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Post by Lexxi on Apr 20, 2009 8:21:11 GMT -5
She looked almost a bit shocked when he spoke. If she wanted to analyze the scene the first things she might have noted would have been the certain glint of curiosity in his single eye and the way that he had watched her sift through them with eyes trained upon each card that showed its face to the evening glow of twilight. Instead however, she was caught up in the fact that he had spoken to her and in a manner that kept their conversation going, no less. Even at this point, Jacques would have expected him to turn from her with some snide comment to dwell on, but instead, he was interested in what she had to say. She could have jumped up and down, she was so happy, and quickly drew out the deck again; slipping them from their velvet case and weighing them as they fit snuggly in the palm of her hand. She found it ironic that the first card at the top of the deck had ended up being Hope, but she checked it off as a coincidence. Jacques might have been good at telling the future, but things like that were all simply a bit of luck on her part.
“It’s Fenestra,“ she stated as she turned over the first card to show the back which was painted with designs symbolizing fire and earth. “I don’t usually anything else, but I do have an Aeclectic deck too.” She wasn’t sure if she had kept his interest or lost it. With an absent mind, she fanned out the cards so that a bit of each face showed and replaced the top card among them. “I’ve been divining cards for a couple years so I’ve used each deck at least once,” Jacques stated quietly. [/size] |
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Post by Nakki on May 5, 2009 20:05:41 GMT -5
"Hmmm... I see," Nico lied, finishing with his shirt-drying and peering more closely at the cards. He was lying in that he said that he saw; when in fact, he knew as much about the types of tarot decks as we do about alien life: just about nothing. "I haven't been divining for very long at all... I'm not very good at it, in my opinion. My sister Helene is much better," he offered in reply to Jacques' second statement, bending over a bit to look at the cards in curiosity. He studied their pictures quietly, thinking about how much his family's deck differed from this one.
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Post by Lexxi on May 9, 2009 12:40:20 GMT -5
There was a sense of thrill that caused the girl’s heart to beat faster. He was close to her, close enough to hear his breathing and smell the scent of the murky water still clinging to his clothes and hair. It was a completely alien sensation to her, the sensation that made her never want him to leave, and as she fanned the cards out in her pale fingers, she felt as if the cards had done much more than one could have expected. They had brought them together during a moment when he would have otherwise stormed away in complete rage. Jacques found herself thanking the forces that gave them their power. “You sister divines cards? All my sister does is yell.” The tone was bitter, but she laughed slightly; knowing very well that Reno wouldn’t be around to hear her complaints. Slipping the cards back into a neat stack, she smiled at Nico and began to shuffle once again. “Let’s see…”
Her eyes focused, the color blurring with a foggy gloss as she watched the golden backs of each cards move past her hands. Her heat beat slowed from the excited thudding to an almost frozen pace and her breathing became steady. Jacques dealt them in a cross, one on top, one of the bottom, two on the sides, and one last card in the center. “3 of Cups…” She flipped the bottom card. “3 of Swords.” She flipped the top. “Reversed Death,” she flipped the left. “Courage,” she flipped the right. Her hand lingered over the center card and Jacques gave a wince as her head began to sting. It didn’t happen often that she used her cards but this always happened. The splitting headache that came with each fortune told, though, normally, it came at least a few minutes after she was done. Gritting her teeth, she flipped the last card. “Queen of Hearts”
“Life, Suffering, Rebirth, Perseverance, and Love.”
That was when she couldn’t take it. It hurt far too much for her to bare any longer and Jacques clutched her head and dropped the deck to the ground. “My head…” she muttered as she bit down on her tongue.
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Post by Nakki on May 10, 2009 7:20:33 GMT -5
Nicolai watched, entranced, as Jacques dealt out her tarot cards. The thing he was amazed by was by how she knew the meaning of the cards without having to struggle with her memory for them. It always gave him trouble...
He was suddenly startled by Jacques' sudden gestures of pain, and he gave her a look of confusion. "...What's going on?" Nico asked slowly, but if and when Jacques would get worse, he would say, "Jack- er, Jacques! What's wrong with you??"
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Post by Lexxi on May 13, 2009 6:09:22 GMT -5
She didn’t hear him at first. There were voices in her mind that were mixing and twisting with faded memories. Her heart beat faster in her chest until she was sure it would burst straight through her ribcage and she whimpered. Everything hurt. Jacques wanted to tell him something, anything so that he could help her, but her tongue was numb from the pressure of her teeth and she could taste blood pooling beneath it. Then, it all snapped away. She couldn’t remember what was going on, what she was saying, or why she was on the ground. Her head still throbbed mercilessly, but she no longer felt it, as if her body was numbing her from realizing just how bad it was. Instead, she sat up and looked at the boy standing over her with a confused look upon his face.
