Beth
Human
Flower Shop Owner
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Post by Beth on Apr 11, 2007 21:32:24 GMT
“You don’t have to do those things if you don’t want to,” Beth said softly, wondering just what kind of situation she had found herself in. Had he hurt someone? Had he killed? She wasn’t sure, but she was starting to get the feeling that he really had and it was a feeling that she didn’t like. Still, there was the chance that her feeling was wrong and she was desperately hoping that she was. That, or there was a really, really good reason for him having done such things. “You’ve got the freedom to decide what you do and don’t want to do.”
She watched him, wanting to ask several questions but deciding to keep them to herself. Beth wanted to know everything- to know what she was dealing with exactly- but thought that perhaps it really was best to let him tell her only as much as he wanted to, when he wanted to and hope all the while that she wasn’t making a mistake that would send her entire life into some sort of massive downward spiral.
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Tobin
Omega Werewolf
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Post by Tobin on Apr 15, 2007 11:57:09 GMT
“Freedom is just a word,” Tobin replied dully, fingers twitching slightly as he gripped at the blanket around his knees. “Doesn't mean what we think.” He wasn't even sure how he knew the meaning of the word 'freedom', it was one of the banned words, where speaking it could be punished by pain. Yet somehow he understood what freedom was supposed to be, unlike some of the other words he had heard and innocently repeated only to be beaten for it.
He exhaled soflty, tilting his head forward to rest against his knees, looking suddenly worn out and defeated. The pain in his head was passing for the moment and for that, he was supermly greatful. He could just sit thre and feel the pain from the rest of his body without having to worry about that a part of him wanted to hurt Miss. Beth.
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Beth
Human
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Post by Beth on Apr 16, 2007 19:21:43 GMT
“Freedom is what you make it.”
Carefully, she shifted the blanket just enough so that she could work with his broken leg, making sure that it still covered him, and glanced to him. “This is probably going to hurt, so I apologize in advance.” With that, she felt carefully for the break, knowing that she needed to reconnect the pieces of bone to the best of her ability in order to make sure that it healed properly. The last thing she wanted was to be the cause of making things worse than they had to be.
“This would be a lot easier with an X-ray,” she muttered softly to herself. Finally, she found what she was certain was the break and pressed carefully, trying to realign the bone and attempting not to make a face as she did so. This was why she had never dreamed of going into the medical field. If something like this disgusted her, then she could only imagine what’d happen if she had to deal with the bloody stuff.
Once fairly certain that she had realigned the bone properly, she began to splint the leg, really hoping that she was doing this right. “It’s still early enough for breakfast and there’s this really great place across the street. They’ll get someone to bring stuff over here if I call and ask. Are you hungry?”
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Tobin
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Post by Tobin on Apr 22, 2007 22:54:15 GMT
“How can you make something from it if you don’t have it?” Tobin shook his head slightly, feeling uncomfortable talking about freedom. It was one of the forbidden topics – there had been so many forbidden topics – and added to the fact Miss. Beth was female and he was feeling extremely twitchy and nervous, almost as if he expected something to jump out at him. He barely reacted to the setting of his leg bone, only too used to such a feeling.
“Hungry?” Tobin offered her a weak smile, glancing up from his apparently fascinating study of the blanket for a moment. “I’m always hungry Miss. Beth. It’s believed that hunger gives strength. An edge…” He looked back down at the blanket, slowly stroking at it. “Starving makes you wish to win, for the reward of food. I… I was never very good at winning.”
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Beth
Human
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Post by Beth on Apr 23, 2007 15:34:06 GMT
Beth gave a soft sigh before speaking gently. “I don’t know where you came from and you’re welcome to keep that information to yourself if that’s what makes you feel more comfortable, but out here- out in the world at large- you have freedom.” She really didn’t know what to tell him on that subject and decided to leave it at that. He would decide what he thought of it and she most certainly wasn’t going to try and force him into seeing her point of view if that’s what he didn’t want to do. She had told him the facts and she supposed that that would have to be enough.
