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Post by Cella on Feb 7, 2006 4:17:36 GMT -5
As they walked the streets heading for the local market that lay just outside the Housing district, Cella pulled her light cloak about her shoulders a bit tighter. The early evening breeze that drifted through brought with it a bit of a chill, though the night itself was clear and wonderful, the fresh air, after being cooped up in the hospital for near the last three days, was a welcome relief to the young nurse and she couldn’t have possibly asked for better company.
“So, how was the first day?” She asked him as they walked, her lavender eyes watching the ground in front of her feet as they went along, barley taking notice of much else, she had walked this way far too many times to need to, though she had caught herself glimpsing at Faust more than a few times as they moved along. She still couldn’t quite grasp the feeling she had when he was so close, it was as if she should know him already, but of course, that was impossible, certainly perhaps she might have caught a glimpse of him at some point, as their paths might have crossed in the market of on the streets at some point, but it was far more than that. “And, where to first Doctor Faust.” She then smiled over at him through a few strands of fiery hair before looking forwards again.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2006 4:58:52 GMT -5
Faust walked with Cella, his head nurse, who graciously wished to help him with his shopping. He wore his wide brimmed hat and black coat, walking slowly beside Cella. It was almost dark out and lamps were being lit along the way, in the distance he could see the lighter's doing their job, moving from lamp to lamp. Faust knew that the shops were going to close soon, so he decided on hurrying up.
“So, how was the first day?”
"Okay..." He replied. "Different." He said finally.
“And, where to first Doctor Faust.”
Faust smiled warmly back at her. "I'll be stopping off at a shop." He told her. "Just for some food, thats all. Just a local place."
He turned into a shop. It was filled with loaves of bread, milk, and veggetables, a small, family owned grocery store. The store smelled of fresh bread and earth, one Faust greatly enjoyed.
"Hello dear." An elderly woman said from behind the counter. "I'm glad to see you again." She gave a small wave.
"Hello Bell." Faust replied "Is your son holding up okay?"
"Yes dear, thank you for looking at him after the accident." She smiled and squinted at Cella, clearly having difficulty seeing.
"Bell, this is Cella, a nurse at the hospital I'm working at, she helped me out on my first day." Faust explained, introducing her.
"Ah!" Said the elderly woman. "Your first day was today? Thats good...." She a wrinkled smile and adressed the young woman. "Hello miss, I'm glad to hear you're helping out the dear doctor..."
Faust, meanwhile was picking up loaves of bread and other supplies.
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Post by Cella on Feb 7, 2006 5:12:55 GMT -5
Cella followed Faust into the small shop and stood while he was looking about and the older lady began to speak to him as though he had been here many times. She had to mentally kick herself, for she knew he would have been, it was as if his feet knew the direction they wished to travel the entire time.
“Oh, hello and yes, it was quite a relief having him show up this morning though I fear we may have had to near drown him on his first day, I was hoping we’d been able to slowly pour the water over his head.” She joked with the old lady. “But seriously, no problem, we are more than happy he is now with us.” She added, speaking the truth.
Cella then turned and found herself watching Faust again, her eyes catching his every movement as he picked up a loaf of bread and put it into a basket, and then she walked over and sided up next to him. “SO, anything I can run and fetch for you?” She asked in her light tone, her lavender gaze meeting his for a moment, showing not but the warmest of smiles that came from her entire being, and not simply her lips.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2006 5:37:55 GMT -5
Faust turned and looked at Cella and their eyes met. He looked at her for a few moments, his eyes looking into hers as they met. She gave him a friendly smile, which he returned happily. He was grateful for her help, he never was able to carry as much as he needed home, usually that meant he'd start going hungry after a week or so.
"Actually, I need a few bottles of milk and some lettuce." He told her, moving over to a box of meat and ice, where he started checking it.
"Hey Bell!" He said over his shoulder. "This meat's not the best, you got any better?"
"The box behind that one, you're looking at the stuff we give to rude customers" She quipped, though it was said in such a way that it was impossible to figure if she was joking or not.
Faust moved the box and took a few peices of fresher, wrapped meat and put it in his basket. Bell always let Faust take a basket home with him, knowing he always brought it back to her. All he needed was the milk and lettuce and they would be done.
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Post by Cella on Feb 7, 2006 5:50:12 GMT -5
“Ok, right on it.” Cella returned with a light step to her right and then wheeled on her heal to start off towards her destination, her mission, of you will and gathered what was needed in an matter of minutes, returning with a glass jar filled with milk and a head of lettuce in her other hand. “This what you seek?” She asked, her tone jovial as she presented the goods to the Doctor, a strand of unruly hair falling over her right eye, though left there, as her hands were too full to bother.
