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Post by EILIA TIFIEL on Sept 28, 2013 20:00:00 GMT -8
tagged: KYU-SIK MOON. time: may 9th, 10:30pm. notes: rp swap. Most people would not have bothered with a hospital. Her injuries were relatively minor, considering what she'd been through. There was a small localized burn on her shoulder that could use some tending, and then there was the general pain in her lungs--too much smoke all at once. Her skin had a reddish tinge, more from irritation then any actual burn, and everything put together had put her very low on the hospital's wait list.
At the very least her other symptoms had subsided. There had been no sign of the dragonfly, no sign of anything odd or out of place. She'd already contacted her therapy team, but there was no way to get medication any earlier than the following morning. It simply couldn't be done. She needed an upgraded dosage, and that sort of heavy antipsychotic simply couldn't be rushed. It was too delicate a process, and the side effects could be a lot worse than hallucinating a dragonfly.
Even if most wouldn't have bothered, Eilia had spent most of her life with medical care close at hand, and she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep if she didn't get it at least checked out. Even if they'd only give her some painkillers and bandage the burn properly, that was still worth the peace of mind for her.
Even if it was going to be a long, long wait. She sat off to one side of the waiting room, resting in the chair and trying not to doze off. On one hand, she was beyond exhausted, about to pass out at any moment. On the other, she was kept awake by intermittent and unfortunate coughing that she couldn't stop. That was perhaps more concerning than the throbbing pain in her shoulder, the burn hole the fire had left exposing it to the air.
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Oct 1, 2013 8:13:10 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 9th
tag | Eilia
words | 466 | It had been a busy day, and still it seemed Kyu-Sik would not be able to find some much needed rest. However, it wasn't all that bad. The day's evening had ended on the good note of dinner with a friend, which was a very rare occurrence for a boy who didn't really value his friendships as much as he probably should have. It was a wonder the friendship existed at all considering how easily he had drifted from any of the friends he had in high school. Normally he would have turned down the offer of food and gone straight home to find something else to do. Lately, though, things had been anything but normal. And it hadn't been a bad decision in the long run. He had still gotten a lot done for the day and he had a good meal on top of that.
Rather than feel regretful over the lost time, the boy was actually in a rather good mood for once. How long that good mood would maintain itself was still in question. When the Korean boy did finally get home that evening, he was greeted in the hallway by a cheerful looking father and a bassoon case. There was an errand to run. While he was used to weird errands popping out of the blue from his job at the tailor's, his parents' store usually never made deliveries. There had been the occasional house call for a piano, but most people never even questioned that they'd have to pick up their instruments from the store. This was a special occasion, though. Seung-Sik had an old sick friend in the hospital who wanted his bassoon brought to him. Being the dutiful son he always had been, he never minded running errands. Kyu-Sik didn't even hesitate in his agreement to make the trip there and back.
Was he regretting his time management of the day yet? Not just yet. However, he did let out a hefty sigh after talking with a nurse about where in the world he could find the person he was supposed to be making the delivery to. It would apparently be awhile before he could even visit the man. Something about bathing and bed times, but that they'd see what they could do. It was getting a bit late.
The waiting room was busier than he thought it would be in the late evening, but Kyu-Sik took the bassoon case over to the nearest available seat: the one beside the brown-haired woman who seemed a little less than fine. He frowned with some uncertainty before addressing her. "Sorry, is anyone sitting here?" He didn't want to take the seat of someone who might have needed it, or who might have already been using it. Better safe than sorry. |
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Post by EILIA TIFIEL on Oct 1, 2013 17:27:41 GMT -8
tagged: name. time: date & time. notes: NOTES. She was lost in her own thoughts and the little pang of pain when someone spoke to her, startling her out of her reverie. Her eyes went up, looking over the boy for only a moment before shaking her head.
