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Post by ingridrichards on Nov 17, 2011 15:03:32 GMT 9.5
Ingrid suddenly frowned, her eyes taking on a bit of sadness. How could she tell him that he could never go back to Praxis? She had seen the live feed of the complete devastation of the city and there was no way anyone could live there until there was some serious reconstruction done. She sighed, and at that moment all she wanted to do was hold the boy and comfort him.
"Sweetie, bad things happened to Praxis. No one can live there anymore."
She hated to sound so uncaring but she felt quite the opposite. If she could she would take him to Praxis right now just so he could feel safe and comfortable again. But as it stood, there wasn't anything she could do except try to ease him into a new life above ground.
"But I promise to do everything in my power to try and make this feel like home for you." It was the only promise she could offer him at the moment.
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Post by MICHAEL MATTHIAS WINSTON on Nov 18, 2011 1:40:57 GMT 9.5
“I…I know bad things happened. I saw the bad things, a-and a lot of it hurt. I don’t even know where my mum and dad are.” It was louder than he usually spoke, and he felt embarrassed. The boy’s sunken face seemed to be thrown into perspective as he climbed off the table and passed through the light. He did have scratches and bruises on him, and there were quite a few under his clothes he hadn’t felt the need to share.
His quivering lip was something Michael was desperately trying to hide as he curled up in the corner of the room, tired and sad again. He sniffed lightly. He didn’t really control it well, a few tears falling down his face. Helen Magnus was nice to him, and this person was too, but this person might be bad, and he had to be careful. He couldn’t fight or anything.
Michael looked down and then slowly closed his eyes, sniffling. He didn’t like crying in front of anyone at all, so he was hiding his face. It was scary. He remembered all of it. And it was scary. She probably didn’t even know what it was like anyways. He wanted Helen Magnus to come back…she was trustworthy. She brought him food and clothes, and gave him a bed with sheets.
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Post by ingridrichards on Nov 18, 2011 2:16:10 GMT 9.5
Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the cuts and bruises on the small boy. When he went to a corner she rolled her chair a little closer but not much. She didn't want to crowd him, but she wanted to be near him in case something happened.
"We can find them for you."
Ingrid reached over and grabbed the two small bowls with the almonds and the cream cheese. She slid off the chair and into the floor in front of him, extending the snack out to him.
"In the meantime, are you hungry?"
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Post by MICHAEL MATTHIAS WINSTON on Nov 18, 2011 3:02:51 GMT 9.5
Hungry. He’d had a bunch of food…but he was hungry. He looked up, wiping his eyes free. He reached a small hand out and took hold of one of the almonds. He rolled it around in his hands, wondering what it was. He wasn’t sure if it was dangerous or not, but he wanted to have food.
Taking a bite was a bit difficult, seeing as he was still a bit weak, and the nut’s were a bit crunchy, but he managed. He didn’t know what the taste could compare to, he’d never had one before. Sniffling, he opened up a little bit, in terms of body language, and he took another. “Wh…what are these?” He was careful, still rolling the almonds around before he ate them.
Not for a specific purpose normally. Although, Michael did roll one across the floor, and he watched for a moment, his eyes widening and sparkling in slight enjoyment. That was cool. Maybe he could aim for something. He rolled one again, and it hit her foot, his eyes sparkled lightly at this new discovery. Cool. It was the same up here as in praxis, things rolled around just as much, but it was easier to aim, because it was brighter.
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Post by ingridrichards on Nov 18, 2011 3:35:18 GMT 9.5
"They're almonds. It's a type of nut." Ingrid chuckled when the almond hit her foot.
When she saw his eyes light up in enjoyment she relaxed slightly. It was nice to see him opening up. Maybe it was the start of something good. For a moment she watched him with the food before extending the bowl of cream cheese to him.
"Try it with some cream cheese. It's really really good."
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Post by MICHAEL MATTHIAS WINSTON on Nov 18, 2011 3:55:46 GMT 9.5
He took another few almonds, and then he scooped his fingers into the cream cheese. This in itself showed his possessiveness of his food. Michael had been deprived of food recently, so his dependance on it was rather large. By taking the scoop of cream cheese with his hands, he was showing that this amount of the cream cheese was HIS. No one elses.
He ate an almond, and then licked some cream cheese up into his mouth. It did taste good, so he did the same thing until his hands were clear of almonds and whipped cream. Then he wiped his hands on his pants and looked up at the almonds again. He'd eaten a lot of them, and the cream cheese on his face could attest to that.
"I...I like nuts." His face was slightly tinted red now, and he took one of the last few almonds, starting to roll it around on the floor. He didn't really ever have many toys, but he'd had some. His parents thought it was better to make toys, and so he got a lot of hand-made ones he used, so the boy was used to improvising.
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Post by ingridrichards on Nov 18, 2011 4:34:28 GMT 9.5
She started to pick up with the almonds as he rolled them and tossed them in the waste bin behind her. Ingrid knew he was only playing and trying something new, but it was a lab after all. They needed some consistency.
