Another Way To Start The New Year - Cont. (Addie)

["Tuvlan"]

Continued
-Resuming The Story-

Those five desks were lined up all neatly to fit the curvature of the boy's curled mannerism of sleeping while the orange emergency blanket was wrapped tightly around the body of a rather lanky bodied boy in a cocoon like mannerism as the other chairs in the room were all pushed in a rather disorganized manner away from where the boy lay resting. There were various empty bottles of water, stolen pieces of change, food wrappers of stolen food from the cafeteria, a few bottles of alcohol and medicine that surrounded the boy messily, as every now and then he would still continue to shiver.

All the boy had left aside from the clothes on his body was a complete and total loss of energy and exhaustion as he just barely escaped the clutches of the flu, with only the hammering pain of his head given to him by the boy named Gabriel Seran several days prior to accompany his rough ordeal. Like a hammer to an anvil, the boy had been stuck in a seemingly permanent state of limbo between the worlds of the awake and the unconscious.

Incoherently, he mumbled, slowly getting up---looking above, he saw a strange hat with a white fluffy ball (Santa Hat Item) on it two rather curious cookies on the front of his table to his left (Santa/Christmas Cookies).

Leaning up was difficult, though, so while rasping words that were not in the English vernacular (or any for that matter), his whole body slumped back down hard on his back, before he could even attempt to lethargically reach for the cookies, before grabbing for them and slowly but surely slipping them into his aviator jacket's interior pocket.

His first action of the day.

Dried blood from several days ago covered various parts of his body, but the B.O. smell that usually accompanied wasn't as bad, thanks to the P.E. room's shower. The boy didn't understand how he knew or why he knew the shower would make things better for him, but the images in his head (his memories) and the subtle voices of what to do when one was sick rang through his head. The overwhelming feelings of emotion had passed, and all that he felt was this lucid feeling of existance.

Still, for instinct's sake, he found that this feeling of existence was precious to him. It was enough motivation for him to slowly attempt to lean up, looking at the door to the science room, just wh---

[Addie Balfour]

DEFEAT!

HORRIBLE DEFEAT!

Never in her days in the cold of Alaska had she ever tasted such bitter loss.

Never...ever...ever...ever...

DESSPPPAAIIIRRR!!!

Addie had been sick, really sick....Not just a cold....BUT FULL BLOWN FLU SICK! Although, it was wonderfully placed. She was just released from school, given her diploma, although she'd claim it at a ceremony....Eventually....It didn't matter, all that mattered was she was free from school, although on her official last day... The school had been closed down.... SUPER UBER SICK PEOPLE EVERYWHERE. At first, she was one of the few who hadn't been marked a victim by the sick, but it didn't last.... ONE WRONG MOVE IN A COFFEE SHOP...spitting in her cup, and a horrible tasting coffee later...

Yeah......

That's what she got for......insulting one of the clerks..Yes....insult >__>;;

So, that was less than important, She had spent most of her days sick, three of them Wednesday, Thursday, Friday....at home. It was those days, right? It was time to get her stuff...... IT WAS TIME TO FREE HERSELF ONCE AND FOR ALL! Of course that only required two things, a safe entry and a unseen exit.

Yes, she had a plan.

To retrieve her belongings from school, to be free from it...Until she went to college...

ADDIE NEEDED TO get in and out...Without being seen... Yes....


EASIER THEN TAKING CAKE FROM a baby? Which is a feat proven to be quite difficult, you see...babies cry.... never a good thing, to draws a lot of attention, no one likes crying babies. Unless of course its people on the bus laughing at a teenaged mother... Yes, people did that.... and by people, its implied that Addie did that.

Midnight was when she came to the conclusion, one in the morning was when the plan was orchestrated, at two everything was gathered and she set off across town to head to the school...one last time, and FINALLY at five in the morning, she was lurking in the school yard.....searching for the perfect entrance... Morning custodians would be arriving at seven in order to opening to school, which left her with two hours...give or take some time.

"Easier than making a cake...heehh ehe he..." The brunette spoke to herself in a low voice, smirking a little as she headed towards the building..

Shifty blue eyes scanned the surroundings, the school was closed, it would soon be open...Give or take a few hours. Soon to be crawling with those who have healed... and those thrusted upon the public school system. Sick kids go to school, out of sight out of mind, GET OUT OF THE HOUSE! After all, most would rather pretend to be sick, losing the trust of their family... They couldn't be sick, right?

