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Post by LEXI ROSE MCDANIELS on Apr 10, 2010 4:27:47 GMT
Lexi's hands went to her face and began to rub and try and wipe at the tears that were running down her face once again. "For being a mess, for you having to see this when you just wanted to use the restroom... her words trailed off, and she met his eyes and then looked away. The bright flush that had previously streaked her cheeks slowly started to fade, as she got use to him being there, him looking at her and him seeing her this way. Still, the situation embarrassed her, but she was getting used to the idea that there wasn't much she could do to change it.
The fact that she had just fell as well, brought back the red flush. She took the offered hand, and pulled herself up. When she was standing, her jeans fell back down, and she leaned against the stall. A dizziness came over her, and she closed her eyes and grabbed the sides and held herself up. Slowly, she opened her eyes again, and she looked at the guy that was standing in front of her. He was very cute. It was like she was seeing him for the first time. Leaning down carefully, she pulled her jeans up slowly, wincing in pain. Biting her bottom lip, she tugged one more time, and the jeans slid up around her hips. Buttoning and zipping them, it was ease to see that they hung off her small frame at the hips. She had taken the legs in herself so that they fit her skin tight.
He asked her, her name. "Um. My name's Lexi," she said her British accent coated her words as she spoke. She looked up at him, and then down at her feet, even they were bruised. How much had the guard hit her? She didn't really remember, she tried to just go inside her head while it was happening, but she felt everything that was happening, him forcing himself into her, on her, everything. Shaking her head, she looked back up at him and wrapped her arms around herself and shivered again. She pulled the arms down over her hands, her bruised arms now hiding. He must have been wondering what had happened to her, and part of her wanted to tell him, wanted to just cry in his arms, but he probably would think she was crazy. But really, she just needed to be held, she needed to cry it all out while someone told her that she was safe now. She wouldn't get her hopes up though, who would want someone as fucked up as she was?
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Post by AYDEN CALLUM on Apr 10, 2010 5:07:04 GMT
With a pause, Ayden turned to look at the girl. He had completely forgotten the reasoning of entering the bathroom. After spotting the girl on the floor, he couldn't push further back to see why he had come into the room. The urge to use a toilet didn't exist, which he was uncertain if it meant that he had forgotten the need for the time being, or if he had entered the room merely to use the mirror, or wash his hands. "You don't need to be sorry," he attempted a smile, but it instantly faded as the next sentence spilled from his lips, "it doesn't seem," he paused, realizing the sentence would likely upset her. He couldn't think quickly enough to cover himself this time, mentally cursing himself as he spoke lowly, "doesn't seem like it's you're fault."
He winced, almost as if expecting a nearby explosion. Perhaps, he did expect such an event. One could never tell, from how his mind functioned. For all anyone knew, he could think that one of the toilets contained a bomb.
Soon, his eyes drifted to the bathroom walls, as her pants slipped down. "You're very tiny," he pointed out, "it's probably not the best time to give suggestions, but... you could probably use a belt, or something..." he trailed off. Figuring that her pants had returned to their respectful place upon the girl's body, he turned his head to watch her again.
Fighting the desire to say 'It's nice to meet you', for obvious reasons, he tried to recall if he had already stated his name. Unable to remember, but fairly certain that he had not, he brushed a few strands of hair out of his face, thinking as he spoke to try to find something more to say, without throwing darts at possibilities of what had happened to her. "You have a pretty name," he murmured first, before speaking at a normal tone to introduce himself, "my name is Ayden."
Silently, he had taken notes of her bruises, and how she seemed rather fragile at the moment, and decided to try to lightly brush the situation, concern rising slightly in his voice, "do you... need to see a doctor?"
---------- Outfit: Clickit Notes: Mrmph. I don't know why my replies are so short lately. It feels like this took me forever, and it's so tiny! Also, for readers, this is the continuation of a topic we didn't complete from MAB.
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Post by LEXI ROSE MCDANIELS on Apr 10, 2010 5:59:51 GMT
Biting her bottom lip, she looked up at him, a blush creeping across her face again. She hugged her arms around her, and pulled his hoodie tighter around herself. Never has she thought, that this would happen to her again, at this school, where she was suppose to be safe, where no one was suppose to hurt her. Again, she directed her eyes downward embarassed to look at this boy, afraid of what he was thinking, afraid of what he thought she had done, and what had happened and how much she was at fault. Shaking her head lightly, she tried to shake those thoughts away. "I....I didn't fight hard enough..." she whispered quietly, looking up at him through a pink curtain of hair. Tears began to well up in her eyes again, not knowing what to say after that, afraid of what he was thinking again. That worry, it wouldn't leave her mind, no matter how hard she tried to push it away. She took a deep breath, and remained calm as she saw him wince, wondering why he had done so?
She blushed, and rolled the hem a few times so that they wouldn't slip down anymore. The way he kept looking away, she became even more afraid of what he was thinking, she became afraid of how he seemed to not want to look at her. Was he disgusted by her? Was he just respectful? She had no earthly idea, and it was really starting to worry her. "Yeah, your right I should, I'll do that," she whispered more to the ground then anything.
