused and surprised by the sudden appearance of Jo. Under normal circumstances, he might have even mused at Jo’s words. But this seemed to be a bit more of a serious conundrum. Elias didn’t want a sick meister! How would the two of them be able to take missions?
It was only a few steps to where Jo was. Elias didn’t bother trying to pick up the gloves and bandages. He’d get those later. Picking up things under pressure was never fun. Once Jo stood over the girl, he spoke up. ”Uh, are you alright, Jo?”
What kind of question was that? Of course she wasn’t. Elias just didn’t know what to say. The girl looked exhausted. Saying the wrong thing now probably wouldn’t be a good idea.
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Post by Jo Workmann on Sept 12, 2014 11:23:16 GMT -5
This floor was carpeted… a little bit scratchier than the tile but also not quite as hard…. really, there wasn’t much of a difference. Jo couldn’t decide whether she would have welcomed the cold tile or not, her body temperature was freaking out too much for her to know if she was hot or cold right now. Her gaze remained on the ceiling, and true to her word, she didn’t move a muscle. The female Workmann was staying right where she was, her eyes slowly closing.
Man was she hungry.
Feeling the emptiness in her stomach was borderline depressing. Breathing still even, her eyelids half open, she fought within herself to focus on getting food. But sleep was calling her again. Probably didn’t help that she had downed a ton of medication… The Workmann’s weren’t really a reading directions type. If they felt a little sick, they took a pill. If they felt really sick, they took a bunch. Just made sense, right?
Jo hadn’t really been paying attention to her surrounding. It was quite enough effort to stay awake and try to think about how good food would feel in her stomach, let alone look anywhere else. Her vision had been blurry on the ceiling above, partially from her eyes not being fully open. Then… they were even more blurred. Was that color?
Opening her eyes more fully, the movement was slow and looked a bit strained, no matter how small. Elias. Her blond haired partner was standing over her, he may have looked concerned but she couldn’t really process it. She did hear him speak though. Basically he asked if she was okay.
Was she?
She tried to remember what was wrong. Why was she on the ground and why didn’t she want to get up… But it was all swimming together in a mass of discomfort, pain, tiredness, and hunger. Hunger. That was it. She was hungry.
Vision focusing slowly but surely onto her partner above, it was surprising just how blank her expression looked. Tired… but blank.
“I’m real hungry.”
After a good bit of time of her thinking, that was all Elias was getting. Jo was hungry. Pausing a moment longer, she felt a bit of energy shoot through her. Not much, but enough to get her blood pumping again. Shifting, her palms pressed against the ground beside her, she also pushed securely against her forearm. Bending her elbows, she lifted her shoulders off the ground, then upper torso, pushing herself up until she was in a slumped sitting position. Hands still flat against the ground, she looked like she was trying to hold herself up.
Now her gaze was on the ground, barely enough energy to keep herself awake again, she stared at the carpet. Now what? Her mind was clouding again and she felt like she might just hit the floor again.
But she was so hungry….
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Post by Elias Larenz on Sept 13, 2014 15:25:25 GMT -5
Jo didn’t reply to Elias for quite some time, only adding to his worry. Perhaps she had passed out with her eyes open? Just as Elias was about to ask Jo something else to make sure she could hear him, she spoke.
The girl’s words didn’t answer Elias’ question, but it had been a stupid question anyway. Jo was hungry. Was falling over a common thing when one was hungry? For a moment, Elias was quite thankful he had no idea what being hungry felt like. Then, he shifted his attention back to Jo and spoke. ”Well, let me get you something to eat, then...”
The caution in Elias’ voice was very apparent. He was sure that couldn’t be the only cause of Jo falling over and being seemingly unable to get up. Elias would go and cut her up an apple or something. Apples were filling, right? Really, there couldn’t be a worse person to deal with this kind of thing. Elias couldn’t relate to pretty much anything Jo might be feeling.
Elias was about to go and cut up an apple, but then he noted what Jo was doing. Looked like she was trying to get up. Elias basically stared at her as she did this. The girl stopped when she was sitting, making no other attempts to get up further. Clearly by the way she held herself up she wanted to stand, right? Plus sitting on the floor while eating surely couldn’t be sanitary. So, Elias offered the girl his gloved hand. ”Let me help you up.” Almost a command. It was unlikely Elias could actually help her get up much, but he’d try.
