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exsiliumlogs2013-03-22 03:34 pm
gevurah) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-03-22 03:34 pm
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Date & Time: 22nd to the 24th
Location: a synagogue in the city
Characters: Kate & whoever else volunteered to help and/or anyone who wants to see what is going on.
Summary: can we fix it? I hope so.
Warnings: ???
The exteriors of the synagogue aren’t too shabby surprisingly, but the main door needs a good push before it can be shouldered open properly and it creaks loudly as it swings on its hinges. Bits of the walls outside are chipped and discoloured, slowly but constantly being eroded each day in the never ending rainfall that blankets the city.
Inside the building is still as cold as it is outside; windows missing entire panes or broken bits still clinging to the frames, still sharp and dangerous enough to cut deep into one’s flesh if they’re not careful enough. Wherever the windows are, cold wind blows in, and the floor beneath the sills are damp and around the edges have some mold growing. There’s also pieces of glass laying on the floor.
There’s dust and broken bits of wood everywhere. Wooden beams that are supposed to support the building lay half rotting around the building. Some of them are in the way if people want to go further into the building, so they’ll need to be carried out outside by a few helping hands. The air in the building is stuffy and unpleasant, even with wind passing in every now and then.
Honestly, it may feel more depressing inside the worn down building than it does outside in the rain that never ceases.
( ooc: feel free to tag in however as you like! characters can work together, do their own clean-up, take breaks, whatever you want. )
Location: a synagogue in the city
Characters: Kate & whoever else volunteered to help and/or anyone who wants to see what is going on.
Summary: can we fix it? I hope so.
Warnings: ???
The exteriors of the synagogue aren’t too shabby surprisingly, but the main door needs a good push before it can be shouldered open properly and it creaks loudly as it swings on its hinges. Bits of the walls outside are chipped and discoloured, slowly but constantly being eroded each day in the never ending rainfall that blankets the city.
Inside the building is still as cold as it is outside; windows missing entire panes or broken bits still clinging to the frames, still sharp and dangerous enough to cut deep into one’s flesh if they’re not careful enough. Wherever the windows are, cold wind blows in, and the floor beneath the sills are damp and around the edges have some mold growing. There’s also pieces of glass laying on the floor.
There’s dust and broken bits of wood everywhere. Wooden beams that are supposed to support the building lay half rotting around the building. Some of them are in the way if people want to go further into the building, so they’ll need to be carried out outside by a few helping hands. The air in the building is stuffy and unpleasant, even with wind passing in every now and then.
Honestly, it may feel more depressing inside the worn down building than it does outside in the rain that never ceases.
( ooc: feel free to tag in however as you like! characters can work together, do their own clean-up, take breaks, whatever you want. )
<3 thank you for your patience and tolerance
( She starts forward when he has to catch himself, widening eyes and a sharply indrawn breath her outward indicators of surprise. The adrenaline that accompanies the sudden move to act, fearing he might fall in that split second, sets her heart racing.
When he catches himself, she laughs in relief, smiling and breathing back out like she'd never had a reason to breathe in so deep, so quickly. Whoever he is, he's quick on his feet, made all the more obvious when he touches down on the ground like it's no problem. )
You won't be able to sweep up the big pieces, though it wasn't a bad idea.
( Her smile turns into one she hopes offers reassurance, shifting the basket and ducking down to crouch next to the glass. She plucks up on piece carefully, surprised at the lightness. Glass always felt like it should be heavier. She's not sure why. )
Besides, when you're helping people with an even bigger mess, what's another tiny one along the way? It'd all get taken care of sooner or later. Do you know what they're renovating this place for?
( She drops the glass into the basket, balanced now on one knee. Collette glances up at Dick, eyes wide with a thinking curiosity. Transport or Exile? Kate's project one he was called to for his own reasons, or for hers? Does it matter either way? Not really. )
/twirls
[ He gathers up a few of the more wicked looking shards in one hand before he tips them into the basket as carefully as he can, rubbing his palms together to get rid of the gritty feel of the dust. What are the odds that somehow he'd come across the same girl again? ]
Watch it, those're sharp. I wouldn't want you to get your hands cut...
<3
Isn't that supposed to be my line?
( She sets another piece in the basket. She's not so concerned that either of them will end up a bloody mess. It's something she should think about, but it hadn't registered. She's not even using her hands half so much as she usually would be. )
Good enough as new, and then what? Makes it a nicer place for people to be.
( Collette idly fingers another piece of glass, looking around and trying to see the place this used to be. Trying to see it whole again. )
I think I'd like to see it that way. For novelty, if nothing else.
( Until the next event comes along to shake up the foundations of Exsilium, brought about by the Initiative and their own actions. Blinking off the thought, Collette glances back toward her young companion. )
What about you?
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I, uh. [ He'd what? Wanted to help Kate? Wanted to spy on the other people who showed? Wanted to work with his hands again in a way that doesn't fit anymore with the life he has in the mask? ]
-I got kinda bored. Just needed something to do with my hands, I guess. And a friend of mine started it. You know Kate Kane?
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Can't say that I do.
( At least not yet. )
Which one's her?