The grounds were silent.. The mission was clear: Infiltrate the school, head to the science room, reclaim confiscated note book. English, get hand held gaming device, and lastly, locker for remained of clothing and books. It was adventure time. Pulling a watch from the front right pocket of her short shorts, the girl would come to realize that it was TIME! Stuffing the gold circular watch into her pocket, the girl clad in next to nothing.. She'd crouch low and avoid being seen in the window or catching motion detector lights.

NOT GOING TO BE SEEN..

Clad in Black short shorts that had black straps extending down, connecting with her white thigh highs, from there went down to knee high black boots, laced tightly.. Her shirt was black with white sleeves and a white ribbon on the front. Her usual style... Although, she may have made one mistake, wearing her collar with the bell [Reindeer bells item] and red ribbon on it. It was a dead giveaway to where she was.

A simple mistake any sick and super tired person could make.

Her forehead was still warm and she'd be subjected to spells of dizziness from time to time. Some would have stayed in bed and rested, Addie was prone to ......bouts of stupidity. One could blame personal goals for the change in her.

Moving as fast as she could, the girl would poke her head up, looking through a window, searching for a good point of entrance. When in doubt, or lacking a door or window, force one's way in. Taking a bandanna out of her back pocket, Addie rapped her hand quickly and punch the glass... After an attempt or two, she was good to go. Climbing through it... She'd find herself in the eerie, dark, and empty school. So different... and creepy.

5:50am

Tip toeing her way around, the brunette made her way to the land of science... That note book was no ones business! The halls were clear, she was int he safe. IT WAS ABOUT TIME SOMETHING HAPPENED IN HER FAVOUR!....

"Scoree.."

She jinxed it. GREAT...

Strange noises...Strange noises... Strange noises.

"oh god...oh god......"

.__.;;;

@___@

dizzy~~

Stopping her prowl, Addie would lean against the wall for a moment or two, waiting for the world to stop its shaking. 5...4...3 ...2....1.

.___.;;;

o___o;;;

A shaky hand reached for the door knob, the science department was creepy... The idea of lingering spirits, of students long since passed... science experiments and of course... the dwelling spirits of spiteful children, leaving their negative energy everyday. One thing was obvious as she turned the door knob.....

SOMEONE HAS BEEN WATCHING TOO MANY JAPANESE HORROR FILMS.............

["Tuvlan"]

Spirits Of 259
-Tuvlan, The Mentally Challenged Ghost-

---The knob was turning. No, the boy didn't understand it, but in his failing and weakened state it only made him all the more on edge. There was no reason why he should fear it, but the memories, the images, the voices in his head said that bad things would happen if he stayed, if he was... caught. Some loose form of common sense in his head from latent memories, leading to some idea of inference-based decision making. Though he didn't know the term for it, his feelings of fight-or-flight were on edge... and a quick scan around in those few moments made it aware that "fight" was more likely possible then "flight."

Guttural sounds formed at his throat, softly at first, but growing in intensity. Instinct to survive and not be caught, to not have "bad" happen to him when he was discovered roared in his chest, even as his weakened body slowly, sorely got to its first steps off onto the ground.

He hated this feeling. The flu had sapped him of his usual sense of strength, thrown off what he understood and knew even when he was completely and totally mentally retarded out of whack. Hunching over, he grabbed for a certain someone's desk without knowing it, even as the door would probably open---

Bell jingling noises.

'LEAVE ME ALONE! GET OUT! AWAY! DO NOT WANT BAD!'
"SMAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSHHHHHARARARARA!!!"

The "word" growing in volume as the boy struggled to find the right "word" for describing how he felt.

Creaking sounds and the rustling of metal and wood as the boy, standing at a full six-foot-two, his dirty looking appearance, the aviator jacket, the black shirt, the eye-patch over his right eyes, the jeans, the military combat boots, almost all of it stolen, almost all of it years old and no longer his size (if it even were to begin with), torn, bloodied, stained, and unfit for a normal human to wear in this day and age. Roaring gutturally as he tried to speak something else other then the word he had practiced for over a decade and a half, to express some of his pent-up rage, he slid the "certain someone's" student desk across the floor and to the door at a speed that was still rather fast for someone in the boy's sickly condition, to try and catch the door to close it.