“Around me, you don’t have to win at anything to have food. All I need to know is that you’re hungry and I’ll take care of it.” She didn’t quite understand what he was talking about- Win at what to get food?- but that was okay. He was there and he was hungry. That she could deal with. Pulling out her cell phone, she offered him a soft smile. “Is there anything in particular you’d like for breakfast?”
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Tobin
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Post by Tobin on Apr 24, 2007 0:22:53 GMT
The thought of food – of real food, really offered to him instead of some kind of cruel trick where it was offered and temped with, just to take it away the moment the weakness revealed itself was almost too much to think about. Tobin didn’t know exactly why he felt he could trust Miss. Beth enough to think that she wouldn’t use food in such a way, but somehow he felt that his instincts were right – a rare enough event in itself.
Asking him if there was anything he wanted only elicited a bewildered expression from the young werewolf, Tobin already having come to the conclusion that the world outside his ‘pack’ was a far vaster and confusing place than he had been led to believe. There were so many questions, so much to smell and see and right now he felt as if he was drowning under it all.
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Beth
Human
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Post by Beth on Apr 24, 2007 16:05:11 GMT
At the bewildered expression, Beth said, “Well, I recommend their blueberry pancakes. They’re amazing. Oh, or their southwestern omelet. Those are really good too. Of course, everything from there is really good…” An idea came to her and she smiled. “I could always order a bunch of different stuff and we can share it all. Then you can see what you like the best.”
That sounded like a good idea to her, but she wanted to wait and see what he said about it. She still hadn’t figured out what it was about him, but she still wanted to just take him home and take care of him. That was a silly notion though and she knew it. He could still very well be intending to kill her and she had seen him change from the wolf beast into the man before her, though she really did have to admit that he was very easy on the eyes in his human form…
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Tobin
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Post by Tobin on Apr 25, 2007 1:53:04 GMT
Tobin had no idea what any of the things she was talking about even were, never mind if they were any good or not. He was willing to do what Miss. Beth wanted however and not just because of the strange feeling that he could trust the human. Tobin was used to doing what he was told and in a way he felt reassured by it, because that at least was a known thing.
“If you want,” he said at last, fingers still twisting in the blanket, wrapping around them tightly. Tobin would have been horrified to know that she was worrying about him killing her although he would have also admitted that she had some justification in her worry. Just because he had always hated it didn’t mean he had never done it and would do so again under certain conditions.
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Beth
Human
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Post by Beth on Apr 25, 2007 15:45:24 GMT
“It’s not what I want that’s important,” she told him gently. Whether or not he was a killer, she didn’t know, but she wasn’t going to be anything but nice at the moment. “It’s what you want. After all, I can’t tell you want you want to have for breakfast.” She didn’t even know what she wanted for breakfast, so she most certainly couldn’t tell him what he wanted. Besides, it was obvious that he needed to find out what freedom was and this was a good example of it. Freedom of choice was always a good one to start with, though it was a kicker when you couldn’t decide.
Flipping open her phone, she began to search the numbers in the phone book, finally finding the one she needed and wondering how it was that she actually had so many numbers. Easy. I’m a terrible cook. It’s either take out or starve and I’m not patient enough when I’m hungry to go looking through the apartment for phone numbers.
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Tobin
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Post by Tobin on Apr 29, 2007 22:50:17 GMT
She could, she certainly could tell him what he wanted. Tobin was used to other people telling him not only what to do, but what to think and say. Try as he might, he didn’t know if he could have a proper, original thought and certainly didn’t know if he could ever make a choice, be it a vastly important one, or something as apparently trivial as what he wanted for his breakfast.
“Please Miss. Beth…” he muttered, already feeling bad for begging. Feeling as worthless and as stupid as they had always said he was. Pathetic to be broken down at this, at kindness but he was. Tears formed in his eyes, party in anger against himself and he shook his head roughly, the water spilling out from under now tightly closed lids. “Don’t make me choose.”
