dark stranger

Adair Lebeau - 20 - Male Medic

[fearfuadain]

@weepinglionheart

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Wait. “… y-you too?” Could she really believe that? Was this actually a coincidence? It seemed like it and Annie couldn’t decide if she should stay alarmed or calm down eventually. She wanted to say more but this panic had created a lump in her throat and an uncomfortable feeling had settled in her stomach. The shifter didn’t feel like eating anymore. Actually she’d prefer if she would just puke her stomach content out again. Sooner or later she would have to do that anyway.

With her heart still hammering in her chest, Annie tried to calm herself at least a little. Adair was no threat. It’s alright. Her own thoughts didn’t seem really reassuring at the moment, that’s how bad it was. It has been quite some time since the last time the shifter had shown such an… extreme reaction to a distressing situation such as this one.

[fearfuadain]

"Me... too.", he mumbles slowly, as if in slight shock. This was all just a bizarre turn of events. A coincidence. Nothing more. He tries to calm down. Deep breaths. It's okay. She wont hurt him. He leans forward, back towards the table, towards her. Takes a moment to take a sip of water. It's alright.

 He can't help wanting to bombard her with questions. He's curious, now. Even moreso than he had been before. "... Are you alright?"

[fearfuadain]

@weepinglionheart

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You’d think Annie was going to be hostile over this. That she’d rip him apart and he would take her secret with him when she brought him six feet under. But no, she wasn’t going to do any of that. The shifter was just as startled as her companion. With a racing heart and fitfull and heavy breathing, Annie couldn’t help but tremble in fear as she crawled towards the window, not taking her widenend eyes off him at any times.

Her usually so peaceful and soft features were disrupted by a fearful expression that was worn by people who were currently staring right into the abyss and realizing that death was staring back and about to get them. If Annie were able to wet herself that would be something she would do in a situation like this.

"Please d-don’t kill me!" She was squeaking pathetically as small tears were filling her bright blue eyes that were clouded by panic. "I’m trying to be normal!" This was it, this was how Annie would die.

[fearfuadain]

Kill her? Was this some sort of joke-- here he was, terrified, and she was the one fleeing! But that last comment... That really did hit home.

"I-", he begins, "Me too--.". He's scared; for the first time in years his heart is hammering in his chest. But this woman... she doesn't want a fight-- that much he can see. She isn't here to beat him to the ground and haul him back over the walls for being a deserter. No-- this is all a coincidence. It has to be.

"Annie, wait--! I... This is all a misunderstanding." There. The voice of reason had found its way back to him. He slowly exhales, awaiting her response.

[fearfuadain]

@weepinglionheart

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Adair, huh. One of those brits? At least it sounded like it. But Annie really had no time to think about that. After three apples she was still hungry as a hard working farmer who spent a good half of his day on the fields so she halved the loaf of bread Adair had given her and took the smaller half, already beginning to chew on it. Potato bread or something like that. Really tasty.

But what was more important than her seemingly insatiable hunger, was water. Fortunately Adair was just providing her what she needed to continue travelling. Once Annie had hastily choked down a big bite of bread, she grabbed the glass and made a grave mistake. In between her happiness about finding this nice human being and getting free food, the shifter had forgotten about what exactly happened when she drank water.

After chugging the liquid, the woman exhaled and inhaled loudly, putting the glass back on the table. What she hadn’t realized was that she actually just had blown quite a lot of steam towards Adair like a kettle. Oh shit.

[fearfuadain]

He's sitting watching the stars in the sky above through the window, attempting to avoid making her uneasy. She seemed skittish enough as is; no need to add to that, right? She's wolfing the food down at quite a pace-- she'll be done soon anyway.

"Where d--", he begins, only to stop abruptly as hot steam is blown towards him. He freezes, turning to her, a hint of fear in his eyes as he pulls away from her. He's scared now-- fear is something he hasn't felt in a long time. Longer still since he has experienced panic. For once the doctor is lost for words, unsure of what to say or do-- how to go about escaping-- or should he fight?

