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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 7:47 pm
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Late into the evening, or perhaps very late into the morning after the group had left Yuri to rest, Dove made her way back into the hotel lobby, bringing with her the icy wind from outside. In her haste to deliver Jace to his parents, she had forgotten how the temperature in the treetop city changed from night to day, and had been fully unprepared, her sweater and yoga pants having little effect in protecting her from the wintery mix. As the Redfern's hotel hadn't been far away, she had opted to go with the boy, her pokemon left behind in her hotel suite.
The meeting had been far worse than she had expected, and she hadn't expected it to be a happy parting. While Mr and Mrs Redfern had been polite, it nearly killed her to watch them take their boy away in such haste and with such relief; the guilt was absolutely crushing. She had assured them he would be safe with her and Yuri and Henrietta... It was just a pokemon journey, she hadn't known what would befall them. To make matters worse, the boy's hero had been killed by Team Rocket, further plunging him into an unstable situation. To see him break down completely in his mother's arms had been nothing short of heart wrenching.
The cold sapped away at her strength as she made her way back to the hotel, forcing all pleasant thought from her mind, and by the time she arrived in the lobby, she was shaking, not only from the cold but also exhaustion and an onslaught of emotion crashing down on her all at once. So many things still had to be done and said... So many things were so far out of her control.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 8:07 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 8:23 pm
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The call of her name, though completely harmless, would cause her to jump and give a panicked look in the direction from which it came, her eyes wide as she looked for and finally spotted Flynn.
Both ashamed for him to see her in such a state of emotional chaos and confused at his lack of clothing-- though at another point in time, she might find herself admiring it; for now, it was freezing, and she knew it all too well-- as he voiced his concern. Knowing it would do no good to shake him off and hide away, she stopped, dropping a teary gaze to the ground, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as she fought to stop shivering.
There was nothing she could really find to say to him. She was an open book, and Flynn was smart. To deny any problem would be foolish. Instead, she only shook her head, looking around the rest of the lobby to make sure there weren't many people to see her in such a state. At least she could trust Flynn.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 8:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 8:36 pm
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His sigh, though visual, felt like a stab in the chest; this was one of the reasons she hated being publicly upset. It was only an inconvenience to everyone who noticed, including herself.
She did as she was told, then accepted the cup with a trembling hand and a timid 'thank you'. Coffee wasn't her favorite, but the thought barely crossed her mind. It was a kind gesture, one that she imagined had been incredibly difficult, given the state of his arm, and she was thankful for the warmth thawing out her fingers.
When he motioned for her to follow him, she went obediently, trying to force her thoughts into coherent strings of words for when she had to explain herself.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 8:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 9:07 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 9:14 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 9:27 pm
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She kept her gaze low as he slipped into a shirt, grateful for his chivalry, even in such a subtle display. His assurance was only half accepted, though she didn't question it. When he asked her to sit, she rewrapped her arms around herself more tightly unsure of where, exactly, he meant. Though not soaked through, her clothes were damp from the weather, and not wanting to upset such a tidy room, she opted for the edge of the single chair in the room for now, still shivering, despite the coffee and the interior heating.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 9:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 9:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 9:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 10:01 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 10:07 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 10:12 pm
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