Ethan Siagath
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Post by Ethan Siagath on May 14, 2011 15:07:07 GMT 10
The sudden, yet sure burst of light hit dead on. Making a small groan of displeasure pass Ethan’s cracked lips. While his eyelids remained shut, squeezed together to try and keep the dreadful light from doing further damage and actually wake him. Although, it was already too late. The sound making him need to move and stretch, it only took a second for the movement to bring forth intense pain, that spread all the way around Ethan’s heavily bruised and broken body.
Then the sight of two dark coloured irises, huge with agony, stared straight. Still. As if remaining so, would somehow take the pain away. It ebbed away a little, to a dull ache. Like a headache, still there to remind him why he shouldn’t move. His breathing was just hollow shutters of a ribcage seemingly gone rogue, Ethan couldn’t even move his own chest without pain erupting to halt his movement. It was annoying.
No.
That didn’t quite express the way he was feeling. More like a raw ugly black anger, that threatened to eliminate anyone who even thought about looking at him. Ethan had all this hate in his body, and he couldn’t move enough to let it out. He needed to grip hold of someone’s neck and just watch the lights go out. That’s what he wanted.
What he needed was a f*cking bullet to lodge through the Magus, who he let do this to him.
Trying to draw enough breath in to get the strength to move up, Ethan let out a slow hiss. His eyes finding the bandages wrapped around his arms, and most of his upper body. The source of all his suffering. Before he managed to take a glance around the room he found himself in. Mostly white, with a few beds positioned against the walls, much like his was.
If he didn’t know better, he would say he was in the infirmary of the academy. Since the island didn’t exactly have a functional hospital. And if so, then Ethan didn’t mind so much about the pain. He let a small smirk paint itself onto his lips. His plans were unfolding perfectly.
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Post by Emmy Alear on May 15, 2011 8:28:09 GMT 10
They giggled merrily as snow fell around them. A young girl, the older of the two, stuck her tongue out to catch the flakes, prompting the younger to follow suit. After a while, they grew bored and flopped on their backs to make snow angels.
The snowflakes fell around her, blocking the light until the dream faded away. Slowly, she opened her eyes. It took Emmy a few moments to figure out where she was. In her mind, it was still the middle of winter and she was making snow angels with her sister. But that was only a distant memory now.
Slowly, Emmy rolled onto her side, wrapping her arms around her middle to try to stop the ache that wouldn't leave. The movement sent small jabs of pain throughout her body from various cuts and scrapes. The results of a painful experience she longed to forget; if only she could.
A groan from the opposite side of the room broke the silence. Emmy lifted her head enough to look around the room. The noise came from a boy laying in a bed, bandages wrapped all up his arms. For a long moment, Emmy simply stared, intrigued by the smirk he had.
Emmy untangled her arms from her stomach and pushed herself up. Still, she didn't say a word. He was pleased to be in the infirmary, to be injured?
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Ethan Siagath
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Post by Ethan Siagath on Aug 15, 2011 15:17:45 GMT 10
Ethan's smirk instantly left his lips, feeling his face being the attention of another. It caused him to slightly turn his head, cold, brown-green eyes set themselves on the figure of a girl. Unyielding as he started right back, while his right eyebrow raised in question. Knowing for sure now, that he was indeed in the academy's infirmary.
"Like what you see?" Ethan asked, his voice gruff, and sore from the abuse he'd taken, and obvious lack of use. Taking a look at the girl's own injuries with little interest, but the fact she looked rather fragile. He could almost bet, he looked the bloody same. Ethan's lip curled in open disgust, at himself, more so than anything else.
He briefly wondered how long he'd been in here for. And immediately, made a mental note to find out. For now, to keep his mind off the pain, he focused on the girl. One of his father's students.
Oh. how the world loved to just make itself his plaything.
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Post by Emmy Alear on Aug 17, 2011 22:48:27 GMT 10
The smirk may have left his face, but her's didn't change. Cold eyes turned towards her. It crossed her mind that she should be afraid, but too long had she seen anger in her direction. It was the kindness just after that frightened her more. Her eyes glanced down at the injuries that mimicked her own. Twin bandages. Though her's had no doubt healed further than his by now.