Jacques knew him, or at least, she was pretty sure she knew him. The name escaped her and she could only smile at him, gathering the cards she had apparently dropped. “Hello…” she stated quietly. He was the boy from the night before. The one from the fire. “I’m sorry about last night…It’s my fault….My name is Jacques by the way.” She had no way of knowing she’d said all this before. No way of knowing she had forgotten everything.
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Post by Nakki on May 13, 2009 6:36:58 GMT -5
Nicolai was confused for a moment, looking down at her with a perplexed expression. What was she talking about? She'd repeated something she said earlier. It was as if she didn't know what had happened in the last few minutes...
"...Are you, like, short-term memory loss or something?" Nico asked, a little annoyance getting into his voice. "You told me your name already! Just five minutes ago! Don't you remember??" he almost spat at Jacques, obviously frustrated. This had happened last night, too. What was wrong with this girl??
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Post by Lexxi on May 13, 2009 14:33:44 GMT -5
Cowering slight, Jacques watched the boy through wide, confused eyes. She’d expected to be yelled at for her actions, but not for something so recent. Not for something like that. As she listened to him, taking in every bitter words that dripped from his lips, she found herself lost more so than before. 5 minutes ago? The last thing she remembered was Reno yelling at her to brush the horses that morning. How could she have possibly repeated herself when she’d just seen him? How could he be angry at her for something that had never happened? Then she remembered something.
It wasn’t something she understood, nor was it something she was sure would answer his question, but it was something. Jacques pondered the letters for a moment, the name escaping her for a few seconds, and then looked down at the cards in her hands. “No…” she stated. “No I don’t remember.” People had been asking her that same question since she’d arrived at the camp. Everyone had called her forgetful, everyone had told her she was losing it. Only one person had given her any answer that made any sense and no sense at all at one time. One of the adults at the camp had mentioned it….
“I….I think it’s called…” She paused and searched desperately for the name. It was on the tip of her tongue. “P-PDD?” Jacques offered tentatively. She hoped he knew what it meant more than she did. Maybe then she could get a straight answer.
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Post by Nakki on Jul 1, 2009 13:51:25 GMT -5
Nico gave Jacques a quizzical look when she attempted to remember the name of her malady, looking almost disdainful as she struggled with her memory. However, the look of distaste was replaced with disbelief when he finally heard those terrible initials- letters he never wanted to hear again.
"...P-p- PDD?" he repeated, his face pale and his eye wide with shock. He took an uncertain step back out of fear and uncertainty. Could this girl be telling the truth- that she had the disease his mother had succumbed to? "You have... Psychic Degeneration Disorder?" he asked after hesitating to remember what the initials meant.
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Post by Lexxi on Jul 2, 2009 10:24:37 GMT -5
“That was it!” she stated. The name had been right there, things she’d been told but never truly understood. The name had simply clicked the moment he said it. The doctor had told her that she would need treatment and if she didn’t it would only get worse, they’d told her it happened to a handful of psychics in the world, they’d even told her that she really was indeed a psychic, but that didn’t exactly explain what was happening to her. But the look on his face, almost as if he’d seen a ghost, told her it was worse than what she was making herself believe. Jacques gave a tilt of her head, brow furrowing to form a line of worry at the gaping expression.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, innocently confused as always. She couldn’t have known.
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Post by Nakki on Jul 7, 2009 14:42:35 GMT -5
"Uh..." Keep it together, Nico, keep it together, a part of Nico's mind hissed at him. "Uh, n-no, nothing's wrong... it's just... I... um. I have to..." His mind raced as he tried to think of an excuse to leave, but he found his wit and critical-thinking skills were out of commission at the moment.
"...I-I just gotta go, OK? Bye!" With this fast sentence, Nicolai turned tail and began to run. He didn't care where he was going, he just wanted to get away. Get away from the girl, away from the PDD, away from the memories those things were stirring inside his skull. He just ran, his shoes clutched in one hand.
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Post by Lexxi on Jul 8, 2009 6:57:29 GMT -5
She was quiet, watching him as he fled in a flustered state, leaving her to stand there in confusion. Jacques didn’t understand his sudden discontent, didn’t understand what had made him leave so fast, but she knew that it had been her fault. It was hopeless to argue the fact that she was not wanted and, despite not wanting to believe it, she felt her heart grow heavy. She hung her head as she turned and sat herself down upon the grass, head propped up on her arms as she curled her knees close to her chest. Regret made her breath quiver, wishing she’d never come back into this camp or its campers. She didn’t belong there. Throwing a rock at the water in frustration, she willed her mind to forget any of this ever happened. To forget Nico, Raz, this camp, and everything else. To forget like it always did and leave her numb to the pain.
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