And that was when Elias noted something. Jo’s skin looked a bit funny. A bit too red. People got fevers when they were sick, and when you had a fever you blushed quite a bit. Elias certainly knew that joy. So, Jo must have been sick then! Elias was sure of it. This could be interesting. Elias would have to try to make her feel all better, which’d probably just mean whisking the girl off to bed and giving her medicine. Oh and maybe he should make her some soup. Soup was apparently nice when one was sick.
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Post by Jo Workmann on Sept 13, 2014 16:32:12 GMT -5
Her mind was still a cloudy haze. Even as Elias spoke, it took her a good bit longer than normal for her to figure out what he was trying to say. He was going to get her something to eat? Or thank everything…
The female thought she smiled, though no change would be found on her expression. Jo was too disconnected to fully comprehend what she was doing. Thankfully, she had gotten herself into a sitting position. Progress was progress, this got her that much closer to eating. The movement had drained her though. Still sitting, head down like she didn’t have the energy to lift it, Jo hadn’t really moved in the last minute or so.
The next thing she noticed was sternness. Pulling her from her haze, Jo lifted her head. It was a slow movement, but her eyes were off the floor. What she saw next was a gloved hand. Mind still processing what the sterner Elias tone had said, she just sat and stared at this black, five fingered, mass. Eventually it clicked that he was going to assist her in getting up. Carefully and slowly, she reached up with her opposite hand to take his. For once, she didn’t have her gloves on. Light scars just barely marred Jo’s skin, more noticeable on bare hands than those that were gloved.
Grasping Elias hand as firmly as she could, it would have felt weak to someone who could feel. A light grunt came from her as she pulled against him, trying to lift herself but also push up with her legs and the opposite hand that was still on the ground. The progress was slow as she tried her best not to slide and fall back again. The sheet was left to the ground, as she didn’t put in the effort to keep it with her.
Once on her feet, the girl still seemed a bit wobbly. She didn’t release his hand, not right away, still holding to him to make sure she didn’t fall. Getting up had been quite the pain… If anything, she was leaning more towards him. Her gaze didn’t meet his though, it fell towards her feet. Watching the floor and her toes, trying to will herself not to end up back on the floor.
Giving a few seconds for her to regain her balance and wits, as much as possible, she eventually looked up. While the haze was slowly returning to her mind, Jo gave a barely visible smile. “Thanks.” The girl wasn’t herself at all, the lack of energy in the word seemed even more draining than saying nothing at all.
Taking a step, she meant to change course and move towards the chair she hadn’t knocked over yet. Counter and chair meant food, right? Well, instead of lifting her foot of the ground and turning, she didn’t even really get her foot off the carpet. Barely even skidding over the top of the floor, her knee and upper body attempted to move forward without a foot underneath to hold it up. Needless to say, she tripped herself straight towards Eli. Though her movements were a bit groggy, she did somehow get her free hand to shoot out for her partner.
Her grip had tightened just slightly on the hand she still held, her other gripped his jacket. She had caught her footing… somewhat, but not totally. Half leaning into him, half standing, the woman’s head was down again. Eyes closed but facing the floor, her head was bent down and leaning against his chest. Grip on his jacket slipping, she could possibly just end up back on that floor.
Oh well… she shouldn’t have started moving in the first place.
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Post by Elias Larenz on Sept 14, 2014 15:21:12 GMT -5
Jo was taking an awfully long time to actually take Elias’ hand so he could try to pull her up. Perhaps she hadn’t heard him? No, no. She had been looking at the ground before and was now looking at him. At least kinda, as it seemed her eyes didn’t focus on anything in particular. Regardless, Elias didn’t move his hand. His patience was rewarded with Jo eventually gripping his hand.
Now here came the hard part. Stay balanced. If Elias tugged on Jo’s hand too hard or too abruptly, he’d fall over backwards with Jo possibly falling on top of him. If he didn’t pull enough, Jo would just fall back over and probably pull him with her. Fortunately for Elias, it turned out he didn’t have to worry about that too much. Even in her sorry state, Jo was able to do most of the work herself. Neither of them had fallen over. Yet, at least.