Emmy flinched at his voice, instantly dropping her head from his sight. Slowly, she turned away from him to push herself to a sitting position. Her shirt was reduced to tatters from wear and tree branches. But a shear silvery top had been left at the foot of her bed. Enough to cover her to be modest while allowing any nurse to check her bandages at a glance. Her jeans were thankfully in better shape.
Stiffly, she threw her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Her bare feet hardly made a noise over the tiled floor as she moved about the room. It felt as if she'd been laying there for days, and perhaps she had been. There was a sink in the corner on the far side of the room, thankfully away from the boy's watching eyes.
Her throat was raw from lack of moisture. She filled a cup, conveniently stacked by the sink, and drank greedily. She emptied another glass before reaching for another, clean one. Emmy glanced around the curtains and beds in the way to the boy once more.
Gingerly, she approached the bed where he lay. Her eyes cast downward, refusing to look at him, refusing to see him glaring at her. There was no room left to move. She knelt at the side of his bed, her eyes now lifting to look at the green-brown ones she guessed were staring at her. With the smallest of somewhat frightened smiles, she held out the glass for the boy to take.
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Ethan Siagath
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Post by Ethan Siagath on Aug 18, 2011 10:32:55 GMT 10
When her smirk didn't dissipate or he didn't get any reply by form of words. Ethan's stare softened, yet remained on the girl as she got herself up. Seemingly having not noticed her flinch. Watching, as she moved around, secretly jealous of her. Sure, he'd wanted to be here, but he'd very much like to be able to move his upper body, without there being a great deal of agony. He was almost certain she got up, just to rub it in his face. Although, he already knew she wouldn't know the extent of his injuries. Something about doctor, patient confidentiality.
Slowly he turned his head from side to side, as if trying to clear his head of such silly thoughts. When he stopped, he froze. Shyte..
Ethan couldn't help the rise in something akin to fear form, as he noticed the girl had gotten closer to him. To his bed. His chest hated him for it, as his heart raced. Paining him further. His eyes grew slightly wider, as his face got a new coat whiter from the pain. However he wanted to deny it, he was vulnerable to others in this state.
He wasn't even going to pretend he liked it either, but there was nothing he could do, as she got as close as you could to the bed. Not even looking at him. When she did, he knew she would see how confused he was. He was also afraid, but he was keeping it in check. Although, he saw the smile she wore, while holding out a glass cup. She was afraid, yet here she was.
His lip's formed a small smile.
"Unless you're planning on drowning me with that, I can't drink that sweetheart." Ethan grumbled out, as if the very thought of being drowned by a cup of water wasn't amusing as he'd first thought.
To further his reasoning. Ethan moved his eyes away from her's to openly stare at his arms, which disappointed him, as they didn't want to move, regardless of the effort he was placing in them. Probably need a few more hours, maybe a day? Ethan didn't know, he wasn't a doctor.
"You could," He went on, looking back at her, as if to make sure she was still there. "Lift it to my mouth and pour it?" He suggested, seeing as she made the effort of filling a cup and bringing it to him in the first place. A total stranger. He didn't see any reason not too. Otherwise, he'd have to give her a little mental push, to make her. For he was dreadfully thirsty.
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Post by Emmy Alear on Aug 18, 2011 13:20:47 GMT 10
His face was white, ghostly pale. Emmy's brow furrowed in concern for this boy. His features held a mixture of emotions from fear and confusion to tight amusement. The smile was enough to reassure her of her actions instead of that deathly glare. There was a tightening in her chest, radiating to the surface of her chest sending ripples of pain through the cuts and scrapes. Again, that softening after initial anger. Before her mind could return to those thoughts, she bit the inside of her cheek to hold her in the present.
Emmy's eyes followed his gaze to his arms. Glancing back at his face for a moment, she nodded. Gingerly, she slipped an arm beneath his shoulders, elbow cradling his head. Slowly she lifted him to a position where the act of drinking might be a little easier, though not so taxing as sitting fully up. She lifted the cup to his lips and tipped it for him, pulling back every so often. It was unhealthy to gulp after periods of dehydration.
"Better?" she asked. Her voice was quiet, timid, with a hint of a rasp from a length of silence. Try as she might not to be rude, Emmy couldn't help her eyes from wandering from his face to the bandages covering his body and back again.
