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Post by Timur on Sept 20, 2016 0:53:58 GMT
So much pain. So much loss. So many mental disorders.
Well, that last part was thought by the guy who had been assigned to make sure he didn't try to kill himself or anything and try to treat him and his many disorders. Make the ptsd and the nightmares and the anxiety all go away. Convince him that he was safe here, and there was no need to be scared of being left behind. He had done a pretty good job so far, Dean felt rather safe here, but he was still depressed and sad and on lots of medication.
Dean hadn't gotten here at the same time at the others. No, he must of been forgotten or something, or maybe there had been a limit on how many people they could take over at once until they needed to rest again. But he had gotten there it hadn't been pretty. Dean had been a mess really, his brown hair tangled and matted, he became skinnier and skinnier as he couldn't figure out what was good and what wasn't in such a new strange form. There was still the sadness to deal with, that Birch had died on his watch and that Fawnpelt died too, and lark had forgotten him. Dean felt alone, and in this world he was more alone than ever.
Luckily he was found and taken care of, but when the kind person realized that he had nightmares and sometimes talked jibberish about cats and not being from this world, they had sent him to the mental hospital. He had fattened up a little by then, but not enough to be a healthy weight. So they had to treat that too, on top of getting him used to new foods, on top of all the other things he had that was wrong with him. Though they had done him good, a lot more good than if he remained in the streets. He was no more than six, and had already come to a close encounter with a near death experience in this world- starvation.
And now there was a case here. Dean had heard of the deaths but didn't bother about them. Why would he? He didn't know them, wasn't responsible for them, and honestly didn't care if it came for him next. It would put an end to his misery at least. He didn't know it but it was a wraith again, and since all it needed was one simple touch Dean was very possibly the next victim. That was why he would see new faces at lunch today. He didn't like today's food so he just sat there. Though these new faces weren't new patients, they were in nice suits and not in what one usually wore as a patient. So this got him curious. Who were they?
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Post by Pebble on Sept 20, 2016 1:31:22 GMT
Fawn would gladly stand beside Sam when there was a new case about; she actually enjoyed questioning the victims. Except, she never questioned. The new harness said it all. She was a fake FBI dog, which she enjoyed very much. Sam warned everyone not to touch her since she would bite; which she would. She was also there to sniff out things and guard them, just like an actual K9 force pooch would. However, Fawn could personally go without the harness. It was sadly required.
Today, the floors were slick and Fawn was having trouble walking on them, her paws sliding out from under her occasionally. She tolerated it though; she could do this. Oh hey! Lunch time! Maybe she could convince a patient or two to sneak her a little grub. She doubted though. I mean, Sam warned them of her biting habits.
As she sat there, looking at the patient Dean was currently talking to, a new scent caught her attention. She turned her head to it, perking her ears and sniffing. No. No! There was no way! She rose, tail wagging slowly as she caught the trail. With this, she would pull on the leash, tugging Sam away from Dean and following the scent. She nosed her way around tables, past people, and under a few chairs before she saw the source. A little boy, a few years older then Birch. She wagged her tail faster and moved a little faster towards the boy, confusion but professionalism in her stride. As soon as she reached him, she put her head on his lap, sniffing him over. She smelled him for the longest time before making her decision. She sat back, tail wagging extremely fast with joy.
It was her boy. Dean.
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Post by Timur on Sept 20, 2016 2:27:47 GMT
Sam noticed a bit of a tug on the leash, which quickly turned into a lot of tugging. "What is it Dixie?" he asked, following her as she went over the floor. What was it? Then he spotted who she seemed to be after. A little boy. Looked a bit like his brother in all honesty. But the kid seemed scared, and it showed as she drew nearer and nearer. Sam tried to give him a warm smile, but soon enough he yelled and scrambled away, spraying spaghetti on him. Oh yay that was going to be fun to pick up.
Oh great. A dog too. There hadn't been many dogs in stormclan. A couple Dog hybrids, but even fewer actual dogs. Wait, was it coming his way? He stiffened. Yes it was definitely coming his way, faster and faster too. But this one would bite! Did he do something wrong? Would the other bite him? Why was she sniffing him? Oh whatever the heck there was out there please don't say he did anything wrong.
