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Post by Brendan on Aug 31, 2011 16:02:20 GMT -5
Brendan waited patiently outside the church looking for Emilie. Today was the first day that they were going to work together on his problem. He had no idea what to expect from it though. What exactly did you do when trying to figure something like this out? Was there even a set way to go about trying to solve his problem? Either way, he was excited to see her again. It had only been a day or two, but he hadn’t seen her since the first night and it was making his giddy. He had no idea why, maybe it was because she was his first real friend.
Brendan was currently dressed better than he had been the first time Emilie had met him. The church didn’t shun him as much now that they had found out about his request from a doctor to help him solve it. The church didn’t exactly shun Brendan; they just didn’t like having him around since he was a creation of God that defied their beliefs. However, they weren’t opposed to having science fix this problem. They knew that there was no answer that God could give other than an exorcism, which never worked, so maybe their long time enemy, science, could solve his problem.
He was currently dressed in a pair of track pants, a plain coloured t-shit, and shoes this time and his hair was clean. He wondered if this would make a difference?
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Post by Emilie Stark on Aug 31, 2011 17:08:51 GMT -5
Emilie finally took a breath, letting all the stress drain from her body. She had felt like she was drowning today, the chaos had been overwhelming. It had felt like everyone in the world had contracted an illness, she never stopped moving once. And the names had all started to blur, all the faces looked the same. And, she hated dealing with slave brutality, seeing a poor humans dragged in, bruises covering their bodies, fear bright in their eyes. Everything was hush-hush, everything was a clumsy accident. And she knew better, but she could do nothing about it, she was helpless. Each face warped into her father, and she felt anger cling onto her heart.
She shook her head, wanting to just wash everything away. And besides, she was seeing Brendan today, and that in itself made her heart lighter, was a silver lining to her busy day. She couldn’t get him out of her head—she would find her mind wandering, and it would always trace back to him. And it was frustrating, because she felt like she couldn’t find solid ground, couldn’t find her footing. It was supposed to simple, it was supposed to be easy—she wasn’t meant to be complicating everything. He wanted her help, he wanted her support. He wasn’t asking for anything else. And so, she’d push these fanciful thoughts out of her mind, because she was logical first and foremost.
A smile was plastered on her face when she could see his form. Even though she felt uncomfortable being around a church, she would deal with her irrationality, because he was worth it. “Brendan!” she said happily, waving in a slightly overenthusiastic-manic way. Her eyes roved over his form—he was quite attractive before, but it seemed to increase with a pair of new clothes. “You look good.” She said, without conferring with her head.
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Post by Brendan on Aug 31, 2011 17:22:31 GMT -5
Brendan had drifted off into thought, thinking about previous churches that he had stayed at, while waiting for Emilie. It wasn’t new for him to have the church try to exorcise whatever it was that had kept him alive all these years. After their failed attempts, they would kick him out; calling him things like ‘satan’ and ‘demon’ but it didn’t affect him. He knew he had been created in the word of God and eventually he would find a cure for what he had.
He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of his name. Looking over, he saw Emilie approaching him and felt a lump rise in his throat. She was so pretty today, but maybe it was just because it was lighter out and he could see her better. Waving back timidly, he wondered why he was acting this way around her. He never acted like this around anyone else before.
Blushing, he looked down then back at her. Should he compliment her too or would it be weird to tell her what he thought about her? “Thank you. You look really pretty today too.” He hadn’t meant to say that he thought she was pretty. Not because she wasn’t pretty, but because it wasn’t right, was it? Brendan looked flustered as he tried to sort out whether what he had said was appropriate or not.
“Not that you didn’t look pretty before and not like I’m interested in you or anything. We’re friends and it would be weird. But not in a bad way.” Closing his eyes, he hadn’t meant to be worked up over a simple compliment. Opening his eyes, he smiled to her. “Uh, where are we going to do this?”
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Post by Emilie Stark on Aug 31, 2011 22:23:55 GMT -5
Emilie knew that she had the typical features that had been deemed “beautiful” by the American society—it was the whole stereotype that blondes had more fun, that they were the typical girl next door. And it had been seen throughout history—take Hilter’s reign, who seemed to believe that blondes were the superior race, that they were somehow more pure. She honestly thought it was ridiculously—she sometimes found her features boring, wishing she could have some of that exotic spice. But, she was comfortable with herself, because everyone was beautiful. And she would never think of changing herself.