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Ethan Siagath
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Post by Ethan Siagath on Aug 31, 2011 14:33:20 GMT 10
The first few sips of liquid that entered his mouth, was when Ethan actually let himself relax for the briefest of minutes. Allowing himself to just concentrate on drinking. He's throat was even starting to react in a more positive way, the pain ebbing away slowly. As she had him in an odd sort of hug, Ethan could only incline his head in a gesture of thanks, while he swallowed with relief. Although, it didn't seem possible, that he would actually be thanking someone. He didn't need to usually.
Eying her, with what could only be described as open curiosity, once she spoke again. The way she talked, Ethan could swear didn't suit the way she acted. For one that seemed brave, to be talking as if she'd rather be tucked safely back in her bed. It bothered him, for he couldn't predict her. And that was a liability in itself.
Ethan turned his relaxed gaze toward her own injuries, covered by bandages, instead of answering her straight away. Noticing her own eyes on his.
"Yeah," He answered, turning his head away from her and the glass. As if in a dismissal. He took in a deep, careful breath, closing his eyes as he exhaled. Collecting his thoughts, before he turned his head toward her. A frown already set, as if his face already knew how it was meant to be displayed, before he did.
"I was attacked." Ethan put simply, for he reckoned she'd ask for she kept looking at his body.
"Although, it's probably more common then I'd thought by the looks of you," Ethan added, his words were much more smoother, yet still held a rough edge.
"What attacked you?" Ethan asked, as he licked his lips to provide them with some sort of moisture. He really wanted to ask her how long he'd been there for, but she'd most likely have no idea. So, he'd settle for simple questions, at least then he was getting information from her. He was after all, somewhere he wanted to be. All he needed now was time to heal. Then he could move on with his plan.
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Post by Emmy Alear on Aug 31, 2011 21:43:31 GMT 10
A small amount of blood rushed to the surface of Emmy's cheeks when the boy's gaze came openly to her, though this time with much less anger than before. Reflected in his expression was one she found very familiar, the same curious look she usually wore. All that seemed to move were his eyes as he glanced down at the bandages that mirrored his own.
Finally he spoke again, a word of approval, and promptly turned away. Emmy took that as her cue to pull her arm away and lay him back down. She set the glass on the table next to him should he want some more. The frown made her flinch. How could he switch his emotions to casually that it seemed he didn't feel them at all and simply bore them for show?
Attacked, that made some sort of sense. Not wanting to invade, knowing how awful it could be to relive that experience, she turned to return to her own bed and wait for the nurse to come in and examine them, determine how long till they leave. But his next set of words stopped her dead in her tracks. What attacked you? It was as if he'd wrapped an icy grip around her wrist to keep her in place, and that ice was flowing up her arm to the rest of her body.
"Not a what," Emmy spoke after a while. "A who." She swallowed hoping to clear the thick knot of emotion that welled up in her throat. The wounds were still fresh in her memory, this being the first true day she hadn't fallen back into the allusion she was back in that house.
"A traveler back on the mainland where I lived. He took me. In the middle of the street. And no one did a thing. He did this to me." Her voice was barely above a whisper, just loud enough to be heard. Still, she refused to turn and face him again lest he scoff at the tears that filled her eyes, though thankfully did not spill to her cheeks.
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Ethan Siagath
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Post by Ethan Siagath on Jan 21, 2012 20:01:50 GMT 10
Ethan grimaced, yet didn’t advert his gaze. Hearing through the girl’s words the torment that was still with her, for what had happened. He also could hear in her voice, that it pained her to tell it.
“You want to cry, don’t you?” Ethan did not want her too; he wanted her to remain as she was, turned away from him. He didn’t care for her story, nor did he want to see her cry.
“Why aren’t you angry instead?” Ethan asked, struggling as he tried to move his restless shoulders. “No one did a thing, as you say, but yet, here you are..”
Ethan looked down at his injuries once again, wondering who the frak had helped him. He didn’t remember anything past getting thrown out of the bar, the smell of cigarette smoke, blood and bourbon.
Ethan shook his head slowly. Looking up at the girl’s back with a glare, as if what he was seeing, he didn’t like. Or it could have been from the irritation growing, for the urge to smoke, or for something other than water to drink.
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Post by Emmy Alear on Jan 24, 2012 6:09:26 GMT 10
She wouldn't cry, she wouldn't cry... The mantra repeated itself, echoing against the walls of Emmy's now empty mind. Her hands clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms. She made no noise to answer the boy's question, no motion to show any thought.
