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Post by ANGELICA BLAIR CORBIN on Mar 14, 2013 17:49:01 GMT -5
What am I lying here for? We are here as though we had a chance of enjoying a quiet time.... Am I waiting until I become a little older? [/font][/size] Xenophon The Anabasis [/color][/font] Angelica strolled through the hospital corridor, her hands firmly grasped behind her back so she won’t be tempted to try to touch anything. It always unsettled her when her hands went through things. It made the world around her seem even less real, and that always led to horrid hopeful thoughts. Perhaps she wasn’t dead. Perhaps this was all some terrible nightmare she’d wake up from. Logan would hold her and tell her it was only a dream, and in a few hours Jenny would be awake, and life would go on as normal. It was a cruel hope, and a foolish one. She’d seen herself be buried. She knew the truth.
Perhaps it should be strange for her to return to a hospital, considering it was in a hospital that she lost everything. Yet it was oddly comforting. Hospitals had always held a special place in her heart; special memories of Logan and their life together. She’d sometimes bring him lunches during his break, or bring a cake in when it was one of the other staff’s birthday, or once and a while she’d come early to pick him up and wait for him in the comma ward where she’d read to the patients; she’d heard somewhere that sometimes they’d hear what you’d say and Angelica had always thought that if she were lost in some deep dream world that she should like someone to come a read her stories. Of course, she’d never asked anyone to do that for her, not even Logan. She’d never thought anything like that would really happen to her. She guessed no one ever truly did…
It was in the comma ward she found herself drifting towards. She’d always liked it there. It was the quietest place to be in the whole building. The patients there, most of their families had long since stopped visiting. Perhaps that was sad, but Angelica could understand. They cared for their loved ones, but there was nothing for them to do wait, and sometimes waiting by their side became too painful. Still, she felt it was right that someone should wait with them.
Angelica walked past the rows of hospital beds and sat in a chair at the end of the room. She chose the chair wisely, as its presence was obscured from view by a tactfully placed curtain. She could safely hold a book without a nurse seeing and becoming frightened, though that was merely a precaution. She would be able to hear the approaching footfalls with enough time to put it down. But the only sounds to be heard now were the steady, rhythmic beeps of the machine hooked up to the patients that monitored their vital signs and ensured their continued existence.
“Where did we get to last time?” Angelica asked the silent room with something like a smile haunting her lips. She opened the book on her lap and flipped through the pages until she found the right spot. She cleared her throat and began, “‘Look!’ said Fiver suddenly. ‘That’s the place for us, Hazel. High, lonely hills, where the wind and the sound carry and the ground’s as dry as straw in a barn. That’s where we ought to be. That’s where we have to get.’”
[/i] This was her favourite book. She hoped the others would like it as well. If not, well, that was too bad. They’d have to tune her out. She kept reading. The sun trickled in through the window, warming her, and for a moment she almost forgot everything. It was bliss. [/blockquote] 544 words | open | angelica is reading from watership down, if anyone was curious [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by COVE-RHYS ANTHANY HOWEL on Mar 15, 2013 19:27:03 GMT -5
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[style=text-align: center] ruined in the rain [/style][style=font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding: 25px; margin-top: -10px; color: CCCCCC;] This particular town had been one that Cove had remained in for more than three consecutive days. For some that may be nothing, but for him it meant something. He hardly ever felt the need to remain in one place more than he needed to be, that time often being nothing more than the hours it took to cross through. So why had he found himself so drawn here? And of all places in the entire town, why was he within the hospital?
The day he had walked into town he witnessed someone standing at the edge of the street, their eyes glazed over. He wasn't sure exactly what was going on with them, but as he walked closer there was something in his eyes that made this person seem so lifeless. They were not a ghost, they did in fact seem to be alive, but their presence made Cove-Rhys cold. Only moments after he realized just the extent of how emotionless this person was, they jumped into the street only to be hit by a car moments later. The entire sight was something that shocked Cove-Rhys. He'd never seen anything like it. His jaw had dropped, his unbeating heart sank, and he was paralyzed from the fear.
Once the ambulance came through, it was evident that the man had not died on impact. The speed of the car, as well as the size was not enough to kill him instantly. Now the man was in the hospital, in an unpredictable coma and Cove-Rhys had brought it upon himself to remain in the area, checking on the man he only knew from the lost look in his eyes. He couldn't leave without knowing the destiny of the soul. If he died, would he be in the after life? Would he survive and return to the life that had brought him to make such a decision? Regardless of what happened, Cove was chained to the hospital for the last three days.
Now he was wandering through the halls, trying to get a look at something different than the unconscious body of the same man. He was returning from the main floor back to the coma wing of the hospital. As he was walking by one particular door he heard someone speak beyond the those of the few nurses that were painted among the hall, or sitting at their desks. This voice was different. It gave Cove-Rhys a strange chill. His head peaked in and right away he recognized the voice to a ghost, another person of the afterlife. It surprised him, though it shouldn't of. After all he was in the hospital. But as his eyes analyzed her in comparison to that who she was next to he didn't see any relation to their body.
