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Post by Ruko on Nov 2, 2009 17:55:31 GMT -5
An otter? He was a swimmy creature? He was wet, but he didn't look like one... And what was a +Anima? Anya started, seeing the werewolf, no, otter turn to normal. He was a tall guy... Scary... She swallowed nervously, but then had a thought. He must be a special otter or something, that could change into a human. She just must've caught him mid-change. Okay, so he wasn't a tall, scary guy. He was an otter!
This? He was talking about her, right? "Otter, I'm Anya!" Anya announced, raising her hand in the air like she was in school. "I'm... ummas... six yearses old!" She wasn't exactly sure HOW old, exactly, but she was pretty sure she was six. It sounded right. Anya tipped her head to the side. "Whys do yas live all way ups here? The climbs longs... And I scratches ups my hands. Sees?" Anya held out her battered hands.
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Post by Contrast on Nov 3, 2009 0:30:49 GMT -5
Skip's POV~ Shaw examined the hands then looked at me. "Wot's wrong, wiff 'em Skip?"
I rose slowly and walked to an old discarded shirt in the floor. Picking it up I found a terra-cotta bowl on a ledge in the kitchen area. i took it to the fire place and dipped the bowl into a cauldron that had been warming water setting the bowl onto a table I began to attempt to rip the blouse into two long strips. The girl.. Anya.. sat on a chair watching intently. Shaw chuckled a little before snatching the shirt away and easily ripping it. I gave him a look, then dipped a finger into the water in the bowl to see if it was warm enough.
Laying the strips on the table, i began to attempt to tell her to put her hands into the bowl. I pointed to her then lifted my hands, then made dipping motions into an invisible bowl.
I only got an odd look of confusion,saw understood though, six years of trying to understand me really seem to have paid off. " 'E wants ya to put yer 'ands in the bowl, lassie."
I gave Skip a meaningful look then tapped one wrist and drove my hands down hard. This was a signal to make her keep her hands in the water- it would sting a little, but it had to be done.
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Post by Ruko on Nov 3, 2009 16:22:40 GMT -5
He was... ripping a shirt? Alrighty, then. Well, if this guy was a talking otter who could turn into a human, stuff's gonna get weird. Placing her hands into the bowl, Anya winced slightly. "It hurts a littles!" she announced, though, besides, the wince, there was no other indication of pain. She had suffered worse. MUCH worse.
Just thinking, Anya realized something. The boy had only made motions. She had yet to hear him speak a single word! Why? Tipping her head to the side, Anya peered quizzically at the older boy. "Heysas, whys you nots talkin'? You haven'ts said anything at all!" Did he not like her? Or was he scared that if he talked, things that she shouldn't know would spill out of his mouth. A thought came to Anya, and her mouth dropped open, already spewing out the words. "Cans you not talks? Someones in mys village couldn'ts either..."
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Post by Contrast on Nov 4, 2009 19:18:39 GMT -5
Skip's POV~ She was indeed a strange girl. Not only did she struggle with the the water but she also realized my handicap. I smiled weakly at her then walked to the the counter and grabbed some dried Chamomile flowers off of a shelf and another bowl. I put a little water in it from the cauldron and then took two full flowers and put them into the bowl. I grabbed a rounded rock (a sea rock- it was smooth perfect for my hand) and crushed the flowers until it was a poultice. I poured out some extra water onto the wooden floor and sat down by the girl. I tapped the palm of my left hand and then lifted it to indicate she should take her hands out. She presented them to me palms up and I took a dollop of the poultice and smeared it over her left hand She giggled and I did the same to her right hand. Then taking the ripped pieces of shirt used both tightly bandage her hands, so her fingers could move and function properly.
She jumped up and immediately began to ask about my voice again. I lowered my head a little then gave her a sad smile. tilting my head upwards a bit I tapped a long scar along the base of my neck. It was the wound that had permanently destroyed my voice.
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Post by Ruko on Nov 4, 2009 19:31:53 GMT -5
(PLEASE don't rp for me. You can just do your stuff, and then I'll fill in what Anya did in my next post, K?)
Her hands looked weird bandaged. Anya stared at them a moment, before repeating herself, as neither the boy nor the otter had answered her question "Cans you not talks?" The boy pointed to a scar on the base of his neck. The girl blinked, surprised, before announcing, "Heys! That looks likes some of mines!" With that statement, she carefully rolled up both of her sleeves with her bandaged hands, revealing layer upon layer of criss-crossing, deep scars on both arms. "See?"
She looked down at her arms, having kept them hidden for awhile. They didn't look any different, which wasn't really surprising. Anya looked back up at the boy, grinning. "We boths got scars!" Then, she giggled.
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Post by Contrast on Nov 4, 2009 23:44:51 GMT -5
((( ))) Shaw's POV~ Skip and I exchanged looks. I moved first, grabbing the girl's wrist and running a hand over the scars. Alarms flared in my head and immediately I felt angry. Who knows where these scars came from! Did she do them herself? Did someone else do them? It was all too risky. And why was she even here? Didn't she have a home to be in? People would come looking soon. It was all bad news. I attempted to keep my voice level- but I didn't do it very well, "Skipper. C'mere, we need ta talk, now." Skip sighed and rose from his chair- it looked like he knew what i was going to say already. for a 13-year-old, he was pretty smart.
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Post by Ruko on Nov 5, 2009 15:29:50 GMT -5
(XD)
Anya started, frightened slightly when the otter grabbed her wrist and started running his hand over them. Nervous, she yanked her arm away from him. Maybe... she shouldn't have shown them her scars. But... the boy had one, too, so she didn't think it would matter this much...
