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Post by Sarré Jupal on Feb 9, 2009 17:58:48 GMT 1
It looks like a normal chamber to attend the sick in the Jedi Temple's infirmary. But there is only one bed in the room that looks like a mad Shistavan went crazy with his light saber in there. The scratching marks on the wall could be from a predatory race like him - if the Healers had not been very much aware of the fact that the marks has been made by the chamber's only inhabitant.
She sits on the bed, curled into a human ball, as if she is in pain. But she's not. Not physically. Her hands presses against her temples, ripping her hair, and her lips are moving, speaking an endless stream of words. The green eyes are filled with tears and looks with a dead stare at something - or someone - invisible to others.
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Post by Chapaa'ai on Feb 9, 2009 18:16:14 GMT 1
There is a quiet knock on the door, though the being standing outside knows he will recieve now answer. However, he always knocks on the door before entering it. He tells himself that is a way of letting her know, he means her no harm. He carefully opens the door enough for him to get inside, and quickly enters the room, his branch tapping against the floor as he moves. The giant Wookiee stands just inside the room, and gently closes the door behind him. For a few moments, he just stands there, looking at the poor girl on the bed.
[Hello Sarré] His Wookiee voice is never more gentle, than when speaking to this particular human.
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Post by Sarré Jupal on Feb 9, 2009 18:39:10 GMT 1
She startles. Not by the mentioning of her name. By the gentle humming speaking her name.
The green eyes break from staring at the wall to look at the Wookie. For a moment she looks frightened, in the edge of letting herself running away again. She pushes herself back on the bed, preparing for the attack to come...
Then the green eyes lightens up, as they recognize him.
"H..ello.." Sarré's voice is only a broken whisper. She wants badly to say something more, but her voice fails her, and she bows her head with a whimper.
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Post by Chapaa'ai on Feb 9, 2009 19:01:37 GMT 1
The great Wookiee slowly walks towards the young girl, sitting down on the edge of her bed. A low, creaking sound is heard, but the bed carries his weight. He chirps gently.
[Young girl, it has been too long since I visited you] He looks at the young woman. So afraid and alone. He wishes he could take her for a walk in the gardens. Make her smile again. Ever since the passing of her Master, Chapaa'ai has felt responsible for her.
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Post by Sarré Jupal on Feb 9, 2009 19:13:12 GMT 1
Sarré looks up again with new tears running down her face. For several minutes she looks at the great Wookie. Then she crawls a little closer and reaches out a hand to touch his arm.
Her relief shines like a bright light through her misery, as she feels the Wookie fur beneath her fingers. "Master Chapaa'ai..." This time she can push the words over her dry lips. Then she throws her arms around the Jedi Master's neck, as much as her arms can reach, and hugs the Wookie, sobbing of relief.
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Post by Chapaa'ai on Feb 9, 2009 19:44:57 GMT 1
Chapaa'ai hugs her with one arm, the other still holding the enormous branch. He holds her tiny body close to him, and gently pads her on the back.
[There there girl] he hums quietly. It scares him how thin she is. It seems like he could easily break her in two.
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Post by Sarré Jupal on Feb 9, 2009 19:56:40 GMT 1
Sarré seems to feel a little more safe with the Wookies furry arm around her. As her sobbing disappears, she pulls away, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Her eyes stares at the floor beneath her feet.
"He was here. I saw him. He was standing right in front of me. I..." She buries her face in her hands. "... Scared."
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Post by Chapaa'ai on Feb 9, 2009 20:06:38 GMT 1
Chapaa'ai closes his big, furry hand around her tiny (in comparison) human hand.
[You saw who, my child?]
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Post by Sarré Jupal on Feb 9, 2009 20:17:30 GMT 1
"Him..." Sarré point with a finger on her free hand to a corner of the chamber. Her other hand is holding Chapaa'ai's paw, like a child woken from a night mare would. "I saw... him. He was standing right... there... gave me a flower... red like blood.... a flower of pain..."
She shakes her head violently. "No.. no, no, no, no..."
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Post by Chapaa'ai on Feb 9, 2009 20:28:29 GMT 1
The great Wookiee gently pads the back of her hand.
[how long ago was that, child? Just before I entered?] The wookiee places his arm around her, pulling her to him again.
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Post by Sarré Jupal on Feb 9, 2009 20:35:42 GMT 1
Sarré shakes her head again, but seems to be a little calm, feeling the Wookie's strong arm around her. "No... long ago..." She points at the wall with the scratching marks. "He.. I tried... to run. He laughed at me..."
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Post by Chapaa'ai on Feb 9, 2009 22:28:54 GMT 1
[did he now, did he?] The Wookiee strokes her arm gently.
[Did he say something to you child?] Chapaa'ai looks around in the room, sighing quietly. That poor girl. To see what she was capable of when she had her fits...
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Post by Sarré Jupal on Feb 9, 2009 22:48:46 GMT 1
"Nooou... Just... laughing." Sarré whispers. "But I know... he will never let me... be safe.." She looks disturbed around in the room, as if something is missing.
"Where is my Master?" Her voice breaks into a squeak, and she moves uncomfortably. "Why isn't she here??"