Her mind didn't want to process the words he was saying. "How do you hold anger at people you don't know?" she asked quietly. "How could I be angry at those I'll never see again?" Yet the anger did bubble inside her, somewhere small and secret. It threatened to rise up her throat and come out in a scream. But it was a scream she'd never let anyone hear.
"I don't want to be angry," she snapped at him after a long moment of silence. "I just want to forget it ever happened." She twisted to glare at him, to show some semblance of strength in her weak body. Her body, however, failed her as the twist in her back sent sharp threads of pain through her torso. With a gasp, she fell to her knees, hand immediately grabbing the sturdy bed frame to help steady herself. Still, she gritted her teeth, trying her best to suffer through the pain until it finally ebbed away.
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Ethan Siagath
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Post by Ethan Siagath on Jan 24, 2012 12:17:37 GMT 10
Ethan's tongue slide across his lip's once again. Deterring his gaze from the girl, as he failed to understand how, she had to ask. It was how people were, they generally held hate for those that had hurt them, or in someway wanted to get vengeance. He didn't see how someone could be any other way.
"I believe it's easier to hate someone you don't know. That way, you don't need to put in the effort, to finally end up hating them." Ethan explained, "Why would you want to know them anyway, when you were hurt by them?" He questioned, watching her attempt at a glare toward him. Which just made his lip's form into something resembling a smirk.
"You can try and forget, it won't work." Ethan seemed to whisper more to himself then to the girl. He knew that, he would never forget.
His smirk fell away as she nearly fell, in obvious pain. His face blanking toward passive. He knew he couldn't help her, he didn't know why he wanted too. So, he didn't even move. Just watched her try and regain some sort of strength.
"You should go and rest." Ethan simply said, sitting his head into a comfortable position on the bed, facing her. He didn't see the point of her talking with him. She was hurt, and if the nurse bothered to show, would probably say the same thing. That and he didn't want her to be in any more pain from talking to him.
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Post by Emmy Alear on Jan 24, 2012 23:54:30 GMT 10
Emmy's breaths came in shallow spurts. She was afraid to breathe deeper lest she trigger her muscles to jolt again. Her eyes were dull as she stared ahead of her, not really seeing what was there. It was a technique she'd learned long ago, focus on something else, fall away, and try to forget the pain. It certainly wasn't a quick, perfect fix; not by a long shot. But it did help to lessen the intensity in the moment, enough at least for her to straighten herself back up.
Much as she tried to compose herself, she couldn't stop the slight trembles of her hands. Emmy nodded at his suggestion. She'd get there eventually. But the need to stand, or at least sit, was overpowering her desire to return to the bed she'd been holed up in practically since her arrival on the island a couple weeks earlier. Then again, if it weren't for her attempt at running away she would probably be out and about by now.
"You're comfortable?" she asked the boy. She was hesitant to leave his side, it being her nature to try to help. Once she finished healing, she supposed she'd return to as for formal medical training from the nurses.
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Post by Ethan Siagath on Jan 30, 2012 13:49:12 GMT 10
"No" Ethan answered, letting his eyelids droop over his eye's briefly, as he swallowed. Forcing his head up, as if he suddenly got a surge of energy. Looking to his far right side, and noticing his clothes for the first time.
His leather jacket was hung upon a chair, the newest additions of tears and rips showing clearly. Making it look more like a chew toy. Great. He would need a new jacket. The bastard had ruined it. There didn't look as if his packet of cigarettes were saved either.
Without thought, he swung his leg's off the bed, the opposite side from where the girl was standing. Watching as his vision rolled away, leaving a colourful blur of a world, for a few seconds. It didn't stop him from planting his feet onto the cold floor. No damage had been done to them, and he was intending to use them.
"I don't know what's with you sweetheart," Ethan began saying, turning to look at the girl, as he slowly rose. Trying not to move any more of his upper body than necessary. "You shouldn't be caring bout anything but yourself at the moment. But I guess, everyone's here is a little loopy."
Ethan let out a small laugh, it was more in his throat, never really leaving his mouth. Shaking his head slightly, while looking away and down at the A-grade hospital pants he was wearing. They were white with thin blue stripes going down. It was the first time he could ever remember staying in a medical place long enough for the need to use hospital clothes. They reminded him of p-j bottoms.
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