"No one is sitting there, no. It's free." People tended to leave a spot between themselves, but the waiting room was relatively full, and those spots were quickly filling in. The boy was tall and thin, and if she had to guess she'd have said he was about her age--maybe a year younger, maybe a year older. He looked calm and collected and decidedly not injured, which put him at odds with almost everyone else in the room. Eilia's wound was fairly minimal, and aside from the occasional twinge if she moved her shoulder, she could have been fine.
Of course, the burn was more or less exposed under the burned fabric, and she'd learned not to try and cover it with her hand. It only made things worse, caused more pain and discomfort with every little bit of movement.
"Are... you here for someone?" It was probably too personal a question to ask, but she was curious. He was carrying some kind of a case, and he seemed to have no injury at all. There didn't look like there was anything wrong with him, but she had been around too many hospitals to simply assume he was well just because she couldn't see anything. |
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Oct 7, 2013 8:23:05 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 9th
tag | Eilia
words | 315 | "Thank you," he said with a polite nod, giving her a bit of an apologetic frown as well. He hadn't meant to startle her. Most of the people in the waiting room were obviously there for some reason or another. Some were clearly sick. He imagined the people with more severe injuries were already being taken care of. However, he figured that a few of them were just there for loved ones as well. Kyu-Sik wasn't really the type to pry into a stranger's business, so he wasn't about to go looking over the woman for visible illness or injury. He had a bit more tact than that.
Instead, he calmly took his seat, setting the case down beside him. It wasn't that heavy, but it was nice to put it down for awhile. Now it was just a matter of figuring out how long he was going to have to wait there for. The young man sighed to himself and started looking through his bag for his knitting needles, as he usually defaulted to that when he was waiting around for something. However, before he could pull them out the woman spoke again.
Kyu-Sik hadn't expected her to speak any more, but he looked back up at her and nodded again when she did. "I guess you could say that. I have something for a friend of my father's and I'm not really sure when they'll let me take it to him…" He trailed off, briefly glancing up at the ever-busy nurses. He wasn't upset, of course. Hospitals had rules for a reason, and it couldn't have been easy to juggle all of the people waiting. "What about you?" Making conversation wasn't something he usually did. While not bad at it, he realized that it might've been rude to ask about her situation. However, as he already did, he couldn't really take it back. |
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Post by EILIA TIFIEL on Oct 9, 2013 13:32:11 GMT -8
tagged: name. time: date & time. notes: NOTES. Eilia had long ago noticed a subtle difference when you were in the hospital. You could tell who had been there before, who frequented hospitals. Not hypochondriacs, of course (who had their own little signs and signals), but those who had simply been around hospitals enough to know the routine. They knew all their numbers by heart, and took clipboards to fill out paperwork before even being asked. They saw no problem in making small talk with others in the waiting room, nor with keeping themselves busy. A first time visitor might pace and worry, but a regular would settle back to chat with a neighbor. Urgent care didn't necessarily mean they were in a whole ton of pain, and for someone like Eilia, who had been through so many hospitals that they had become a matter of routine, they held no place in her heart. They were just the same as anywhere else, no more a place of dread then the local coffee joint.
Even so, she was aware that not everyone was like that. Some weren't interested in small talk. It seemed that the boy that she'd spoken to was, and she gave him a little smile, eager for small talk. Anything to distract her would be fantastic, and people distracted her best of all. She really didn't mind if some people might have thought the question was a bit too private, because if someone did ask her something she didn't want to share, she'd simply say as much. It could be awkward, yes, but she'd never really struggled to say 'I'd rather not speak about it'.
Visiting, then. Not even visiting a friend, but a friend of a friend to drop something off. Mentally, she couldn't help but find herself amused by the whole thing. It was just so astoundingly normal. So regular. She'd have done anything to have normal back, but she wasn't stupid enough to think it was going to happen any time soon.
