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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #d4d4d4; width: 450px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; border-left: #7E6F8C solid 6px;] { it's beyond me, I cannot       carry the weight of the heavy world. So goodnight, goodnight, goodnight. Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.     EXHAUSTION. Fleeting was the time that she managed to get a break, and when she managed one: all she felt was exhaustion. She was so tired, but, she did not care that she would be lacking in rest. Her time was constantly spent in the minds of others, seeking out information that they did not want found. She had to get close to get more information and it likely put her at risk, but, it was all worth it in the end. All she needed was five minutes, five minutes that she could simply linger in her own thoughts, to block out the world and to close her eyes for that moment. Her hands lifted, covering her ears though it would do nothing to shield out the sound of thoughts, and at least she could be in charge of the minds that she could slip into. It'd be more unfortunate if she had no control of her powers. That didn't stop the motion, the need to press her hands against her ears and the need to simply curl her fingers into her hair and to block everything out. Exhaustion eventually broke way and her form sagged against the wall she had suddenly realized she was leaning against. Blue eyes closed and for that brief moment, she relaxed and allowed herself to rest. To drop her guard and to simply rest among those considered comrades, those that she could trust. Her hands finally loosened their grip in her hair, to drop at her sides as she slowly stretched out and simply allowed her mind to go blank. Not even a book would have been appreciated at this moment. Even if she only had a few more minutes of peace left. The brief moments in which she could become someone else in a book wouldn't have eased the exhaustion she felt. For now, it was simply best to focus on the resting. She didn't know how long she was resting, how long her eyes had been closed but when they opened again, everything seemed different. Unfocused for a moment, she cast her gaze around before she slowly picked herself up from the floor. She hadn't made it to a room that was considered private, but had instead settled in the first place she had found. It was far from embarrassing, at least. She didn't expected to be judged by those who were around her, at least. Fingers lifted and briefly twisted through her hair, to try and do it up somewhat neatly, pretty in some eyes. In her own eyes, she considered the slightly wild look rather pretty. She found herself to be pretty. And she knew that she was valuable to the rebel movement. That information fueled the vain nature of the young woman, and it drove her to another level of vanity. She didn't believe that it wasn't called for. It wasn't a wise choice of action to move so quickly after she stood, as her foot caught on nothing and she stumbled forward and likely bumped a few people in her attempts to catch her footing. No such luck, as she hit the floor as quickly as she had risen. A soft curse left her lips and she didn't try to rise again, not for that moment. Her legs didn't want to agree with her. TAGS: open. WORDS: 556 LYRICS: goodnight goodnight by maroon 5. NOTES: blah. It's something, at least. :3

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[dustin wark]

[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 100px; background-color: 5a9aa0; padding: 5px; border: 5px solid #; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -4px;][/style][style=width: 100px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: Terminal; font-size: 7px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase;]WORDS: 000 words TAGS: ANN! NOTES: RAWR CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 10px solid #5a9aa0;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;]If only he had come out a few moments sooner - perhaps he could have caught her from the sudden fall, or even better before she stood at all. With a gentle frown, he slowly walked towards the female. She had been working hard lately - things were tense, as they always were of course, but lately Dimitri had been working too often to bring them news.. it made everyone cautious. Was he busy because they were planning something - or did they knew and were trying to distract him? Dustin tried to not think about it often. Instead, he worried over Arthur and how hard the leader pushed himself. He had to be the calm, strong face for everyone, but sometimes Dustin saw it slip. At night when he lay with the other - a habit he refused to break, that is, sharing Arthur's bed - the boy noticed Arthur hugged him a bit tighter. He seemed more tense, less verbal and far more down when others looked away. That wasn't the Arthur he knew, and he didn't like it. This girl was being worked horribly hard as well - she was one of their most important fighters after all. It was in moments like this that Dustin felt rather useless. Even with being different, being a mutant with a power that he can't explain and barely control - able to fight off those men with mere guns, he still felt pathetic. Merely because before him was a girl, weak and frail in this moment, and he could do nothing to ease the heavy burden on her. Dustin felt pathetic - for ever thinking he was useful to his older 'brother' and for ever complaining about something being hard. He didn't know hard - not like she did, not like Arthur and Dimitri knew hard. Breathing in slowly, the boy knelt beside the tired girl. Shrugging off his jacket, he carefully laid it over her back and shoulders, before trying to help her stand. At first he tried to pull up her shoulders, then quickly wrap an arm around her waist, to lift her up and balance her. "I got you..lean on me Annette.." He whispered weakly, his eyes locked on hers while he tried to get her fully standing. The youth planned ot get her into a comfortable bed.. and maybe some tea! Arty always gave him nice spiced tea when he was craving sleep but still restless -- it would hope her relax at least.. he hoped.[/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #d4d4d4; width: 450px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; border-left: #7E6F8C solid 6px;] { it's beyond me, I cannot       carry the weight of the heavy world. So goodnight, goodnight, goodnight. Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.     SHE HADN'T EXPECTED FOR HER LEGS TO GIVE OUT. She knew she was tired, but she didn't know how tired, how weak she had gotten. When the information provided by others was scarce, it always put her on edge. Dimitri was a mole, and he hadn't been bringing them news as often, she could only assume that they were planning something big. It was why she drove herself to work beyond what she could handle, though she thought she could. The information she pulled out, however, never really seemed to be enough, not enough to tell them what was being planned. It only drive her to push harder, she didn't think of herself in those moments, but those who were like her family. All the mutants that were part of this rebellion. She wasn't the only one working hard, she she filed no complaints and took in whatever praise she received when she worked so hard. It kept her going, at least. While on the ground, her eyes closed and she breathed in deep to try and steady her legs. She put on a smile, then, and would have attempted to laugh it off if she hadn't felt the jacket that was suddenly around her shoulders. Blue eyes opened, surprised as she saw Dustin but she did not resist the offer of help. Cheeks colored a soft red, and she said nothing at first as he helped her to her feet and then slipped an arm around her waist to provide balance. When she was settled at his side, she rested her head against him and allowed her eyes to close for a brief moment. ”I just need a moment, Dustin. I only needed five minutes. I'll be okay soon.” She insisted and opened her eyes again to smile at the young looking man who offered his support. It was tired, despite her best attempts to make it look cheerful to avoid worrying the young man. He had enough to worry about. Well, he had Arthur to worry about, and that was plenty for him -- in her mind, at least. Her body constantly betrayed her, and let on more than she was actually willing to share as she rested her head against him once more and then whispered softly. ”Maybe a few more minutes would be nice.” It was something she didn't want to admit, but, only to Dustin did she ever admit it. TAGS: dustin WORDS: 405 LYRICS: goodnight goodnight by maroon 5. NOTES: rawrlies. <3