"Y... You're one of them.", he states, his usual slow pace replaced with frantic stammering. Oh, if the others could see him now. How they would laugh.

[fearfuadain]

@weepinglionheart

[fearfuadain]

He looks sceptically at her as she crawls over to the table. How bizarre. But, he supposed her being on the rooftop on the first place was more than a little strange in itself. He leans on one of the dull, maroon walls as she scoffs the apple. That was quite something.

"Ah— would you like a drink of water…?", he inquires, tilting his head. It was a clammy night— dehydration could be a problem. Anyway, he needed to get a glass himself. Making his way over to the cupboards, he glances over his shoulder. "Do you have a name?"

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Annie was already starting on the next apple when the man started talking to her. The shifter was quite barbaric and animalistic when it came to her daily life, but that didn’t mean she was going to forget all those manners she had learned to fit in and talk with a full mouth. Struggling a little with swallowing like half of the apple at once, the woman had to take a deep breath and even cough a little before being able to talk. She should eat slower before she choked on something or got hiccups. Annie didn’t really know what was worse.

"Yes, that’d— that’d be really nice of you." She couldn’t help but cough again. Goddamnit. But this weather they had lately was pretty nice actually. Reminded her of the forest. She was used to this type of climate and she practically lived of it. But humans, of course, weren’t really fond of it. It wouldn’t surprise her if some of them died because of it.

“Annie." Her name was muttered. Talking was hard with a whole apple in between your teeth. Seemed like she had forgotten her manners after all. Pull yourself together, woman.

[fearfuadain]

Reaching up and taking a jug and two glasses from the cupboards above, Adair simply nods. "No problem...!". The water could hardly be called cool-- it's at room temperature, but at least it's clean.

"Nice to meet you, Annie.", he smiles, though notes she really isn't paying much attention, what with being too busy devouring food to really talk much. Still... manners. "I'm Adair."

He takes the two glasses over to the table, setting them down in front of his guest and taking a seat at the other side of the table, a respectful distance away. Not that he was paying much attention-- he could see bats flying in the dim light outside out of the window. Wonderful creatures.

[fearfuadain]

@veiasvidro

[veiasvidro-deactivated20150417]

Ros nodded faintly. "Stress… Y-yes. That would… M-make sense." God, he hated talking to people about stuff like this; but he knew it was for the best. Besides, this ‘Adair’ seemed to actually be listening and caring about the things Ros said, and that inspired him to talk a little bit more than he would’ve with the old doctor. "I-I’m feeling… v-very stressed recently. And I d-don’t really… know … why? That was only a half lie, after all. He was stressed because he got attacked by some blonde woman and had completely unacceptable thoughts about a complete stranger, but he didn’t know why either of those things happened.

Ros took a moment to consider the thought. A little label, with name and age and birthday, didn’t seem too bad. And it didn’t make him feel like a mental patient, either: anybody could have an identification label, after all. "I… I like that idea." His voice was quieter than he’d wanted it to be.

"N-no, it’s… It’s fine." He replied softly, sipping his tea again and feeling the heat run down his throat. "I-I’m… I’m not…At t-the moment… I’m-" An exasperated sigh fell from his lips - he hated it when his words seized up like that. "…Sorry."

[fearfuadain]

"That's understandable. This must be a difficult time for you, but from what you've told me, you seem to be coping astonishingly well. Anyone in your position would be stressed. Do not worry, Mr Mendes." Adair smiles, sitting back and crossing his legs, trying to relax a little.

He listens carefully to the other's quiet speech. He's somewhat lucky his hearing is so keen, otherwise Ros's words may have been to faint for him to make out, barely more than a whisper. "Ah, I'm glad. It's a very simple procedure. You know how to use a needle and thread, yes?" Perhaps that was a stupid question. These days, everyone knew how to sew. It was a skill many could not afford to live without. Still, there was always the chance he had forgotten.