"Just a little burn. It's nothing urgent, but my normal office is closed and I wanted to have it checked out." There was no telling how it was going to turn out. It could be infected, and it probably would need to be scrubbed down and sterilized to make sure there wasn't anything wrong. |
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Oct 11, 2013 7:58:06 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 9th
tag | Eilia
words | 340 | Kyu-Sik couldn't even pretend that he had been to the hospital all that often. In fact, even when someone in his family was actually sick, trips to the doctor were avoided as often as possible. Prescription medication was replaced with his mother's remedies of over-the-counter medicines, rice porridge, and kimchi. Kimchi was a cure-all. Bandages and ointments around the house solved most other problems. Their health insurance was, unfortunately, not the best thing in the world, and they somehow did fine without many trips to the emergency room. Being responsible and often cautious children, the twins somehow managed to avoid most accidents like broken bones, as well.
While the hospital wasn't necessarily a place that he dreaded, he couldn't say he enjoyed being there at the same time. He wasn't sick and he didn't like feeling as if he was in the way of something else. However, he did have a reason for being there. As late as it was, he was going to patiently wait there as long as he needed to. Or at least as long as he was capable. His sleep hadn't been all that sound after the incident with the giant snakes, but he still had a job to get to in the morning.
"Ah, well at least it's not urgent," he replied. He had been burned before by a soldering iron or while he helped cook, but it had never been anything nearly bad enough to see a doctor for. However, he wasn't going to fault anyone for doing so. He still wasn't intensely looking her over for the burn, and he had no idea what her idea of little was. However, he couldn't help but be a vaguely curious.
The black-haired male just chose to feign some understanding for the time being, all while trying to think of a way to ask how it happened without actually asking the question just yet. "Probably a good idea to see someone depending on how you got the burn. You wouldn't want it to leave a scar." |
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Post by EILIA TIFIEL on Oct 14, 2013 8:05:01 GMT -8
tagged: name. time: date & time. notes: NOTES. It was a good thing it wasn't urgent. Eilia rarely had actual urgent issues, but an issue was an issue, and she was fairly sure sleeping would be painful with the burn on her shoulder. Even if it wasn't hurting so much right then, she also wasn't applying any pressure to it. Depending on how she lay, she might be pressing a whole lot of pressure to it, and that would just be... well, painful.
She hadn't thought about it scarring, but it possibly would. At the very least the skin would be discolored, even if she didn't think it was bad enough for it to make one of those puckering, ugly burn scars. She gave a little nod. "That was my thought as well. It wasn't exactly a clean burning fire, so I'm worried it might get infected as well." Who knew what sort of things could be found in that kind of fire? She actually wasn't even entirely sure what the fire had been. It could have been anything, but to her it had looked like a fire breathing dragonfly.
Not that she was going to actively volunteer that information to anyone but her psychiatric team.
"My name is Eilia, by the way." It was rude to talk to much and not introduce herself, so she opted to do so fairly early. It seemed she had little else to do, and while it looked like the boy had something on hand--knitting?--she couldn't be sure if he was interested in talking or not. Possibly he could knit and talk. Possibly he'd prefer to knit. She supposed he'd probably politely disengage from the conversation if the latter was so, and if so she was going to have to keep an eye out for it. |
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Oct 18, 2013 8:28:21 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 9th
tag | Eilia
words | 310 | While patiently waiting for a reply from the brown-haired woman, he did manage to fish his knitting out of his bag. He was using what he had left of the mint green yarn that he had purchased at the craft store the other day. Originally he was going to make another hat, but he decided to make what was so far a set of leg warmers. It was a little odd to be making something close to winter wear in Los Angeles, especially in May, but people on Etsy would buy just about anything. Knitting didn't require that much thought, but he liked to exercise his brain enough by making different things. Still simple, but making the same things over and over again would've gotten dull.
However, he still looked back up at her to let her know that he was listening when she started talking again. It would've been weird to start a conversation and then just ignore her, as easy as it would've been in a hospital waiting room. He still kept himself from directly asking what kind of fire it was, but he made a slight frown and nodded. As he typically thought of fire as something to sterilize other things, he started wondering what it could've been burning off of. Some kind of chemical fire? Hm. "That doesn't sound fun, but at least it's probably fine if you're getting it checked early."
