Build a casket for my tears

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 7:23 pm

Samantha unlocked the room, leaving the door open for Nailah as she went in and turned on the lights.

She seemed reluctant to touch... anything... with the hand that has blood on it as she went to find her robe.

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 7:25 pm

"I... I can wait outside if you'd prefer." she says, stopping just inside the door.

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 7:26 pm

"I'm not leaving you out there," she mumbled. "I'm not..."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 7:38 pm

"Just don't want to make you uncomfortable." she says, closing the door and doing her best to blend into the room in the most inoffensive way possible. For a moment she thinks it's uncanny how... easily she does it and how familiar it feels and then immediately feels ashamed about it.

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 7:41 pm

"Too late for that," she mumbled.

"...but I'm going to put myself right."

Her robe over her arm, she started towards the bathroom.

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 7:45 pm

"Right..." she mumbles and looks around the room as she waits for Sam to finish.

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 7:47 pm

She shut the door behind her, and the water began to run soon after.

It covered the sound of sobbing.

Mostly.

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 7:50 pm

Just keep it together. It's not your fault. Are you sure? It might. It's this place. God knows you feel like crying. Just... don't. It only... only... the train of thoughts ends before it can really get anywhere but she shudders anyway, wrapping her arms around herself.

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 7:53 pm

Eventually the water stopped. There was the sound of a blow-drier after that, and faint noises of fussing.

And then an awkward pause, with just breathing near the closed door.

All the while, the wolves on the walls kept their quiet vigil.

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 7:55 pm

"Are... are you okay?" she asks after a while.

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 7:57 pm

"...yes," came the sheepish answer, muffled by the door.

The knob turned and it swung open. She'd done her hair up. It seemed such a silly thing when she was still in her robe, but she'd felt the need. She hurried across the room for the screen near the dresser so she could get changed.

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 8:06 pm

Now it was Nailah's turn to blush and turn her back.

"Just tell me when you're done..."

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 8:08 pm

Samantha for her part certainly wasn't straying from behind the screen, as she hastily dressed. Finally she let out a breath and stepped out, fully clad.

"I'm... sorry to make you wait."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 8:13 pm

"Don't. I understand." Really? Because you could stand to clean yourself up too...

"Now will you talk to me please?"

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 8:14 pm

"I don't... know what to tell you. You're mistaken when you say we met before, Miss Weaver."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 8:21 pm

"What if we forgot? Like Steve forgot his parents had died..."

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 8:22 pm

"No, something's... something's trying to trick us."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 8:29 pm

"I watched you leave. When I came here. You were leaving. And then you just turned around. Steve seemed to recognize you too. Whatever is happening here it's making us forget."

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 8:30 pm

"Is that what you think this is? Remembering? These... these are things that didn't happen. They couldn't happen..."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 8:36 pm

"I don't know what this is, but I'm scared. And not just because of what happened here. I was when I came here, I was running from something. But now I don't remember... Only calling your name, I do remember that, even if I don't know why or even who you are."

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 8:43 pm

"And that's what seemed... so damned familiar when you..."

"...and my hands..."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 8:47 pm

"Is it okay if I keep calling you Sam?" she asks very carefully. "It feels right and it's the only thing that does around here..."

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 8:55 pm

The question was out of left-field almost, and broke her from her distracted remembrance of bloody hands.

"It... it almost scares me that it does."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 8:58 pm

"Why? I think right now the both of us could really use a friend."

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 9:01 pm

"So you're not remembering..."

"...no, of course you're not."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 9:03 pm

"Remember what? Please, tell me..."

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 9:07 pm

"That..."

She hesitated.

"...that my hands covered in blood was familiar too."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 9:11 pm

"May-maybe it was harmless... You c-cut your finger or something." She doesn't sound very convincing. Not even to herself.

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 9:17 pm

"I don't... I don't want to believe that was really me, Miss Weaver."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 9:30 pm

"And I just want to go home..." But do I? Home where? Back to... NO!

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 9:31 pm

"You don't sound like you believe that. You didn't the day I met you, either."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 9:38 pm

"N-no... I don't. I don't want to be here but I don't want to go home either. Home to... to... I don't know. I don't even remember what I'm running from! O-or who..."

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 9:41 pm

"Or who," she echoed with a sigh.

"Familiar isn't always good..."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 9:50 pm

Blood. Screams. Panic. No... that had come after the running, hadn't it? Then why was she here?

"I... I don't know." she wrings her hands. Yes you do. She blinks and for the first time really notices the thin stripe of lighter skin on her finger, staring at it like her finger just fell off.

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 9:53 pm

"...someone you left behind?"

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 9:58 pm

"Or running from..."

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 10:02 pm

"Someone who was special to you, once."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 10:04 pm

"I... I'm not sure. Must have been, no?"

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 10:06 pm

"If you were wearing his ring? Aye."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 09, 2012 10:09 pm

"Right..." she mumbles, but for some reason a shiver runs down her spine.

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