The girl was looking down again, and all was silent for the moment. Jo had yet to let go of Elias’ hand, it seemed. Not that he particularly cared. He wouldn’t have even noticed if his eyes hadn’t drifted downwards a bit to see if he could catch Jo’s eyes. That was a no, but Elias instead noticed something else. It looked as though Jo’s hands were scarred. Only slightly, but such scars were easy for Elias to pick out. How had those gotten there? Well, he’d ask her about that later. For now he needed to focus on getting the girl sitting and fed. And he’d make sure she got some medicine too.
Soft speech came out of Jo’s mouth. Not like her at all. A simple “thanks” that Elias only barely heard even at such close range. ”No problem.” He replied in a similarly quiet voice. Jo took a step now.
Or at the very least it looked like a step. No, it was obvious Jo was going to trip from the very moment she begun to move forward. It was fortunate Elias had noticed this, as the girl falling into him might have normally knocked him over. But, Elias had braced himself. His free, ungloved hand went up to try and catch the girl. Poorly. He was doing not much more than hugging her. But at least neither had fallen.
This would be a problem. If Jo couldn’t walk, how on earth was he supposed to get her to lie down? How had she even gotten out of bed in the first place?! Agh. Of course this nonsense would come out of nowhere on a day where he lacked the energy required to deal with it. Perhaps he’d just carry her. The couch was close enough. Yes, that’d work. Jo might not appreciate being carried, but it’d make both their lives much easier.
”Alright. Just relax...” Elias spoke in as soothing a tone as he could muster. He attempted to make Jo let go of his hand, then he’d attempt to pick her up. If he was successful in this he’d slowly walk over to the couch, making sure not to trip, and then gently lie Jo on it.
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Post by Jo Workmann on Nov 1, 2014 22:15:14 GMT -5
Elias’ words echoed very dully in her mind. He had answered… answered what? She had said something… right? Maybe? Having too much trouble sorting through her foggy brain to figure out exactly what was occurring, she could feel her balance slipping so completely.
What made it so much worse was the step. Nausea taking a priority in her body’s reaction, along with the dizziness, she felt movement forward but nothing beneath her. Falling. That’s the only thing she thought would happen. Reflexes got her hand to take hold of Elias. Her hand clamping onto his still even if she didn’t realize it. If Jo’s senses hadn’t have felt dulled all over, she might have thought she hit a wall. Elias had caught her, barely moving as she fell into him. Awkward little hug position, Jo felt no need to move again. Not right away. Or at least… not try to… The hand that held to his jacket was loosening. She had to sit down, the standing was clouding up her mind and sense completely.
She felt lighter. Why did she feel lighter? Did she pass out? Did she die? Was this her soul or something? Didn’t people talk about that? Letting her eyes focus a bit, she tried to figure out what was occurring. When the realization hit her, Jo wished she hadn’t looked up. Feeling warmer, she could feel her skin like it lit up on fire. Shuddering a bit, she couldn’t tell if this was from being sick, being angry, or being embarrassed. She wasn’t a child. She wasn’t weak. She didn’t need picked up.
Burying her face back into Elias again, she refused to let her eyes look over anything else. Muttering something into his clothing, she may have sounded agitated if she didn’t seem so damn worn out. Jo wasn’t in the mood to fight though. She hadn’t even realized she had released his hand before he picked her up. The earlier words never really met her and never sunk in. Now to stressed with being carried.
Sat down on the couch. Jo let her back sink into the cushions, bending her knees so her legs weren’t stretched out, the girl crossed her arms over her face. Elbows basically bent over her face with her forearms and hands on either side of her head, the girl was muttering again. Like she was grumbling about something, though the words couldn’t totally be heard. After about a second or two, the words subsided, though she didn’t move her arms so that she could see. Or so Elias could see her face.
What felt like an eternity to her, her panging hunger brought her out of her miserable feeling rut. Exhaling deeply, she turned her head just slightly towards Elias, letting one arm fall to the side so the other just barely covered her forehead and partially her eyes.
“I’m gonna make food when I get up.”
