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Post by CARMINDY FROST on Aug 1, 2012 2:17:42 GMT -4
Carmindy nodded, "I do think of it a lot like my bedroom sometimes. Voices are always coming in uninvited." She shivered slightly, wrapping her arms around her tucked knees. Until now, she'd been greatly accustomed to the regulars, Ego and Myself... but they were gone, and for a long time her mind had felt cold, and dark, and empty. As much as she disliked their prattling, she'd grown up with their company. David's thoughts had been a welcome change to the isolation a telepath like herself just wasn't used to.
"Growing up, I had two voices in my head that would burst in without asking. I never really... well... I did sometimes just shut the door on them, but I never knew how to lock it."
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Post by DAVID CHANDLER on Aug 1, 2012 15:35:53 GMT -4
----------David was somewhat relieved to here this answer. She had far more understanding about her own mind that he originally suspected and it would make the whole concept much easier to explain and teach. An unlocked door could be opened from either side but a locked door required a key, however, her doors did not have locks, simply latches. She was unguarded and did not so much as put up a 'do not disturb' sign outside. Even the wandering minds of those unaccustomed to being around telepath could easily find their accidental way into her thoughts.
----------Never the less, the solution was simple in concept but remarkably difficult in practice. "So what you need are locks and bolts," he said. "Some way to keep your doors from being opened by anyone who passes your way." He turned his eyes back to the sky, the clouds drifting gently by against the blue. They were a touch darker and thicker than the past few days indicating a possible rain fall. In the heat of summer, such weather was welcome.
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Post by CARMINDY FROST on Aug 2, 2012 19:04:13 GMT -4
She bit her lip, "Okay..."
It wouldn't be easy, she knew that much. But she had to try, anyway. She pulled back inside her mind, imagining her bedroom. Thankfully, David was quiet so she could concentrate. Then, once she had a clear picture of her bedroom, she imagined a lock and deadbolt on the door.
She had no idea if that was going to work. Just to be sure, she put some locks on the windows, too. Then, she opened her eyes and hoped they would stay where they were, locked. She had a bookshelf in her room, and that was were she kept all of her thoughts and dreams. Ego had gotten in there more than once, and she was not okay with that. It'd been the largest breach of privacy she'd ever had, and had left her holed up in her room, journaling for months.
"So...what do we do now, David?" She asked, looking up at him.
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Post by DAVID CHANDLER on Aug 3, 2012 20:36:57 GMT -4
----------David blinked. 'Well, that was surprisingly simple and fast,' he thought. He expected her to struggle more with it and it made him realize all the more the great differences between the mind of a human and the mind of a telepathy. Turning his eyes back to the sky, something he was beginning to develop a bit of a habit of on such beautiful days, he said, "Can you hear my thoughts now?" He began purposefully thinking the loudest thoughts he could, shouting in his own mind. 'Henry VII was crowned king in 1485 and formed the Church of England, also known as the Anglican Church, in 1534. The primary reasoning behind this act was that he wished to divorce his wife, an act which was forbidden within the Catholic church, the ruling religion at the time.' He continued on about the religious history of England in his mind, waiting for her to give a reply.
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Post by CARMINDY FROST on Aug 13, 2012 22:51:21 GMT -4
She listened hard, trying to hear anything. A smile spread across her face when she realized that there wasn't anything getting through. Her 'door' was rattling a bit, but other than that, there was nothing. She was alone in her mind for the first time in her life. She actually felt safe in her head, like nothing could get in there.
"I can't," she said happily, bouncing slightly. "Wow. I- I can't hear anything," she repeated, almost unable to believe it herself. "Are you actually thinking loudly?"
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Post by DAVID CHANDLER on Aug 15, 2012 19:22:13 GMT -4
----------David nodded. "Yes, Practically shouting." He closed his eyes for a moment, letting his head rest against the tree behind him for a moment. She was bright, brighter than she thought and her potential was practically limitless. Over all she reminded him quite a bit of an old friend... He quickly banished that thought, locking it back away. He knew better than to associate a person with old memories, especially memories that were better left forgotten.
----------Opening his eyes, David stood up. "That was faster than I had hoped," he said, a smile on his face. He turned and offered a hand to the young Miss Frost to help her stand. His expression and tone turned more serious. "We haved stayed here long enough. The woods are not safe and though I may have more experience, even I do not wish to run into some of the... less peaceful inhabitants." Her survival skills would come with time and training in the Rebellion. For now his duty was to get her to safety.
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Post by CARMINDY FROST on Aug 16, 2012 1:57:49 GMT -4
She blinked at the fact that he'd been shouting his thoughts. She knew what that sounded like. Ego had always shouted everything he'd ever said in her head. Her mind had never been quiet, but now, it was suddenly a safe haven from the rest of the world. It was something she'd never had until now, and she quite liked it.
As David stayed quiet for longer than she'd expected, she suddenly itched to pry into his mind, just to see what he was thinking about. But somehow, she didn't want to at the same time. She used to do it all the time with her parents- but- this was David. He was different. She almost... well... respected him more, if respected was the right word for it. She wasn't so much terrified anymore as just devoid of the desire to delve back into his loud, buzzing thoughts.
