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Post by Jo Workmann on Dec 27, 2014 0:17:04 GMT -5
Closed eyes kept everything dark. Yet she still felt like she was spinning. The blonde girl was indeed lying on the floor, hadn’t moved an inch since she landed, but she felt worse. Her hand still felt somewhat numb, her head was swimming, her body ached from the bit of rustling around. Sickness was awful… What in the world did she even have?
Elias’ words didn’t even really meet her ears. The crack from his arm had been missed, him saying something about it not being a good sound also not being heard.. Jo was missing quite a bit from the situation. What she did hear was a harsh tone after her apology. While she should have expected an answer, Jo had nearly forgotten she had spoken. An irritated voice had asked a question. Probably a rhetorical one, but she wasn’t in the mood for these distinctions. But… called him what?
Opening her eyes, peering up at her partner, she caught sight of the blond male she barely knew. Jo looked both confused and tired, still not having moved other than opening her eyes. Watching Elias move only seemed to tire her out more. It was so slow, almost lethargic. Was he okay? Eyebrows twitching ever so slightly, the girl almost looked confused.
“Are you getting sick?”
The concern was most evident in her tone of voice, a bit of protectiveness lying within the sound. After this, Jo attempted moving again. Shifting so her elbow wasn’t in such an odd position and also moving her somewhat numbed arm to a better place, the girl lifted herself so her back arched up slightly, lifting her upper body off the ground and was propped up by her elbows and forearms on the ground.
“I can’t have my fan in less than perfect condition.”
A hint of her mocking smile returned, however weak it may be. Her gaze stayed stuck on Elias, even as it glossed over slightly.
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Post by Elias Larenz on Feb 1, 2015 14:05:42 GMT -5
To be honest, Elias was kinda happy that Jo didn’t take note of the loud snapping sound, or his words after. The last thing he needed was her to panic to the point she used Soul Purge again. He assumed that could happen. Didn’t know how that nonsense worked. Or, perhaps she wouldn’t get worked up and instead just poke fun at him. That was unlikely, but still possible.
Eventually she did acknowledge him, though. Not his words. Heavens, he wasn’t quite sure what it was she was acknowledging, but it was definitely something. Elias quickly moved his head to look at the girl. Sick? He echoed in his thoughts and tilted his head slightly.
Why did he look sick? Didn’t he always look sick? In any case, Jo seemed concerned. That was kinda nice. Normally people weren’t all that concerned about Elias’ welfare, after all. ”Not sick.” He replied. Getting your arm broken wasn’t really being sick, was it? It was an injury more than an illness. Elias didn’t get sick. Like, ever. Or, rather, he did but just didn’t notice.
With that said, he went back to looking at his arm. Elias couldn’t help but be overly hopeful and think that maybe, by some chance it wasn’t broken. He had broken it before, so it broke fairly easily. That also meant it healed quickly, which was fantastic. He really didn’t want to have even less use of his arms than normal.
Jo spoke up again, joking around this time. Something about him being in perfect condition. ”Erm, good luck with that.” Elias said simply, not giving it much thought. He wasn’t sure if a broken bone would affect his weapon form. Would it? Would one of the metal rods on his weapon form be broken or something? Eck, he really didn’t no.
He shifted his attention back to Jo again. ”Do you need help getting up?” He asked her.
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Post by Jo Workmann on Feb 26, 2015 13:40:26 GMT -5
Focus. Focus on Elias. Focus.
Jo had to keep mentally repeating that to herself. It wasn’t so much that she was getting distracted by other things, she was just… tired. If she didn’t remind herself to pay attention to him, she would probably just fall back to the ground and close her eyes. She needed to keep the fog in her mind at bay, something was wrong with her partner. At least… she thought. Maybe there was just so much wrong with her that she was reflecting that onto him.
In response to her asking about him getting sick, she got a confused look and a head tilt. So… no? This was confirmed by his verbal ‘not sick’ statement. The girl was far from convinced. Even though concentration was becoming difficult with every passing moment, he seemed concerned about something. Or at least weird. He kept looking at his arm. It wasn’t like he could feel anything on it… so why keep checking it?
Lifting herself up a bit more, she was almost in a sitting position, leaning back just slightly on the palms of her hands. Upper body held up by her arms, it almost seemed like a shaky balancing act. Jo just felt weird all over, that numbness in her one hand still taking its time in fading away. It was a nuisance to not be able to depend on her body like normal. What had brought her up into this position were Elias’ next words. Good luck? With perfection? Or what? Negative Eli.