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[dustin wark]

[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 100px; background-color: 5a9aa0; padding: 5px; border: 5px solid #; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -4px;][/style][style=width: 100px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: Terminal; font-size: 7px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase;]WORDS: 000 words TAGS: ANN! NOTES: RAWR CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 10px solid #5a9aa0;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;]Dustin didn't play that game. Forcing the girl's arm around his shoulder, a gentle sigh escaped his lips. Why was everyone doing this - pushing themselves to a point that they were probably sick? Why wouldn't they just take care of themselves! He wasn't actually angry - he was very very upset. It clearly showed on his face, his blue eyes wide and staring at her with a bit of hurt - he was hurt because she was pushed this far. "Stop it Ann! .. you are gonna sleep in a bed, got it?" Dustin tried to be a sweet boy, often opting to be quiet unless his words were needed -- at least he was silent around the other rebels, cause there most certainly was a certain soldier that got enough of Dustin's words to drive him mad -- because that is how Arthur was, and Dustin wanted to be like him. Strong, brave, trusted. It wasn't much, offering this girl help, but to him it was enough -- at least he was trying, and he never would stop. Even if she fought him, which he wouldn't listen to! He was stubborn kid, he didn't like hearing no.. he hated hearing it when he was helping someone. So, he walked with the girl, a firm arm around her waist. She was pretty easy to lead.. frowning, he peeked at her, mumbling. "Have you been eating enough? You feel too thin .. ya' gotta eat more! Can't push yourself and not.." He was fussing, acting motherly when it wasn't needed again. In moments though, as expected, that young boy's smile slowly appeared on his face, trying to ease her with his own emotions, hoping his own easiness will go to her as well. Leading her towards a proper room - which one he doesn't know, nor care, they would deal! - he helped her to sit on the edge of the bed then tried ot gently push her back, staring at the woman silently.. lost in his thoughts, they were moving so fast he barely had time to process them before has gasped then looked away.. trying to stop thinking. He sometimes forgot her power. He whispered a weak apology.. lightly flushed before moving away for a moment. He grabbed a blanket from the bed edge, then sat beside her, unfolding it, trying to lay it over her.. before sighing. "..You can tell Arthur you are tired, you know. He cares more about your health then how much you can do at one time on your own! .. he'll probably lecture you.." The boy was smiling though, leaning towards her with the back of his hand against her head, checking for a fever. ".. Are you scared something is..wrong..?" [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #d4d4d4; width: 450px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; border-left: #7E6F8C solid 6px;] { it's beyond me, I cannot       carry the weight of the heavy world. So goodnight, goodnight, goodnight. Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.     SHE DIDN'T FIGHT AGAINST HIM, not when he was trying to help her and get her to a place where she could rest. The blue eyes that stared at her, and that showed pain caused her to wince and lower her gaze away from his face. Guilt tugged at her and her bottom lip was partially taken between her teeth and chewed on. She hadn't meant to bring him pain, especially with the way he told her to stop. To stop trying to push herself harder and she didn't struggle against him. Instead, she nodded at the order he gave her, if only to keep him from worrying even more than she had brought him to already. She hated herself because of that pain that he was showing, the hurt that lingered behind his eyes. A soft apology was murmured, though she didn't move her lips at all, the thought was so quiet that she wondered if she even projected the feelings to him. But, she didn't enter his mind, so it was likely he hadn't heard at all. He led her and she didn't protest, she simply followed alongside him. Cheeks flushed suddenly at the question, though they darkened when she had realized she didn't know the answer to his question. Had she eaten enough? When had she last eaten? She didn't know. ”It might've been yesterday when I last ate. I forgot.” She mumbled softly in return, and returned the smile that she figured would be short lived after her confession. She felt worse, now, as she often forgot to keep tabs on herself when she had been so focused on the thoughts of others. She could sometimes forget what ideas were her own, or memories of eating. Guilt tugged at her more and she made a mental note that she would try to keep a list of the important things, if only to make sure not to upset Dustin again. The rebels were her family, and to upset them hurt her greatly. The room that they entered wasn't all that familiar to her, but, she hoped that whoever occupied the room didn't mind as he helped her to the bed and guided her back. Blue eyes focused on his face, and she stared up at him. Her own thoughts wandered, and was curious as to what he was thinking with that complex look that had crossed her face and she idly peeked in, only to be assaulted by the jumble of thoughts. His apology was met with a smile before she closed her eyes. ”I know. He isn't cruel, Dustin.. But, I can do more.” She insisted before one eye peeked open to stare at him. ”Don't tell him, please? I don't want to get lectured.” Her tone took a soft whine, before she chuckled softly and allowed herself to relax. Her forehead was hotter than normal, certainly on the verge of a fever that would have began if she had continued to push. The question startled her and she couldn't help but stare up at him before she looked away. ”It seems too quiet...” TAGS: dustin WORDS: 518 LYRICS: goodnight goodnight by maroon 5. NOTES: rawrlies. <3