Granted, she felt a little bit better than when she had been standing, but Jo had no intention of getting up. The grouchily spoken words were more like a plea. Though they didn’t sound as wimpy as a plea might, Jo didn’t have the energy to get herself food. Gaze still staring at Elias, her blotchy skin seemed to at least cool down a bit. The nausea was fading away as well, the lying down helping significantly.
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Post by Elias Larenz on Nov 3, 2014 19:33:04 GMT -5
Elias did not pay Jo much mind. He didn’t really noticed how she had buried her head in his clothes, after all. He was looking forward like always. Looking at her would just cause him to trip over something stupid. Like the couch itself. That’d be embarrassing. What he did notice was what sounded like muttering. He paid that no heed, though. It was too quiet to be directed at him and he didn’t really want to make Jo angry.
Alright. He had successfully managed to get the meister safely on the couch. She lied down just like Elias had hoped. Ah, this was going well! Perhaps Elias would be able to take care of Jo until she got better. He knew a bit about the subject. Sure, he had never really been sick himself (not that he would know because he actually would not show most symptoms) but he had read about a lot of sicknesses before. Perhaps Jo just had the flu or something and it’d go away soon...
But, something was still amiss. Jo was still muttering to herself, her arms covering her face. Elias couldn’t help but look a bit confused, because he was. So very confused. Why on earth was she muttering? Had he done something wrong or something? Surely not. She had almost fallen over and he had simply put her on the couch. Odd, odd, girl. Instead of wandering to himself, Elias simply asked. ”Is something wrong?” He asked, softly. He didn’t really expect an answer, though. Jo didn’t seem to be herself right about now.
A bit later, Jo had moved to look at him. She had said that she was going to make food once she got up. Ah... but getting up did not look like something she’d be doing in the near future. Jo looked quite sick. Elias imagined that’s what he might have looked like on a particularly hot day if he was testing just how long he could go without taking a pill.
”No, I can make you something.” Elias said. Though, honestly he wasn’t quite sure if he could. And that was because Elias had never baked before. Not once in his entire life. Stoves and stuff... yea, no. He didn’t do well with heat already and he’d probably get third degree burns with just one wrong move, meaning he’d make at least ten wrong moves. Bah. ”What is it that you want?”
Elias did not allude to this ineptitude when it came to cooking, though. The last thing he wanted was for Jo to make fun of him for something like that. He could make something, surely. He could heat up soup in a microwave or something... Hopefully she wouldn’t ask for something really complicated like a steak or something.
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Post by Jo Workmann on Nov 5, 2014 17:25:18 GMT -5
Everything seemed to go so slowly. Mostly because it was. In comparison to Jo’s normal day where she flew around and did as she pleased, all of this was going very slowly. Elias was careful in his movements which helped him succeed in his original intentions.
On the couch. Releasing her partner. Covering her face. Yep. That all went smoothly. Besides feeling ill still, regardless of it slowly getting better. That standing… it had really taken a toll on her. Through her mutters, she vaguely heard Elias speak. Vaguely as in… she didn’t really pay attention. It wasn’t against him so much as she didn’t want to feel how she did. Embarrassed. Weak. It wasn’t normal that Jo felt like she couldn’t do anything. It put her in a vulnerable position. Regardless of Elias supposedly needing to be close and them being a team, she didn’t want her partner to see in her in such a sucky state. Obviously it was too late now, but that didn’t mean she liked it.
Trying to get the subject back to what she needed and get her mind off her uselessness, Jo tried to focus on food. Hopefully he’d catch the hint. Seeing as she was still staring at him after she spoke, not really moving to get up, she figured it would be pretty obvious. It didn’t take him very long actually, something she wouldn’t have been able to say for her own family. They would have simply patted her on the leg said ‘okay!’ and been off. Let her fend for herself. It wasn’t out of meanness but just a bit of obliviousness and a dislike of seeing their own flesh and blood in their weakness. They were a strong family.
A light smile crossing Jo’s face, she gave a very slow sort of nod and let her arms fall away from her head. For a moment it looked as if she might laugh, but Jo didn’t have the energy or the willpower to do such a thing. Not right now anyway. Elias’ question took her a little off guard. What did she want? Her eyes still on her partner, she looked like she had just been blind sided by the question. Confusion and thought mixing as one in her expression, Jo tried to think on something specific to eat. Her stomach grumbled lightly but she couldn’t get her thoughts to come together.
