Faythe Lyveaf
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Post by Faythe Lyveaf on Mar 7, 2022 4:46:23 GMT
“Alright, then even more so you have stressed yourself into a headache, I apologize for the confusion and offense.“
She kept her hands to herself and decided there was plenty of invaded space done here already. She was done with anything she needed to do.
In fact she stood up and began searching about in more cabinets to take stock of what she had and where it was. There would be sacks of salts, jars of many colored powders labeled after plants and fruits there were jars of labeled oils and salves in another and further down the cabinets was product that was made already and waiting to be stocked when there was room. In another we’re chemistry sets and benson burners and beakers all in dainty glass and clean to boot.
She paused and went back a cabinet or two and mumbled to herself. She traced a finger until she found what she might have misplaced and kept going. She would listen if Gidget said anything.
“Is there anything else I can do while you are resting here? Anything I can get for you?” She had a smile on her lips even if it couldn’t be seen.
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Post by Gidget on Mar 15, 2022 0:58:36 GMT
As the pain continued to subside, the racing, shifting thoughts began to slowly settle. She could feel her brain pulsing against the hard bone of her skull, but even that meant moments of relief, however brief they may be. She reached up a shaky hand to rub the scar again, feeling the short hair part as she massaged the puckered skin. It was a stark reminder of her decision, of giving in to the CIA and letting them turn her into their personal lab rat.
Best. Decision. Ever.
She blinked and looked over at Faythe, still struggling to make sense of her words. It took just a bit too long, and then it suddenly clicked. Wincing slightly, she finally managed to focus on the stranger, who looked different than she had a moment before. Had it been just a moment? Or had time passed without her realizing it?
She kept her hand against the back of her neck as she contemplated what she asked. "I... What? You want to... what, exactly? Help? With what?" Her eyes cut slightly, that paranoia nice and fresh. She could vaguely recall that she had said SOMETHING, and that maybe it was insulting? But Gidget wasn't totally sure what it could have been. "I don't... need anything. I just need to get home." Help always cost something. And she wasn't totally sure she was willing to pay.
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Faythe Lyveaf
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Post by Faythe Lyveaf on Mar 15, 2022 21:56:31 GMT
“Alright… I have phones if you need it, you are welcome to stay until you are well enough to get home or call anyone you trust to come get you.” Faythe stared at her hands a moment as they rubbed the back of her head and neck but there was not any clear view of any scars. She would concluded from this the kind of head ache the girl was having. Tension headaches are indeed due to stress and poor posture.
She has a diet that isn’t healthy but gets them by with the extra additives that create a stimulus and drive of being alert and focused. They probably don’t sleep which is also affecting their gaze and causing pain in bright environments. They probably suffer with being over stimulated in wide open spaces. She was no psychiatrist but she would assume that was something to link as a diagnosable development.
She could see the signs in seconds and her patient was a hard walled fortress. Faythe decided not to play doctor anymore and remained as a hostess and Gidget her customer.
As it was she still had a few hours in her day and she might could take a lunch break.
“If you are comfortable and don’t live far… I could offer to walk you home as well?”
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Post by Gidget on Mar 21, 2022 2:03:36 GMT
Somebody she trusted... somebody that could come and get her, somebody she would call when she was sick, or hurt, or scared... She could think of exactly one person that fit that criteria, but after their last conversation, she wasn't totally sure if he counted anymore. She winced slightly, not quite capable of controlling her expressions through the final remnants of the pain, and stared down at the ground.
Gidget kept her attention entirely focused on the ground, her eyes zeroed in on her dirty, half-ruined shoes. It had been years since she had bought a new pair of shoes, and she could barely remember the last time her parents had gotten her anything new at all.... most likely, it was before she started shit, started making everybody's lives harder. So that would have been well before she knew how to talk or walk.
And yet, the last thing that Faythe suggested definitely caught her attention. Her eyes flew open wide, her teeth clenched tightly together again, and she closed her eyes, as tight as she could. Nobody knew where she lived. Nobody. Except....
WR. Why hadn't she thought of them before? They knew where she lived. They could make sure that she got home, without invading her privacy. And while she definitely did not trust them to take care of her, that was mostly because she wasn't totally sure they would know how to take care of anything, much less a human being.
"No. I'm fine. I can... get myself home." Gidget went to stand, hesitating before she accessed her chip again. She should know better... Hadn't accessing her chip just very nearly brought her to her knees? And yet, she still used the damn thing again. This time, she pulled up the texting "app" she used most often, and searched through all of the information she had gathered on WR. Phone number... She needed to find the phone number she had listed for them....
"Besides. You look like a... a stiff breeze... could blow you over. And you've got a store to run. I ain't yer problem."
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Faythe Lyveaf
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Post by Faythe Lyveaf on Mar 21, 2022 7:05:24 GMT
She chuckled breathlessly. “Speak for yourself…” or so she wanted to say but she was not that close to remark such a familiar tone with this patient. She simply nodded and didn’t press the matter. “Do feel free to come back should you have need of anything else my shop or I could offer. Or if you simply need a quiet place to rest yourself.”
Faythe didn’t move or stop Gidget and would wait to see if they could leave the room before standing to return to her work. Creating a considerate distance to keep from crowding the limited space and flare up one’s anxiety again.
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Post by Gidget on Mar 22, 2022 4:43:03 GMT
Quiet place.... Bah. If only this stranger knew. The only sound that graced her secluded, isolated apartment regularly was the whirring of her computer fans. Sure, she might play some music in the background, but if she needed quiet, she had it. And it sure as fuck wasn't in some strangers home, after having to walk through miles of open air. That wasn't worth it, not even a little bit.
Her stereotypical scowl was starting to return, twisting her lips and contorting that face of hers. In the moments of pain induced euphoria, her features had gone almost lax, and the femininity had shown through. Her lashes were delicate, her nose thin but shaped well, her jaw line and lips all... feminine. Yet, as if she were aware of this fact, she knew just how to shift them to take away all of that subtle softness.
When she moved, she did so gently, carefully, as if trying to make sure that she didn't lose her balance all over again. They said that operating the chip would become second nature... but in order for that to happen, she needed to use it regularly... and in order for THAT to happen, she had to trust it wouldn't melt her freaking brain every time.
She finally came across the number she had stored, one that she had painstakingly gone through the process of finding, and used the app to send WR a simple message. Hmm. Odd. Typing, entering data, that was easy enough. It was just observing and reading it that seemed to give her problems. Yet, as her thoughts began to wander, she cut her gaze back towards Faythe, and reinstated her sneer. "Yeah. Cool..."
And with that, she would move to leave.
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