He watches as Ros stumbles over his words, head tilted slightly. What was there to apologise for?

"Please, you need not apologise. Take as much time as you need...! We have plenty of time for discussion-- there is no rush here, Mr Mendes.", he smiles. It was true-- he'd never been one to go particularly fast, either. There was nothing wrong with that, right?

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[fearfuadain]

@weepinglionheart

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This guy had a really nice room, she had to give him that. It also seemed to be warmer in here than in any other human’s quarters she had ever entered. Almost like hers. Huh. But she couldn’t pay much attention to that now, because her growling stomach was beginning to downright terrorize her.

She didn’t feel like standing up so she just decided to crawl closer to that table and settled down before it, cross-legged. Hopefully she didn’t seem like it, but if Annie was about to be attacked by this guy or someone else, she was already ready to tear the aggressor to shreds. He had really no reason to do so but you could never know. Better be cautious around a possibly vicious human being.

But enough of that. Annie’s stomach was killing her by now and she reached out to grab one of those nice-looking apples but she couldn’t help but glance over to the other for a few moments before actually grabbing a fruit. After eventually getting over those moments of mistrust, Annie wolfed the apple with only a few bites.

[fearfuadain]

He looks sceptically at her as she crawls over to the table. How bizarre. But, he supposed her being on the rooftop on the first place was more than a little strange in itself. He leans on one of the dull, maroon walls as she scoffs the apple. That was quite something.

"Ah-- would you like a drink of water...?", he inquires, tilting his head. It was a clammy night-- dehydration could be a problem. Anyway, he needed to get a glass himself. Making his way over to the cupboards, he glances over his shoulder. "Do you have a name?"

[fearfuadain]

@veiasvidro

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The words were actually helpful, Adair’s tone soft and the way he spoke made it sound like he was at least pretending to be interested in Ros’ situation. He reached for his cup and sipped at the tea, holding the mug in both hands and leaning back into the sofa. He felt a little more comfortable, his hands not shaking quite so much. If they started again, though, he’d have to put the mug down - he didn’t want to spill it.

He nodded fervently in response to Adair’s question. "Y-yes, I…! I do r-remember it. R-ros- uh, rather, Rosenbaum Mendes. I j-just… Someone asked me my full name and I c-couldn’t… All I knew w-was Ros.” It was embarrassing to talk about, but felt as though he was lifting a weight from his shoulders.

Ros’ brow furrowed in thought. "I-Identification? N-no, I… I d-don’t think so. No… W-why?"

[fearfuadain]

"Ah, I see... That's quite alright-- completely forgetting your name would perhaps concern me a little, but you appear to be doing well. Everyone makes mistakes now and again-- mistakes that are only exacerbated by stress...". The other did seem quite stressed. His stammering and shuffling, his apparent discomfort upon arrival only supported the idea. At least he seemed to be relaxing now, even if only marginally.

Adair offers a shrug. "Many people I've worked with find it comforting knowing they have something to remind them of things like names, dates of birth, place of residence et cetera in case they have difficulty recalling them... It needn't be anything fancy. A label stitched to the inside of a sleeve is discreet and accessible enough. That said, some detest the notion. Perhaps it would be something to consider, if you fear such a thing will happen again."

Again with the long-winded sentences. "Please forgive me-- I do tend to babble. Feel free to interrupt me at any point if you feel you would rather discuss something else."

[fearfuadain]

@veiasvidro

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"W-well…" In what respect indeed. In the way that he kept having panic attacks and blackouts? In the way that he couldn’t get those thoughts about Adrian - a complete stranger - out of his head.

"J-just… Weird. Like, I c-can’t tell if what I’m thinking is… Is a thought, o-or a memory." It was worst than that, of course. He’d started doubting everything he thought, now. Every single fantasy and dream Ros spent hours mulling over again and again in his head, wondering if it was some memory from his previous self. "It m-makes me doubt everything. Even the s-stuff I already know."