His mental battle would show physically to. He was stiff, a classic fight flight or freeze response to a possible threat. His face showed fear, and his heart rate increased. His breathing changed a bit too, and his eyes widened. She wasn't going away, why wasn't she going away? She had the intimidating outfit and everything! Not to mention that her teeth had a bit of silver in them, that had to hurt when but. Her head rested in his lap, and his mouth started to go a bit dry. Her nose kept on moving, smelling probably. Surely he didn't do anything wrong? One of the people were with her too. Big, muscular it seemed, scary in his opinion. Very tall, very big, very very intimidating, even with the smile.
And then he couldn't take it anymore. Poor Dean. Poor Dixie. He let out a yelp and scrambled out of his chair, knocking over his lunch and scraping his knee in the hard floor in the process. He didn't care though. Then Dean would scramble away from the scary dog, crawling under someone else's table and hiding behind the other's leg in fear. Please don't say it followed. Please don't say it followed.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 20, 2016 2:49:28 GMT
Of course. Dean would be afraid of her; she was a canine. Similar to foxes. The creatures that had attacked him... the day she had mentally scared the kid. Her flinch was visable as he scrambled away from her. Her green eyes grew slightly upset as she watched her own flesh and blood scramble away from her, to go to a complete stranger. She knew he didn't know her... it was just as bad as Sam loosing his memory. Oh, this was horrible.
And suddenly there was a kid. Gripping her leg. Probably 6 years younger than her; that was her guess. Now what was a twelve year old doing here? Well, she was basically one of the patients, allowing the people who worked here to believe she was. Ah. The benefits of her powers.
But that didn't matter. It was the terrified kid at her leg that did. She peered down at him with wide brown eyes before looking up at Fawn. Oh. She had scared him. She stuck her tongue out at the dog before looking at Dean again.
"Hey, kiddo, you okay?" Her voice was soft and gentle, a motherly tone she had picked up from her own mother. The poor kid was terrified; of course he wasn't okay.
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Post by Timur on Sept 20, 2016 15:23:30 GMT
Sam's gaze would follow where the kid had scrambled off to, and when he looked up to see the face that belonged to the leg- Pebble. The archangel. Daughter of Lucifer. Just his luck that whoever that was had crawled over to her. He froze for a moment, just enough for Dean to detach himself from her. Sam would just have to pretend not to recognize her wouldnt he? Ok she was off of her leg, but he was also curled up into a ball. Most six year olds were happy and bubbly and talking a million words a second. This one hadn't spoken a word since they had been here. know him? he asked through their telepathic bond. She seemed to of known him, and quite happy to see him too. However when he scrambled away she seemed disheartened. By now Sam had managed to wipe off most of the spaghetti, but there would most definitely be a stain. He half-awkwardly put the used napkin back down on the table. They would pick it up. Now he did his best to put on a not-scary and hopefully warm face, and would start walking over to the other. His actions weren't too fast but not incredibly slow either, almost as if he was approaching a cornered mouse he didn't want to scare away, but less stalkerish. He and Fawnpelt had accidentally scared him, so he wanted to apologize and prove to him that there was no reason to be scared of them. Couldn't go too wrong, right?
It wasn't her relation to the fox, it was more of his pretty much Pantophobia. Fear of everything. The trust no one lesson he had learned over in stormclan had become more of a trust nothing to him. He definitely wouldn't trust her when she claimed to be Fawnpelt. Mama fawn was dead. You couldn't reverse that. Brother birch was dead too. Mama lark forgot him. All the people he had once been able to trust ripped away from him, it would be hard to get him to trust again. He knew Pebble's leg right now to be a temporary comfort, probably not to be used again. A spur of the moment flee. She spoke to him again and that's when he realized she was quite young. The tone however reminded him too much of mama fawn, too much of someone he had once known. Too much of someone who was right in front of him actually, but he didn't know that. Right now the only thing holding back the tears of being reminded would be his medication. It was dulling the sadness felt so it was about as effective as hitting a brick wall with a piece of paper. The medication was really the only thing keeping him from bursting into tears right then and there. It was quite obvious he wasn't ok, but who would he be to admit it? However instead of responding, he would slowly let go of her leg and curl up into a ball in the corner where the seats met the wall. A ball that actually felt quite comforting to him. A ball that actually wasn't good for his health. It was teaching him to not trust others for anything, and he was able to draw comfort from only himself. Soon enough the one who was helping him would come by and make things better again, that person was probably the one person he almost trusted right now. He hadn't opened up to anyone about his massive losses and pain yet, he didn't trust anyone enough yet. The people there couldn't get him to open up. When Dean glanced up again he noticed that he had gotten the food on the big scary guy, but luckily he didn't look to unhappy. Then he swallowed again, whoever it was was walking towards him. Did he do something wrong? Please don't say they were going to hurt him or take him away. Oh dear please no.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 20, 2016 21:49:37 GMT
Fawn wouldn't responde to Sam's question, only lick the spaghetti off of herself and some off of the floor, like a natural dog would. She felt Sam start to move towards Dean through the leash and she raised her head to look up at him. Sam. Crouch. Get to his level. Trust me. She told him through the Telepathic bond. You won't scare him as much. If you get close enough, hum a familiar tone to you. She added, instructing on how to comfort her son. Pebble moving caught her attention and Fawn pulled back, telling Sam to stop. Two people approaching would definitely scare him even more... she would know. He was like a wild animal at this point, which he was. He was an animal, trapped in an unfamiliar form and place. StarClan, what had they done to him?