Finally, she stood, and she followed him as he walked off. She wondered what the library would be like, if there'd be a place to store her paints... perhaps even some sort of view. She doubted it, but a girl could always dream. As they were walking, she let her mind drift away from whatever David was talking about and into the new-found safe recesses of her mind, her room, where she could mentally sit and paint, staring out of the Scottish landscape at the lazy River Carron, her cat curled around her feet while music played in the background to keep her mind occupied. The only difference now was that the door was locked. There would be no interruptions. She could be in her mind for however long she wished- until outside forces drew her back into the real world, be it voices, loud noises, or sudden happenings. She supposed she was daydreaming, something she hadn't been able to do often because her mind was never quiet for long enough.
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Post by DAVID CHANDLER on Aug 16, 2012 12:24:37 GMT -4
----------As they walked towards the library, David tried to focus his thoughts. He felt a strange attachment to this girl, more so than the other inmates he had helped in past and, as much as he tried to deny it, he knew why. It was because of her, that one person who he wished to dearly to forget. He had managed it for years now, keeping those memories in the deep recesses of his mind, but now with Ms. Frost they came welling back up... and it hurt.
----------As the Rebellion came into view, David stopped at the edge of the forest. Carmindy seemed lost in though and so he gently tapped her shoulder. "That building up ahead is where you need to go, Miss Frost. Knock on the door five times and wait two second and knock again. When the door is opened, just tell them you are interested in joining their gang and they should take you in. Don't worry if they are wary of you are first. Some of the more dangerous inmates appear innocent on sight so trust will come slowly from their side, however, they are not the Night Walkers. The people in there are not the types who would kill their own gang-members just for a midnight snack so you have no worries there." He tried to think if there was anything else he needed to tell her. "Their leader's name is Antony La'Monze, son of the leader of the Supernatural Rebellion which started the war. He is a good man but he has a bit of a vendetta against humans. You might also run into other telepaths so if they try to pry into your mind uninvited," he smiled. "Just throw them out."
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Post by CARMINDY FROST on Aug 16, 2012 14:32:46 GMT -4
She was shaken out of her thoughts and pulled from her comfortable mind when David began explaining things to her. As he did, she glanced over a the library. It didn't look too bad, if run-down a bit. It certainly seemed safer and more secure than the cabins she'd stayed in the night before. She wondered if Heather was part of the Rebellion, though she knew the chances of that were slim. Carmindy would like to run into her again. She'd been kind, and her age, and she had a feeling those kinds of people were hard to come by at Sangvene.
"Just throw them out." A small smile twitched at the corners of her mouth at that. She couldn't imagine throwing anybody anywhere... but mentally, she supposed she could. She glanced up at David and nodded, "Will do." She paused and glanced back at the gray building. "You're not coming with me?"
Stupid question obviously. He was kind of a guard and she had an inkling the Rebellion didn't like those. Still, she felt safe with him, and she couldn't hide the small hint of trepidation that tinged her voice as she considered the fact that she'd be walking up to a library full of dangerous strangers, alone.
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Post by DAVID CHANDLER on Aug 16, 2012 19:07:30 GMT -4
----------David sighed. He was afraid she would ask that. "No," he said. "As I said, La'Monze does not take kindly to humans. Though he and I have no quarell out here, I expect he would not take too kindly to me making myself at home in his territory." The gangs were all like that. Outside one would only attack if provokd, challenged, or, concerning some speciese, hungry. However, when it came to the actual gang bases, one step inside without premission is concidered an invasion.
ooc|| Short post, but I really ran out of things to say here.
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Post by CARMINDY FROST on Aug 16, 2012 19:31:11 GMT -4
She took a deep breath and nodded, trying to smile, "Yeah, it's okay. I'll be fine, course." She looked up at him. "Knock on the door five times and wait two second and knock again." She repeated to remind herself.
She was seriously going to miss having his tall, safe presence nearby, even if she'd only just met him. She felt safe and protected and calm with him. He paid attention to her. He saved her life. He taught her how to control her telepathy somewhat. He was kind of like the dad that her dad should've been. She swallowed and threw her arms around his shoulders (she normally hugged necks, but she couldn't reach his).
"Thanks, David. I'll see you around."
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Post by DAVID CHANDLER on Aug 17, 2012 22:40:39 GMT -4
----------David was taken by surprise as the young girl suddenly hugged him like an old friend or a brother or a father. After a moment he smiled as she stepped away. Out of all the inmates he had helped, she was perhaps the most naive but perhaps the most kind, and he was going to miss her. At least he knew she would be safe.
----------Her last words were not the ones he expected to hear. 'I'll see you around.' He supposed he would be around the camp as he had been for the past four years, but it was not common for him to meet an inmate more than once, save the gang leaders. "Perhaps," he found himself saying. "Goodbye, Miss Frost and the best of luck to you."
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Post by CARMINDY FROST on Aug 22, 2012 18:56:21 GMT -4
Carmindy was reluctant to let him go. She hadn't had a good hug in a long time. Too long. She gave him a small smile and nodded, "Thank you, David... you too."
Frightened wasn't a word Carmindy would've used to describe herself as she turned away from David and walked towards the Library. No, definitely not. It was more like terrified. She'd had a comfortable little bubble with David, for however brief of a time that may have been. Now she had to go and find new friends, or enemies. While she trusted him to know what he was doing dropping her off here... she couldn't deny the cold pit of fear that was settling in her stomach.
She glanced back to wave at David, but found he was already gone. So, she walked up to the door.
Carmindy took a deep breath, knocked on the door five times, waited two seconds and knocked again.
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