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Post by The Ninth Doctor on Oct 11, 2011 15:06:28 GMT -5
Millicent stared at him for a very few long moments. She took the cookie anyway and looked at it. She put the cookie down on the table and picked at one of the scabs on her face. It was a bad habit of hers. She placed her hand on the back of her neck. She was starting to feel the sweats, she wasn't sure if that was psychological or if she was starting to go through withdrawals already. Her gaze twitched back to Rio. "How do ya know that's what i need?" she asked staring at him with her bright green eyes, which were right now unblinking. She sighed and her gaze switched down to her hands again, which were on the table now. "How can you help? How can anyone help me?" she muttered the last question and picked up the cookie nibbling at it. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Rio Keâts on Oct 11, 2011 17:51:58 GMT -5
Riocard returned her gaze steadily. His own green eyes kept hers, a lazy smile on his lips as he waited for her to speak as he held the cookie out towards her. Finally, after seconds that seemed like hours, she averted her eyes to the cookie and took it from his hands. A triumphant smile quickly replaced his carefree one. He leaned closer to her, crossing his leg as he took a few gulps of his chocolate milkshake. “How do ya know that’s what I need?” she asked, bringing her eyes back up to an intense staring contest. The Frenchman shut his eyes and distracted himself by playing with the bendy straw. “How can you help? How can anyone help me?”
The questions made him bite his lip harshly. He cut his eyes over to the Doctor, trying to subtly shift closer. He knew he had to do this on his own. He’d taken on this task – fix her fix her – and he didn’t want to fail. Riocard took a deep breath, training his eyes back on the bendy straw. If he went around this the wrong way it could end up disastrously. He’d heard of druggies overdosing if they tried to quit cold turkey and relapsed. He didn’t want to leave a scar on the young girl.
“It’s what everyone needs. You don’t want to live your life like this forever, do you? Waiting for your next fix? Nobody wants a life like that.” He licked his lips nervously, digging his fingernails into his kneecaps. “I used the drugs to forget myself sometimes. It worked, for the most part. When I was chasing my imaginary bandersnatches, I could forget everything that had happened to me. I could forget about… a-about…” bête, bête, bête “…bad things.”
He paused, momentarily flustered by his weak speech. He put his hands over Milli’s and smiled warmly. “Come on, mon lapin. We are not so different. You were hurt as bad as I had been,” he said kindly, sincerely hoping that that wasn’t the case and no one had lived through what he’d had to endure. “But I got better. And you will, too.”
Riocard moved his hands back to his lap, watching as she continued to eat her half of the cookie. How was he going to help? He had never really been addicted; it had just been a mild curiosity and temporary reality-replacement. “I won’t hurt you. I help people. I help the poor and the broken and the miserable. And pretty young women who hurt themselves.”
He turned his gaze to the Doctor, and offered a bright grin. “A bit like a Doctor-in-training! A nurse, if you will. Except without the medical training…” he trailed off thoughtfully. “I have been a makeshift doctor sometimes. Stitches, amputations…”
The grin faltered, his thoughts once more returning to his father. He had tried so desperately hard to save his papa. “I forgot what point I was trying to make. I’m sure it was important, clever, and charismatic, though.”
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Post by The Ninth Doctor on Oct 11, 2011 20:16:40 GMT -5
"What if i do want to live like this forever?" she asked without looking at him. She sighed under her breath and glanced at him through under her eyelashes. The truth was she was looking for a reason to quit she just couldn't find a reason why she should quit. No one cared about her. Her mother hated her for being gay. She didn't have a girlfriend anymore. She had had one but she broke her heart and split it into pieces and stepped on it. No one cared about her. She didn't have any friends. Who would want to be friends with a freak like her? She didn't know that she was half time lord. Hell she didn't even know what a time lord was. She didn't even know about aliens. She always thought there had to be other living creatures other then humans, but really didn't think about it other then that. Either it was her mind telling her that she was something different then a regular human or something, but she always found herself looking at the stars and staring at them for hours for no apparent reason. "You can't fix with whats wrong with me," she glared at him. "No one can." She partly hated herself for being so different and partly hated herself for being a lesbian. What she meant by what's wrong with me, was being gay. She ran her somewhat long fingernails against the table when he said he wouldn't hurt her. Everyone hurt her. Even her own mother! She looked at the cookie and finished half of it and pushed it away, back toward Rio. She glanced at him when he said David was a doctor in training. "I don't like doctors," she muttered, "I don't like nurses either." She glanced at him again when he said he couldn't remember the point he was trying to make. "Your probably trying to say that if I went through withdrawals that I would have a medical person around to take care of me, or some darn like that." she shrugged. Milli was tired of being depressed. She was tired of being lonely. She was tired of feeling so hated by her own mother. She was tired of hating herself. She was so very tired of wanting to die. [/blockquote] |
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Post by The Second Doctor on Oct 12, 2011 11:42:21 GMT -5
The Doctor smiled warmly on as Rio took matters into his own hands. He thought the Frenchman was doing great. Apparently, Milli did not.
"What if i do want to live like this forever?"
The Timelord frowned.
"I understand," though judgement was visible in his eyes.