However, if the door was fully opened by that time, he'd keep on ramming the desk until he hit the person and even then he'd continue charging---though he could easily be dodged.

If the door was slammed shut by either the desk or the person on the other side, due to his lack of control, the boy would still press onward, blinded by his illogical rage and lack of understanding, to break the door open the other way, and try to chase after the person with the desk in front of him.

Or the girl would do something the boy wasn't expecting...

He'd try roaring gutturally all the while...

But the boy was still sick. Therein, his current constitution versus his tremendous output of energy would quickly destroy the boy from the inside out unless he just outright collapsed or...

...?

[Addie Balfour]

Jingling...PROBABLY NOT THE BEST IDEA!

She was paranoid.. Fearing things that couldn't be seen and of course those that could be... Strange feelings lingered and swirled about, taking the form of shadows, apparitions, or ghosts... Perhaps it was the fact she was still sick and running on very little sleep...VERY LITTLE SLEEP. Shaking her head... Jingle.JINGLE.JINGLE! The girl would push open the door quickly, making sure not to stand in the way. SHE WAS PARANOID...

Yes fearing the dark locks of a vengeful spirit...

THE GROWL...The smile upon the blueish skin of the creature... The long straight black hair covering the eyes, the horrible posture, and of course the eerie sounds of the dead. Yes, there was always that.

Silence was short lived in the school, she should have guessed as much. Upon poking her head into the class room, she saw the sight of something so horrible.. HE HAD TO BE A ZOMBIE!...Or lingering dead... Perhaps the dead brought back to life through Necromancy. Although, he did have...an eyelid... Another eye patch wearer... How strange. its not like it was in fashion...OR EVER IN FASHION... Really... Who dresses some of the people of 259? REAALLLLYYY? REALLY NOW! It wasn't the time of Pirates...

The stupid thing was stepping in front of the young man, yes she could stop the creature...

YES! NOT EVEN THE SPIRITS COULD STOP HER!!!!

"YER GOING DOWN POORLY DRESSED GHOST BOY!!!"

She was serious, ghostie was going down. The German Japanese girl was going to defeat the ghost, stopping him from his rampage and thusly saving the school him. As her last good deep in school. Big words for someone who wanted to run away, crawl back into bed and sleep. From sickness and fear, the silence of the school was broken once more, far earlier than anyone had expected. Addie Balfour was going to take down a ghost... YEYEAH!

Just as she took the step into the path of the dead....

@__@

Dizzy.

wobble wobble...Loss of strength~~

SHHIIIIII...

THUD!!!

Jingle Jingle~~

HIT BY THE DESK and the young man who pushed it, she'd fall backwards...Landing on her butt, which hurt! Upon falling, she'd extend her arms and pray that the ghost boy was done with his desk assault.... If not... Hopefully it would stop him from causing anymore damage?

Why was it that she couldn't get anything done without running into people?!? REALLY D< What are the chances before the school opens!?

A SDFLN'SDMGL'SDG!!! D<

["Tuvlan"]

OOC: Sorry, typing this up on my PS3. There may be typos, but my laptop is a living hell right now, so this is the best alternative I have.

How Sick People Fight
-Sad Attempts-

"YER GOING DOWN POORLY DRESSED GHOST BOY!!!"

A source of noise, a source of violence, a source to which the boy could vent his newfound rage---this was what the boy dreamed of, dream for in the bowels of his nightmares of what he hoped to vent his rage for. The boy pushed on, seething witth feelings that had no bound consideration for himself, logic, or the poor girl in front of him---but neither did the flu.

The impact of the desk on the "disturber" before him did nothing to alleviate the pressure that was growing in the center of his forehead, which interrupted him so much that the impact actually caught him by the crotch, cutting off blood circulation to the tip of the cucumber for a good second or two, while the boy's body just somersaulted forward into the girl's crotch to the side of the person's left hip.

Because this isn't some sort of ecchi manga where conveniant perverted things occur to a male protagonist. Nor is the boy a true protagonist in that sort.

The rest of the boy's body, however, would crumple forward, in that diagonal manner over the rest of the girl's body, randomly aimed to collapse on her in a rather lopsided style. Needless to say, the boy was thoroughly winded, his neck bent in a way that it shouldn't, as he struggled to breathe, the fight knocked out of him as the phlegm stole his breath away---literally. Struggling to get up on his own, the boy would teeter, hovering over the girl with his elbows on the ground, as he'd attempt to get up, his hands trying to push closer and closer to him---and potentially closer to using the girl's body as a means of leverage.