Pebble's heart twisted for the young boy, her soft spot for anybody younger or extremely older than her showing in her eyes. She ignored anybody else, focusing on the little ball as she approached on steady feet. As soon as she reached him, she sat criss cross, slouching as to make herself seem as small as possible. "Hey, kiddo. I'm Pebble. The dog over there is Dixie. She didn't mean to startle ya; she likes you." She spoke calmly and quietly. "She wouldn't hurt you. She's a big old teddy bear, trust me." She added, still speaking in her soft tone. Maybe she could help this child?
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Post by Timur on Sept 21, 2016 3:37:06 GMT
She didn't answer his first question, but did give tips for how to not scare the poor kid. So he would crouch, attempting to appear smaller. He didn't get close enough to hum, and he felt a small tug on the leash which he knew was Fawnpelt telling him to stop. And he saw why, Pebble was approaching him. No he didn't want Pebble near whoever it was, but he didn't want to scare him. Not scaring him was more important, so he stopped. Actually, it would probably be a good idea to talk to the kid, he could schedule an appointment or something at a better time. Come back later probably. So Sam would get back up and walk back towards "Dixie", telepathically noting her of his new plan.
The big guy was walking towards him. He didn't like that. Well Dean assumed, he wasn't looking, but could hear his footsteps. Then he looked up, and saw Sam coming towards him. That wasn't good was it? FBI written all over him, whatever FBI was. He crouched, but then Pebble also came over to him. Two people, both of which he didn't know, coming at him. One was still young, but the other was big and scary. This place hadn't done anything bad to him, it was the world where he had been a feline. He would of turned out a lot different had he been born here. However, Pebble got a bit too close for comfort, and he buried his face back into his knees and whispered to himself, almost a prayer of sorts, that she would go away if he stayed still and didn't respond. Right? They always did if he was patient enough. So he stayed there in his ball, fear eating away at him in his chest as he silently willed the other to go away. But then she spoke. Big old teddy bear? Kiddo? He had no idea what a teddy bear was. Probably wasn't good. She claimed that the dog hadn't meant to scare him. Dean peeked out for just a moment, and when he saw just how close Pebble was he ducked back away. The big guy had stopped he noted, but Pebble was too close for comfort. She'd go away soon enough he knew she would. They always did. And once she went away he would be fine again, well as close to fine as he could get at this point.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 21, 2016 3:46:47 GMT
Okay so. This kid didn't seem to like people being too close. She could respect that; she hated people too. But this kid was terrified, he didn't mean to hate. Okay, so let's give the kid some respectful space. As soon as she made a tiny move to scoot back, the kid peeked out but then ducked away again. Pebble took that as progress. She scooted back about foot before settling down again. She avoided looking at him, knowing just how anxiety inducing a person staring at you could be. "So, what's your name? As I've said, they call me Pebble. You can call me Peb if you want, kid. I don't mind." She spoke again. Maybe she could gain his trust? Find something in common! Yea. As far as anyone else was concerned, Pebble was a patient. That was one thing... but she couldn't come up with a reason why. Hmm. "Do you like to draw?"