She had, maybe, spent a little more time with her outfit, trying to find something that was a mix between cute, yet casual. Sometimes she hated that she was female and had that expectation of having to be dolled up at all moments. And, even though she was logical, her brain was still wired the same way, she still had the same social pressures. She had finally settled on a pair of tight fitting jeans and a simple tank top—it wasn’t like she was on a date, or going to some professional conference. This was when she could be herself, be comfortable. Her blonde hair was down, falling in waves. But she knew it’d probably be thrown up once she started working—her hair distracted her sometimes.
She blushed slightly, hearing his words. She had heard it before, but it was different hearing it from him—almost more genuine, more truthful. Her hand immediately went for her ring, twisting it slightly, feeling a little out of her element. Then, she internally sighed, pulling herself together. She wasn’t supposed to do this, she wasn’t some inexperienced teenage girl who just found out that boys actually didn’t have cooties.
His next words took her off guard, making the smile falter slightly, but she schooled her expression easily. Her mind had just been misinterpreting—he wasn’t used to this, he didn’t seem to be really adept at actual meaningful relationships of any kind. And so, he didn’t know what to do. And that was understandable. Completely.“A belief of some Native Americans was that the earth is supported by a giant tortoise, which made the earth tremble each time it took a step” She said calmly, spouting out a fact, letting her mull over her actual thoughts. “But thanks. I understand what you mean. Things can get complicated.” Yes, might as well smooth it over with a bit of logic, with agreement. Because then it wouldn’t be so awkward, wouldn’t shift their relationship into some unknown territory. She had to focus on the present, on helping him, and that was all. There was nothing more. Of course. “Oh, well, we can go to my apartment. Or, wherever you feel most comfortable.”
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Post by Brendan on Sept 1, 2011 13:13:56 GMT -5
Brendan smiled as his first compliment made her blush. He liked her blush as it made her look happier in this angry world. She was so nice and compassionate towards anyone and everyone and for some reason, Brendan found that the blush only made her seem nicer and warmer. But as he seemed to continue stuttering, her smile seemed to falter. So he had said something wrong. He hadn't meant to make things awkward between them. He had tried to continue his compliment because he had thought that the compliment would have made it awkward. Apparently, it was his continuation that had made it awkward instead.
He smiled to her as she gave a fact as a reply. It was a little weird at times when she would randomly state facts, but right now, it actually made the moment less awkward. As Emilie said she knew what he meant, he could only nod his head. But she didn't know what he meant. He had meant his compliment to her, but he didn't want her to know that he liked her. Brendan didn't know if she liked him and thus, giving her a compliment would be weird, especially if she figured out that he liked her and she didn't like him back.
"Oh, it doesn't matter to me. I would think it would be where ever is best for you. I mean, I don't know what tools we'd need for this." Brendan smiled to her. She was the expert after all. She was the doctor with all the training and knowledge he didn't possess. Wouldn't Emilie know what she may need to help solve this? Or maybe this was just as awkward for her as it was for him.
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Post by Emilie Stark on Sept 1, 2011 21:13:21 GMT -5
Emilie was usually always cool and collected, but compliments and flirting were definitely her downfall. The comments always seemed to ruffle her feathers, made her slightly unbalanced for a moment. Sometimes, she could ignore it, but most times, she was honestly socially awkward. She never could pick up on signals unless they were blatantly obvious, and then she always fumbled with her words and turned a lovely shade of red. Emilie was someone who observed people, who noticed nuances, but who never thought that people were attracted to her. She knew that she was attractive, but most times she was so detached that she didn’t realize that she was in fact a single woman.
Sometimes she thought her mouth was a blessing. It was easy to hide the truth, to hide her feelings when she just kept talking, easing herself back to calm. With him, she could never be sure, because he was so different from the typical male, he was not exactly human. So, she couldn’t expect the same pattern of behavior. And she honestly hated the dating dance—the stepping on toes, the constant confusion and mixed signals. She sometimes wished it could be like animals—how they were so blunt, so instinctual. There was no guessing.