"You can't fix with whats wrong with me," she glared at him. "No one can."
The Doctor glared right back fiercely.
"No, we couldn't. Living for something that can only harm you, becoming so wrapped in it that you start believing the world is out to get you, vile thoughts invade... I can't save you from that."
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Post by The Ninth Doctor on Oct 13, 2011 16:17:11 GMT -5
Millicent glared at him. "Horrible thoughts always invaded my mind, even before the meth! When i was younger I always disliked myself. The meth had nothing to do with my self hatred. Being different made me hate myself. Being gay did that to me! My mothers hatred did that to me." Tears started to roll down Milli's pale face. "Have you ever been in a place were you've felt so out of place, so alone that it was killing you inside? That's what it was like here. I always felt so... alone." Her tears wouldn't stop, and she didn't know how to make them stop. This is why she used, because all these self hatred feelings killed her. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Rio Keâts on Oct 16, 2011 13:46:48 GMT -5
“What if I do want to live like this forever?”[/i] she countered. Riocard fell silent, the grin slipping off his face quickly. He hadn’t quite expected that answer. He had expected her to admit that she didn’t want to live like that forever – because he’d never met somebody who wanted to amount to nothing – and that she needed encouragement. He looked over to the Doctor, startled as the man uttered something understanding. Riocard looked down at him, a seed of doubt planted in his head now. He hated seeing the Doctor disappointed, especially when Rio was one of the contributing factors to that disappointment.
He clenched his fists. “You can’t fix what’s wrong with me,”[/i] she sound, glaring at him now. Rio clamped his mouth shut, grinding his teeth from irritation. “No one can,” she said.
Rio stood from the table, trying to calm himself down. “Never tell me what I can’t do,” he said, voice a low growl. He bit his tongue and took a seat, sipping on his chocolate milkshake viciously. “If I want to do something, I will. If I want to save someone…” he trailed off, voice choking slightly as he realized he hadn’t been able to save the majority of people he’d loved. “I’ll try. I always try.”
“No, we couldn’t.” We? Rio questioned silently. “Living for something that can only harm you, becoming so wrapped in it that you start believing the world is out to get you, vile thoughts invade… I can’t save you from that.”
“When I was younger I always disliked myself. The meth had nothing to do with my self hatred,” she snapped. Rio stared at her, face flushing as she continued ranting. His grip on his milkshake tightened. “Being different made me hate myself. Being gay did that to me!”
That hit Rio like a punch in the stomach. His face drained of color and his grip tightened on the milkshake so much that the Styrofoam cup broke in his hands, leaking chocolate on his hand and lap. “Yeah,” he mumbled in answer to her question, looking down at the broken cup in his hands.
“I can’t change you if you don’t want to be changed. It’ll be hard, sure, but nothing worthwhile is ever easy,” he said with a mild shrug. “Hey, what’s that one saying? Somethin’ about a journey with a thousand miles starting with a step?”
He sighed and crossed his arms. “Anyway. The choice is yours. Accept the offer of two handsome strangers who want to – and potentially can – help you, or return to the dredges of society where you will, eventually, die alone and miserable?”
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Post by The Ninth Doctor on Oct 20, 2011 18:20:33 GMT -5
Millicent sighed outwardly as Rio finished talking. It was a bad nervous habit of hers to tear up her face and rip the scabs off of it. She raised her hand to her face and started to pick at a few of the bad scabs on her face, though she had many. A lot of them were from her taking meth and she would spend hours ripping off her skin picking at any bump or blemish, hardly even feeling it. Her gaze didn't raise back to either of them. The young woman was still crying. "What would you do to help me?" she asked still not raising her gaze. By her voice and how it was shaky you could tell that she was still crying. [/blockquote] |
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Post by The Second Doctor on Nov 10, 2011 19:10:29 GMT -5
(Pass)
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Post by Rio Keâts on Nov 12, 2011 19:31:16 GMT -5
Rio lowered his eyes as she began to pick at her face again. His own hands moved a little, as though he were contemplating removing her hands forcefully from her face. However, he sat on them to keep them from moving. “What would you do to help me?” she asked. Rio bit his lip and looked over at the Doctor for support. The Time Lord seemed rather absorbed in not helping him out at the moment.
Fine, Rio grumbled to himself. I've got this.
“Uhm, I don’t know.”
What? No, we’ve totally got this.
“But I’ll find a way,” Rio said, touching her shoulder gently. “You know? If you want to be helped, then there isn’t anything stopping you from trying, right?” he said.
Which was, in all truths, another way to say that he was in way too much over his head and he had next to no realistic idea how addictions worked.
Lovely.
“Please don’t cry, Milli.”
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Post by The Ninth Doctor on Nov 23, 2011 22:50:39 GMT -5
Millicent kept noticing that Rio kept looking at the other man. She wondered why. He seemed to be noticing something about him that she wasn't. Well he did know him so that would make sense. Rio also seemed slightly nervous as well. "I guess," she responded to his question. She started to chew on her thumb nail again. She breathed outwardly in a shutter again. She was wishing the feeling of anxiety, the feeling of sadness would go away. But she knew it wouldn't right away, anyway. [/blockquote] |
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