Airy’s Return – Jealousy.
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imaginationswoes-- Prelude -
The night was in full swing, the moon hanging like a beacon overhead. There was a saying, 'The silence before the storm' this was the night that Airy learned what those five words truly meant. A scream filled the night and Airy only realized it was her screaming when her throat went numb from the effort. Her right shoulder blade burned as thick black claws ranked against her skin. Tearing at the smooth surface of her flesh, ripping her shirt, blood pooling and dripping down her shoulder blade. She tried to speak but the words caught in her throat.
'Gus. Luther.'
She was falling.
'Damn it.'
- Waking -
The bed beneath her bowed at her weigh, it had all felt like a bad dream; that was before she moved. Pain flared through her shoulder and blood flowed from the open wound. She turned onto her side, weakly pushing herself up. A book tumbled from beneath her but for the moment she ignored it. Her vision blurred in and out of focus but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
The last thing that Airy expected was to end up back here.
She staggered to her feet. The weight on her joints painful as she fell at the door, fumbling with slick fingers to pull it open. She looked down at her fingertips to see blood covering her left hand. Airy twisted to look at her right hand only to find that she couldn't move her arm. She pressed her forehead against the door, feeling the cold wood seep into her skin. She was burning up and bleeding and no one probably knew that she was here.
'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.'
Luther was a bad influence; as much as he helped he had also hurt her. He'd taught her that swearing when things sucked made you feel better. It didn't always work. In this case Airy found the outcome lacking so she gathered her strength and pushed forward.
If she could just imagine something. A call, the way she'd called Nathan. Airy tried to focus, to think, but the imagines slipped out of her mind as quickly as she formed them. It was no use, she'd lost to much blood.
- Find Me – [Closed to Devi] - Random Street - January 24th Late Evening
Airy was stumbling to the street a few minutes later. She didn't remember the journey but she knew that she was trailing blood along the path. The smell of blood assaulted her nose, only to be replaced with the startling fragrances of Shantytown as she reached the outside world. Her chin tilted up towards the sky, wishing for rain, anything to wash away the scent that clung to her.
'What was Gus doing?'
She tried to remember. 'Kelsey.' He'd said her name. Airy needed to get back to him, she'd promised she'd never leave. 'Kelsey.' It couldn’t have been. The thought was too hazy to grasp and as Airy walked she let it slip away.
Each step brought another wave of pain to her shoulder while another inch of numbness covered her other limbs. She wasn't sure where she was anymore. The hospital. She needed to go to the hospital but she could remember the way. Airy searched those around her, desperately hoping that someone might help her.
No one looked at her.
Briefly Airy wondered what she looked like: covered in blood, her jeans and top stained and ripped, her boots were the only thing that wasn't in awful condition and they were caked in mud. A clay mixture of blood and dirt marred her cheek and cracked as she moved her lips to speak.
"Hel-" Her voice rasped and she fell, her knees slamming against the hard concrete. It hurt but the pain was enough to force her senses back into sharp clarity. She rolled over, looking up at the sky and wondering if anyone else was here. Would anyone find her? Or be looking for her? Would she die before then?
This would be such a stupid way to die.
- Seeking Help – [Closed to Draco, Guest Appearance by Devi who saved her cute butt.] - Police Station - January 24th - Late evening
Her conversation with Devi was fuzzy at best. She'd tried to stay focused, happy to see the girl and her multicolored hair, but it was so damn hard. She remembered saying Draco's name. The police station was closer than the Hospital. How she ended up lost was a mystery and one that was most likely brought on by delirium.
At least, that's what Airy is going to claim.
Devi brought her into the station and from there things were a little blurry. There was shouting and Draco's name was called more than a few times. Airy tried to speak. She thought she'd said something along the lines of, 'I'm sorry I bleed all the way here.' but what came out was, 'Mm oray a eed a wa-ee re.'
She didn't know that the words were unclear since her words went ignored by those bustling around her. She was ushered to a seat against the far wall. Time lingered and pulled awkwardly, only running at normal speed when she saw Draco walking towards her.
"Hi." Airy was quiet the conversationalist.
- Healing - [OPEN] - Hospital - January 25th
It had been very disorienting as she was transported from point A to point B. She remembered a warm feeling washing over her and Draco and Devi but very little else. When she woke up next she was in the hospital. She knew it was a hospital because everything was painfully bright. It’s what happened when someone insisted on painting the walls and ceiling white while light gray tile covered the floor. It was something that Airy never understood, unless of course Hospitals wanted to feign the appearance of being clean.
Her thoughts stayed on the train for a few minutes before she decided that the details concerning the last 24 hours were more important and deserved her focus. She looked over at the heart monitor, realizing that the steady beeping hadn't just been in her head. There was a bag of blood next to that, slowly dripping into her arm. She lifted her arm and decided that it was kind of gross and she should stop looking at it.