“uh…. food?”
She legitimately couldn’t think of anything. For once, her question wasn’t accompanied by a sarcastic tone and a laugh, Jo just didn’t know what to tell him. Her mind wasn’t catching up fast enough and she didn’t know if she really cared. She was just hungry.
For a bit longer she stared at her partner, but her eyes were slowly fluttering closed. Time and time again she was catching herself. Once he got up, Jo was going to end up taking a nap. Sure, it wouldn’t be deep. The smell of food would probably wake her once again. But she just felt so tired… Once he left her, if he left her, the girl would shift position. To her side, knees curled up near her body. Joselyn was probably going to fall asleep before food was done.
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Post by Elias Larenz on Nov 5, 2014 18:24:54 GMT -5
Jo had not answered Elias about the muttering. Of course she hadn’t. It wasn’t like he was going to ask again, so Elias simply assumed the worst possible thing. She was mad at him for something that wasn’t really his fault or something. Perhaps she was mad at him for taking care of her. That’d be hilarious.
Or perhaps she simply hadn’t heard. It would do Elias good to be a bit more optimistic, really. That was just incredibly difficult given certain circumstances. It was odd. He was normally so good at staying optimistic, but ever since coming to Shibusen he had ended up being really pessimistic. Perhaps cruel reality had hit him a bit too hard.
And then Jo was smiling. Hm? It didn’t really seem like a mocking smile either. Or maybe it was and sick Jo was just confusing him. That was probably in response to him asking her what she wanted. Gah. She was going to ask for something terribly complicated, wasn’t she? That’d be bad. If he went back on his promise he wouldn’t stop hearing about it when she got all better, but if he burned the damn kitchen down...
Or she’d simply ask for food.
Elias blinked, trying to comprehend what Jo had just asked. Simply... food. She didn’t know. It was phrased as a question rather than a statement. Gah... And now he’d look bad when he got her something that was extremely simple. But... whatever. He wasn’t just about to risk lighting the place on fire. That’d have more dire consequences. For now he could just cut Jo up an apple or something and then see if she wanted something more substantial. ”Alright. Give me a minute.” He said, turning to go to the kitchen.
He had not yet put away the fruit and stuff he had just bought. But instead of putting it away he took out an apple from one of the bags then placed it on a cutting board. Yes, didn’t want to ruin the counter after all. He then took a knife that didn’t look too dull nor too sharp, held the apple in such a way that would insure he did not cut off his fingertips, and begun to cut in to the apple.
Only to make not much more than a scratch on it.
Right. Elias was not very good at this kind of thing. This apple was tougher than he thought! This’d take a while...
An ungodly amount of time later, Elias had successfully cut the apple up into pieces that would make it easier to eat for the sick Jo, and placed them into a bowl. He sighed in relief, seeing that he still had all ten of his fingers intact. Elias then carefully picked up the bowl and walked on back over to Jo.
She had curled up in bed, looking like she was falling asleep. Or, was she asleep? She might have been. Elias could not tell. He had taken an awfully long time doing a rather simple task, so he honestly couldn’t blame her if she had fallen asleep from the boredom of waiting. Oh well. He’d just wake her if she was. ”Jo?” He asked, trying to get her attention. ”I finished making you something... sorry that took so long.” His words kinda sounded helpless. He felt utterly pathetic.
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Post by Jo Workmann on Nov 9, 2014 20:15:37 GMT -5
Not that Jo was observant in general, but she certainly didn’t notice Elias’ various facial expressions in the past few moments. When she had simply asked for food, she was much too wrapped up in her inability to come up with anything specific to be able to notice his almost blank expression. She couldn’t contemplate what that meant, didn’t even realize its existence. She just wanted food… and quite possibly sleep.
Yea… sleep sounded good.
Not paying attention to Elias agreeing to get her food, asking for a minute to prepare, the girl had cuddled herself into a warm ball. Well… sorta. Knees to her body, one arm laying on her head and the other stretched to the side of the couch. Losing herself in sleep, she couldn’t quite tell if she was overheating or actually cold… Even with Elias rustling around in the kitchen, Jo slipped off, just barely. Breathing slowed, quieted meister.