Shaking her head a bit, Jo did this in part of disapproval of his words but also to try and clear her head. While she assumed she would only get a headache, she at least attempted. Finding no real change for the better or worse once she looked back at her partner, she found his eyes on her again. Asking her if she needed help. Obvious frustration crossed her face as her eyes veered away and looked to her own unstable arms. Yes. Yes she did. And that was irritating.
Jaw clenched tight, she looked back to Elias, but the frustration seemed to have calmed a bit, besides that tight jawline. For now, she’d avoid that question. Maybe try to get up on her own. Distract him, she knew her question would have him attempt avoidance just like her.
“What’s wrong with you, damn it?”
Her tone of voice could be hard to pinpoint. Very faint traces of a grin tugged at the corners of her lips, but her words were along the lines of harsh, possibly angry. The expression was just as easily distinguishable, concerned gaze, tenseness along her jaw… She needed to be better… did she ever get food? sleep sounded so good… what was wrong with this blond idiot of hers?
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Post by Elias Larenz on Mar 17, 2015 8:46:03 GMT -5
Elias could have really picked his words better there. But, he had never been amazing at deciding what to say at the spur of a moment. He wasn’t god awful like he figured some people might be, but still not amazing. He definitely could have said something that wouldn’t tick Jo off to something being wrong. He wanted to avoid doing that while she was still sick, as he believed stress often made people feel even worse. Jo could learn of his situation when she felt better.
Jo’s distaste was quite easy to see, but he was pretty sure she was reacting to his offer to help her up rather than what he had said earlier. Elias had forgotten that Jo could be somewhat stubborn. And, for that matter, quite scary when she was being stubborn. Fortunately, all that scariness was dulled by how sick she was. Almost kinda cute. Not that Elias would say that aloud, he fancied living a bit longer.
However, Jo decided to not actually answer his question. Instead, bring things back to what was wrong with him. Great. Elias really wasn’t quite sure how to go about answering that. And so, there was a lengthy period of silence if Jo didn’t say anything further. Elias’ expression remained blank. The fact that he could only put up expressions manually was actually more useful than not. ...At least in this kind of situation.
”Well,” He begun, as calm as ever. Really didn’t want to add on to Jo’s stress at all. Also didn’t want to be made fun of for being fragile if she felt up to. Unlikely, but possible. He tried his best to force a bit of a smile. ”I was just saying that ...”
Shit, he really had no idea what to say. Couldn’t change the subject, Jo would just be all persistent in getting Elias to talk. As much as he wanted to shift the subject of conversation back onto her, she definitely wouldn’t let him, unless she was too tired to do anything about it. Elias wasn’t sure how likely that was.
After a much more brief pause than the previous one, Elias spoke up again. ”It’s a bit difficult to have me in perfect condition. That’s all.” Bad answer. Very, very bad answer. However, Elias simply couldn’t think of anything else to say.
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Post by Jo Workmann on Apr 11, 2015 16:36:36 GMT -5
The pauses and silences between the two of them seemed so short in Jo’s mind. The amount of time it was taking for her to process and concentrate kept things slow. And if Elias remained slow… things were going well for her. Shifting her palms forward little by little, she got her upper body to sit up straighter. When eventually she had reached a perpendicular line with the floor, she took a deep breath and leaned forward. It almost looked like a person falling. Her arms were a bit sluggish compared to normal, but the movement was still decently quick, her hands coming from her sides and clutching securely to her knees. Keep her chest from falling too far forwards. Exhaling deeply, she raised her head a bit to return her gaze to her partner. He had begun speaking.
His hesitance was… amusing? That wasn’t exactly the right word… She was thinking more along the lines of endearing but more passing and not as deep as that… Hm. Jo couldn’t place it, but couldn’t help the crooked smile crossing her face, however vague it was. Her jaw had relaxed a bit, but the concern still remained with a bit of added curiosity. Once again there was a bit of silence, something she would easily wait out for once. She wasn’t always patient, but for now it was calming.
Aaaand the calm was gone.
Something snapped in the girl’s expression only a split moment before her movement. Jo was surprisingly fast. Anger and adrenaline pumping through her veins, hands slammed against the ground to throw her upper body just slight upwards in order to get her feet under her that were snapping back. Legs extending in no time at all, unless Elias had received some miracle of moving faster than his partner, Jo would have a right fist full of Elias’ shirt at about his chest level. She aimed to have her face mere inches from his, irritation quite easily placed on her face with no hint of a grin.
“Stop it.”
