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Post by The Mad Hatter on Jan 15, 2007 21:35:03 GMT
[Cont from the river thread - stupid, stupid, stupid]
As soon as Gretal headed off for the stairs, Zeque started to zone out again. He had promised her that he wouldn't go after her brother, and (for as long as he remembered that promise at least) he was going to stick to it. But what was he going to do about her looking all sad? It was in his head now that the reason for her crying was that she missed Hansel, it was the only thing that he could think of and the more he thought it the more he convinced himself that it was true. Hopefully Hansel would come to look for her, then they could all live here and be happy. That was good because he didn't like being alone here all the time, he would be glad when he had them both back.
Smash
He froze, holding his breath. A moment ago he had been in the living room but at some point wile thinking about all that stuff, he had absent mindedly started to wonder around. Now he was in the kitchen with a cloth in one hand. Half the pots had been dried up now but he didn't remember doing them. After a few moments of being still, the witch put the cloth down and looked around, half expecting to see the windows had all been smashed in or something.
'What the...' He frowned, confused now he thought about what that could be. Without knowing it, he pickedd up the cloth again and started to dry up pots. "Maybe it was a-" OH! He dropped the cup and cloth on the floor, not caring that it broke and quickly walked to the bottom of the stairs. Gretal must have broken something...
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Post by Sleeping Beauty on Jan 15, 2007 21:46:42 GMT
Now she was faced with the problem of what to tell him about the glass, that hadn't really come to mind till that moment. But before she could start thinking of a excuse, a stinging pain came from her hand and reminded her that she had cut her hand.
She pushed the sleeve of her hoodie up so she could see the damage. Gretal let out a sigh of relief when she saw it was just a little cut, since the jacket had taken most of the blow.
She leaned against the wall and tried to come up with some logical explanation to why she had broke his mirror, unfortunley nothing was really coming to mind.
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Jan 16, 2007 21:47:41 GMT
Zeque held his breath and listened carefully. Hearing no sounds his mind started to go over what might have caused the noise. Gretal could have knocked something over. Or maybe something fell on her? He bit his lip. That didn't sound good! Should he go up and see if she was ok? Part of him thought so, another part of him thought she was fine, probably just a glass or something.
He started up the stairs then about half way up, turned around and sat down on the step. It was nothing... just nothing "Gretal? ...are you ok?" He called up before biting his lip again. He didn't really care at the moment what was broken, so long as she wasn't hurt or anything.
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Post by Sleeping Beauty on Jan 16, 2007 23:12:29 GMT
Gretal rolled her eyes a little when he called up, yeah she was ok, stuck in a house with a physco, things were going great. Pushing her sleeve back up she inspected her hand and saw it had stopped bleeding. At least something was going right, if that was what you could call that.
She was not planning on coming out yet, she was enjoying the few minutes of solitude, left to her own thoughts with no distractions. She pulled the shard out of her pocket and felt a little pang of guilt at what she was planning on doing. She didn't like to hurt people no matter who they were.
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Jan 17, 2007 21:57:31 GMT
No answer. Oh well thats just great. He didn't move yet though, at the moment he was kind of deciding which way to go. He was either going to get all worried and upset or he was going to get mad. Part of him wanted to go up and find her, make sure she was OK, another part of him wanted to go up there, grab her by the shoulders and shake her for not answering. "Seriously Gretal... are you hurt?" He called again, raising his voice a little this time.
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Post by Sleeping Beauty on Jan 17, 2007 22:23:26 GMT
"No" she answered but she wasn't sure if she said it loud enough for him to actually hear her. She saw one window and walked over to try and open it. She figured it wouldn't open but it was worth a try. Yanking on it she didn't feel it budge, she sighed and let go trying to open it.
She had been in there long enough, she figured it had been long enough and hopefully he wouldn't be to pissed about the mirror.
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Jan 18, 2007 0:44:54 GMT
Again he waited, this time he thought he might have heard something but the more seconds that went by, the more he convinced himself that it was just tricks of the mind. So after a wile he stood up and headed the rest of the way up onto the landing. It was dark outside and the landing light was off so it was pretty dark up here. He wasn't sure how long Gretal had been up here, it was kind of hard to tell when the time he had spent sitting half way up the stairs felt like both a very long time and no time at all. What now? He hadn't really thought about it. OK he could knock ont he door and if she still didn't answer then he would open it. If she was OK she would say so right? So he tapped on the door and paused, waiting again...