---That was, unless the girl decided to pull up the vestiges of her strength and sock him one and knock him around, which would be rather easy, too, considering the boy's current state of deliriousness. Random and violent coughs would stir up in the boy as he did so...

What transpired inside of the boy's mind was quite impossible for the long-haired boy to possibly ever comprehend in the situation that he was in right now. Memories flashed before him of other fights where other people who had soft mounds of flesh on their chest would run away from him at the sight, which typically would result in the reaction of him throwing random things at them, some demented form of "tag" that appeared to make sense in his head at the time that seemed to make so liittle point in this moment now.

However, again, unless the girl chose to do something, the boy would still be struggling atop her, attempting to erect himself into a rough standing position, almost having completely forgotten about the girl....

OOC: I'm sorry for the low quality... Attempting character growth with Tuvlan given his erratic sense of mind right now proves to be difficult. Also, sorry for the frequent run-on sentences and/or short ones that don't make sense gramatically---I hope to do better next time, when stress isn't enjoying my company too much.

Also, I leave it up to you as to whether or not this turns pervy at all, if we skip it outright, or if there iis a varying degree of it. I leave it up to you in however you are most comfortable.

[Addie Balfour]

So, he wasn't dead, the young man was actually alive. Since no ghost even in horror films could take on such a real state of being, the young man had tumbled over the desk he had hit her with. Landing in a really awkward position on top of her, her stare would lock onto the young man. She had noticed a few things, like the fact he wasn't well. Struggling to get up, hard time breathing, perhaps he was sick. After all, everyone else in the school had been sick.... She felt sorry for the young man, being sick was never fun, especially when alone. Even when he used her chest as a way of trying to get up.. Addie fought with herself to keep the urge to hurt him to a minimum. It wasn't right to hurt those who were unwell.

Fighting the sick was like picking a fight with someone with a mental handicap...... Cruel.

As the young man slowly managed to get up a little, Addie sat up and would push herself back towards the wall which wasn't really much of a move. Regardless, she wanted a little space... TOO CLOSE! Yes, he was invading her personal space. Although normally it would get on her nerves, bringing her to find the need to hurt the person. Sympathy for the ill got the best of her. Looking towards the classroom, she'd see various things scattered upon the ground. The classroom from what she had seen was out of sorts, had the young man been there alone? Hopefully not, sick and alone was probably not the safest thing.

Motherly instincts always seemed to get the best of her sometimes.

"Are you okay?" Addie spoke in a soft and friendly voice, trying her best not to be too loud as she looked at the struggling young man with a slightly worried expression on her face. Regardless of the fact her head hurt, her concern for the young man won at the moment. But who knew how long her kindness would last?

[[OOC: no fear! XD this post is lame! D: sorry

as for that, just do whatever! XD Addie will either be momish or clock the poor kid eventually |D ]]

["Tuvlan"]

Cruelty
-The Nature Of Things-

What was going on in there here and now would have been utterly impossible for the boy in any time previous to the here and now. The pain just happened to make the boy more accutely aware of it: Some foreign but instinctive sense of self-preservation. Getting up rather thouroughly, he only just barely noticed as the girl slowly began to scootch herself away from him. That fact, remained however, that he did notice it as opposed to obliviously letting it pass him by like he ordinarily would.

Also, that lingering feeling in his hands felt really weird.

What came as a curious surprise---as he was much to exhausted in general to give into any other real emotion---was his thoughts for the person before him. Or, at least in these beginning stages, his awareness of this person's "self" as well. The surprise of his surprise soon followed, and was similiarly topped by the realization of these thoughts, which was obviously then capped by the idea of his "realization" which were all still so new and uncertain variables, words that rang familiar in his... memories... words that he understood without understanding from having to hear the spoken English language almost all his life.

His face drew upon a slack look, as he turned his attention to the person before her, just literally staring at her in a worn-out mannerism as his shortness of breath and random coughs punctuated, cutting into his lungs every now and then with a butterknife. Without realizing it, he suddenly sat all the way down, the strength giving way in his thighs, the fatigue having hit him a lot harder then he had realized prior to waking up on this day. And then the cold seeped in and there was no bright orange emergency blanket to help subdue it. The boy shivered, as his upper torso fell down to the ground, his eye never looking away from the person. A first for the boy, an idea.