Cella then followed him to the counter and laid the stuff down, taking a hand, she swept away that unruly strand of red and tucked it behind her ear and smiled at the old lady standing there as she waited for Faust to complete his purchase.
Cella gazed about the small shop, wondering suddenly why it was she had never before came here, it seemed a perfectly good place to buy what one needed, and wasn’t at all too far from home, actually, closer than the Square where she had always done her shopping, though, then again, she had to remind herself that most her meals had always been in the hospital, as she hardly ever left it.
She then blinked as a flash of memories came back to her again, a pair of the foulest, evil looking lips moving, as though speaking to her entered her mind and then were once again gone. She shook her head slightly shrugging it off as she always had, as just a flash back of the night not all too long past, and then turned and gazed at Faust and Bell.
“Are we ready then?” She asked, her usual chipper tone coming through for her this time as she spoke, showing nothing, she hoped, of her momentary laps into the past.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2006 4:14:01 GMT -5
“Are we ready then?”
Faust heard Cella ask as he paid for his items. He paused in his counting out change and looked to her. "Yes, I think we are." He said gently, smiling, as usual. "I was thinking we could stop by my place and, you know, possibly have coffee or something."
Before she could reply he remembered he had to pay, turning back to the elderly shopkeep and mentally cursed, he had lost count. He recounted the small coins he needed to pay with, then recounted, making sure there were no mistakes. Faust was alway horrible in math and his memory, outside work, was rather bad.
He placed his money on the counter and the old woman scooped it up and put it into a small sack. "Thank you dear." She said, smiling and reaching under the counter and bringing forth two slices of cake, gently wrapped. "This is from Hector, and me." She whispered to him, putting her hand on his. "Thank you."
The doctor smiled as she removed her hand. "No, thank you." He replied. He lowered his voice modestly. "It was nothing, I hope Hector recovers soon." And with that, and a cheery wave Faust left the store with Cella beside him.
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Post by Cella on Feb 28, 2006 4:26:58 GMT -5
Cella watched him go through the motions of paying and then as the woman pulled out the cakes from under the counter and she smiled warmly at him as they turned and left, she turned back and waved at the woman. “It was nice meeting you.” She managed before the door shut and she and Faust walked back out into the street.
“Ok, that sounds great, I would love a cup of coffee and a snack perhaps before I need to head to my place, or the hospital, wherever my feet might travel after.” She replied as she adjusted the package she carried for him so that it settled nicely on her hip, her lavender eyes turning to him for a moment before she took to following him home.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2006 4:39:21 GMT -5
"Great." He said cheerfully. "We can have coffee and these cakes Bell made." He grinned at her, then glanced down at the iced cakes.
After a few blocks they came upon an old, rickity, two story house. The paint was dull and worn on the wood and the door had peeling paint. The windows had light coming from them, as Faust never let the fire in his fireplace die out.
He walked up the steps, each board he put weight on creaked. He took out a small key and put into the lock, give it a sharp turn and pushed the door open. He took a step inside, feeling warm. Immediately a black cat ran through his legs, did a figure eight around them and shot into the darkness outside.
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Post by Cella on Feb 28, 2006 4:55:00 GMT -5
Cella looked up at the house and smiled. Home sweet home she thought to herself. She liked the old house, thought it was intriguing with personality.
When he opened the door her grin moved further across her face as she caught site of the small cat that welcomed Faust home and then disappeared into the night, as a cat does. “So, this is home then.” She stated as she followed him in through the door.
Cella found the warmth of the place quite inciting and a most welcome feel as opposed to the chill clear night they had once again entered in from. She waited for him to show her where to sit the groceries as her lavender eyes looked about the place, and he closed the door behind them. There was definitely something about this old house she liked, or perhaps just that it was an old house, she seemed to like them, the one she had bought was old as well, old and perfect, in her eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2006 5:22:18 GMT -5
Faust smiled as the stray ran out the door. He went to the kitchen and picked up a empty saucer, which had been filled with milk, and put it on the counter to be washed later. He put his groceries away and started to get the coffee ready. "You can just go through that archway, the living room is through it."
Faust heated up the water and put the ground coffee in the press, added the water and had the hot coffee in two large mugs. He put them on the tray and turned to slice some cake. There was a clang as a dangerously placed pot fell from a shelf and flipped the tray, spraying the doctor with scalding hot coffee. He yelped loudly and fell to the floor covering his face. A string of curses came, muttered angrily. The coffee was hot, though the pain was slowly receeding, it was the surprise that had Faust so shaken.
