flameandpassion: (Rei: Depressed)
Hino Rei ([personal profile] flameandpassion) wrote2010-08-08 12:20 pm

4 [Accidental Video]

[The PCD clicks on to darkness, at first, with the rustling of sheets and feathers. There is the quiet sound of sobbing, but it's controlled, as if the individual doesn't want anyone to hear. There's a 'woosh' and the PCD is knocked upright to show Rei sitting in her bed, shaking, her face buried in her hands. She looks exhausted, as if she's just woken up from a terrible nightmare. Tears are leaking through her fingers and hitting... what appears to be large white wings that are wrapped around herself. They, too, are trembling.]

They're not dead... they're not dead... it's just a nightmare, there's nothing bad happening, they're not even here...I wouldn't hurt them, I wouldn't...

[The voice sounds choked, forced, and desperate. She moves to push herself off of the bed, but thinks better of it. Instead, Rei wraps her newly grown wings around her, still ignorant of the PCD recording. It turns off.]

ooc: Rei has just had a nightmare about killing her friends, aka, her only family. Have at it. ♥ Also, for those that care, her wings are capable of flight because Sailor Moon physics are awesome.

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[identity profile] 2ndlt-jeanhavoc.livejournal.com 2010-08-09 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Sharing a house doesn't mean rooms are close enough to hear someone, and the PCD is the only reason that Jean is there, knocking at Rei's door.]


Rei?
Rei, y'alright? Can I come in?
Edited 2010-08-09 01:40 (UTC)

[identity profile] 2ndlt-jeanhavoc.livejournal.com 2010-08-09 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Jean looks at the door and then turns his head down toward Rei when she finally opens it. He's certainly not angry, not one damned bit angry, just concerned. Anyone under his care is under his care damnit- not only that, but if the system had more than one person with Wings, he was betting these things were the Animus if he had missed the post.]

Nah, y'didn't wake me up
[Yeah she did but he's sticking to that story.]
. Y'okay with talkin' 'bout it? Ma used t'say talkin' about a nightmare would send it packin' and I'm a pretty brave guy so, I can take scary stories.
[He smiles a bit, trying to seem supportive in that manner.]

IGNORE KEYWORDS lolololol

[identity profile] 2ndlt-jeanhavoc.livejournal.com 2010-08-09 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Jean frowns to see her so upset. He's not really used to what to do with a crying teenage girl. Ai had taught him some things, but it's never easy to see a lady cry.

He nods his head slowly.]


Why don't y'sit on down. I'll bring ya a cloth for them tears n' then y'can tell me all about it?

[When Jean takes a few steps in, it's clear he's draped something down and over his back and tied it around his neck to secure it. He places his hand on her shoulder and makes a motion for her to sit down somewhere.]


I won't be a minute.

LOL ROCKET SCIENCE REFERENCE = AMI LOLOL

[identity profile] 2ndlt-jeanhavoc.livejournal.com 2010-08-09 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Jean smiles even more wide, nodding his head when she sits down.]


No problem.
[He wanders out of the room, hopping a few stairs at a time since any form of 'heated' water is on the lower level. He grabs a basin, warm water and a cloth, (when he gets back to his world - if he lives past where he was taken from - then he's got a lot to say thank you to his mother for teaching him as a child.) then heads back up the stairs before the water gets any cold.

He balances it to knock a little tune and make sure she knows he's coming in. His house or not he's given this space to her and will respect that. He comes in after peeking in, bringing the basin and himself over to sit next to her.]


Here then, wash away them tears. That's step one from Ma's list 'a how t'get them nightmares t'cut herd.
[He would do it for her but they're uhhh .. not that close.]

[identity profile] 2ndlt-jeanhavoc.livejournal.com 2010-08-11 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jean lets her deal with the cloth and sets the basin aside so that it wont be in the way. This time he just nods his head as a 'you're welcome' and stays quiet with her. Sometimes talking just wasn't the thing to do.

When she mentions her mother and father, Jean's heart drops. It's so sad that she's not had a family, even worse that her mother passed on. At least she had her Grandfather though. Listening on, never once being anything but quietly attentive, Jean frowns at the end of her 'dream' and just how broken up she is about it.]


Well.. Y'obviously love your friends. Y'been puttin' yourself up under a lotta stress worryin' about why y'can't get any'a those spirit signals n' I think that's where y'got this dream from, Rei. You're too good a girl, too good a
person
t' end up doin' somethin' like that.
Your friends part'a this military you're in?

[identity profile] 2ndlt-jeanhavoc.livejournal.com 2010-08-11 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jean realizes the huge fail he is at comforting people. Even worse, women. Even worse than that, young women. The smile he recognizes as something that she's probably doing for his benefit.

He raises his eyebrow, ok powers he knew. She said she could see stuff in fire. That could be used for protecting, certainly. As for this 'Usagi' and her being friends, it reminded him of him and Roy- 'cept Roy wasn't a princess. In fact a lot of it reminded him of home in some ways, but not exactly since obviously there was two huge differences.

One. They're not in the same world. Two. It seemed by the code names these girls were ggiven- they're Navy.]


Well when your navy drafted ya, that made y'become more than just work buddies.. sometimes when y'work in th'military there's people y'just stick with like family- Navy's still military, from what I know. Either way.. you'n your fellow Seamen seem real close. Not only that but y'really are proud'a what y'do and it shows.

XD LOL ICON FTW~!

[identity profile] 2ndlt-jeanhavoc.livejournal.com 2010-08-12 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
[...Jean's happy that she's ...slowly turned into giggly mass of teenager, no teen should be as unhappy as she had been. Her or Ai. In fact he couldn't help but chuckle softly even if he's damned sure it's at his expense in the most friendly way possible.

In other words he's used to his derp becoming someone's giggle fest.]


....O-oh! Uh, Sorry, y'said Sailor so I figured y'meant y'worked for th'Navy.. This some kinda small special ops group then? Somethin' maybe just for your uh, Princess Moon?

1/3 ROFL Poor Jean, he knows only Hawkeye who's non-superhuman.

[identity profile] 2ndlt-jeanhavoc.livejournal.com 2010-08-12 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Quiet as always, Jean's definitely trying to digest the first bit of that. ....It makes even his world sound absolutely like a walk down the street on a dainty Sunday morning picking posies and being obliviously normal. Good Deity of Choice! He's doomed to not knowing more than Hawkeye for non-supernatural women.]

3/3 [End]

[identity profile] 2ndlt-jeanhavoc.livejournal.com 2010-08-12 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Y-yeah actually I think uh, I think that'd be real best if .. y'don't mind.
[Jean fixes his eyes on that piece of equipment that she pulled out. Ballpoint? Looks expensive. They're expensive back home, and new.]