Glancing between the otter and the boy, Anya swallowed nervously, reminded she didn't know them. If they were anything like Daddy... But, no, they couldn't be! Right? "Umm... Whatsa wrong?" She asked nervously, still looking between the two boys. The otter sounded kind of mad... Had she done anything wrong? That would be bad...
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Post by Contrast on Nov 6, 2009 1:43:56 GMT -5
Shaw~ I glanced at the girl then back at Skip, "Inna minute, missie."
I walked over to Skip and grabbed him by the shoulder (gently of course) and led him to my room. Carefully I shut the door. Skip stood sheepishly by the bed.
"What were ya thinkin!" I turned sharply, "Bringin' the lass 'ere. What if she's got family? They might find us!!" I noticed my own change in my voice- it usually happened when there was something really important to be said.
Skip thought for a moment, then lowered his head with a shrug and sigh of resignation. Then glanced up and me and held up his right arm, turning it so that the palm faced me he proceeded to make violent slashing actions with an invisible object across his arm and looked at me with question.
That was true, what kind of family would it be if she had those marks?
Skip~ Scars.. they were bad news. Children didn't do that to themselves. Nor did that sort happen on accident. Someone did it to her. Even is she DID have family, it's not one he wanted her to go back to. I used my nail to lightly scratch a word into the soft underside of my arm- a useful trick when there was no paper around. I waited till the skin turned light and formed the word, I showed it to Shaw, the word was ABUSE
He understood immediatly, "Ya mean, someone from her family DID that to her?"
I nodded gravely.
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Post by Ruko on Nov 6, 2009 16:27:35 GMT -5
Anya sat on the chair, kicking her legs as she waited for the otter and the boy to finish talking. What could they be talking about? She wouldn't mind them talking about anything in front of her...
Creeping softly to her feet, and walking carefully across the floor, quietly as only a small person could, she stood next to the door, trying to hear them. But, she couldn't make out the words. Oh, well. Sighing to herself, Anya made her way back to the chair, and began kicking her legs out again, humming. Hurry up, pleases!
[FAIL POST!!! though I wasn't sure what to do, really...]
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Post by Contrast on Nov 7, 2009 0:58:36 GMT -5
(sorry!) Shaw-
I opened the door first and Skip followed me out. The girl sat in a chair. I strode over to it and dropped to one knee so we were eye level. "'ello, m' lass," I said as gently as I could manage, I had never been taught to speak softly or in a friendly way- as a sailor it is impossible to speak over the bustle of ship activity and have a small voice. (which is why Skip amazes me- he can talk without saying a word) "Wher are ya spo'sed ta be, eh?"
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Post by Ruko on Nov 7, 2009 10:08:28 GMT -5
Anya tipped her head to the side, confused slightly by the otter's words. Where was she supposed to be? "I dunnos!" she announced cheerfully, grinning brightly. "I'm heres, but... I don't thinks theres anywheres I gotta bes right now..."
The six-year-old thought a moment. "Nos, I don't thinks theres anywheres I'm supposed to be, Mr. Magical Otter. I'm heres, so I don't thinks I can be two places at once, eithers." She looked up brightly at him. "Sos, yeah. Sorrys, if that don'ta answer your question, Mr. Magical Otter."
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Post by Contrast on Nov 8, 2009 3:34:38 GMT -5
Shaw- "Mr. Magical whaa--?" I shook my head, "Alright-answer me: 'Ow old are ya? and wot's yer name? Have ya got a mum orra daddy?"
I heard Skip heave a sigh and plop down on the floor- exhasperated.
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Post by Ruko on Nov 8, 2009 8:37:43 GMT -5
She had already told him her name! And how old she was! Oh, well. She could answer him again. "My name's Anya!" the young girl told him again, staring him straight in the eyes. "I'm sixes years old. I never met my Mommy. My Daddy told me she went to the place in the sky with lotses of clouds. I dunno how'd you get up there, though. Maybe she can'ts come down."
Anya paused for a moment, before continuing. "As for my Daddys, he was really mean, so I runs away. I've beens away from him since..." Anya hesitated. "Sinces the time it was REALLY warm and the sun was highs in the sky." She shook her head. "But he won'ts look for me. He prob drunk in his house and forgots all abouts me!" Anya grinned. "Is that whatcha wanted, Mr. Magical Otter, sir?"
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Post by Contrast on Nov 13, 2009 1:49:02 GMT -5
Shaw- My face heated a little, "er.. ah.. sure.. okay." I turned quickly to Skip and whispered, "All righ'! She can stay, but only till we fin' 'er a place to go." I rose to my full height, "all right, lassie. Skip 'ere is gonna take care of ya, a'ight? While I go an' get the boat ready."
Skip gave me a puzzled look and I smailed back at him, "It's 'bout time we went fishin' eh?"
I walked out without another word.
Shaw's POV: I donned a sour look. Fishing.. Yes we were running a little low on supplies, but wasn't it a bit cold for fishing? And of Anya.. I hoped she would be able to handle it or at least enjoy it a little.
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Post by Ruko on Nov 13, 2009 23:03:18 GMT -5
Fishing... Anya frowned slightly, trying to remember that word. She had heard it before, right? And then it dawned on her. Her Daddy's friend had taken her fishing before, and though she didn't catch anything, he did, and they ate it for dinner. It was REALLY yummy.
"We getta go fishin'?" she asked jubilantly, not needing an answer. She hopped lightly out of her chair, grinning at the boy. What had Mr. Magical Otter called him? Skip? Yeah, that was it. Skip. "Won'ts it be fun, Skip? I went fishin' once, but I dinna catch notin'. My Daddy's friend did, thoughs, and we had its for dinner! It was yummy!' Her face was full of glee, as always.
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