The words were spoken solidly with a bit of a bite. A scolding or a threat? Jo hadn’t gotten far enough ahead in her plans to have any idea what to do next. It didn’t help that her head was spinning and she was quite sure she could collapse at any moment. She felt hot again, probably to the touch, but mostly she just felt heated and pissed off.
Her left hand had hit the back of the couch, bracing her body for the eventual fall because of all of her sudden movement. Hand squeezing onto the furniture, her right hand was relaxing as was her expression. Jo’s gaze was directly focused on Elias the moment she had decided his words were not needed. But after a few moments of letting her words hang, her head was dropping very slowly. If she had been face to face with him, her forehead may eventually reach his.
“Have as much faith in you as I do. How do you expect me to survive if you just keep putting down the weapon I wield?”
In her anger, she had temporarily forgotten that something was wrong with him. She was irritated with his negativity, her actions probably prodded on by her fuzzy mind. But now she held less anger. With her previous words, she had gotten a more encouraging grin. It may prove hard to see if her head did indeed keep dropping, but her anger was fading. Elias needed to buck up.
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Post by Elias Larenz on Apr 22, 2015 21:46:53 GMT -5
Before Elias could really begin to comprehend what was happening, Jo had managed to get a hold of the collar of his shirt. She had moved so quickly, at speeds Elias had not thought her capable of. Not just because she was sick, but just in general. She always seemed too apathetic to move so quickly. Perhaps Elias had never seen her so passionate until now.
But, the main reason he had trouble comprehending it was because the action made him absolutely terrified.
Though Elias had been trying to avoid letting Jo know about the fact that she had kinda broken his arm, he wasn’t expecting her to grab him like that. Why had he been so adamant on that anyway? Now that he thought about it, there wasn’t much of a reason to be. Oh, right. He didn’t want Jo to be worried because stress wasn’t good for the sick. Feh. That was an awful reason.
Especially if the pay for that would be this. It might sound silly but, Elias really really didn’t like people grabbing onto his shirt like that. Weird, right? No. Weird wasn’t the right word. Pathetic was. Elias was so damn pathetic. He just felt helpless when people did that. He knew why that was, of course. He just didn’t want to dawn on it.
It didn’t help that Jo then went on to threaten him. This wasn’t good. Elias was scared. His eyes fell down to look at her hand instead of her herself. His face appeared more blank than anything. That made sense. Elias had to manually make facial expressions, after all. Difficult. All he had to go off of was the memory of what the edge of his cheekbones looked like for each given expression. When he was scared? Hell no he wasn’t gonna remember that.
Didn’t help matters that Jo then went to put her free hand against the couch, which was behind Elias. He didn’t know that was for support. To him, it looked like she was pinning him. Poor panic. Not good, but he didn’t move. Waited for her to punch him or something. He wouldn’t feel it, so it’d be alright...
...But then Jo loosened the hand that was grasping onto his shirt. Oh, yea. She was tired. Elias probably wouldn’t be getting punched by her anytime soon. Fine by him. That calmed Elias down quite a bit. He moved his head up to try to look at Jo, but just as he did she had drooped her head so that it was resting against his. Was this her method of affection or something?
And then Jo spoke, and Elias suddenly remembered what he had said and what her motifs most likely were. A long sigh escaped him. ”Oh. That’s what this is about.” He muttered.
”Why don’t you sit down?” He asked Jo, now with a much clearer voice. ”Sorry, that was a bit rude of me. I was... uh...” Goddammit. Elias still wasn’t quite sure if it was a good idea to tell sick Jo of the fact that she broke his arm or not. But it’d be hard to *not* do that now. Might as well just blurt it out.
”Well, that soul purge of yours... kinda seems to have broken my arm.”
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Post by Jo Workmann on May 4, 2015 22:23:16 GMT -5
Jo’s mind was spinning too fiercely to fully catch Elias’ reaction. No matter how obvious or lacking he may have been, she wouldn’t have been able to comprehend it. During her short angry outburst, she wouldn’t have been focused on how he’d take it. And as her anger faded, she was losing the ability to keep herself intact. Her best attempt was to keep that grip on the couch behind Elias, keep herself stable enough so she wouldn’t collapse back to the ground. By now, her hand no longer held fabric, but lightly pressed against his chest in the loosest fist imaginable.
The girl heard the sigh, even managed to comprehend his words. Slowly, she needed to go back to slowly. What else had he thought she was mad over? If she had been more aware of herself, she would have realized how out of character she was being about everything. Or.. more over the top than normal. Finding no reason to reply to him right away, not even sure he wanted her to, Jo found herself listening to him speak again. He was asking her to sit, this time his voice ringing much more clearly in her head. She would have nodded her head, if she wouldn’t smack him right in his own skull.