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Post by Chapaa'ai on Feb 9, 2009 23:12:04 GMT 1
[Shhhhyy...] The Wookie shh'ing sound isn't like that of a human. It is deeper, and seems to come from their stomach. He rocks the girl gently.
[You are safe here, my child]
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Post by Sarré Jupal on Feb 10, 2009 0:36:35 GMT 1
Sarré sobs and rips frustrated in her hair. "He will eat my soul... Master... he will...." She squeezes her eyes tight together and tries to breathe between her shortlived sobs. "... a flower of pain... blood... fur... where is my Master? Where is she??"
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Post by Chapaa'ai on Feb 10, 2009 0:50:08 GMT 1
[Your Master cannot be here now, Sarré] the Wookiee's voice is a sad, almost whimper.
[But I will let no harm come to you, little one] His gigantic paw strokes her hair.
[He cannot reach you in here]
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Post by Sarré Jupal on Feb 10, 2009 1:03:36 GMT 1
Sarré slowly stops sobbing, calmed by the Wookie's words and his strength that she somehow seems to feel through the Force. She falls silent, closing her eyes, as the Jedi Master strokes her hair. For a moment she sits there, like a child longing to be hold and comforted, to be told that everything is going to be all right.
A little smile blossoms around her lips. It is not strong - but it is there.
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Post by Chapaa'ai on Feb 10, 2009 1:13:52 GMT 1
Chapaa'ai bares his teeth in a warm, Wookiee smile, and hums happily. It is not much, but it warms his heart that there is just a little hint of a smile on her face.
[Now, my friend, is there anything you need in here? Things to make your days more interesting? Reading or drawing materiel?]
He knows the healers should probably be consultet first. And that there's little chance of her being able to even read the most simple sentences. Or draw anything. But he tries to make his visits as "normal" as possible.
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Post by Sarré Jupal on Feb 10, 2009 1:27:24 GMT 1
Sarré looks around at the messed up chamber. "I...." She stops, as if she suddenly forgot how to speak. Then she looks up at Chapaa'ai and smiles more clearly, though her pale green eyes doesn't seem to be present. "... want to...." She moves her hand a bit. "... to write."
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Post by Chapaa'ai on Feb 10, 2009 1:41:57 GMT 1
Chapaa'ai tilts his enormous head a bit, then nods slowly, smiling to her.
[To write, my dear girl? What do you wish to write?] He is still stroking her hair, as that seems to calm her down a bit.
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Post by Sarré Jupal on Feb 10, 2009 12:18:30 GMT 1
Sarré puts a finger to her temple. "... pictures.... words in my head, Master." she answers, and her smile grows a little wider by the stroking of her hair.
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Post by Chapaa'ai on Feb 10, 2009 12:29:17 GMT 1
Chapaa'ai strokes her hair gently, smiling to the young woman.
[What a fine idea, my friend. Do you wish me to bring it to you now, or shall I just bring it next time I visit you?]
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Post by Sarré Jupal on Feb 10, 2009 13:03:29 GMT 1
"Next time..." Sarré sighs deeply. "I do not. Want to be a problem."
When Chapaa'ai smiles at her, she seems to lighten up clearly and smiles back. Then she hugs him again.
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Post by Chapaa'ai on Feb 10, 2009 18:57:16 GMT 1
[Oh, but you are not] Chapaa'ai chuckles deeply when the young woman hugs him again.
[You have never been a problem to me, dear Sarré] His enormous Wookiee arm holds her close to him a few moments, before releasing his grip a bit.
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Post by Sarré Jupal on Feb 10, 2009 23:24:26 GMT 1
Sarré smiles at the great Wookie, as she pulls back, when he releases his grip. "I tried to write... before..." She gestures with one hand at the corner, where she had seen 'him'. "... but I didn't have anything to... so I used my arm." She holds out her arm which is bearing a whole web of scratching marks. Some are actual letters, others are just scratches.
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Post by Chapaa'ai on Feb 10, 2009 23:29:44 GMT 1
Chapaa'ai's fur ripples as he sees the young woman's arm.
[Dear Sarré] He shakes his big, furry head.
[You shouldn't have done that, didn't it hurt?] Her carefully strokes her "wounded" arm.
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Post by Sarré Jupal on Feb 11, 2009 0:12:28 GMT 1
"Thank you, Master..." Sarré bows her head in a nod. Then she looks at her arm. "Didn't hurt.. but not good to write on. Too much blood."
She looks up at Master Chapaa'ai. "Are you sad?"
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Post by Chapaa'ai on Feb 11, 2009 21:30:09 GMT 1
Chapaa'ai strokes her hair and forces a smile to her face.
He gives he a hug.
[can we make that a deal?]
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Post by Sarré Jupal on Feb 11, 2009 22:57:42 GMT 1
Sarré nods. "Yes, Master. I won't write on my arm again. I promise." She holds up a hand over her heart, before she grabs her blanket and puts it around herself to keep her from becoming cold.
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Post by Chapaa'ai on Feb 11, 2009 23:06:22 GMT 1
Chapaa'ai gently tucks the blanket closely around her tiny body, presenting her with a full-teethed Wookiee smile.
[That would certainly make me glad, my child]
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