"Are you okay?"

'Please.'
"Smash..."

His hands creeping towards her, his eye looking at her as he crawled to her in a slow, unwary mannerism. Warmth.---His body slumped, as he slowed down, breathing in a labored manner. But what the boy asked for he was unaware was uncouth, rude, and an implicit thought of ruling into several different scenarios (all of which the boy was woefully ignorant of---for the most part). It would be a simple matter to simply walk over inside the room and grab the blanket---maybe even for herself. The person before the boy could just outright leave him and the boy would suddenly fall to slumber. Or perhaps the girl had another thought in mind? In any way, the person before the boy would still probably do something that the boy had never before registered in his head before as he was still in the long and arduous process of processing all his thoughts and memories up to this point...

[Addie Balfour]

He didn't seem well at all....

His expression, the coughing, the breathing, his movements.

That was truly troubling, especially since the school was closed, there was no doubt about it. He had been fending off the sick by himself... He crawled towards her, it broke her heart to see someone in such a condition. The poor dear. Placing a hand on his head gently, the brunette would smile once more and get up. Raising her other hand with one finger pointed upwards; as if to say one moment. With that she'd rush into the classroom and look around. Seconds later she'd emerge with the bright orange blanket, rushing back in front on him.

The girl would kneel down before him, pulling him upwards into a sitting position for a moment in order to wrap the poor soul in the blanket. Making sure he was covered before leaning up against the wall and placing an open hand on his shoulder and gently pushing him back down. If things went according to plan, his head would rest in her lap. If they did, the girl would pull off a glove and touch her bare wrist against his forehead.

When dealing with the sick, one must always check for a fever.

Addie could only hope it wasn't high, since she'd probably have difficulty calling the ambulance and explain both their counts of breaking and entering. Or moving him by herself to a health facility. "Poor dear, have you been here all alone this entire time?" She continued to speak in low volume, being considerate to the young man's condition.

She was acting far too motherly towards the stranger, but there was part of her that wouldn't let a person suffer alone. If he was still resting his head on her lap, she'd push his hair out of his face; stroking his hair in a motherly fashion. Acting just as her own had done when she was sick as a child. Never once had she thought it it made him uncomfortable, but Addie just wished to help him some how.

["Tuvlan"]

Touch Of A Mother
-I Name Her "Warmth"-

What the boy was attempting to do was too much for him at the moment. He could not register all his thoughts, all his memories, all the voices---It was just as well that the girl was walking away. Not that he could fully understand the logic just yet, but in some way, shape, some form, the boy understood that he had wronged her. The boy didn't understand why she touched him on the head, why she pointed up in the miasma of the red that was his vision, but it burned slightly. The boy was experiancing a misconceived notion of shame. What little empathy the boy was growing to understand was that "bad" could be induced to or induced onto, and the natural desire was not to feel the "bad" and either to... fight... it or to avoid it. Sleeping to avoid the "bad" that plagued his body seemed plausible, but whenever he woke up, the bad was still there, bad as ever. At this point, it was difficult to say "think" to himself that it may have gotten worse, it had slightly gotten better, but some part of him just desired to sleep forever. Little energy was left in his body, but with the girl gone, he slowly began to curl into himse---

He was imagining things.

Slowly, he could feel "warmth" by him. Initially it was accompanied by pain by being sat up towards his very sensitive internal organs (some word to the effect of "innis" filling his mind mixed with "bad" and "feel"), but could barely see through the miasma. What the boy did understand was that he recognized the texture that surrounded him. That orange emergency blanket.

No, his eyes did not deceive him. The boys senses were not lying. However, for the boy who could barely understand what was going on with him, he really could not understand what was going on with the "her." Gentle movements, soft touches, and then... his head rested on softness. Was touched by softness on the forehead---The boy was being touched.

A flash of memory as he saw a figure who too gave him warmth, who conceived him out of warmth... who dropped him into cold, into hard, into hurt, into bad. A mother who dropped him on the floor.

The difference was now... he was already on the floor.

But warmth decided to accompany him now.

A rush of blood filled his body, stifled his face, making it grow red, irrational, pent up tears filled with no sobbing from the only eye he had left. Some of these tears would rest on his face to turn into a moist crust, other streams ran down the side of, at the touching, at the softness beneath him, and while he struggled slightly to it, the boy was compelled to turn his face towards the warmth. He would bury himself in it.