He couldn’t help but start beating himself up already for his lack of memory, despite the surprisingly kind words Adair reassured him with. “I d-don’t… I don’t feel like there is any.. h-hope. Y’know?” His words halted behind his teeth. Ros wanted to admit that he was scared, but that was too embarrassing. He took a deep breath. "I… I f… I f-forgot my name the other day."

[fearfuadain]

"Ah... I see.", it was not an uncommon occurance, but his report gives the medic good reason to be hopeful. "Well, that's most certainly a start. Even if you are unsure of the origins of the thoughts, the fact that you believe they may be memories is something worth considering... Even if, at first, you cannot say so with any certainty. Small steps, Mr Mendes."

He takes a moment to pause and sip his tea, unaccustomed for talking at such a length. After a brief pause, he nods slowly.

"We all feel hopeless now and then-- I suppose one might say it's simply part of the human experience." He pauses at that, but takes a second to clear his throat before hastily starting up again; "... Perseverence will pay off. Maybe not in the immediate future, but soon."

His voice does not waver, but he can't help but feel a little saddened by the other's admission. A name was the first thing they asked patients to remember-- failure to recall such a thing was seldom a good sign. But this was an isolated occasion, by the sounds of it. "... I see. But you remember it now, yes...?". He takes a moment to look over the other. "Say, you don't happen to carry any form of identification on you, do you?"

[fearfuadain]

@veiasvidro

[veiasvidro-deactivated20150417]

Adair Lebeau. Huh. Ros shuffled in his seat and watched as Adair placed down the teacups. He decided to let it cool for a while, rather than end up burning his mouth and looking like an idiot on his first day back to therapy. God, he hated that word.

How was he feeling? That was definitely a very open-ended question. Did he mean physically? - In which case Ros was feeling weak today, but mopping and stirring soup all day was giving him a little more muscle in his arms, at least. Did he mean emotional? That was a different story.

Ros coughed, clearing his throat to allow himself to maybe actually speak rather than stammer vague questions and words. "I’m… I’m f-feeling… Weird." That was an understatement, definitely. After the blonde woman’s attack and the certain thoughts about Adrian that still made him uncomfortable just thinking about them; Ros was feeling more confused than he ever could’ve been before.

"I s-still don’t remember anything.” His tone was almost whiny, aggravation clear in every syllable; he just didn’t know how to get it out.

[fearfuadain]

"Weird, hm...?", Adair mumbles, taking a sip of his tea. He tilts his head, curious. "In what respect? Ah-- Of course, you're not obligated to answer if you do not desire to do so.".

He didn't remember anything? Right now, Adair wished more than anything that the file had been written in a more coherant manner. Repression? Head trauma? Remember anything about what? Ah well, the best thing he could do was keep his usual, calm front and try to be patient.

"It's alright. These things take time... I have no doubt you are trying your utmost best-- that is all any of us can ask for.", he smiles. "I understand it can be frustrating, but there is always hope. And plenty of time."

[fearfuadain]

@veiasvidro

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Ros sat as he was told to sit, only nodding silently in response to the doctor’s question of his name. The rain was indeed a nuisance, but Ros wasn’t going to grace this stranger with a response. He felt surprisingly bitter at the fact that his old doctor had just fobbed him off to some other guy; and though it wasn’t the new doctor’s fault, Ros needed to take out his irritation somehow.

The offer of tea surprised him, though. Ros had always assumed all doctors, psychologists, therapists; or whatever else they wanted to call themselves to up their ego were all the time - rude, a little blunt and obviously not wanting to listen to you. But, there was this new guy offering a cup of tea. Ros relented, frowning as he replied.

"Y-yeah… Sure."

He bit his lip, steadied his shaking hands and awaited the promised drink.

"W-…What’s your name, s-sorry?" He questioned, reluctantly.