Then the silence was broken.
The word was lost to her senses, though she did stir enough to open her eyes. No movement at first came from the girl, just a silent studying, her eyes moving very slowly over the fibers of the couch until they were met with… a face?
The instant she realized someone was hovering over her, the arm on her head shot out, grabbing for the person. Hand grasping at Elias’ coat, the grip was a bit firmer than it had been only minutes before when she had been falling. Looking like she might follow through with a punch from her other hand, her body somewhat turned with the move…. Recognition seeped in. Blue eyes softened a bit, less of a harsh and surprised expression and more tired and accepting once again. Still a little left over adrenaline however, as she pulled hard at the young man she now knew was Elias.
Tugging him harshly and turning her own body, he’d have to think of a cute way to get out of this mess. If he didn’t, Jo was pulling him onto that couch with her, turning with the tug so that he would be on the inside and her the out.
“Don’t be sneaky, Eli….”
His name trailed off on her lips, the girl’s eyes closed again like she didn’t just try to pull him on the couch for no reason.
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Post by Elias Larenz on Nov 9, 2014 22:09:41 GMT -5
Elias let out a pretty loud gasp as Jo grabbed onto his coat. Instinctively he attempted to move back, almost putting himself off balance and falling backwards. As well as dropping the apples. Fortunately he did not, as he’d mentally beat himself up if they were made inedible. They had taken so damn long to cut...
To make matters worse, Jo seemed like she was about to punch poor Elias. ”Uh? Jo?” Elias asked, trying to keep his voice as soft and stable as possible. He was obviously surprised and frightened, though. Surely Jo knew he wouldn’t feel a punch! Had she forgotten? Was she just trying to scare him? How rude.
But then Jo’s eyes softened a bit. Oh. She must have been asleep and he had startled her or something. Whoops. Very well, surely the apples he had cut would be enough of an apology. But then his eyes widened as his eyesight was suddenly pulled forward, making it obvious that he himself was being pulled forward. There was a loud shattering sound as the bowl he had been carrying dropped, and Elias had squeezed his eyes shut after hearing it.
When he opened them again he saw... nothing. Darkness. Just complete and utter darkness. That was odd. The darkness actually looked just a tad green... Like, the same colour green as the couch was. It took Elias a moment or two to actually figure out what had happened, but then he flailed slightly and managed to turn to his side. He was looking at Jo. On the couch. His back was to the wall too. So... she had trapped him. Oh joy.
Then Jo went on to tell Elias not to be sneaky. Or, rather, tell “Eli” to not be sneaky. ”Don’t call me that.” He snapped almost immediately. He really wasn’t fond of that nickname. It sounded rather feminine. He then took a deep breath. Jo was trying his patience. Despite her sickness he could only take so much. ”I apologize. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
There was a pause before Elias spoke again. Then, he suddenly remembered something. Oh yea! The food. The food... He had dropped the food. That was the clanging sound from earlier that had surprised him. ”Y’know... I think you broke the bowl.” He said simply, not being able to actually look at the floor to check.