"You're not suppose to play with food. But, hopefully we can go out soon and get you some actual toys to play with.
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Post by MICHAEL MATTHIAS WINSTON on Nov 18, 2011 13:20:44 GMT 9.5
Some real toys to play with. H-he could trust people that gave him toys and food, he could probably trust her lots and lots really. Michael still had not smiled, but his expression softened as he looked to her. He mumbled something that sounded like a thank you and then looked down. The scratches from the explosions really hurt.
"C...can you fix the scratches?" This was innocent enough a question, though the "scratches" he had were a bit worse than he thought. Not deathly, but he was covered in muck and blood, so the scratches were probably lightly infected at this point. He was lucky to get away even with just that. "They...hurt." Michael tried to point to his back, still sitting on the ground with wide eyes.
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Post by DR HELEN MAGNUS on Nov 18, 2011 17:09:25 GMT 9.5
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Doctor Helen Magnus had spent most part of the morning tending to Kathryn Lawson, who was secured into the laboratory. Considering her latest outbreak in Abnormalities, Helen figured it was best to monitor her progress in a more stable environment until she could come up with a solution to managing it. In the meantime, she took a break from her research in the lab to wander off and check up on her newest intake, Michael. She still had several errands to run in the day, including finally being able to aid Doctor Ingrid, the medical doctor at the New York City Sanctuary, and her newest rare Abnormal. Will Zimmerman was nowhere to be seen, in which case she needed to get started on her filing as soon as she had time available.
Yes, Helen Magnus was indeed a busy woman. Tending to the needs of the Sanctuary network was an upmost priority, as opposed to taking care of herself. Her long, brunette locks hung over her shoulder, with a few wayward hairs that she had no time to tend to. Her navy blue blouse fit neatly over her tall frame, and finished up with a corporate black knee-length skirt. Her heels clicked in swift rhythms as she made her way back to the Infirmary. Yes as soon as she arrived, she frowned in surprise to see Michael’s bed empty.
With a quick glance around the room, she made her way back out of the room in search for the young boy. ”Now, where have you wandered off to?” She mumbled to herself, as she went directly to her office to check out the security cameras. Striding directly to her desk, she quickly accessed the security channel, in which several screens popped up at once. Scanning each with her azure eyes, she managed to pin-point the child in the main Lab. With a slight chuckle, she also discovered Doctor Ingrid and Declan Macrae with him as well. Looks like Declan had been after him, too. Helen watched as Michael began to snack on the almonds and cream cheese – Ingrid’s favourite snack.
Exhaling a relieved breath of air, she finally made her way down the old antique elevator, and directly onto the main floor of the Lab. Walking directly to them with a curious grin, she spoke, ”Ah Michael. There you are. You are meant to be resting….” Helen shot the child a slight grin, ”No matter. I see you’ve made a new friend? Doctor Ingrid Richards, it’s lovely to see you again.” Helen smiled, as she positioned herself beside the table, to get a better look at the recent Abnormal intake.
”So, what do we have here?” Helen picked up the documents that were stationed next to the box where the Abnormal was kept, in order to get details.
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Post by MICHAEL MATTHIAS WINSTON on Nov 19, 2011 3:15:49 GMT 9.5
Yes, in truth, the boy was embarrassed at being found out, he’d said he would stay in the infirmary, and rest, but he had gotten a bit curious in the fact that he was in a strange world, and strange building. He expected, as he looked up to the kind face of Helen Magnus, to find an admonishing expression. But he was proved wrong with the appearance of a rather coy grin.
Michael let his shoulders sag lightly from where they had been, tense and stern, and slowly seemed to come to terms with his being in the lab. He was comfortable around them and let his eyes brighten. He didn’t quite let a small smile out, he didn’t want to just yet, but his eyes were twinkling, as though he was already happy.
Michael was still of course a bit weak, but he managed to get up, and moved nearer to the table, standing beside Helen Magnus. She was his protector, after all. He’d decided this. Being so young, the little boy didn’t really have much pride. Perhaps other young boy’s his age did, but due to the recent catastrophe in his life, he’d most likely reverted to be a bit more child-like, searching for someone he could depend on. Helen Magnus had very quickly become someone Michael felt happy being near, and he felt protected. Ingrid seemed really nice as well, so he looked over the table watching the little abnormals chest rise and fall.
There was a look in his eyes, one that seemed to be full of wonder. Now that he really looked at the sleeping creature, he had a newfound adoration for it. The little animal was so cute! His fur was really vibrant too. He didn’t care if Alto, the creature, had a dangerous power; Alto was just so precious and small. It made him feel a little close to the creature already.
Though it seemed he was itching to ask, he didn’t. He wanted to ask so badly, ask if he could pet the little fox-guy. But he had to be good, and not mess things up. His hands moved to hold onto the table that was in front of him, it was balancing him on shaky, skinny legs. His back hurt a little more, the scratches were really bothering him now. Most likely the dirt that had at least gotten into them caused that, but he didn’t want to show it hurt. Right now he was feeling happy, and fixing things that hurt always hurt more. So, he continued to inch his head a little closer to the abnormal.
