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[avasa_edan]

I sit hunched against the wall of my home, one leg pulled close to my chest; the other wrapped around the ankle. I curl my fingers through my hair, slowly pulling it out by the handful. There’s a woman shopping for school supplies, shallow and without purpose. Peter Nicols contemplates whether he should leave Amanda Bishop alone this year -he loves

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[cassie_newton_]

I'm out walking again. Dad's aparently decided that drinking is far more important than anything else ever. Including my wishes. Oh well. School'll start soon. Then I can not be in that environment. I pause in my steps. Something's coming.

Wait...someone?

[avasa_edan]

“Shouldn’t be out tonight, no, no. Not safe, not-” There’s a girl, blonde, Dawn’s age. Cassie Newton. Art student. Visionary. She sees me, her eyes wondering but uncertain. I want to tell her I’m safe, but the others won’t let me.

“He wonders how you’ll protect yourself.”

[cassie_newton_]

I see someone...talking to himself? I hesitate, but only for a moment before I take a few steps towards him. "...Hello?" I ask, "Are......are you okay?" I ask like I'm not sure it's the right thing to say. I hope he's okay. He looks kind of...distarcted? Lost? Something.

[avasa_edan]

I take a step back, one hand to ward her off while the others works at a knot of hair at the back of my head. There’s a boy on a cliff, contemplating suicide. Somewhere a baby cries, the mother’s doesn’t care, “Need a fix, need to shut that baby, quite shhh shh baby, it’s okay. It’s okay.”

I crouch down on the ground, rocking back and forth. “Tears, tears for the dead, missus. Oh, she’ll never understand what I-call me a slut, who does she-shut the fuck up, baby!”

[avasa_edan]

He stares at her and taps the side of his head rapidly, “he hears you.”

[cassie_newton_]

"Oh." I say. Which is probably unnecessary if that's true. I blush. "Well....okay, hi. Can I have your name? Or maybe a clue as to how to help you? There's the plants...?" I'm really trying here.

[avasa_edan]

“Anya, Dennis, Frank. Can’t access, can’t remember,” he taps his head rapidly again.

He paces back and forth, frowning, kicking at the dirt. “Plants? Plants!” He scares her, he knows. Coming to and fro, as a tide. A brief moment of clarity before it comes rushing to the shore, taking more sand with it as it goes back.

“Avasa,” I say finally, wondering how long the control will last. It was never this difficult.

[cassie_newton_]

I smile softly at him at that. "That's a nice name." I say. "Tell me how to help you, Avasa." I request. "And I promise I'll do my best to do it."

[cassie_newton_]

He helps me hold the cloth in place, but...he looks really sad. Something's the matter. "Hey..." I say to get his attention. "It's okay...still not sure what to do to help you, but I'll do it, promise. Now that we're not in danger of getting our necks ventilated, can you tell me how to do that?" I ask, smiling at him reassuringly.

He looks all...vulnerable. And sad, and...I'm noticing he's very cute. Which is so very not the issue here. Helping him. That's the issue.

[avasa_edan]

She asks him if he's okay, gone were the days when he knew the answer. There's no control, no moving, just a complete sense of loss. Of inability ...I look at her, my vision is hazed and I don't understand why. She thinks I'm cute? I blush.

Focus.

"I--I need to go home. Can you find Dawn--tell her he needs her, can't keep loosing," he breaks off.

[cassie_newton_]

I think I pick out what that means. "Dawn. Um...I know a Dawn...sorta...well I know her friends I think....is she you're...um...nevermind not important." I say. Dawn. Here's hoping that she knows what I'm talking about when I find her. "Can I help you get home? I can walk you...I'm really not keen on leaving you like this. Please?" Not keen at all. There were already vampires tonight, what else is out there? Not good things and he shouldn't find any when he's feeling like this. Period.

[avasa_edan]

Too tired to argue, he resigns himself to the fact that he was the one in need of being escorted. He nodded once, and offered the girl his arm. "T-T-Thank you," he managed through clenched teeth.