Never. Never. Never. Never. Never. Never. Never.

Never.

Never had the boy felt in this one moment that he could be so loved. Understand the conception of love. Embrace what was "care" from someone who was not himself. These things were foreign on the surface, but an instinctual, needed "need" on the inside. This was something the boy, who could fall back on little but himself, who could only regulate his life by how he trained every morning, how he kept himself warm, that he never knew he needed so, so much in his life.

A chance for normalcy.

...The girl by the name of Addie would find in that moment that his forehead was hot, but nowhere near as intensive as it could have been. However, the boy had only received the minimum requirements for his immunizations from those that would "capture him" to keep him safe from himself and from others. At the physical condition that the boy was at... the boy would recover, but slowly. That, however, was irrelevant to the boy. And perhaps, without knowing, "Warmth" had helped the boy achieve a type of mental strength that was the highest he ever had in over a decade and a half.

The boy would recover.

...His arms, slowly slunk up, his neck turn to the side, and he would reach up to grab, to hug gently the waist in the lying down manner that he was in. As long as she would allow it, he would... inadvertently bury himself in the warmth of her stomach, and would somehow lodge his nose to the fabric of her shirt to what could only be described as to "nuzzle," lodging it to the navel beneath the white cloth. An artificial umbilical cord symbolism?

Therein, the boy would slowly come to know the first great impact of "good" in his life.

"Poor dear, have you been here all alone this entire time?"

'Until now.'
"Smaasshhh..."

OOC Note: Unless you have other plans for him, this can be the end of the thread, you can make a finishing post, or you can go on to take him somewhere better for treatment and we'll continue to roleplay that out. And you don't have to roll with everything I'm throwing at you here IC-wise, but at the most the emotion, I hope, is fully fleshed out. Thank you for the growth oppurtunity! I look forward to your decision!

[Addie Balfour]

The way he struggled, the shortness of breath, the coughing, the expression on the poor boys face.. As well as the fact his forehead had been pretty hot, which probably wasn't very good. There was a bit of worry that seemed to consume her as she looked at the young man, a worried expression remained on her face. Even though she smiled at him, her mind was consumed in worry about the stranger. Even though she had never met him before hand and he had hit her with a desk.... She couldn't stand by and watch someone suffer...

She had become soft towards people.

There was a time where she'd hurt him and leave him there to deal with the illness.

The young man snuggled up on her lap, it seemed like he was comfortable. She smile a little more, her blue gaze transfixed on the young man's face. I wonder what his name is.... It was a normal thing to wonder when in such a situation... Or any that require meeting a new person.

Her hand gently stroked the young man's forehead and his hair. Watching as his face turned red and his eye filled with tears. There was something that caused her heart to hurt just looking at him. There was some form of deep sadness that could be felt from the situation. Perhaps it was just her reading far too deeply into things and being just a tad bit over tired. Wiping his tears away with the fabric bow from the front of her shirt, the brunette smiled down at the red haired boy.

"Smaasshhh..."

It hit her then, he had only ever really said the word smash. Perhaps he had limited vocabulary. Or something. Regardless, it didn't matter. School was going to become full, starting with the janitors... Then the students. Perhaps it was best to take him somewhere else. So he could recover and not risk the others. Someplace comfortable and warm. There was no other place....

Pulling her cell phone from her pocket, which she hoped not to move the young man too much.. Dialing the number of her neighbour, she was going to request a ride and some help. After a very short phone argument... Which went along the lines of:

"Pal....I need help."

"Why are you talking so quietly?"

"Well, my friend is really sick. So I was wondering if you could come pick us up. I need a lift to my house."

"Sure, give me a bit. I'll text you when I get there."

"Thanks Pal.."

Her blue stare would turn once again down to the young man nestled in her lap. Brushing a hand across his cheek before she asked him.

"I'm going to take you somewhere warm. Can you walk?" A soft expression lingered on her face as she waited for a response. Of course she neglected to ask him if he wanted to go with her... It mattered not, motherly habits were in control of her as she made decisions.

If he could walk, she'd allow him to use her for support as they'd make their way to the parking lot. If not, she'd find a way to carry him. Whether be like a princess, or on her back. Addie was determined to help him and help him she would.