Without mind of it, Rhys walked into the corner of the room and listened to her as she spoke. When she finished a sentence, he couldn't bring himself to remain silent anymore, "I'm sorry... hi... what is that you are reading?" He asked, it seemed so casual. Suddenly, striking up a conversation with a stranger over a book. It felt so... living. It was certainly a break from what he'd all witnessed in the last three days. [/style]tagged; angelica. notes; i decided to snag this c:
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Post by ANGELICA BLAIR CORBIN on Mar 16, 2013 20:53:16 GMT -5
What am I lying here for? We are here as though we had a chance of enjoying a quiet time.... Am I waiting until I become a little older? [/font][/size] Xenophon The Anabasis [/color][/font] It didn’t take long for Angelica to slip comfortably into the book, becoming engrossed by the story and characters. She’d never been a very bookish person. It wasn’t like she was allergic to books, as some people appeared to be by the way they pointedly avoided them, but the act of sitting quietly in one place had never been her ideal way to pass by a few hours, and so her participation in the act had been limited to her occasional visits to the hospital and bed times stories to her daughter.
Yet in death she’d discovered an odd peace that could come with reading. For a while she could escape her own circumstances and instead focus on the problems of a fictional person. It was escapism in its purest form, and Angelica was enjoying her indulgences in it.
She’d just finished the end of a paragraph when a voice cut in, startling and drawing Angelica out of the strange and troublesome world of rabbits, and transporting her back to the large room in the comma wing.
"I'm sorry... hi... what is that you are reading?"
Angelica found herself staring at a young man who was standing in the back corner across from her. She blinked, unable to fathom for a moment what had just happened. He was looking at her. He’d addressed her; spoke to her. What did that mean? Was she really here, or--?
Or it was another ghost.
The realization having dawned, Angelica relaxed and tried to keep the disappointment from showing on her face. “Oh, hello,” she replied, trying once again to smile; it was a forced, twisted thing, but she hoped he’d understand the effort was in the right place. “It’s Watership Down by Richard Adams. It’s a children’s book, I know, but I’ve always had a real fondness for it.” She placed the book down on the table next to her. She realized how strange this situation must seem, a dead girl reading to the comatose. She rose from her seat.
“I know this must seem strange, me reading out loud here,” Angelica continued, glancing out the window at the sunny street front that sat before the hospital. Both cars and people was rushing about, leading their busy lives. “I just… I thought maybe, since we’re here but not really here, and they’re here but not really here, maybe they can still hear us.” Angelica glanced back at the young dead man, a small, genuine smile of sadness and befuddlement appearing on her porcine face. “I’m sorry, did that make any sense? I’m terrible at explaining things.”
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Post by COVE-RHYS ANTHANY HOWEL on Mar 17, 2013 15:44:49 GMT -5
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[style=text-align: center] ruined in the rain [/style][style=font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding: 25px; margin-top: -10px; color: CCCCCC;] The consistency of always being on the road made Cove-Rhys less than a book enthusiast. Honestly, the most he had ever taken to reading something was when it was mandatory in school. Even in the afterlife he hadn't taken to reading, or engaging himself to expand his mind. Rather, for him, it was easier to continue walking around in the lost state that he had put himself in years before he had even died.
Yet, there was something comforting in hearing the voice of a reader, the thing that brought him to her in the first place. After not wandering outside of the hospital for three days the silence was deafening, and the entire sanitary air made him feel more depressed the longer he stayed there. He needed to inquire about the book, simply because it had been the most hopeful sounding words he had heard in days.
In her response he just nodded his head. He wouldn't even of known if it was a children's book or not, just because of hos lack of knowledge when it came to these sorts of titles. But now he knew, and now he might even find himself in a place where he could take the time to read it. As she rose up he shifted the weight of his feet, uncertain if he should be dragging her away from the book. after all, there was this strange feeling he got from the look on her face that made him believe that she wasn't all too excited to see another ghost. Of course, it was probably just in his head.
Cove-Rhys took to looking at the man in his bed. He hadn't even thought of it like that. He hadn't even contemplated if she should speak to the man he had witnessed trying to kill himself. Really, it made more sense than Cove just remaining in the hospital waiting for some sort of answer that could take weeks before he'd have. "Yeah, no," He paused for a moment before looking back at the woman, "I definitely get what you mean," They always said that when someone was sedated that they'd be be able to hear you in their sleep-like state. While these people were presumably both alive and dead, who was to say they couldn't hear the conversations taken place in the afterlife as well as the living?
He couldn't help but chuckle a little, still rethinking it in his head. He laughed mostly at himself for not even coming up with that. "It's okay, i really don't think i'd know how else to explain it, i have a difficult enough time just explaining this," he used his hands to gesture to the air, but referred to the state of living dead, "to myself." [/style]tagged; angelica. notes; :3
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