Over the next few hours she sits looking very bored. Everything was taunting her just out of her reach: the TV remote, the water, the small stack of magazines. She'd give anything for company or something to do. A few times during the day she could be seen twisted in what looked like a painful position. The bandages on her shoulder lifting slightly as she tried to reach a Jell-O pack that had fallen towards the end of the bed. The only good thing about the hospital was Jell-O and now she couldn't reach it.
It was her own fault for dropping it but that didn't stop it from being frustrating.
- Musical Soul - [OPEN] - Hospital - January 26th
She had to stay in the hospital for an extra day under a status that Airy called watched. Apparently her claims of being fine went ignored but Airy found it difficult to merely state that she was leaving when people were just worried about her.
She had asked Peter to sneak her violin to her. She hadn't played as much back in New York. There was never the time but her affection for the instrument hadn't diminished. A warm smile played across Airy's lips as she raised the polished wood to her shoulder. She started playing random notes, feeling the bow hum pleasantly beneath her fingertips. After a few rounds of random playing she picked a song and began to sing while she played.
Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets
And ask me your questions
Oh, let's go back to the start
If uninterrupted, Airy will play the whole song. The music snaked out into the hall, drifting lazily through the building and into the other patient's rooms. She loved to sing, more so in the last six months. Those in headquarters hadn't mind listening to her sing when the urge hit her though Airy didn’t know if that was because she sang well or because she was the Creator. Some days she wished she could ask Nathan what he thought but she never could. It'd been so long since she's seen him.
When she stopped playing Airy realized that she was crying and she quickly wiped the moisture away before thinking of another song to play.
[ ooc: Song source. ]
- Formal Return - [OPEN] - Friends Houses/Work/Home - January 27th – ???
Airy had a lot of people to visit and cookies to make? Maybe.
She headed to her apartment in Shantytown first, cleaning the blood stained room as best she could. It was obvious that a few of the neighbors had noticed the blood in the hallway but no one had mentioned it. Airy tried to clean it but parts of the rug would have to be replaced, if things were ever replaced here.
It wasn’t until she was standing in that room that she realized how much blood she’d lost. Her thoughts drifted to those she left behind, the people who were counting on her. She quickly stopped her thoughts before she could fall into the black murkiness of her mind that she’d built to protect herself.
She slipped into a change of clothes she had accidentally left behind and then grabbed the book that she’d pushed into the floor the day she’d woken up on the bed. By the time she left the room looked fine though any closer inspection might find the discoloration on the carpet and beneath the mattress.
Her next stop was Quentin’s apartment. She didn’t know if he still wanted her there but her backpack was there and she wanted to hide the book there too. It was written in Latin which she couldn’t read. She’d have to find a translator before she could figure out what it said. Her fingers clung to the old thick book as she walked towards Quentin’s, holding onto it as if it was the only thing that might shed light on what she was.
Airy’s next stop was work. Her gate was different that before, stronger, less hesitant. As she walked through the building she appeared significantly less awkward, smiling at her coworkers, surprising more than a few by her ease. She looked a little older though it showed more in her eyes than it did in her face. The blue hue of her gaze had deepened as if hiding the secrets of the endless ocean. There was a thin scar around her neck, a burn that had never healed fully.
After that was done Airy began to systematically stop at her friends’ homes. There were a lot of people she wanted to check up on and see. She didn’t know very much about this new feeling sweeping the chosen but it’d cause some turbulence. It was a tension that Airy could feel. She brought cookies again but these were store bought, she hadn’t had the time to make them herself and put it on her ever growing to do list.
- Alive - [OPEN] - Text - January 25th - ???
[Once Devi retrieves her phone she sends out a short text to all of the chosen. It’s been a little under three days. She silently doubts that anyone missed her but they had probably noticed that she’d been gone. As Airy types she distantly wanders if her things are still at Quentin’s. Her fingers pause and tremble before she forces herself to finish the text, sounding as light as she can in a few short sentences.]
Looks like I was gone for 3 days. I'm back now and I'm okay. I'm at the hospital but I'll come and see people when I'm discharged.
[Airy chews on her bottom lip as she stares at her phone. She hopes she still has a job. Were the same people here? She realizes how many questions she has and how the wonders many of those questions were relevant. It’s only been three days here. For her it’d been over 8 months.
So much has changed while everything feels like it’s the same. It’s disorienting and Airy isn’t sure what to do with the feeling. For now she pushes it away and focuses on what she can control. She’s had a lot of practice burring unpleasant things. At least around headquarters she’s had to stay strong and she’s since fallen into the habit.]
