Terra Branford (
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genessia2016-07-16 08:39 am
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[Bit by bit Terra's focus and concentration begins to waver. She keeps up her routines clinging to the comfort that she’s grown accustom to in Genessia. However the lack of sleep is beginning to take its toll.
There is a basket under her arm filled with flowers she'd picked earlier that morning and a distracted expression on her face. She isn’t aware of what’s around her, the ambient noises are like distant reminders of something that she knows she shouldn’t forget. Her gaze is focused towards a rose pinched between her fingers when the screeching of tires reaches her ears. Terra blinks and looks up just in time to see the car heading straight for her.
When did she step into the street?]
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[Despite her lack of sleep or any warnings she might have been given from friends, Terra is at work. She can be found at the flower shop in both Genessia and Attleton.
Her fingers move carefully as she readies a display for the window. The vase is filled artfully with tulips and baby's breath. She lifts the glass and steps across the store with a determined gait. As she moves the crystal white glass slips from her finger tips and crashes to the floor. Terra jumps and looks down at the glimmering broken glass in confusion.]
I’m sorry.
[She doesn’t want to disturb others in the store and so she silently sets to cleaning up the mess.]
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[Terra is curled on her couch with a cup of tea held between her fingers. She feels exhaustion press against her temples but she can’t bring herself to close her eyes. She places down her cup and reaches for her phone hoping to find some answer that might help her.]
What do you do if you’re having trouble sleeping?
[Bit by bit Terra's focus and concentration begins to waver. She keeps up her routines clinging to the comfort that she’s grown accustom to in Genessia. However the lack of sleep is beginning to take its toll.
There is a basket under her arm filled with flowers she'd picked earlier that morning and a distracted expression on her face. She isn’t aware of what’s around her, the ambient noises are like distant reminders of something that she knows she shouldn’t forget. Her gaze is focused towards a rose pinched between her fingers when the screeching of tires reaches her ears. Terra blinks and looks up just in time to see the car heading straight for her.
When did she step into the street?]
Action | Flower Shop | Shattering glass.
[Despite her lack of sleep or any warnings she might have been given from friends, Terra is at work. She can be found at the flower shop in both Genessia and Attleton.
Her fingers move carefully as she readies a display for the window. The vase is filled artfully with tulips and baby's breath. She lifts the glass and steps across the store with a determined gait. As she moves the crystal white glass slips from her finger tips and crashes to the floor. Terra jumps and looks down at the glimmering broken glass in confusion.]
I’m sorry.
[She doesn’t want to disturb others in the store and so she silently sets to cleaning up the mess.]
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[Terra is curled on her couch with a cup of tea held between her fingers. She feels exhaustion press against her temples but she can’t bring herself to close her eyes. She places down her cup and reaches for her phone hoping to find some answer that might help her.]
What do you do if you’re having trouble sleeping?

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You should be more careful, Miss Branford. Let's get you to the other side, shall we?
[The driver of that car is probably so confused and annoyed right now.]
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Yes, I'm sorry.
[She looks over at him flashes a weak smile.]
Thank you.
[It's been sometime since she's seen him and she admits that she's glad to see him.]
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But you don't seem entirely well. Are you alright?
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Then there's the phrase uttered by a wise woman: "Sleep is good, and sleep is here. Sleep is good." Said to ward off all dreams.
So much for the spirit. For the flesh, reading can tire your eyes, and walking can tire your body. Ah, make sure you read something on a page, not a screen, if possible.
Of course, it goes without saying I don't mind helping you with any of these, if you wish.
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[She doesn't know about the other ones.]
And I suppose I can walk a bit in the garden.
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that night it was the usual where he would visit her at some point, and he looked and poked at her flowers until she arrived. once she did enter the greenhouse he looked over at her.]
Ahh... Ter-..... hm? [she seemed... sluggish, exhausted, and that made battler frown. he didn't need to sleep or eat so he often forgot about such human habits.]
Are you.... ill? Truly? Is it from... the lack of sleep you had mentioned on the network?
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Ah, yes. I'm sorry.
[She isn't used to being sleepy, usually 4 hours a night is enough for her however Battler's visits mixed with her usual nightmares have made sleep elude her.]
I have nightmares.
[She doesn't want to call them memories.]
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Come, let's go to bed, then. [and yes he is coming with.]
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That is until he notices the car-- and her stepping out without seeming to notice.]
Watch out!
[he's sorry about the asphalt burns you may have gotten from the full body tackle he did to get you to safety. It's not graceful but in the heat of the moment it was the only think he could think of]
Are you okay?
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Y-yes...
[Her head turns and she sees the remnants of her flowers littering the sidewalk.]
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[Yugi had been coming to deliver something anyway between attempting to work and going home. But instead had come across this instead.]
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[She looks up at Yugi and tries her best to smile. She feels so tired and as she removes the thick pieces of glass she sees her fingers trembling.]
I need a broom.
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[Sure he was still in a wheelchair but at least he figured out how to use a broom while still in it at least. So he rolled off towards where he believed it was meant to be.]
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So hiding, avoiding? That was all he could do for a while, as pathetic as it was, and the longer he did it the harder it was to stop. As the days went by, though, he didn't stop thinking of her. Of her flowers and her kindness and the way she had believed in him when she had no reason to except the goodness of her heart. Even if it would be more difficult after waiting so long, he knew he needed to see her. She deserved the same things she had given him and a whole lot more.
When he finally made himself open the door to Jardin Verdoyant, the first thing he saw was a vase of flowers slip from Terra's hands. He had at least hoped she was okay, but something about the brief glimpse of her face told him that there was an offness about her. He probably should have expected that. Why hadn't he? Jefferson hadn't been entirely sure how to approach her, but maybe helping her clean up would be a good start. ]
Terra? I can take care of that.
[ He looked a bit uncertain for a moment, like he was waiting for her permission, but was quick to shake his head and kneel down beside her to begin picking up the larger stray glass shards. ]
You look like you need to go sit down.
[ The tone of concern in his voice likely matched the same concern on his face. ]
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Her head looks up at the sound of her name and for a fraction of a second she doesn't know who it belongs too. His name lingers in the back of her thoughts and rests on the tip of her tongue until she finally remembers.]
Jefferson?
[She hasn't even been aware if he's been in for work lately. She's given people leave until they feel better and she doesn't always travel to the shop in Genessia.]
I'm fine.
[Her words sound weak and forced but she doesn't stop picking up the glass. She's happy to see him. She'd thought he hated her for what she was and like others choose to avoid her. She doesn't deserve anyone's kindness, less so now.]
I'm sorry.
[Terra's apology is whispered, her voice dripping with pain.]
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Terra...
[ Jefferson put a hand on one of hers to stop her for just a minute, a gentle compassion in his words. ]
You're not fine. I --
[ He had been intent on apologizing for his own actions, for how he hadn't been there when he should have been, for how much of a screw up he was -- but then she did it instead. ]
... what do you think have to be sorry for?
[ Why would she ever say that to him? He was the one that needed to answer for his cowardice, not her. ]
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After she's safely out of harm's way, Cas just glares up at her.]
What the the hell were you doing?
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I-
[She blinks and turns her head to see the car continuing down the street.]
I didn't see it.
[Or hear it. Terra had been off in her own little world.]
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