Giving a quiet grunt, Jo moved much less quickly than previous. Her hand on his chest opened, palm against him, she used him only slightly to steady herself as she shifted position to sit beside her partner. Seeing as it would take more energy to get herself farther away from him, she just sort of spun her body so she was just barely off him. Sitting next to him, she slouched down in the couch, arm to… arm/lower Elias. He almost felt cold compared to her own heat, and the girl resisted the temptation to get closer to him.
She wasn’t looking at him now, her eyes were partially closed as if she might fall asleep. Gaze downwards, she could have focused on the floor if she opened her eyes more. Jo still listened to him, she wasn’t about to let his words get missed. She just… had to take a little time.
When it finally sunk in, Jo’s head jerked up. Looking at a slightly upward slant at her partner’s face, her eyes were wide. Surprise was very obvious, her mouth open just slightly with words caught in the back of her throat. Concern was also evident, with a bit of confusion. Closing her mouth, she opened it again. Yet still, nothing. No sound. Tightly pressing her lips together, her eyes moved to the arm opposite her. That’s the one she had got, right?
Elias was certainly not her brothers. Everything he did was so very different. How he reacted to this broken arm thing… reacted to her in general. She had been trying to treat him like one of her brothers but… That had resulted in her hurting her own weapon. Thoughts rushed her mind, as well as a variety of feelings. Just… what did she do now? How was she supposed to treat this boy? She couldn’t treat him like a wuss, but she needed to protect him, but Elias was strong, but he needed to see it, but she couldn’t break him… It confused her and frustrated her. And here he was, sorry that he was broken. Not hitting her back, not trying to break her finger, not laughing it off… She had no idea how to react to this.
“we… we need to get you help.”
Her words sounded uncertain, something that didn’t seem to fit right with her. She was looking to his face again, but she wasn’t quite sure what to do. Under normal circumstances, she’d hop on her bike and drag him to the infirmary. But… she wasn’t about to get him in a wreck too.
“I’m sorry…”
The words were quieter and she had shifted her gaze off him. It was like she hadn’t said them very often, an ugly taste on her tongue. But it didn’t sound insincere. Just… odd. Similar to her uncertainty. Jo didn’t often find herself regretting her actions.
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Post by Elias Larenz on May 18, 2015 16:18:16 GMT -5
It was probably for the best that Jo didn’t catch Elias’ reaction. For him, anyway. Well, for her too. While he didn’t want to be questioned about his reaction at the moment, he also didn’t want her to have something ELSE to worry or feel bad about. No way she’d heal at that rate.
Jo had decided to take Elias’ advice and sit down. He wasn’t even quite sure why he had asked that. Surely Jo was aware of how fragile he was, and wouldn’t be very surprised? Or care, for that matter. He didn’t really care that much, so why would she care more than him? Well, it didn’t really matter. Probably a good suggestion regardless. Being on the floor probably wasn’t good for one’s health.
Once again, Jo seemed to get a rush of energy, though this time she showed surprise rather than anger. There were also a few other emotions there probably, but they were slight so Elias couldn’t be completely sure what they were. He wasn’t looking directly at Jo. He had his head turned so he could see her somewhat, but he was more looking past her. Maybe he’d be able to tell if he could actually deal with eye contact.
And then Jo talked again. Help? Yea, he knew that much. That bit of her words didn’t bother him so much as the word that started off the sentence. She even said it twice. “We”. Why did she think she had to come along? In fact, that might be problematic. If she said SHE was the one who broke his arm she could get into trouble. Elias’ situation was fun enough to simply say that he had done it by accident and not noticed. Plus, she was sick. She shouldn’t be going out anyway.
”Oh, it’s alright!” Elias immediately said as Jo apologized. Somewhat defensively. He didn’t really need apologies at the moment. Not from Jo, anyway. Elias didn’t really like pity, and he certainly didn’t like getting it from people he had to talk to more than once. Listening to constant apologies for something beyond someone’s control or/and had nothing to do with them was ... exhausting.
Well, Elias supposed that wasn’t the case this time. Regardless of his condition Jo still would have broken his arm. There would have just been more screaming in agony. Oh, and Jo probably would have known about it sooner due to exactly that.
Elias got to his feet. ”You should get some rest. I’ll go by myself.” He said, not even bothering to cradle the broken arm or something like that. He’d do it wrong anyway. Besides that, gravity’s damage wasn’t something he was horribly worried about.