Though Eilia wasn't a name he could've claimed to have heard before, it was still a bit more normal than some names he had been hearing lately. "My name is Kyu-Sik." The young man made sure to say it clearly. His own wasn't always the easiest name for others, but it was better told than written down. He figured he wouldn't have to worry about her mispronouncing it. "So, how long have you been waiting here?" |
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Post by EILIA TIFIEL on Oct 22, 2013 13:42:56 GMT -8
tagged: name. time: date & time. notes: NOTES. She was going to be fine. She tried to remind herself of that, letting the boys words reassure her. He seemed sensible enough, although it took her a moment to realize that he was actually knitting. She'd seen people knit before, albeit rarely, and she'd never seen a boy do it. Mostly old women waiting in waiting rooms, with the occasional younger girl picking it up as a hobby. She'd never really understood the draw. Eilia had no particular need to keep her hands busy. She'd learned to be still, to not go out of her way to do things. She didn't really have much in the way of hobbies, either. She spent some of her time online, and the rest was spent trying to get used to the city. Eventually, she'd have to pick up a hobby of some variety, and it was possible that knitting would be it. At the very least, she made a mental note to give it a try.
Kyu-Sik? She ran over the name in her head, trying to memorize the way he'd said it. Her pronunciation wasn't perfect, but it was an honest attempt, and it certainly wasn't mangled by any means. "Kyu-Sik? Is that Korean?" It sounded korean, but it could be difficult to tell.
"A bit less than an hour I think. But I'm low priority, and they're quite busy." She'd waited much longer for much worse, and an hour was practically easy by comparison, even if it was a tad boring. At least she had someone to talk to, and that was keeping her relatively focused. "Hopefully you shouldn't have to wait so long."
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Oct 27, 2013 6:24:23 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 9th
tag | Eilia
words | 271 | Kyu-Sik nodded, a slight smile crossing his face for just a moment. "Yeah, Korean," he confirmed. While it wasn't the most shocking thing in the world that the girl recognized it as Korean, he was still a little surprised to find that she was able to identify it. Some names were pretty similar to those found in the surrounding countries. Perhaps she had some Korean friends, or perhaps she was a fan of foreign pop and dramas. The popularity of the culture's media seemed to be growing in some areas even though he didn't find it all that appealing himself. He did at least appreciate it when he didn't have to explain the origins of his name.
"Hopefully it won't be much longer." He supposed anyway. Not having been to the hospital all that often also meant that he wasn't really sure how long was too long in the waiting room. He really didn't want to spend an hour there. Even a half and hour in the room was more time than he wanted to wait.
He fell silent for a moment while he counted the stitches in the row he was currently knitting. He hadn't really been paying much attention to what he was doing, so double checking to make sure he had the right amount of stitches in each row couldn't hurt. However, his attention was slowly pulled away by what was playing on the old television not too far from where he and Eilia were sitting. A fire on the news. Some restaurant he hadn't heard of before. "Huh. Sounds like everyone's having bad luck with fire today." |
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Post by EILIA TIFIEL on Oct 27, 2013 19:44:39 GMT -8
Partially it had been a lucky guess, but most of it had come from sharing a room, once upon a time, with a Korean girl. Eilia wouldn't have possibly claimed to have learned any more then a single word of korean, and even that word she was horribly rusty on. She wasn't even going to attempt to say hello, because the word was such a mess of syllables that she managed to trip over it every time, even when she'd been sitting with the other girl practicing. It had given her a vague understanding of how the language sounded though, and while she couldn't translate a word, she could at least differentiate it from other asian languages.
Eilia was hoping that it wasn't going to be much longer either. They'd told her as much before, but when a nurse said 'it'll just be a bit', it could be anything from a few minutes to several hours. It was possible to tell which it was going to be, and she was content to let the silent sink for a moment before the news caught her attention, eyes shifting over to settle.