[fearfuadain]

Slowly standing up and making his way around his neatly organised desk, Adair can't help but be a little surprised by his question. Oh-- how could he have been so forgetful? "Ah--!", he mumbles, pouring the water from the teapot into two small, slightly chipped cups. "Most would refer to me as Doctor Lebeau, but I'm not fond of such formality. My name is Adair; apologies for not introducing myself sooner."

Carefully, he sets the teapot onto the floor, shifting both the tray holding the teacups and the wobbly table beneath it into the centre of the room before dragging his own chair over from behind the desk.

Finally done, he lets out a small sigh and takes a seat. Working with new patients was always a little nerve-racking, but this one didn't seem too bad. "So,", picking up his tea, he offers another smile, "How are you feeling today, Mr Mendes?" He could ask more later, but for now, it would be best to try and calm any nerves-- to try and get an idea of the other's personality.

[fearfuadain]

@veiasvidro

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Usually, on days like this; Ros would let himself finish his daily chores as quickly as possible and spend the rest of day curled up in his mess of a duvet. But today was one of those days. Admittedly, Ros didn’t like giving them specific names like “doctor days” or “therapy days” because that made everything sound too clinic, too hospitalised, too much like he was being treated for something. He was fine, he tried to tell himself every morning as he covered up the mirror. He was fine, he whispered to himself as he forgot the names of everyone in the room. He was fine he would swear to the grave as he almost fainted every time a memory of his family crept, unwanted and sudden, into his mind.

But he wasn’t fine, and that was why he would always get out of bed for these kind of days.

Wearing old trousers that were too big for him now that he’d lost all that weight in the past months; and a sweater that covered everything from his neck to almost the very tips of his fingers; Ros braved the rain. It was only a slight drizzle at first, but the spits became downpour soon enough and Ros had to pull up his sweater over his head to stop the worst of the water splashing his head. It was only a short walk from his room in the barracks to the infirmary, luckily.

He opened the door quickly, slammed it even more so. He shook his head and let the droplets of rain fly off the bits of his hair that didn’t get quickly saved by the knitted, oversized jumper.

"I-I’m…" He tried to speak but the words caught in his throat, numbed by the smell of anaesthetics and institutionalisation that always filled medical rooms. "I’m h-here for my A-… A…" God, he hated the word. "A-appointment…?"

[fearfuadain]

Footsteps pull Adair for his reading and he looks up in just enough time to see the door slamming off of the wall, rattling the rusty frame. Ever unphased, he simply offers a nod and a smile.

"Ah-- Your timekeeping is impeccable. Mr Mendes, yes?", he asks, speaking at his usual, exceedingly slow pace, voice soft and sooting.

He'd leafed through the file, but the handwriting of his predecessor was near-unintelligable. Too much effort-- better to start from the beginning, anyway.

"It's a shame there isn't room to accomodate a fireplace in here. The rain is such a nuisance...! Ah, anyway, please take a seat.". He slowly waves towards the opposite wall, only a couple of metres away, where a relatively worn looking sofa takes up the majority of the wall.

"I thought to bring a kettle of hot water and a pair of cups over from upstairs. Would you like a cup of tea?".

[fearfuadain]

@veiasvidro

Letting out a sigh, Adair looks out of the small, grubby window to the pouring rain outside. The day was simply dragging on-- already, he'd spent the morning stitching wounds, administering medication and soothing patients. Nothing vaguely unusual or even remotely exciting. Perhaps the afternoon would not be so tiring.

The medic takes a sip from his flask, flicking through paperwork. Ah-- an appointment. It was a strange thing to find one nowadays. Things were often so busy that the infirmary had become more of a walk-in facility. This was intruiging.

He flicks through the paperwork briefly in his small, cramped 'office' (little more than a renovated storage cupboard, but who was he to complain?). He doesn't mind waiting-- but it seemed unlikely his patient would turn up, given the weather.

Still, one can only hope.

[fearfuadain]

@weepinglionheart

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No, no. You are about to catch your death, the shifter thought. If this nice person had no food, she would just go for him. That wasn’t a nice way to do things, but when was Annie ever nice?  Seldom if ever.

