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Post by Charith on Sept 6, 2004 10:12:41 GMT -5
She opens her eyes in a bit of confusion.
Huh what? Am I needed?
Her eyes fix on Swinstone.
Oh, heya Fransiscus... Yeah, I'm fine.
She gives him a tired smile.
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Sept 6, 2004 10:14:57 GMT -5
...And my mother was a warthog. You're not. You need to sleep, Charith.
*he stands, holding out his hand to her.*
Come on, there's some beds in back.
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Post by Charith on Sept 6, 2004 10:17:52 GMT -5
She laughs, wearily, takes his hand and immediately lets go.
Ouch!
She looks at her hand and grumbles. Splinters. She scrambles to her feet.
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Sept 6, 2004 10:24:06 GMT -5
I'll take a look at your hand later. This way.
*he takes her to one of the quarters in back, walking besides her. She looks about fit to collapse with fatigue, and he wants to be ready to catch her if she does. He shakes his head at the state of her clothes.*
Have you got any spare ones?
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Post by Charith on Sept 6, 2004 10:29:53 GMT -5
She follows, then shakes her head.
No... But that's.. fine...
Yawns behind her hand.
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Sept 6, 2004 10:38:19 GMT -5
If you feel like being arrested for vagrancy.
*he opens the door, seeing her in to a small room, with bunkbeds. Nothing much else, some cupbaords, it's a place to crash when work gets too much. Here and there some clerics are sleeping, but most beds are free. He walks over to a cupboard and gets out something that looks like a nightie, the all-covering kind. He holds it out to her. It looks big enough to hold three of her.*
It's a bit big, I admit, but we don't have much else.
*he grins a bit sheepishly.*
But it's better than sleeping in those clothes.
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Post by Charith on Sept 6, 2004 10:45:20 GMT -5
She smiles.
It's great. Thank you.
She takes the gown and blushes slightly. Can't change in front of him. A heck. She throws the gown over her head and takes her clothes off from under it. Sure it takes a while, because her hands still hurt and they get tangled into the clothing, but after quite a while she frees herself and drops the clothes to the ground.
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Sept 6, 2004 10:49:26 GMT -5
*he blushes as he realises the situation he's got Charith into, and turns around, only looking over his shoulder when the noise indicates she's done. He bends and collects her clothes.*
I...I ah I'll get these cleaned and mended for you. Need new shoes?
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Post by Charith on Sept 6, 2004 11:03:48 GMT -5
Only if it's no extra trouble.
Shakes her head.
Nah... Spend it on someone else.
She crawls into a lower bunk bed and closes her eyes.
Thanks...
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Sept 6, 2004 11:09:12 GMT -5
No extra trouble. Sleep well, Charith.
*Franciscus leaves the room, closing the door softly behind him. He takes the clothes away to where they'll be washed and mended, then goes about the rest of his work.*
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Post by Charith on Sept 6, 2004 11:11:01 GMT -5
She opens one eye when he leaves, and slides out of the bed into a corner. She's not taking beds where someone in need might sleep. She takes some time digging the splinters out of her hands. They bleed and hurt, but eventually she gets them all out. Then she puts her head on her knees, closes her eyes, and sleeps.
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Sept 7, 2004 9:27:56 GMT -5
*when Charith wakes up, her clothes are lying folded next to her, neatly laundered and mended. There's a blanket covering her, and some of the blood's been washed from her hands. Next to the clothes there's bowl with water so she clean up further, and a note urging her to get breakfast.*
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Post by Charith on Sept 7, 2004 12:41:41 GMT -5
She wakes up and looks around sleepily. Huh? Oh, right. She washes, then quickly dresses- inside out first, then ties the wrong buttons together, but after a while, she looks presentable. Her back and legs are trying to kill her. She folds up the blanket and takes it along into the church proper. Only after she has tried to help out there and has gotten physically shooed to breakfast by one of the novices does she go to eat something.
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Post by Widifor on Sept 10, 2004 11:21:17 GMT -5
He drags Izlude to the door of the church.
Here we are fatso. Now remove the fudging curse.
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Post by Izlude on Sept 10, 2004 11:25:17 GMT -5
*Izlude rolls his eyes. Geez... he unsheathes the coin sword and holds it straight up and down, the blade in front of his face. It glows with a soft white light that swirls around them both and then sinks into Widifor.
He sheathes his sword and leans against the building's entrance.*
There.
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