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Post by Sleeping Beauty on Jan 18, 2007 0:55:47 GMT
She rested a hand on the shard and rested the other on the doorknob. She was going to open the door but paused when she heard a knock on the door. Gretal hadn't expected him to actually be waiting outside the door, she didn't know if she would be able to use the glass right away. She took her hand off of it, she wasn't going to use it unless she needed to.
She turned the doorknob and opened the door, she didn't say anything yet since she wasn't quite sure what to say.
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Jan 18, 2007 1:06:07 GMT
When she opened the door without saying anything Zeque took a few quick steps back, for a moment looking as if he were shocked to see her. OK this wasn't right, she wasn't hurt or anything. Not that he wanted her to be hurt but she had just opened the door like nothing happened. What was that smash? Well it wouldn't exactly be the first time he had heard noises that weren't real... No we don't think about that. He shook his head, pushing the idea that he had just imagined that noise to the back of his mind. "What's broken?" He asked her. He didn't care what it was really, at the moment he just wanted to make sure that something actually had smashed.
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Post by Sleeping Beauty on Jan 18, 2007 1:19:54 GMT
"Uhhh" she faltered a little "It was a mirror" she said simply. "Umm I kind of accidently broke it" she said. She moved a little to the side and stepped into the hallway, she was really nervous since she had no excuse. ((Gah sorry for the shortness ))
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Jan 18, 2007 1:28:36 GMT
He didn't say anything at first but it was obvious on his face that he was relived, he had been scared she would say she didn't know what he was talking about. Then it might have turned out nothing was broken and she might have even called him crazy. He hated that. It got to him more then anything. "Oh OK" He said simply, walking past her into the bathroom. His gaze moved from the smashed mirror down to the broken glass. There was a little blood on a few shards. He just assumed that she had tripped and fallen into it or something and thought nothing else of it... yet.
His eyes flicked closed, he said something incoherent and flicked his wrist, commanding the glass to pull itself up by magic, fitting itself together and fixing back into place. He opened his eyes, smiling brightly expecting to see it all there good as new. It wasn't. a longish thin triangle of glass was missing from the bottom corner of the mirror. Strange, that spell should have picked it all up...apparantly it had missed a piece. "Thats... weird" He looked around the floor quickly, trying to spot chunk of glass that his magic had not picked up...
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Post by Sleeping Beauty on Jan 18, 2007 1:38:28 GMT
She sighed quietly in relief, it was good that he didn't ask questions, since she could answer it.
She looked in through the door and saw what he was doing. She felt her heart almost stop when he put the mirror back together, she hadn't been expecting him to do that and he noticed that one piece was missing. She really hoped he didn't make the connection that she was hiding the piece.
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Jan 18, 2007 1:50:36 GMT
Its not as if there were many places it could be. It couldn't have gotten out of the bathroom but he really couldn't see it anywhere. He never suspected the obvious though, not because he couldn't work it out but because his mind would not allow him to. He didn't want her to try to escape, he wanted her to stay, he wanted her to want to stay. So the same way it did when listening, his mind simply blocked out everything it didn't want. That included the idea that she might have smashed the mirror to get herself a weapon. Until his next mood change he would simply believe that he just couldn't see it and it would turn up eventually.
Giving up looking for it he turned back towards the door, seeing that Gretal was still there looking at him. "What?" He asked. It might have just been him seeing things, but to him she looked a little pail all of a sudden. Maybe it was just because it was dark on the landing, he wasn't sure.
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Post by Sleeping Beauty on Jan 18, 2007 2:07:36 GMT
She pushed the glass deeper into her pocket, just to make sure that it wasn't sticking out. She shrank a little away back into the hallway, she was a little freaked out now.
"Nothing" she said a little nervously.
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Jan 18, 2007 2:20:53 GMT
He watched her for a moment, trying to work out what it was she was looking at. Did he do something? Why had she been watching him like that? He looked at the mirror again, just to check that there really was a piece missing and he hadn't just being looking around the floor for no reason. Nope it was still there, the empty space where the jagged triangle of glass should be. "Ok... i know lets have muffins" He said, walking out onto the landing, passing Gretal and walking down the stairs.
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