After that guy finally pulled his head back in and it sounded like he opened the window a little wider, the woman was sure that she could get to the hard part eventually. Now, how was she supposed to do this? Annie was creative when it came to hurting humans and making them tremble in fear but getting from point A to point B was something else. Even though she should’ve been more careful, Annie just did it the old way— feet first. Preferably the right way around so she could just swing through this guy’s window and right into his bed. He probably wouldn’t mind her crashing in his bed after eating herself through his inventory. It wasn’t like she wasleaving him a choice anyway.

After only a few clumsy movements, the shifter was already hanging down from the roof gutter, crystallized fingers biting at the metal. This ability of hers wasn’t only good for mauling, she could also use it for scaling up all kinds of surfaces. Once Annie had hung there for a few moments, thinking about how she could get down there, she eventually decided to wing it. Swinging her legs a little so she would have enough momentum to be able to get through that window, the shifter eventually let go of the roof gutter and ended up doing the worst of dynamic entries. At least he had a nice and soft carpet.

[fearfuadain]

Perhaps inviting strangers in at such an hour hadn't been his wisest move. He can hear her scrambling down and already he can't help but look over his shoulder in anticipation. He fidgets with his eyepatch with one hand, pulling various items of food out of the small cupboard with the other.

He hears a scratching-- like someone dragging rocks along metal. What was she doing out there? Still, he couldn't withdraw his invitation now. He produces a tray from the top of the cupboard after a moment of feeling around. Putting the tray on the low, slightly wobbly coffee table in the centre of the room, he nearly jumps when she lands before him, albeit rather ungracefully.

Quickly regaining his calm composure, he hums a soft tune as he ferries items over from the desk underneath the cupboards to the table. A loaf of bread, a few apples and a very small package of smoked meat was all he had to offer.

"Here--... I hope this will suffice, stranger. Sorry I don't have much more to offer you. Food is so scarce, even now, as you must already be aware of."

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[fearfuadain]

@weepinglionheart

[raubtixr-archive-blog]

Fuck yes. Free food from some guy who seemed to be too nice for his own good. Perhaps she could stay in at his place for the night, Annie didn’t want to sleep on some window ledge after all. She had some bad experiences with those. Who knew if there wasn’t going to be some rabid human who tried to pry her off his ledge? Adrian always had been serious about the ledge to his window. Perhaps it was special. Or it was just because Annie nerved the hell out of him because she could. Probably the first one. Obviously.

"You would do that for me?" Making it seem like she was much more excited than she actually was, the woman only had one goal. To get as much as possible out of this. Annie could get a warm bed, food and maybe even a nice person she could talk to. All she had to do was climb down from this roof, preferably without breaking her neck and dying.

[fearfuadain]

"Of course.". It's true-- he'd do nearly anything to help another, despite the bother it often got him into. "... Besides, it's freezing out here. You'll catch your death...!"

With that, he takes a step inside, opening the window as wide as it will go before stepping out of the way. He eyes the fireplace. It could do with a little  more wood.

First things first, though, he turns to the row of cupboards on the wall of the room and begins rummaging for food.

[rpmememaker]

Sad 'n' fluffy RP starters!

"Have you ever been to a funeral before?"

"Do you want to hold my hand?"

"You look like you need a hug."

"Please hold me."

"Don’t worry, it’s not real. It’s all a dream."

"Shhh, it’s okay now. You’re safe in my arms."

"Hold me until I forget."

"I don’t feel good. Stay with me…"

"Don’t worry, baby, I got you."

"I had that horrible dream again. Can I sleep in your bed?"

"You can’t run from your fears when you’re in my arms."

"Kisses won’t make it better, but you can try."

"I’m going to love you until you love yourself."

"You look like you need cheering up."

"I need cheering up."

"The past is in the past. The future is for us. We can’t help what’s gone."

"You woke up screaming. I figured breakfast in bed was in order."

"You’re the light of my life. Please don’t go."