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Post by Timur on Sept 21, 2016 3:58:06 GMT
She seemed to be leaving, slowly, but it ended up she didn't. Just shifted a bit it seemed. He didn't want to look out yet, not when he had an idea of where she was. She spoke again, giving him her name once more. Pebble was a weird name in his mind, but it was similar to Rockkit, a kit from the nursery. Dean didn't want to talk to her, he was probably happier by himself doing whatever activities had been given to him for the day. It was likely for him to repeat them to fill in the gaps of free time where he didn't have much else to do. She didn't seem to be going away just yet, maybe a little more waiting? Usually people left by now, when they realized he wasn't going to talk back. She spoke again, asking him if he liked to draw. Kind of yes, he had actually quite a lot of drawing activities because of his younger age, but he wasn't good at it by a long shot. Dean simply kept his head tucked between his knees, still curled up into his ball and hoping everyone would go away. Or maybe the helpful guy would come. Either one worked for him.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 21, 2016 4:22:28 GMT
Unfortunate for the kid, Pebble was determined. She wouldn't give up so easily. She hated giving in. What was she even determined about? Hell, she didn't know. She was determined about something and that was good enough for her. "I like drawing; I draw in my free time. That or I read and write. Because let me tell you, reading is fun. Especially reading Aesop fables." Maybe telling him a bit about herself would help? "Aesop writes about talking animals that also teach you lessons. One time, this fox was hungry and he saw a crow with a piece of cheese. He told her her wings were beautiful and he wished to hear her sing. Flustered, she opened her beak to sing and she dropped the cheese. The fox got it and ate it, leaving the bird." She told him the classic and personally her favorite. She risked a glance at him, awaiting his response.
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Post by Timur on Sept 21, 2016 4:31:44 GMT
Dean had heard a bit about reading and writing over in stormclan. He couldn't do either yet, but maybe in the future he'd learn. She continued to speak, he listened to her words to see if there was anything he might need to know. Talking animals got his interest, but once she said it was to teach lessons he became uninterested. It was one of those things where it was supposed to be funny and he was supposed to learn something from it. You couldn't really learn if you didn't trust your teacher. Dean was willing to wait her out, maybe say "go away" if the need arose. But that's all he planned on saying anytime soon, or doing really. If she went away he would likely go back to his room. If she didn't he'd remain in a ball until she got him to open up enough to speak, which with him being Dean it could take a while. If pebble was determined that wasn't his problem, she just had to prove she was trustworthy. Why? Because he was done of being forgotten, done of those he loved dieing on him. So if he didn't know anyone, he couldn't lose anyone important to him. That was his strategy so far in the world, and it was a bad strategy for a six year old who still had his whole life ahead of him.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 21, 2016 4:47:27 GMT
Huh. Still a rolly polly. Pebble thought for a minute, wandering what else to say. "I'm sure you have a favorite color. Mine is green, because it's so cool but yet so passionate. It seems to represent how the most quiet of us can be the most passinate. I feel you're a green." She spoke again, voice still calm and soothing. She sighed deeply. "What's your favorite movie or show? Mine favorite show is Supernatural." She spoke. "You should watch it sometime!" She added. "Oooh. The reminds me; what is your favorite food? Mine is steak. Yum!"
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Post by Timur on Sept 21, 2016 23:19:32 GMT
Nobody had talked for this long. How long would she go on for? Dean had a vague idea of what tv shows were, but considering he didn't talk much it wouldn't be a surprise. Honestly his favorite food was still mouse, but that wouldn't settle well with most people, if anyone. She seemed really determined, but Dean was pretty scared. It would take more than just one sitting to get him to talk to you, as Pebble would soon learn. If she didn't leave soon he'd leave, and she would have to try again later. Opps.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 22, 2016 0:50:25 GMT
Pebble would patiently wait for him to trust her. If there was one thing that working with hell hounds taught her, it was patience. Everyday she would go to the puppies, food in one hand and toys in the other. First times, yeah they cowered. They would leave after a while. Second day, yeah she'd get bit. But after a while they would trust her. And she guessed Dean was the same way. Scared at first, but trusting later on. "Do you like board games?" She would ask, probably not going to get an answer.
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Post by Timur on Sept 22, 2016 15:14:36 GMT
~~warning warning for a time skip time skip warning warning~~
In their first encounter, he had ultimately fled. Dean hadn't wanted to talk to anyone but that one guy who had helped him in his time here. But with quite a bit of persistence on Pebble's side, Dean had eventually warmed up enough to hold a basic conversation. It was more trust than most anyone else had gotten so far. He still didn't fully trust her, but he was willing to talk to her. In fact, that was what he was doing right now. The dog and the guys hadn't come back, so right now he was as at ease as he'd ever be. He had decided to sit across from her at lunch this time. This would be his first time talking from her, it couldn't be too hard or different than how he had talked in the clans, right? "I'm Dean." he said a bit awkwardly, unsure of if socializing was different in this world too. Though a heavy weight was lifted off his shoulders by not having to care for his siblings, a different kind of weight had settled on the young males shoulders. Maybe today Pebble would get him to trust her enough to tell her about it.
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