A pretty name? No one had ever said that to her, the blush grew and she looked up at him again and smiled lightly at him, and wiped at her eyes to stop the tears from falling. "Thank you, no...no one has ever said that before. I really like your name as well," she said in a small voice glancing up at him again. She bit her bottom lip again, not knowing what to say after that, she was shivering still however, and she was still a bit afraid of the guard coming back. "...need to see a doctor..." with that statement, Lexi's eyes opened wide and she looked up at him afraid. "No, please no, i don't want to go to the staff, I don't trust them, please, promise you won't say anything, if he finds out, he might come back, and the doctor might say something, and he's a guard, he can do whatever he wants...." She trailed off, and her hand flew to her mouth, afraid of everything that she had just said. Closing her eyes tight, she pulled the hoodie tighter around her as she began to shake, and looked away from him, looking down towards the ground.
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Post by AYDEN CALLUM on Apr 11, 2010 5:08:24 GMT
Scratching his cheek, Ayd thought about her sentence. Who hadn't she fought? Or what hadn't she? Thoughts scrambled his mind, as he could find himself pulling forth multiple conclusions. He felt almost as if he were playing charades, but didn't dare shout a possible answer. One seemed to sting his mind, piecing her clothes around the room to the clear bruising that seemed to have already begun forming on her frail body.
Soon, the thought of him being a sick pervert jolted into his mind. She couldn't be comfortable with a young man in the room, even when she was nude. Is that how Lexi was thinking of him? It could explain the rosy tint that seemed to bleed to her cheeks every few minutes. If she thought of him as a pervert, she would blush at how he could be imagining her. Sure, it was far from the truth -- all the man could do, somehow easily avoiding the urges that it seemed much of the male population would have in the situation, was try to focus on the girl's well-being. Fear brushed his mind. What would she tell people? Would she? If she did? Would he be known as the creeper of Stanfield?
"Thanks," he smiled faintly, as they spoke of names. Now, the subject changed in a way that the young man had hoped to avoid. This subject was what caused his mental cursing, hoping to have avoided it when stating moments before that it hadn't been her fault for whatever event it had been. Had he realized that stating anything about a doctor would trigger the reaction, he wouldn't have opened his mouth.
Listening to the spill of conscience, his eyes widened. "Who's..." the man whispered, "who's a guard?" Perhaps, he shouldn't have asked the question. The girl was clearly shaken by what had happened, and the words only could shake Ayden as well. Taking a step toward her, delicately reaching out to place his fingers, decorated with black painted nails, on her shoulder, "Miss Lexi," he hesitated, fighting the urge to skirt the subject again, "I didn't want to ask, he paused, swallowing saliva dryly. How could he easily ask? It was nearly impossible to him. "But... What happened before I came here?"
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Post by LEXI ROSE MCDANIELS on Apr 12, 2010 1:53:51 GMT
Lexi looked back down at the ground, trying to will herself not to cry, however traitor tears began to role down her cheeks. Wiping at them, she kept her eyes downcast, hoping he wouldn't see. Once she got her tears under control she looked up at him again, afraid of how he was looking at her. She didn't think he was perving at her, since the time he had walked in, he hadn't even looked at her figure in an ogling and perverse way. Her hair fell in front of her face once again, and she moved it behind her ears, revealing her full face now to him. Biting her lip she tried to gage his reaction to the words that had just come tumbling out of her mouth. He seemed shocked and concerned, however, she wasn't sure what he was feeling, she didn't even know how she felt at this moment. All she knew was that she hurt all over, and that this was in deed her fault.
"The...the man, whom did this to me....he...he's a guard here...." she whispered in a small voice looking into his eyes, hers filled with fear, hurt, and embarrassment. Her arms wrapped around her tighter as a shiver ran up and down her spine at the idea that someone that was suppose to be here to protect her, actually did the opposite of that. Her eyes were wide, and the began to become teary again, but she blinked her eyes a few times and blinked the tears away. She needed to get back to her dorm, she needed to get cleaned up, she needed to take a hit, and she needed to have a drink. However, now she wondered if it was safe to go back to her dorm, he would know it was hers and he would know where to find her, and he would be able to do it again. Fear covered her face, and she looked down trying not to think about that.
He touched her shoulder, gently, but it still startled her a little and so she winced lightly. "...what happened..." that was one question she really didn't want to answer, but she knew that she needed to, that she had too. "I didn't want to go to class, so i came in here for a smoke," wisely she omitted the cocaine part. "And he came in here, i guess checking, and he grabbed me by the arm," tears formed in her eyes, and she didn't look at him, embarrassed at what she was admitting to him, "and he pushed me up against the wall, his hands were all over....they were everywhere....touching....and groping. I tried...I tried to get him off of me....but he hit me...he hit me a lot, and then he started to rip my clothes off....I couldn't get him to stop....and he forced himself on me...in me...oh god....I'm so dirty....i'm so sorry..." her words trailed off and tears began to again roll down her cheeks. She was embarrassed, and scared, and just wanted someone to hold her and tell her that she was safe and nothing was going to harm her ever again. However she knew this was going to be difficult to get, who would want to protect someone like her?
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