At least that was real. She felt guilty for thinking it, but it was true. Either she was still having a break from reality--which seemed unlikely, considering how long it had been happening--or the fire had really happened, and she'd only had a relatively minor hallucination by comparison. She shook her head just the same. "No. That was it. When I left they were still trying to put it out the rubble. It was too close to the other buildings to spray it properly, so they had to wait for it to burn itself out." It meant it would be at least the morning before they had an accurate idea of how many people--if anyone--had been left inside.
At the very least, Eilia knew how lucky she was.
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Nov 24, 2013 9:36:22 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 9th
tag | Eilia
words | 256 | He kept listening to the broadcast details out of the slightest bit of curiosity. It didn't seem all that unusual. It was a restaurant that had caught on fire, after all. If any establishment was going to burn, it made sense that it would be the one with plenty of stoves and ovens to spark the whole thing. However, that was assuming that the restaurant's fire had started in the kitchen. He had no idea what the actual case was and he wouldn't have been able to guess the truth. Kyu-Sik spent too much time trying to convince himself that talking snakes weren't real for something like that.
That's when the girl he was sitting beside finally spoke up again. "Oh." He glanced over at her quietly, not letting the surprise show on his face. Though he actually was surprised that it had been the very same fire that she managed to get hurt in. That must have been rough. Going out for a delicious meal only to be met by a fire. She seemed mostly unharmed, which was good, but it must have been exhausting. that fire had been a few hours ago.
"Was the food worth it, at least?" That was the only thing he could think to comment. And when he heard himself say it, he knew it wasn't really the best comment to make. However, he figured that she didn't want to worry much more about her own condition, so he decided it was better than asking her what exactly had happened. |
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Post by EILIA TIFIEL on Nov 25, 2013 8:12:01 GMT -8
For two people who had seen so much, it was almost amusing how far in denial they were. People dealt with the supernatural in a variety of ways, but Eilia had a rather rock solid mental explanation. No mental gymnastics were needed. There was no need to explain that she'd lost her mind when, strictly speaking, her mind was already lost. If something strange happened, she was simply hallucinating. She simply needed more medication, and then the problem would resolve itself one way or another. Too much medication was bad for her, but seeing things that weren't there was worse. It made her useless. She might very well have seen something important at the fire, only instead she'd spent the whole time hallucinating about fire breathing dragonflies that talked to her.
Looking back, it was easy enough to take a guess at what had happened. The building had caught on fire, and the stress had triggered her hallucinations. Maybe there really had been a dragonfly, but it had never talked or done anything strange. The burn on her shoulder was inevitably from a falling spark--or maybe a flake of something burning. The curtains? Probably the curtains--a falling piece of curtain would certainly explain the burn.
Kyu-Sik's question was likely meant to be harmless, and in any other situation it would have been. Only Eilia hadn't eaten--she'd gone to the restaurant for lunch, and ten hours later she'd found herself still having not eaten. It was a good indication of just how distracted she was that she hadn't even thought about it. She hadn't realized she was hungry until he said it, and then she let her hand wander down to press at her stomach lightly.
Oh right, she was hungry.
She shook her head once. "I don't know. I had only just ordered when... well, when everything went up in flames." If it was good, then it was only so in the past tense. The restaurant was ruined, and they wouldn't be serving any more food for months, if they ever even served more at all. She paused, unfamiliar with that specific hospital, and glanced at Kyu-Sik.
"Would you happen to know if there was a restaurant in the hospital? Or... I don't know. Fast food. Or a vending machine." She would suffer through a vending machine sandwich if necessary, she just needed something in her stomach before it started to consume itself.
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Nov 30, 2013 8:05:57 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 9th
tag | Eilia
words | 329 | After eating so much shabu shabu, Kyu-Sik could comfortably declare himself full. Food was the last thing on his mind, even if he had been a bit curious as to what such a fancy establishment may have had on their menu. Still, he frowned when she told him how she hadn't had a chance to eat, and then at her question on where she could get some food. That was a predicament he wasn't sure how to respond to right away. He looked around at what signs there were in the room.