[[OOC: HE'S GOING TO THE BATCAVE MAN! XDD

Sorry! Couldn't help it.

Thank-you Mikey!]]

["Tuvlan"]

Batcave?
-A Child's Naivety-

A stroke across his cheek. More warmth. Did he like it there, in the blanket, laid on Warmth? Yes. He enjoyed it a lot. That didn't mean he stopped shaking or anything, but as opposed to anything else prior in the most literal of senses, he'd be perfectly content never moving from there aga---

"I'm going to take you somewhere warm. Can you walk?"

'Huh? What do you mean?'
"Sm-Smash? Smash? Smaash?

Although, if she made any movements, that would be enough for him to follow her prompt---albeit, weakly---as he'd slowly raise up, before bringing about his blanket about him to further wrap himself, as he would weakly begin to stand up---only to find himself mostly leaning on her back. Because of how tall he was, though, he'd find his neck hanging directly onto her left shoulder and occasionally right shoulder to change it up for the both of them, as his left hand would struggle to keep the blanket on him while his right would grip---softly---her right bicep.

...All the way to the parking lot...

He nearly fell over a few times, and he coughed a lot at various intervals until they finally arrived.

...For what reason, though? The boy, in his state was just determined to keep up with the person who was so willing to take him wherever the "she" was going...

OOC Note: I'm SO sorry this is so short... I'll try to improve quality, tomorrow, when I hit the library.

[Addie Balfour]

He got up, although the tall young man did indeed have troubles walking. Oh the poor sick soul. Addie acted like a support, trying her best not to stumble over, wishing to be kept from yet another dizzy spell. There was a worried smile that seemed to linger as she constantly looked to the young man, making sure he was alright. The way he coughed seemed to worry her, she feared him falling over. Which had almost happened several times, thankfully he managed to save himself using her. She wasn't the strongest, especially when she too was lightly plagued by the sickness; so she'd probably fail if she had to carry him.

THANK GOD FOR AN ELEVATOR!

"Just hang in there, we shouldn't be waiting much longer."

Even though she only spoke one word and expressed it differently, she still spoke to him. Since she assumed he could understand. Of course he did, since he was going along with it. The brunette reached into her pocket, watching as the custodian headed towards the front door, thankfully they blended amongst the cars of the morning joggers. Pal arrived on time, alerting them with a text.

Not a moment too late, since they'd eventually find a broken window and a very messy science room. Once the car stopped before them, she'd lead the young man towards the door and open it, offering him the seat. Helping him where she could and closing the door behind him. Addie smiled at her friend as she rushed to the other side, to get into the other door, she was going to sit in the back with him. Gently closing the door, she got in. Sitting down and looking from the stranger to Pal and Sunshine. Who sat happily in the front passenger seat, wagging his little puffy white tail.

"Thank-you Pal, you are a life saver... He couldn't go to school like this..."

"No problem, but I think you owe me something good for dinner." The man joked, he was ignoring the fact that the young man looked strange... He probably knew that Addie didn't know him.

"Alright, I'll cook you dinner next week!" Addie smiled as she turned her attention from Pal to the red haired young man.

The car moved, turning corners and going straight, stopping at a light or two, before turning into the parking lot for the building. Right in front of the building, it would stop, waiting for the passengers to leave. "Thanks again." Addie spoke in a friendly voice as she masked the worry for the stranger. Opening her car door, leaving and rushing to the other side. If he needed it, she'd help him out and too the elevator. Where they'd take a short ride, that would take them too the top.

He'd arrive in a warm comfortable place soon enough.

[[OOC: SORRY XD;;; It's kind of late! The next will be better! XD;; I'm rusty ]]

["Tuvlan"]

It Kinda Went Like This:
-Where We Are-

"Just hang in there, we shouldn't be waiting much longer."

'O...kay...'
"Sma...shh..."

There was a moment where he was about to get sick in the elevator as his stomach rushed up towards his throat with an uncomfortable rapidness. To compensate, he had to drop the orange blanket he'd been carrying around himself. His gag reflex was working both for and against him, as he'd hug onto Warmth a little more tightly, as he walked a bit blindly, before resting himself on top of a... car? When did he get into the parking lot? His eye welled up with irritation, as he subconsciously held back a sneeze, while still trying to adjust while Warmth opened up the side of the metal can with wheels.