The night was in full swing, the moon hanging like a beacon overhead. There was a saying, 'The silence before the storm' this was the night that Airy learned what those five words truly meant. A scream filled the night and Airy only realized it was her screaming when her throat went numb from the effort. Her right shoulder blade burned as thick black claws ranked against her skin. Tearing at the smooth surface of her flesh, ripping her shirt, blood pooling and dripping down her shoulder blade. She tried to speak but the words caught in her throat.
'Gus. Luther.'
She was falling.
'Damn it.'
- Waking -
The bed beneath her bowed at her weigh, it had all felt like a bad dream; that was before she moved. Pain flared through her shoulder and blood flowed from the open wound. She turned onto her side, weakly pushing herself up. A book tumbled from beneath her but for the moment she ignored it. Her vision blurred in and out of focus but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
The last thing that Airy expected was to end up back here.
She staggered to her feet. The weight on her joints painful as she fell at the door, fumbling with slick fingers to pull it open. She looked down at her fingertips to see blood covering her left hand. Airy twisted to look at her right hand only to find that she couldn't move her arm. She pressed her forehead against the door, feeling the cold wood seep into her skin. She was burning up and bleeding and no one probably knew that she was here.
'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.'
Luther was a bad influence; as much as he helped he had also hurt her. He'd taught her that swearing when things sucked made you feel better. It didn't always work. In this case Airy found the outcome lacking so she gathered her strength and pushed forward.
If she could just imagine something. A call, the way she'd called Nathan. Airy tried to focus, to think, but the imagines slipped out of her mind as quickly as she formed them. It was no use, she'd lost to much blood.
- Find Me – [Closed to Devi] - Random Street - January 24th Late Evening
Airy was stumbling to the street a few minutes later. She didn't remember the journey but she knew that she was trailing blood along the path. The smell of blood assaulted her nose, only to be replaced with the startling fragrances of Shantytown as she reached the outside world. Her chin tilted up towards the sky, wishing for rain, anything to wash away the scent that clung to her.
'What was Gus doing?'
She tried to remember. 'Kelsey.' He'd said her name. Airy needed to get back to him, she'd promised she'd never leave. 'Kelsey.' It couldn’t have been. The thought was too hazy to grasp and as Airy walked she let it slip away.
Each step brought another wave of pain to her shoulder while another inch of numbness covered her other limbs. She wasn't sure where she was anymore. The hospital. She needed to go to the hospital but she could remember the way. Airy searched those around her, desperately hoping that someone might help her.
No one looked at her.
Briefly Airy wondered what she looked like: covered in blood, her jeans and top stained and ripped, her boots were the only thing that wasn't in awful condition and they were caked in mud. A clay mixture of blood and dirt marred her cheek and cracked as she moved her lips to speak.
"Hel-" Her voice rasped and she fell, her knees slamming against the hard concrete. It hurt but the pain was enough to force her senses back into sharp clarity. She rolled over, looking up at the sky and wondering if anyone else was here. Would anyone find her? Or be looking for her? Would she die before then?
This would be such a stupid way to die.
- Seeking Help – [Closed to Draco, Guest Appearance by Devi who saved her cute butt.] - Police Station - January 24th - Late evening
Her conversation with Devi was fuzzy at best. She'd tried to stay focused, happy to see the girl and her multicolored hair, but it was so damn hard. She remembered saying Draco's name. The police station was closer than the Hospital. How she ended up lost was a mystery and one that was most likely brought on by delirium.
At least, that's what Airy is going to claim.
Devi brought her into the station and from there things were a little blurry. There was shouting and Draco's name was called more than a few times. Airy tried to speak. She thought she'd said something along the lines of, 'I'm sorry I bleed all the way here.' but what came out was, 'Mm oray a eed a wa-ee re.'
She didn't know that the words were unclear since her words went ignored by those bustling around her. She was ushered to a seat against the far wall. Time lingered and pulled awkwardly, only running at normal speed when she saw Draco walking towards her.
"Hi." Airy was quiet the conversationalist.
- Healing - [OPEN] - Hospital - January 25th
It had been very disorienting as she was transported from point A to point B. She remembered a warm feeling washing over her and Draco and Devi but very little else. When she woke up next she was in the hospital. She knew it was a hospital because everything was painfully bright. It’s what happened when someone insisted on painting the walls and ceiling white while light gray tile covered the floor. It was something that Airy never understood, unless of course Hospitals wanted to feign the appearance of being clean.
Her thoughts stayed on the train for a few minutes before she decided that the details concerning the last 24 hours were more important and deserved her focus. She looked over at the heart monitor, realizing that the steady beeping hadn't just been in her head. There was a bag of blood next to that, slowly dripping into her arm. She lifted her arm and decided that it was kind of gross and she should stop looking at it.