Being one who hadn't been to the hospital all that often throughout his lifetime, Kyu-Sik wasn't entirely sure of its layout. However, he did know for sure that the hospital did have a cafeteria. Was the food good? He wasn't sure and it had been at least three years since the last time he was there. It wouldn't have been his first choice of a meal, but given the situation there weren't many options for the girl. It was better than just eating a sandwich from a vending machine.
He wasn't sure when they would finally call him to deliver the instrument and helping the person he had been talking to was not his responsibility. She was likely perfectly capable of finding something to eat on her own. However, she was injured and the Korean male was feeling inclined to at least do something to help. "I know that there's a cafeteria," he finally answered. "Here, let me just leave this and my number with the nurse, and I'll help you find it."
And with that, he took the bassoon to the nurse's desk and just asked her to call him when it could be delivered. Not that finding the cafeteria would take that long, but he always liked to be prepared for any situation. When he returned, he pointed to his left. "The nurse said we should start walking that way and then take a right." |
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Post by EILIA TIFIEL on Nov 30, 2013 9:28:42 GMT -8
Eilia was definitely not expecting an offer of help. She was expecting, at best, some polite directions. Most likely he didn't even have those. Probably he'd just tell her to go ask the nurses, and sorry he couldn't be more help. Instead he stated he was sure there was a cafeteria, and he was going to help. She felt her eyes widen, surprised that he was going so far. Was it because she was a girl? Because she was injured? Or was it just because he was terribly bored of waiting, and finding the cafeteria seemed like a better use of his time?
As he took the instrument up to the nurses station to leave his number, Eilia quickly stood up and brushed herself off, reaching down for a purse that wasn't there. She still reached for it on instinct, but it had been lost in the fire along with her cell phone and a whole lot of things she was going to have to replace. She'd need a new purse, a new phone, and she'd need to replace all of her cards. Thankfully, there was at least one record she'd been at the restaurant when it burned down, which would make replacing all her stuff much easier.
As he returned to her she gave him a small little smile, starting to head the direction he'd pointed. "Thank you for coming with me. You didn't have to, but... well, I suppose it's nice to go with someone. Did you already eat?" Which was... well, at the very least she had some money, stuffed in a pocket. That was a small miracle, but she was already running short on those to begin with.
KYU-SIK MOON | MAY 9TH, 10:30 PM |
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Nov 30, 2013 10:25:18 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 9th
tag | Eilia
words | 254 | "It's fine," he assured as he picked up his own bag and motioned for her to follow him. "I already ate, but this is more productive than just sitting there for who knows how long. I'm not one for waiting rooms." She hadn't asked and he wasn't doing it because he felt some strong obligation to so. In the end, her injury wasn't any of his business. It just seemed like the right thing to do and it was a better use of his time than anything else he could have been doing. He hated being idle, even if he had his knitting to keep him occupied. There was always something else he could have been doing and right now it was helping a stranger find food.
Kyu-Sik walked into the hall, looking around for the signs and trying to remember all of the directions the nurse had given him. One of the major problems he found with trying to find his way around in a hospital was that it all looked pretty similar. There were few defining marks to let someone know where was what without the signs hanging from the ceiling, above doors, or on the walls. And even those were only vaguely helpful when one came to a place where the hallways intersected. He imagined that penny of people got lost in them without proper direction all the time.
He checked over his shoulder to make sure she wasn't having any trouble following. "Have you been here at all before?" |
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Post by EILIA TIFIEL on Dec 5, 2013 15:10:19 GMT -8
It seemed like a very long time since Eilia had a friend who wasn't forced on her by cirumstance. She had friends before the incident, but friends after had been few and far between. Those she thought of as friend were inevitably roommates, and they got moved around so frequently that it was hard to stay in touch with anyone. That was ignoring the fact that, by nature of their location, all of them had something going on, and some of the girls could change their opinion of you on a dime. Now that she was out, she had her roommates, but that was just another 'do they only like me because they have to'? It was hard to tell one way or another if they'd continue to be friendly to her if she moved out. Probably they'd be nice enough, and then they would simply lose touch like so many others had.