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Post by Jo Workmann on Dec 15, 2014 17:07:59 GMT -5
All of Elias’ reactions to her movements weren’t caught. While Jo has been looking straight at him, she couldn’t completely focus on everything that was going. Really, he should be grateful that she recognized him. His softspoken voice only solidified in her mind that he wasn’t a threat, that this was indeed her blond partner. This blond partner would now be pulled beside her. Jo couldn’t have explained why she chose the actions she did, she probably would never know what had crossed her mind in those moments. But she had succeeded in pulling her partner onto the couch with her. A sound met her ears. Somewhat dull but also pulling her attention away from him. What had it been? Like ice hitting concrete… Her mind having been taken from her partner, she slowly tried to figure out what the sound had been. Even in those few moments, Jo only got as far as ice on concrete, no farther. Drawing a blank. A swift movement beside her, something grazed over her skin with slight pressure, bringing her back to the present. Did… something hit her? The thought passed as she found herself looking straight at the face of her partner. Obviously, Jo’s mind was working really well, for the surprise instantly returned. A slow widening of the eyes, two quick blinks, and Jo had shifted. Her right arm swinging up in the air, it was like she was trying to get away and mid-movement realizing she was going to fall. Well.. that was what happened. Though her body had reacted much faster than her mind. Jo was still trying to figure out how Elias had gotten right in front of her. Then what he had said to her. And now what was happening. Her left hand had reached forward to try and stable herself from falling off the edge of the couch, her first reaction being towards Elias’ upper arm. As if she didn’t feel bad enough, numbness was returning to her body. The feeling in her left hand was leaving her, something that didn’t completely register with her in the moment. No sooner had she made physical contact with Elias that she felt both strengthened and weakened, her left hand feeling completely gone and a light spark of light shining for a brief moment. Then she hit the ground. Needless to say, she didn’t grab onto Elias in order to keep herself up. Collapsing on her back, what little strength she had was zapped from her again. Groaning, the girl closed her eyes and let her arms fall where they may. Her left hand felt weird, her right elbow was twisted weird on the floor, her back hurt a bit…. Bowl? Elias had said something about the bowl. With her eyes closed and the girl not moving, her thoughts were just barely lining up. That was the noise. Breaking the bowl. Muttering something beneath her breath, she opened only her left eye and looked up in the direction of the couch. “I’m sorry Eli.” There was no teasing in her voice, no mocking grin. If anything, Jo sounded miserable. Mostly, Jo was apologizing for the bowl and not being altogether. She was unaware of the soul purge nonsense, hadn’t completely heard that he didn’t want to be called Eli, and any other obvious things that might have actually irritated him. Breathing in deeply and slowly, she closed her eye again. Was she laying on that dang bowl? Where had that landed? She felt like a rag doll… One of those really old ones with horrible red hair... ~~~ Soul Purge! Level 7 outta max 10. Aimed at Eli! I suggest you avoid that.
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Post by Elias Larenz on Dec 19, 2014 20:32:12 GMT -5
It seemed as if Elias’ partner had been replaced with a lifeless doll. One that could not distinguish emotion, and was doing acts that seemed very, very out of character for the partner that he knew. It was almost creepy. Perhaps that was just what people were like when they were sick? He wouldn’t know. It was kinda sad how little Elias knew about basic information like this.
Elias remained quiet now that he was on the couch, his face staying mostly blank. He was awfully annoyed, but it wasn’t like he had a short temper. Jo was sick. He wasn’t going to get mad at her because she was all out of it. Not yet, at least. He could take a bit more punishment before he would inevitably give up and have to run outside or something.
Since Elias was now focusing on Jo, he noticed her start to fall. Instinctively, the boy was just about to move to try and stop her from falling as she reached out for him, his eyes going wide just like hers, but didn’t actually end up doing that. Instead, he noted a bright light that made him immediately retract. He had still been hit by Jo’s hand, and pushed further back into the couch. Elias couldn’t really tell that, of course. What he could tell was that his ears definitely heard a loud cracking sound.
”That does not sound like a friendly sound.”
Now, Elias was familiar with that sound. He knew exactly what it meant because it had happened before. The sound did not exactly heighten his mood, either. Elias turned his head so he could look at the hand of the arm that had been hit. He tried to move it, but no response. Then, using his other arm, he moved the arm slightly so it dropped down in front of him. Now there was a slight twitch when he tried to move it, but not what he was trying to do. Broken. Joy.
A moment later and Jo had said something. An apology, to be specific. Now, Elias was not in a good mood but was quite certain that had not been Jo’s fault. Wasn’t her Soul Purge all wonky? Spazzing out at random? He was certain she had said something about not being able to control it. Still, that was awfully bad timing. And strong, too. Or perhaps she was apologizing for breaking the bowl? Sigh. Today was such a mess.
”Didn’t I just tell you not to call me that?” He replied, clearly irritated just from the sound of his voice. Elias slowly got up, an emphasis on the word slowly. It was awfully hard to do so, now only have control of one arm. After he managed to sit up he spoke again. ”Don’t worry. Neither is your fault.” Okay, they kind of were, but whatever. Elias should probably go to the infirmary, shouldn’t he?
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