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Post by Cella on Feb 28, 2006 5:34:48 GMT -5
When she entered the living area of the house she smiled as she walked up to a very comfortable looking and well used couch. She ran a finger across the back of it as she walked around to seat herself to wait for Faust to come with the coffee and was just settling down when she heard his yelp and was, in an instant at the kitchen door again, her lavender eyes taking in the situation and knowing what must have happened she grabbed a towel hanging from a rack to he right and grabbed it, turned on the cool water and wet it and then knelt beside him and took his face in her soft hand and turned him to look at her as she placed the cool cloth over his skin, dabbing not rubbing the coffee away with a warm smile.
She took her hand and the towel away from his face after a moment and remained kneeling with him on the floor, now as well, dabbing at his shirt that had also been hit with the offending coffee. “You ok?” She asked, while she was cleaning him up. “You know, you’re supposed to drink it, not take a bath in it…” She said, looking up at him gain and allowing her soft warm smile turn into a sort of smirk, knowing that he would be fine.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2006 2:09:39 GMT -5
Faust felt the cloth on his face and relaxed slightly, his muscles growing less tense. "Thank you..." He whispered to Cella. He shut his eyes and let her dab the hot coffee off his face, his cheeks stinging slightly. After a few moments he sat up and picked up the broken mugs off the floor. He picked new mugs up from the shelf and filled them.
"I-I need to get changed." He said, looking at his white shirt, now stained by the coffee. You can take that into the living room if you want, I'll just be upstairs getting a new shirt." He generally thought it was at least a bonus there was no coffee on the floor, all of it had hit him.
The doctor went upstairs, up to his room, where he began to change out of his clothes, rummaging around the chest for something to wear. His cheeks were pink, though mostly it had nothing to do with the hot coffee that had been on his face.
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Post by Cella on Mar 1, 2006 2:18:10 GMT -5
Cella took the tray and returned to the living room and set it on the table in front of the couch and then sat to wait for Faust to return. She allowed her lavender gaze to look about his home as she sat, noticing how everything seemed so perfect, well, in her eyes... a bit scattered here or there, but nice, it was lived in, nothing like her place which looked as though it had never even had a owner in it, as she had never had the time to even so much as spend an entire day in it in the last few months.
She now picked up one of the mugs that sat on the tray and brought it to her lips, taking a small sip of the hot liquid inside, her mind relaxing as she sat back on the couch. Suddenly and just as she began to relax, a flash of memory caught her again, no.. it wasn’t memory, it was Faust, her mind seeing him upstairs, her cheeks too then blushed as she shook the image from her mind and then sat up and put the cup down, as she did, the vision faded and she continued to blush.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2006 2:36:05 GMT -5
Faust, now dressed in a red shirt and another pair of black pants, can strolling down the stairs. The angry red marks had disappeared and his eyes no longer itched. Faust was always a fast healer when it came to minor injuries, his body always seemed to bounce back after a fall or bump.
Faust walked through the arch, into the living room. He made a slight detour from the couch to stoke the fire slightly. He picked up to poker and turned to logs over, then replaced to poker and walked to the couch. He sat down beside Cella, leaned forward and picked up his mug of coffee. He added two lumps of sugar and a shot of cream to his coffee, stirring it before tilting the rim to his lips and sampling it. When he was confident he liked it he had another sip.
"I'm sorry about that..." He said, slightly embarassed. "I'm sometimes accident proned." He put down his stirring spoon and took another sip of coffee. He glanced over at her for a moment and smiled lightly, then his lips parted, into a full on smile, white teeth showing. "It always seems to happen to me when it would be the worst possible time."
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Post by Cella on Mar 1, 2006 2:58:19 GMT -5
Cella picked the cup up again, now that he was in the room and she looked at him and returned his smile before bringing that cup to her lips once more to take a sip. After she had took a couple sips, she settled the cup on her knee and turned her lavender eyes on Faust again, the fire catching in them making them seem to burn like purple flames for a moment before she blinked slowly, her lips sliding over her orbs, the lashes coming together top, locking with bottom and then parting again as she opened her eyes. “Really its ok Faust, it happens to all of us, from time to time. It’s been a long day after all.” She replied still holding the smile that had grown over her lips just before she began to speak.
“So how long you been living here?” She asked then, changing the subject, her eyes looking about once again. “I have had my house for a while and it still seems I don’t ever go there, like it isn’t even mine.” She chuckled slightly.
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