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[dustin wark]

[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 100px; background-color: 7dacae padding: 5px; border: 5px solid #7dacae; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -4px;][/style][style=width: 100px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: Terminal; font-size: 7px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase;]WORDS: 000 words TAGS: ANN! NOTES: RAWR CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 10px solid #7dacae;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;]She was such a foolish girl. While he sat her down and began to listen to her words, his mind was already listing off the things she needed, and trying to think where he could get them fast. Still, he kept his hands on her forward and simply frowned. She was such a silly girl - she worked too hard. Dustin worried about her, about why she pushed so hard. Everyone tried, but she the most. Was she worried they would not accept her otherwise? Dustin use to have such thoughts himself, but hardly now. Now he felt safe, at home, and he wanted the same for her. He made mistakes, he slipped up and often did stupid things, but Arthur always forgave him. He simply smiled, held the child and told him how he still loved him. Weakly shaking his head, Dustin sighed. "Ann.. you worry me.. and Arthur! ..please, just relax." Shaking his head, he made sure to tuck her lightly.. then let a hand move from her forehead to instead brush back her hair, that calm, concerned look staying. She was so young, like himself. They both grew up in this place, they were alike in a sense of loyalty.. but Dustin had grown up with Arthur, with his family -- they taught him to put others first, but keep himself in check as well. "I am lecturing you! .. I am the advisor you know.. and I am advising you to stop it!" He huffed a bit.. then just stared down at her, keeping his hand where it was before slowly pulling back, looking around the room. It would not be too hard to find what he needed.. "I won't tell Arthur the details, but I am gonna tell him that you have a cold! So i am making you take time off!" He huffed a bit.. but then gently smiled. Gently excusing himself, he stood, stepping towards the door, telling her to hold that thought as he stepped out. He was gone for a while. Not too long, but enough time for him to gather what he needed. When he returned, the youth had full arms. Giving an awkward smile.. he placed down the two bowls in his hands and tugged the cloth tossed over his shoulder. He set it in one bowl, then pulled out a water bottle and pill bottle from his jacket pocket. Unscrewing it, he soon started to do actions as if in a certain order - use to them. Of course he was! With so many friends, with his false brothers and family.. he was taught how to care for sick people, and rather good at it. Pulling the cloth from the water, he rung it out then brushed her hair back once more, carefully laying it on the skin. Making sure it was settled good, he then helped her sit up a bit so it would not fall but she was at a good angle.. and placed the pills her in hand. His hand was on her back, holding her up, waiting with the water. "Take those then drink.. then I have some food - .. instant noodles, sorry. I will make you something better later! .. now, as you were saying before.. quiet.. did you mean in the moment or.. the situation in..general..?" He asked this weakly.. then watched her silently, waiting for her to drink the water before he could offer her the food.. but as this all happened, eh watched her, frowning. He was worried what she meant.[/style]

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[dustin wark]

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