She really couldn't argue that it was more productive, because it was. Anything was going to be better then sitting around in the waiting room doing nothing, and she chose not to argue it as she followed behind him, trying to keep up. "Once, for an appointment. But it was a different part of the hospital, and it was just in and out. I didn't go get food or anything." It had just been an appointment, nothing else. She was keeping up easily enough, but she was having a hard time navigating, having to glance up at signs as she tried to keep track. Now, were they going to the cafe, or the cafeteria? Which of those was for staff, and which of those was for patients? "So I unfortunately don't really know where we're going."
KYU-SIK MOON | MAY 9TH, 10:30 PM |
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Dec 8, 2013 5:59:43 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 9th
tag | Eilia
words | 234 | "Ah, I see." He was holding out the small hope that perhaps she had a slightly better idea of at least the building's layout, but the more he thought about it the more that didn't really make sense. She had been the one asking him if there was anything to eat. They would just have to do their best not to get lost, though they could always ask a nurse for directions. Kyu-Sik may have been a man, but he was never bothered about asking which way he should go, especially in unfamiliar territory. Being lost would just waste time for both of them and she was probably already uncomfortable because of her burn.
He stopped at another sign, reading all of the listed destinations before settling on a direction to go in. He was fairly confident that they were headed for the right cafeteria. Even if it was the one for employees instead, they could at least be pointed the right direction after that. "I live near the area, but I haven't really been to a hospital in awhile. I think this is the right way, though."
Kyu-Sik looked over to her as he continued. "This isn't too much walking, right?" He still hadn't asked very much about her burn. He was assuming that she was alright, but he didn't want to be leading her anywhere too far away if she was sore. |
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Post by EILIA TIFIEL on Dec 9, 2013 12:35:17 GMT -8
Eilia wasn't even really trying to keep track of where they were going. She still felt out of it, vaguely dazed by everything that had happened. She was having a hard time focusing on things when she didn't have anything obvious to latch onto. Talking was a good one, letting her focus on the conversation and the person she was conversing with, but when they were just walking through the hospital it was hard to keep track of things, hard to not just sink back into her thoughts and try not to freak out over the fact that she'd clearly had a severe break from reality.
At least he talked. He didn't let her flounder for long before he lobbed a question at her, and she latched onto it desperately. "No. I can walk just fine." Walking was nice. Walking gave her something to do, and made her brain run just a little slower. That was all she needed at the moment. She needed to keep talking even more so though, and she struggled to come up with a conversation starter that would prevent her from floundering. She came up empty though, and there were several moments of long silence that seemed to drag out before she blurted the first thing that came to mind.
"Do you go to school?" Because he was about that age, wasn't he? For college or university, two places she'd likely never go.
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Dec 13, 2013 7:52:11 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
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words | 250 | Thankfully for Eilia, Kyu-Sik was doing a fairly good job at keeping them on what seemed to be the right path, despite hallway similarities. The reoccurring signs were promising even if the cafeteria was a little bit further away than he had first assumed. It was good that she could at least walk just fine. He only looked back at her again when she started more small talk.
"Oh, no, actually." He was about that age, but the reasons as to why he wasn't in any school were still a little unsettled in his mind. Or rather, it had just settled in the wrong way. Perhaps it would change eventually, but for now he wasn't going to worry about explaining that to a stranger again. That was a weird happening for someone who didn't actually like to talk about himself much, and Kyu-Sik decided to keep it simple.
Simple was best. "I work, though. I work for a tailor and I help repair instruments at my parents' store," he replied. Which would explain why he was delivering an instrument so late in the evening. He was guessing that their ages couldn't have been all that different, so perhaps she was someone in school herself? "What about you?" Just as he asked, they finally came across the swinging doors they had been looking for. Kyu-Sik peeked inside to double-check that they were in the right location, but it was hard to second guess himself.
"I think we're in the right place." |
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