( Looking around, she goes to pick up another piece of glass. There's a familiar face or two around, but -- she hisses between her teeth, jerking her hand back. For a moment, looking down at her hand, she only feels the cut on her finger. A thin line of disturbed flesh, slowly turning red. When blood did well up, beading, she shoved her finger in her mouth.
Whoops. Cue the somewhat sheepish grin and the vague hope the kid didn't really notice that she'd done exactly what he'd warned her against. )
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He drops his outstretched arm and then glances back at the new girl just in time to catch her expression as she's sticking her finger in her mouth. He tsks and shakes his head, a small grin creeping up before he can help it. ]
See? What'd I tell you? [ He hops to his feet and then... pauses there for an awkward few seconds. Of course there's bandages in the bag he'd brought, tucked into Robin's utility belt. Just waiting for the disaster he's sure pretty is still lurking somewhere just around the corner. But it's yet one more thing he can't exactly whip out with an exile watching. With anyone watching.
Maybe if he's careful she's won't look too closely. ]
Hold on a sec. I might have something...
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She watches Dick instead, curious that such a young kid would be prepared with anything that might be suitable. Maybe he was a boy scout? She was fairly sure boy scouts had packs of useful junk they carried around when the mood hit.
Her "What kind of something?" comes out slurred and muffled around the finger she leaves in her mouth, moving to the side just enough to get a better look at Dick as he moves. )
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Just a bandage. You don't want it to get infected.
[ Band-aid is the right word, but if he's learned anything about this place so far she'll look at him like he's crazy again if he mentions it. He zips the bag up again carefully before he leaps over another patch of broken glass to present it to her. ]
It'll heal faster if you cover it.
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Training to be a medic in your future or something? You're an awfully handy kid.
( Not that she minds, since she's as willing to hold her hand out to him and see what he does -- or how he does it -- with a sheepish smile. )
So much for pulling the older adult card on you.
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When she holds her hand out he unwraps the band-aid as hygienically as he can, keeping his fingertips away from the sticky edges when he gently tucks it around the injured finger. ]
I'm not that much of a kid... [ Lies he totally is. ]
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( Her tone of voice is clearly teasing, while she watches the care he takes with his bandaid.
It's interesting, because she can tell he knows what he's doing. Maybe he's a clumsy kid on his own, or was around a few clumsy kids. Or adults. Some people had that tendency -- she wonders, nonetheless. )
Nothing wrong with being a kid when you still can. You'll grow up soon enough! And if you're up for taking the advice of a stranger, you'll miss out on the chance to be a kid at all if you rush forward too fast.
( It's hit and miss for the kids around here, she knows, she's seen. And she can imagine it's been the same elsewhere; but drat it all, it's fun to be a kid. Be a teenager! Not be in a hurry to grow up.
Though they all were, without fail. )
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You think I'm nine?
[ A day into thirteen, and now this. He heaves a frustrated sigh and brushes his hands together before he pushes back to his feet. His pacing is a little restless. ]
Easy to say when you're almost past it all. I bet people already take you seriously.
no subject
Me? You think? I don't know, buster, I think they pretty much only take me as seriously as I take myself!
( She was laughing. It's a more honest answer than others, and she's enjoying teasing him. )
It's a no to nine, does that make you ten? Eleven? Twelve going on eighty-three? You've got old eyes, you could be an old soul!
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But he doesn't pull away from the noogie, just blushes bright red and then rubs at his hair furiously. ]
I'm almost fourteen. [ Or, you know, just barely thirteen.
But there's something about her. Something that keeps tugging at his curiosity and with an opening like that he can't quite resist the feeling. ]
How seriously is that?
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At the moment? Not so seriously at all.
( She moves away, glancing around, back toward a group of people working as a fractured whole. )
But way more seriously overall than I want people to know, so I guess I told a little lie. ( She tells so many of them, little, big, in-between. ) People only take me as seriously as I seem to take myself.
( She smiles, eyes half closed. )
Though it does help being a little bit older than fourteen.
( Sixteen is so much older than fourteen. )
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[ He slips his hands into his pockets and for a moment he follows her gaze over to the workers. But ultimately she's just a whole lot more interesting to pay attention to, and before he knows it he's stealing another measuring glance in her direction. ]
It's not just that. It's everybody treating you like you're a kid no matter what. You have to remember what that was like.
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Hmm... I might just! But you'll understand if those memories are hazy.
<small>( Memory was a difficult thing for Exiles brought over from anywhere in the United Earth itself. )</small>
Is having people by you ice cream all that terrible, on another hand?
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Maybe there's a few perks I didn't mention. [ He grin quirks up, maybe a little teasing, this time. ]
Isn't that supposed to be one of those things you don't grow out of?
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( She grins, looking deviously over toward some of the other helpers. )
I figure this isn't a one day project. Think we qualify for a break to do a little research for the sake of urban science?
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[ Yep this place can definitely wait. He matches the grin and slings his bag (tucked-away Robin-suit and all) over one shoulder. ]
You have someplace in mind?
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You know... I might know just the place! We could even see if they've come up with anything new. Up for an adventure, my young adult friend?
( She winks, glancing back at the others before conspiratorially starting to "sneak" away. Sliding toward the closest arch, once she's slipped through it (and checked for Dick), she breaks into a run. )