Oh. Warmth had opened the door, beckoning him inside. Right now, the boy couldn't exactly exude his appreciation, nor give himself time to think, but, for the time, the boy went on, blindly trusting in the fact that Warmth had gone this far for him. And this wasn't the typical car they usually took him up and away in before he'd end up in a similar facility like the one now...

Sleep took him before he even had a chance to see if he was belted in or not---not that he'd used them a lot, anyways.

Time passed...

...Waking up, unless Warmth had decided to adjust herself, he'd suddenly wake up to the motion of the car stopping, only to find the side of his head on Warmth's shoulder. Suddenly sitting upright, his eye would blink rapidly, before the realization of exhaustion set back in, and he'd fall backwards into his seat. If he'd find a seatbelt wrested about him, he'd weakly attempt to forcibly get it off, before happening on the belt button by sheer accident of his right pointer finger. If not, he'd just stand up, hit his head on the roof, and then fall out of the side of the car, the moment that Warmth would have opened his door side.

Only to his knees, though, he'd catch his upper body with both hands on the ground, panting a bit with the sudden burst of adrenaline through his body. For the time, the boy was going through the equivalence of a trance---having so much to take in at such a short amount of time made him blank out for sheer protection of his mind from being exposed to too many memories.

Getting off the ground was a blur, as he'd abruptly push himself off the ground, getting up by one foot at a time, standing primarily out of pure willpower. Unable to hear anything of what was going on as his ears resounded with a high-pitched ringing noise, the boy just reached out, grabbing for familiarity before his hand went for her shoulder to help keep himself up. But it was... frustrating... to constantly lean on her. Rather, the boy attempted to walk side-by-side, as they would go up and into the elevator.

Another way of sickness as they went up and his stomach decided to say hello to his bowels. The way the elevator stopped, for him felt like he was suddenly shot up into the air a few inches though this was obviously not the case.

The elevator door would open---

'W...Where... we... are... Where are...?'
"...Sm...Smash, smasshh... Smas... Smash...?"

[Addie Balfour]

To be needed, to help. Those were things people needed and wished to do, right? Addie was trying to make herself believe that her choice in helping the young man was indeed a good deed[ although nothing like exorcising ghosts from the Science Department...But good none the less]. Not kidnapping, right? Taking a sick kid away from a school to take care of him, that was a good thing, right? RIGHT!? She could only hope. lest she see the young man's face on milk cartons... and her face amongst the most wanted. There was one thing she wasn't, that was a kidnapper.

Aiding the young man when he stumbled, being the pillar to keep him standing on their journey to the apartment. Addie's blue gaze was locked upon the young man, whilst the worried expression settled in on her tanned face. listening to his repeat of the words... Smash. His was of talking, it was different. But the way he said the word, the expression he used... He was trying to ask her a question. Although, even with gathering that much, she was unable to pin point exactly what it was he was asking.

A small smile could be seen while explaining. "We are almost at my apartment. Just a few more steps and you can rest." Her voice was soft, trying to keep the volume down. Being sick sucked... Everything was too loud and the lights were too bright. Food although to most it was delicious, turned the stomach.

With that she'd lead him out of the elevator and down the hallway, a very short journey. Taking out keys the young woman unlocked the door and lead him in. Always being close in order to be in arms reach in case something happened.

"Here we go."

Kicking off her shoes, Addie would wait until he walked in the door. Closing it behind him,"Follow me!" Spoken kindly, the brunette took a few steps forward,leading him down the hall. That is if he didn't fall over or anything. If there was no trouble, she'd try her hand at getting him to lay down."You can rest in this bed, it's really warm and comfy!"

Sometimes a little too motherly.

She wished for nothing more than for him to cooperate. He needed his rest and warmth in order to fend off the sickness that had its hold on him. If he decided to lay down, she'd cover him in warm soft blankets and smile down upon him..... Removing shoes if he hadn't before hand. The more the situtation continued, the more she felt like a kidnapper... or some sort of horrible person. Watching their prey rest helplessly.... WHICH SHE WAS NOT THAT KIND OF HORRIBLE PERSON. Just the kind of but into other's lives....sometimes.

The poor dear..


[[[OOOOCCCCCC: SORRY FOR FAIL!! D: I am sleepppyy!!!! Bus ride to airport in...... 2 1/2-3 hours?! XD;;;;

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