“Alright then, my place it is. And then I can make sure you're eating actual food. We can kill two birds with one stone.” She said with a laugh. Her father would have scolded her for letting strange boys in her apartment, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. And besides, she needed to protect him from wandering eyes. Because, she couldn’t trust everyone, not with this. Emilie only hoped she could solve this huge mystery.
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Post by Brendan on Sept 2, 2011 15:06:44 GMT -5
Brendan didn't know what to expect about what they were going to do to solve his problem. How exactly would a person go about solving this? There probably wasn't a set way to go about solving how to make someone be able to die or age. Like she had said, most would kill to be able to have what he had. And many were trying to figure out how to get it. However, no one was trying to figure out how to get rid of it.
"Okay. Thank you." So she was going to feed him. He didn't know if he should accept the offer or politely decline. He didn't want to feel like he was a burden to her or becoming a nuisance to her. He was already receiving so much help from her, he didn't want to receive even more hospitality from her, he didn't feel right receiving without repaying her kindness. It made him feel like he was using her.
Brendan was a little nervous about what they would be doing to solve this issue. What exactly would they be doing? He couldn't die, but that didn't mean he couldn't feel pain. "So, have any ideas on where to start for this?" He looked over to her, hoping that she wouldn't be as lost about it as he was. Thinking about it, he finally realised that they were doing this at her house. He was going to be in her house. Letting that thought sink in for a moment, Brendan blushed, feeling a swell of happiness, anxiety and something floating around his stomach. Is this what they meant when they said you had 'butterflies in your stomach'?
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Post by Emilie Stark on Sept 3, 2011 12:59:28 GMT -5
Emilie had studied for years, had poured over various medical textbooks, both for work and for pleasure. And the hospital was the perfect atmosphere—the simple mixed with the complicated. Sometimes, the doctors would have to put their heads together, had to exhaust every option to find the answer. She welcomed the challenge—she liked to think, to solve the mysterious puzzle. But, this was aging, this was immortality. She had never seen anything like it before, and she wasn’t sure if she would figure it out. This seemed more supernatural. But, even vampires had specific genetic markers. So, all was not lost.
“Anytime Brendan.” She said honestly. Part of her was filled with excitement of the idea poking and prodding him, of trying to discover the truth. But, there was also a more selfish reason—she honestly wanted to spend more time with him, and this was the perfect excuse. She wanted to get to know him better, and so she didn’t even think that she was overdoing it, that she was being completely selfless and accommodating. Because, she knew her real motives, and they were not exactly pure—she wanted to help out of the goodness of her heart, but her heart also wanted to get closer to him.
She looked at him, scanned his face for a moment, as though that held the answer. “Well, I decided that we should start with the basics and go from there.” She said with a shrug—it made the most sense to her, since she didn’t know anything about him, didn’t know how his body functioned. And she didn’t want to just jump in without having a basic outline of his health—she wasn’t going to get scalpel happy. She might also have to call in a few favors, from fellow doctors she trusted.“Are you nervous? Because, we don't have to do this.” she said quietly, honestly. Emilie wasn’t going to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with—she legally needed his consent. And, she just hoped she could help him. Because he might not ever be happy if he didn’t have the answers.
She turned slightly, inclining her head, hoping he’d follow. Her apartment wasn’t far—and hopefully he wouldn’t mind the slight disorganization—she believed in a cluttered chaos, mostly because she didn’t have enough room for everything in her tiny apartment.
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Post by Brendan on Sept 3, 2011 16:43:41 GMT -5
Brendan nodded his head to her reply. He had never been to the doctors before. He had never needed to since he didn't get sick. The basics would be completely new to him. Nodding his head again and laughed nervously. "Just a little. I mean I've never been to a doctor before. But this is something I need to do. Exorcisms don't work and no one knows the answer so why not let a good friend try and figure it out."
Brendan smiled to her and looked in the direction she nodded in. Getting the hint, he headed in that direction. He wondered what kind of place she lived at. Since she was a doctor, he imagined she was pretty well off. If he was able to get a job, maybe he could be well off as well. Maybe once they got to know each other better, he could ask her to teach him how to read.
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