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Post by jessie ( jessica ) mcknight on Dec 28, 2015 0:46:11 GMT -5
Not being sure on how to reply to what Alice had said she just nodded. Jessie looked at the young ivory skinned girl as she spoke some more. Hearing how her speech was messed up a bit once again she wondered why it happened. It wasn't something shed bring up usually especially seeing as how she had a stutter at times. Yet when Alice bit her lip hard enough to bleed she became worried. " Alice... I don't mind the way you mess your words... I mess up as well, my uh teachings in vocal and my words don't always sink causing me to mess my speech..but you don't mock me ...and so I do t want you to worry about what I might think.. That is if that's a worry for you.."
Giving a soft smile they made it to the train to get back to school, she didn't rush getting there it actually seemed as if time was flying. Jessie was extremely excited for there night or nights at the beach. Yet right now Jessie was more worried in Alice's lip. Stopping infront of the train stop she took out a pink hand made handkerchief and held a corner of it to Alices pale cool lip. " This should help"
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Post by Alice Himeno on Dec 28, 2015 1:12:46 GMT -5
Jessie merely gave a nod in response to what the spider had said, which was fine to the widow. It was a bit of a vague answer; one difficult to verbally respond to at that; but such was her nature. A natural defense mechanism to ice over her guard.
Then all attention focused on Alice's speech impediment. She felt slightly frustrated the other had noticed it, even if it was obvious. The impediment wasn't very formal nor quite pepper. It had caused mild problems for her in the past; receiving many disapproving looks from business officials and high-power aristocrats her family line had befriended. Though she worried little about initial thoughts, it was always out of frustration that she often bit down.
But Jessie's words were kind overall. Harboring a sort of sympathetic sense, too. That's right. The boyish girl often suffered from a stutter. Yet Alice was quite used to hearing others stutter - mostly due to her flirtatious manipulation - and wouldn't mock her for it at all. Well, even if she hadn't been used to hearing that speech mess-up, she'd be fine with it because she had one too. There was no use hiding that no matter how hard she tried.
"Thank you, Jessie." The gracious words left in the form of a soft sigh from her bleeding lip.
It was half-hearted, but a true offer of gratitude nonetheless. And she had even managed to pronounce Jessie's name correctly, give or take a slight clip of the middle.Alice followed the girl to the train. Before any further movements were made, however, a handkerchief was produced and pressed to her bleeding lip. The snowy widow winced ever so slightly; completely out of instinct rather than pain of which she couldn't feel; but remained stationary as to allow Jessie to administer aid. Another quiet "thank you" was offered. Alice didn't usually tend to her own wounds because she either thought it pointless since she couldn't feel them or just didn't notice them in the first place.
As soon as it had begun, the sensitive wound had stopped bleeding. Alice eventually offered a gracious, elegant decline of her knees, mimicking the very start of bow of which she didn't fully completely. Her legs still felt a little weak from the coaster, after all.
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Post by jessie ( jessica ) mcknight on Dec 28, 2015 1:26:02 GMT -5
" Its alright, I am always here for you. "
It was sincere response as she lifted away the handkerchief. Sliding it into her pocket she smiled. As they waited for the train . She watched to make sure Alices lip was done bleeding.Remembering that the frosted spider couldn't feel pain she didn't bother telling the girl to be more careful. Jessie had watched Alices movements as she bowed,as she stood up how she spoke. This was a girl that was fought to be proper,Jessie often forgot about this.
Jessie wondered what Alice thought of her, yet then the train came. " Ready?"
Luckily they had school passes,she needed all the money that was left for the camp out. She wanted to show Alice how to have fun and wanted there camp out to be the best now. Some how she hoped that this would give some more life to there dance, ah yes the dance, its why they hung out today, its why they were friends. How'd she let her self forget?
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Post by Alice Himeno on Dec 28, 2015 1:56:33 GMT -5
"It's alright, I am always here for you."
Frozen orbs flashed up at the boyish girl upon those words. Something about that sincere phrase made the spider frustrated yet thoughtful at the same time. Arachnids didn't really deserve such sincerely, neither really did Alice, in her mind. She wasn't really the best of people -- people who manipulated and broke others weren't very notable at all. Yet still Jessie seemed to combat that, whether she was aware of it or not. Alice offered an acknowledging nod, yet brushed it off a little internally.
When the train finally arrived, the snowy spider offered another nod and climbed on with the girl. Today had been an unusual, eventful day for her. Hanging out with Jessie at an amusement park; agreeing to the whole thing in the first place. Being mistaken for a couple and braving a hellish roller coaster. And now she was going to camp out with the girl on the beach. The fact that she was agreeing to so many things frustrated Alice a bit, but she did genuinely want to get to know Jessie a little more. Not to mention, she was starting to find her company a bit pleasant, though she'd never admit to any of that.
Though she still had her web and could severe it at any time. One defining motion; that would be all it would take to send the boyish girl, and possibly herself, spiraling from its fragile silken threads.
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