Over the next few hours she sits looking very bored. Everything was taunting her just out of her reach: the TV remote, the water, the small stack of magazines. She'd give anything for company or something to do. A few times during the day she could be seen twisted in what looked like a painful position. The bandages on her shoulder lifting slightly as she tried to reach a Jell-O pack that had fallen towards the end of the bed. The only good thing about the hospital was Jell-O and now she couldn't reach it.
It was her own fault for dropping it but that didn't stop it from being frustrating.
- Musical Soul - [OPEN] - Hospital - January 26th
She had to stay in the hospital for an extra day under a status that Airy called watched. Apparently her claims of being fine went ignored but Airy found it difficult to merely state that she was leaving when people were just worried about her.
She had asked Peter to sneak her violin to her. She hadn't played as much back in New York. There was never the time but her affection for the instrument hadn't diminished. A warm smile played across Airy's lips as she raised the polished wood to her shoulder. She started playing random notes, feeling the bow hum pleasantly beneath her fingertips. After a few rounds of random playing she picked a song and began to sing while she played.
Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets
And ask me your questions
Oh, let's go back to the start
If uninterrupted, Airy will play the whole song. The music snaked out into the hall, drifting lazily through the building and into the other patient's rooms. She loved to sing, more so in the last six months. Those in headquarters hadn't mind listening to her sing when the urge hit her though Airy didn’t know if that was because she sang well or because she was the Creator. Some days she wished she could ask Nathan what he thought but she never could. It'd been so long since she's seen him.
When she stopped playing Airy realized that she was crying and she quickly wiped the moisture away before thinking of another song to play.
[ ooc: Song source. ]
- Formal Return - [OPEN] - Friends Houses/Work/Home - January 27th – ???
Airy had a lot of people to visit and cookies to make? Maybe.
She headed to her apartment in Shantytown first, cleaning the blood stained room as best she could. It was obvious that a few of the neighbors had noticed the blood in the hallway but no one had mentioned it. Airy tried to clean it but parts of the rug would have to be replaced, if things were ever replaced here.
It wasn’t until she was standing in that room that she realized how much blood she’d lost. Her thoughts drifted to those she left behind, the people who were counting on her. She quickly stopped her thoughts before she could fall into the black murkiness of her mind that she’d built to protect herself.
She slipped into a change of clothes she had accidentally left behind and then grabbed the book that she’d pushed into the floor the day she’d woken up on the bed. By the time she left the room looked fine though any closer inspection might find the discoloration on the carpet and beneath the mattress.
Her next stop was Quentin’s apartment. She didn’t know if he still wanted her there but her backpack was there and she wanted to hide the book there too. It was written in Latin which she couldn’t read. She’d have to find a translator before she could figure out what it said. Her fingers clung to the old thick book as she walked towards Quentin’s, holding onto it as if it was the only thing that might shed light on what she was.
Airy’s next stop was work. Her gate was different that before, stronger, less hesitant. As she walked through the building she appeared significantly less awkward, smiling at her coworkers, surprising more than a few by her ease. She looked a little older though it showed more in her eyes than it did in her face. The blue hue of her gaze had deepened as if hiding the secrets of the endless ocean. There was a thin scar around her neck, a burn that had never healed fully.
After that was done Airy began to systematically stop at her friends’ homes. There were a lot of people she wanted to check up on and see. She didn’t know very much about this new feeling sweeping the chosen but it’d cause some turbulence. It was a tension that Airy could feel. She brought cookies again but these were store bought, she hadn’t had the time to make them herself and put it on her ever growing to do list.
- Alive - [OPEN] - Text - January 25th - ???
[Once Devi retrieves her phone she sends out a short text to all of the chosen. It’s been a little under three days. She silently doubts that anyone missed her but they had probably noticed that she’d been gone. As Airy types she distantly wanders if her things are still at Quentin’s. Her fingers pause and tremble before she forces herself to finish the text, sounding as light as she can in a few short sentences.]
Looks like I was gone for 3 days. I'm back now and I'm okay. I'm at the hospital but I'll come and see people when I'm discharged.
[Airy chews on her bottom lip as she stares at her phone. She hopes she still has a job. Were the same people here? She realizes how many questions she has and how the wonders many of those questions were relevant. It’s only been three days here. For her it’d been over 8 months.
So much has changed while everything feels like it’s the same. It’s disorienting and Airy isn’t sure what to do with the feeling. For now she pushes it away and focuses on what she can control. She’s had a lot of practice burring unpleasant things. At least around headquarters she’s had to stay strong and she’s since fallen into the habit.]
