paradisalogs | the falcon cannot hear the falconer; [OPEN]

who; anne & you!
what; escape from the clinic
where; clinic & castle gardens
when; today
rating; pg-13 (mention of hell and torture and skirts stuck in wheelchairs)

Anne had been to Hell and back, and what did she have to show for it? Broken pride, perhaps? Even that could not be entirely stifled, but she has made a remarkable show of it since her awakening in the clinic. It helped that she had her clinic room's door shut whenever she could, not wishing for anyone to see her in such gruesome shape. She certainly had injuries to show for it, but so did everybody. Even a week later, Anne is unable to walk on her own more than a step or two. Though her gown, dark for mourning, shields the worst of it from prying eyes, it's impossible to hide that her left arm is in a sling (or at least it should be), the right side of her face is bandaged, and she is most certainly in a wheelchair! But that doesn't stop her from trying to look her best with accessories, simply using a long silk scarf to wrap up her skirt so that it doesn't get tangled in the wheels. ~~She may have already had to learn that lesson the hard way.~~

Adjusting to these chairs on wheels took some adjustment, especially considering the upper arm strength they required. This, of course, meant that Anne had to pull her arm from her sling whenever she wanted to go anywhere. And you know what, that's exactly what she does, because ~~fuq the popo~~ she's Queen and she does what she wants. The painkillers help, for sure, although she still requires many breaks and pauses in her venture.

Anyone might spot her on her way out of the clinic, as she is not the most subtle scene to bear witness to, but eventually Anne will try to find her way to the castle's gardens, wanting to see the roses, and perhaps find shade in the maze. Wherever she may rest, Anne will end up seated in the grass with the flowers, weaving them along the armrests of the wheelchair. Though her mind still feels numb at times, unable to cope with even thinking of what she should do now, the sun always helps, and menial tasks like these help occupy her scattered mind.

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His frown deepens at her question.

"She did pass, yeah. I know one of her friends. She hasn't come back yet, either."

And that was worrying him. What if the kid NEVER came back? Maybe whatever tore at her mind on the Event Horizon destroyed her for good. She didn't deserve that, troll or not, she was still just a kid.

Anne's brow furrows, her hand dropping back to her lap. It is difficult to be reminded of the tragedy around her, but necessary occasionally. Focusing on the pain of others is more preferable to drowning in her own dark thoughts in her lone room.

"...Were you the one to...?"

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He looks up, surprised before shaking his head. He was a lot of bad things, he'd done a lot of bad things, but he wasn't a killer. He just didn't have it in him to cross that one, vital line.

"No, I'm not sure how she-" he drops his head. "She left me after she attacked, talking about trying to save others."

Perhaps he is a better person than Anne, then, since though she did not kill anyone, it was not for lack of trying. Her hand lifts to dig against the belly of her bodice, then the breast, broken nails dragging against the fine fabric in mimicry of her behavior on the ship. Absently, while staring up at the ceiling.

"Her name was Ib?" Anne had collected as many names as she could through her sources, unable to visit the graveyard herself just yet. "I will pray for her swift return. Though perhaps we can hope she has been returned home instead."

He frowns softly, watching the action.

"No, her name was Vriska, she was a troll from the-", no, wait. He pauses. "Ib?"

Where did he know that name from? He stares at the bedsheets for a moment, searching his memory for that name. And then it hits him.

"...She's from my friend's world. Ib. I haven't met her yet, but I know Garry thinks a great deal of her."

A troll? Did he just say a troll? Well, clearly she's distracted him so she'll have to ask about that later. That's two young girls, though, if a troll really counts...

"I have never been acquainted. Perhaps she then has awakened."

Clearly it was a giant troll, too.

"I hope so, for Garry's sake as well as hers. He's already lost enough here in Paradisa."

More and more names that go to people she's never met. But maybe she will in time. She has trouble really caring about them in any case, outside of the mourning any woman would make for the death of children. Even if they did not stay dead, they knew the fear, and that was sorrowful enough.

"It is a small comfort to know I caused none of your injuries."

"No, none of them were yours, I promise."

He realises they're stepping very close to Speaking About What Happened, so he lets the rest of whatever he was going to say drop. He's not sure if she wants to talk about it or not. And it's better to be safe than sorry.

And it continues to hang there, uncomfortable and as plain as what a hospital dare call a 'gown'. Finally, "I will not wreck it now, then, by worsening your grievances with too much talk. I will be certain to pray for you, Master Once-ler."

"I..." wow he wasn't used to people offering to PRAY for him. How should he even respond to that? He eventually settles for an awkward and slightly mumbled: "Thank you."

She nods to him with a polite smile, then casts a glance over her shoulder as if looking for a scary doctor. But no, really she just needs to back this stupid wheelchair up and get turned around, which requires her to pull her left arm back out of it's sling. It's gotten enough rest, anyway, according to her!

It won't take Anne too long to get the hell out of there, having practiced enough in her room already. She hopes Ted visits him soon, because she almost feels guilty just leaving him to sit there.

She doesn't have to worry, he'll have plenty of friends to bother him every waking day.

the falcon cannot hear the falconer; [OPEN]

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