Oh, right. Jo would have a hard time walking that far, wouldn’t she? Elias couldn’t really carry her with one arm either. ”You can sleep on the couch, right? Anything you need before I go?”
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Post by Jo Workmann on Jun 24, 2015 15:55:09 GMT -5
Elias’ instant reply confused her all the more. It’s alright! How could he speak that with such confidence? Wasn’t he normally telling her how what she was doing wasn’t okay? She was too brash, too aggressive, too not girly… too… anything? But not it was alright. She broke his arm and it was alright. It really had to be her sickness eating her mind, because that made absolutely no sense to her. And the longer she thought about it, the more obviously confused she became.
Her attention had shifted back to him during her thought process. Not completely focusing on him, but more like looking ‘towards’ his general face area. Her thoughts had much more taken over her mind than her seeing ability. It wasn’t until he had gotten to his feet that she allowed herself to become wrapped back up in what was happening around her. He was up and speaking to her again, and she still hadn’t found anything else to say. Her mind was spinning with so many questions and she had lost track on whether it was sickness, general confusion, or what.
His attitude towards this was so… strange to her. It even seemed foreign to his normal self. Her eyes following him, she slowly broke through what he was saying to her. He would go get help for himself. She was to stay here and sleep. Did she need anything…? He had a broken arm. She broke his arm. Instead of getting any backlash from it, he was asking if she needed anything.
Dumbfounded.
She really could think of no other word for it. The complete and total shock she still felt from this whole thing. Something always seemed to trigger him one way or another. But this…. was shrugged off. It didn’t sit with her well to see it. Was it a trick and he would get her back later? If only she thought that was a viable option… she would feel so much better.
Shaking her head slowly ‘no,’ she placed her palms against the couch to shift her body somewhat into a more seated position. Jo still didn’t know what to say. She felt like this was the quietest she had been in a long time, and she couldn’t find the way to escape it.
“I’m good. You get patched up.”
Her words were slow, but not from a tiredness. She was still confused. Like foreign words might escape her mouth in this false sense of reality she felt surrounding her. After waiting a few moments from when she spoke, she nodded a bit to herself. Trying to convince her mind that things would return to normal, she just had to rest. This was all some weird dream. Had she eaten pickles recently? That could explain it.
Lying down on the couch, almost forcing her attention to leave Elias, she shifted so her back met the couch more fully and her face was upwards.
Things would be normal when she woke up….
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Post by Elias Larenz on Jul 24, 2015 17:17:06 GMT -5
Normally Elias wasn’t superb at reading people. He wasn’t awful, but not good either. Jo made things even more difficult. Understanding her thought process was near impossible for him. And now she was sick so shouldn’t it be even harder to tell how she was feeling? You had to get past the look of a sick person first. Still, Jo looked very very confused after Elias had said it was alright. Well, he supposed he deserved that. Such a quick dismissal of anything being wrong when something was clearly wrong would probably confuse him too.
Still, she shouldn’t be too confused. Surely she knew how often he had to deal with this kind of thing? Maybe? No? Eh. It wasn’t too big a deal to him. He didn’t feel the pain so it was just a matter of only having use of one of his limbs for the time being. That was actually a bit annoying, now that he thought about it. Still, it would be a much bigger deal if it had actually hurt him, heh.
Thankfully, Jo wasn’t about to insist that she just had to come with him because it was all her fault that he was injured or whatever. Good, he wasn’t sure if she’d have an easy time walking. Probably wouldn’t. Actually, she should probably be taken to the infirmary as well. He wasn’t sure if this illness was severe enough to warrant that or not, but he supposed he could figure that out at a later time.
Jo had spoken slowly, and Elias couldn’t quite tell if it was just because she was tired or because she still wasn’t very happy about the situation. He couldn’t say he blamed her if either of those were the case, but if it was the latter then that wasn’t really lightening his mood at all. He didn’t want to be a nuisance.
That could probably be remedied, though. Not right now. Right now Elias needed to go and make sure gravity didn’t screw up his arm further. Though it was probably better to let that happen than it was to mess with it.
”Alright. I’ll be back soon then.” He said in response to Jo. Hm. Perhaps if he acted more carefree she would do the same. That was a reasonable conclusion to come to, he supposed. He gave Jo a smile that seemed ever-so-slightly forced. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice with her mind spinning from the sickness and all. He then reached forward and ruffled her hair ever so slightly.
And without another word - as he felt as though there was a chance she would pummel him after that last action - Elias left the apartment to go to the infirmary.
((End))
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