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Beth
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Post by Beth on Apr 30, 2007 19:38:56 GMT
Looking to him, Beth felt her heart break again for him. What had happened to him to make him this way? Even if it was any of her business, she didn’t know if she would have been able to ask that question. What she did know was that it was getting harder and harder for her to refrain from taking him home with her right then and there to just coddle him. He seemed to need something like that- really seemed to deserve it- but she pushed that down and knelt next to him again, very gently laying her hand on his shoulder for a second time.
“It’s okay,” she told him gently. “You don’t have to choose. I won’t make you.” She very badly wanted to smooth his hair in an attempt to comfort him, but that seemed far to intimate, even when all things were put into consideration. Instead, she said, “I’ll order you the same thing that I’m getting.” She didn’t know why making such a choice upset him so badly, but she simply couldn’t stand to see him this way.
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Tobin
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Post by Tobin on May 7, 2007 17:49:35 GMT
This time, he saw her hand descending before it actually touched him, eyes peeking open in relief when Miss. Beth told him he didn’t have to chose. Tobin made himself hold still, fought down the fearful flinch as best he could so that when she finally rested her hand on his shoulder, he didn’t react. He had been taught that to show fear was a weakness but at the same time they had always liked to see his fear. Tobin didn’t understand the contradiction but knew better than to question it.
He peered up at her, shifting his head slightly to get a better look at her, smiling weakly at the woman in relief. “That sounds fine Miss. Beth,” he offered softly, relieved that the pressure had been taken from him. Plus he didn’t even have any idea as to what the choice would be, least of all which would be the best choice to make.
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Beth
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Post by Beth on May 7, 2007 20:08:09 GMT
If Beth ever heard that showing fear was a weakness, she would have to respond with the assumption that she was weak. She couldn’t help but show her fear when she felt it because no matter how hard she tried to pushed it down or mask it, it never failed to creep up and out, showing itself to anyone who was looking. Personally, Beth saw absolutely nothing wrong with showing her emotions, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t occasionally try to hide them, especially when she thought that it was best for whoever else might be around. After all, some people were prone to being even more frightened, angry or sad when they saw that someone else was feeling that way and she didn’t want to feed that.
She was making a list of things in her mind to order, thinking that whatever didn’t get eaten could be saved and microwaved later. Besides, if she ordered a lot, then there would be plenty for them to share. Pressing the button that would call the little diner across the street, she removed her hand from Tobin’s shoulder and stood, stretching a bit as she did so. Once the phone was answered, she started putting in the order, feeling as if she was ordering enough for a small army and not caring. She wanted to make sure that Tobin had plenty to eat.
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Tobin
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Post by Tobin on May 11, 2007 22:08:34 GMT
It was a bit of a relief, he had to admit to himself, when she removed the hand from his shoulder and stood. The movement created a little space between them, space for Tobin to breathe and relax just a fraction. Not noticeable unless you were trained to be on the look out for things like that. Tobin wasn’t sure if he had liked the touch but then, Tobin wasn’t sure of anything, if he liked or hated things, too used to be told what he felt and thought. He watched as she phoned, shivering slightly as the cold air of the room finally started to sink in. The young werewolf hadn’t realised how cold he really was, the warm and protecting pelt of his wolf gone. He snuggled deeper into the blanket, trying to silently ward off the chill, knowing better than to say anything about his discomfort.
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Beth
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Post by Beth on May 14, 2007 18:28:54 GMT
Beth ordered more food than she really thought that they would be able to eat, but oh well. She had decided that she wanted to make sure that there was enough and now there would be more than enough. That just meant that they could eat as much as they wanted. When she finally hung up, she turned to him and bit her lip lightly, noticing that he had snuggled further into the blanket.
“I’ve got a box of my ex-boyfriend’s clothes in here that you’re welcome to look through.” She gave a crooked little grin as she returned her phone to its clip-holder. “It’s free storage and after the way he acted, he doesn’t deserve to get it back anyway. He tended to like really big pants for some reason- I always thought it was unattractive myself- but I’ll bet that the legs are wide enough to go comfortably over the splint if you’d like me to find the box.”
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