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Post by ingridrichards on Nov 19, 2011 14:36:48 GMT 9.5
Ingrid picked herself up off from her sitting position on the floor. She was about to pick little Michael up and place him on the table beside Alto when Helen had walked in. It would be a lie if she had said she didn't want to run and give the good doctor a hug at that moment. But she wanted to preserve some sense of professionalism so she simply smiled broadly, happy to see the woman she called mentor.
Ingrid put her hand on top of Michael's head for a moment. "It's nice to be back, Doctor Magnus." She replied before gently picking Michael up and placing him on the table beside Alto so she could get a better look at his back and tend to his scratches. Slowly she lifted the back of his shirt up and winced at what she saw.
His cuts weren't deep enough to require stitches but they were all visibly red, meaning that there was a slight infection. Letting the shirt back down she went to over to one of the cabinets and grabbed some bactine wash, some gauze and tape. Ingrid put the supplies on the small cart beside the table before looking up at Magnus who was going over what little report she had typed up.
"I'm not sure how to classify him...or her. I've never seen one like it, but I've been calling him Alto." Ingrid looked over to Alto who was still sleeping as Elvis filtered through. "It seems like a Siren offshoot from the high, ear bursting pitch he produces when provoked. Though I suspect he may be from Hollow Earth. I'm still running some blood work though."
Once she finished speaking she lifted Michael's shirt once more and dabbed a bactine soaked gauze pad over the cuts. Luckily the bactine was cool and comforting, not burning and irritating. She just hoped he didn't pitch a fit from the sensation.
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Post by MICHAEL MATTHIAS WINSTON on Nov 20, 2011 0:15:04 GMT 9.5
Michael was staring at the abnormal when his expression changed suddenly to surprise. His eyes widened a little bit, and he blinked quite a few times. She picked him up. She put him on the table without even asking. He took a breath. He trusted her, right? That meant she could pick him up, right?
He crossed his legs, sitting up a little bit. Due to the slight pain it caused him to have her fix up his rather…messy…back, he was wriggling a little bit. Something liquid was on there, and it made them feel better, but they still hurt, and were uncomfortable. He looked over at the animal. From home, huh? Well, he wouldn’t tell them if he’d seen the animal before or not. No way. Not unless asked.
“A…alto is cute” He really wanted to play with the animal. He’d been able to play a lot around praxis, and he’d most definitely seen an animal looking a lot like alto. Sometimes they were even different colors. Michael soon became annoyed with the scratches on his back and he wriggled a little bit more. Watching alto at least calmed him, because he imitated the calm breathing. Michael attempted to turn on the table to face him.
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Post by ingridrichards on Nov 24, 2011 14:04:21 GMT 9.5
"Hold still, sweetheart," Ingrid told Michael, putting both her hands on his shoulders to stop him from squirming so much. She didn't hold him for long before going back over to the cabinet to see if they had any lydocaine salve. Luckily, they did so she brought it to the table and used some on Michael's back to numb the area of the cuts so he couldn't feel any of the uncomfortableness from them.
As she rubbed on the salve and bandaged the cuts she looked back up to Magnus. "The music seems to calm him and he's an omnivore. Turkey on the bone is his favorite meat and rosemary is his favorite plant." Ingrid sighed and chewed on her bottom lip as she looked over at Alto. "And I gave him a peppermint candy just to see how he reacted. It was like giving a toddler twenty pounds of sugar."
Ingrid finished patching up Michael's back and pulled down his shirt. She stepped in front of him, brushing another strand of hair from his face. "How does that feel, hun? All better?"
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Post by MICHAEL MATTHIAS WINSTON on Nov 24, 2011 14:17:20 GMT 9.5
Michael looked towards the young animal again, and he turned his head. He did feel better, so he nodded, and the boy spoke softly.
"He's still a baby" Well, he was probably older than most young animals, but they stuck around for a long time, and most likely little Alto was going to have quite an appetite as he was still growing. He watched the others in a pack like Alto's, the abnormality was common, to him, but not a lot of abnormalities probably weren't anymore, due to the recent issues his home faced.
Michael took the opportunity of his back being done to get off of the metal table. He looked around the room, trying to find something to do. There were a lot of machines in there and a lot of different sounds, sights, and textures. He moved closer to the door for a moment. It was really easy to move around in here, so he could probably go outside when he wanted. Maybe he'd bring alto.
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Post by ingridrichards on Nov 24, 2011 16:42:29 GMT 9.5
Ingrid smiled at Michael's comment. It was something she had suspected but without any text to go by she wasn't 100% sure. But if Alto was indeed from Hollow Earth then Michael would know more about it that she did at the moment.
"What else can you tell us about him, Michael?" She inquired, hoping to get the boy to come out of his shell a bit more.
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