FIONN WARD
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Posts: 25
Played by:
Chanel
— if i dream things when i'm awake, i'm going out of my mind.
Last seen Mar 23, 2023 0:21:20 GMT
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Post by FIONN WARD on Jun 6, 2022 20:37:31 GMT
━ a little bit of everything all of the time. ━ IT DIDN'T MATTER IF IT WAS A DINKY LITTLE COMMUNITY HOSPITAL in Kildare, or the sleek modern hospital in Mystic Falls, they still smelled the same. Like chlorine bleach and the dying. Fionn's steps were hesitant as he entered, his trainers squeaking incessantly on the floors as he passed the reception and the gift shop on his way up to Intensive Care. He didn't have flowers, or a card, or even some chocolates. He'd heard she was inundated with them. Everybody felt sorry for little Amber Penrith, how tragic it was that she'd stepped out in front of a car in the rain. Nobody remembered that Fionn was there. They sent cards to Amber when she was transferred from Whitmore to Mystic to be closer to her family and her doctor. They held a fundraiser to help pay for her medical bills, and spoke about better road markers in bad weather. Fionn thought about screaming that it had nothing to do with the rain that Amber Penrith had been struck headlong by a vehicle. That they were all wrong, and it was his fault. She had been looking at him, watching to see if he followed her as he begged her to go back to the campus. It had been his fault.
Fionn took the elevator up to the third floor and avoided the eyes of every scrub nurse and stethoscoped doctor on his way to Amber's room. He felt compelled, his feet propelling him forward as his stomach rolled. He'd had had the same dream every night for a week. Amber was in her hospital bed, her face battered and bandaged to hide her shattered skull, a tube wedged between clenched teeth to make her breathe. She didn't look peaceful among her sea of good wishes, but a nurse had braided her hair in childish pigtails to avoid it matting. He had to apologise, because in that dream she died. They'd been expecting it, had warned the family, but Fionn only had the one window to say he was sorry before she was gone, because her family were always close by. In that dream, she was in the bed, but she was also standing over his shoulder, watching him cry hopelessly.
Fionn slipped into her room, the door ajar where her mother had finally left to pray in the chapel. She lay in the bed just as he'd dreamed, same braids and same flowers. His arms were crossed, a cold sweat prickling at the fine hairs on the back of his neck. A stinging had already started in the corners of his eyes and he scrubbed at them angrily, but his face had crumpled helplessly. "'m sorry," He hiccupped, hands still covering his face. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so-" He couldn't keep saying it, couldn't bear it as he felt the room go deathly quiet. A chill crawled up his spine and he backed up against the window as he whipped around to look over his own shoulder. He had expected her to be standing there, to be screaming at him. There was a huff and a stutter on the vitals machine and suddenly when Fionn looked back her eyes were wide open and her heart monitor had gone dead. She'd died. He hadn't seen this part in the dream, had been too busy looking at her over his shoulder.
Fionn left quickly, that horrible chill following him out of her room as the buzzers went off and all the nurses on the floor went rushing to try and save Amber Penrith. Unfortunately, they could not, because she was following Fionn down the corridor towards the elevator. He couldn't see her like he had in his dream, but somehow he knew she was there. Wondered if the thought of her ghost haunting him would stay forever. He pushed the button, face splotchy and damp with tears. A prickle went up his spine and he felt sure that fingers danced across his shoulders menacingly, like he was about to be grabbed. "Leave me alone!" He turned sharply, hands held up in a quivering panic as he addressed the cold, dead air in front of him. "Please, for the love of all that's Holy..." His hands gestured wildly in the air, tendons standing taut along each side of his flushed neck. "Leave... me... alone..." The feeling stayed, the elevator didn't arrive.
FREYJA DAMASCA | hope this is okay!
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FREYJA DAMASCA
Psychic
Posts: 184
Age:
28
Occupation:
Analyst at The Mystic Falls Courier
Status:
Married
Partner:
Theo Damasca
Played by:
Julia
“But it’s hard, when you’re hurt, to let somebody wreck you again.”
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 18:29:01 GMT
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Post by FREYJA DAMASCA on Jun 12, 2022 14:48:04 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━ EVERYTHING TURNED OUT GREAT; the tests all came back clear, and their baby━Bo or Bonnie, depending━was all healthy and growing on track just like Hazel had been, and this one had both their parents, well… physically present as they grew. As guilty as it made her feel, Freyja kept praying this one wouldn’t turn out to be a banshee, too. She’d seen how hard it could rock a person, first in Theo, then in glimpses of Frank, and now in her daughter. It was like a needle stuck in her heart, stabbing each time she had to see one of them after the fact.
… Or wake up in an empty bed, just as she had for months after Theo died. Or when every little creak in the house startled them, worried Hazel was walking out like a zombie on her way to a body, forced to witness something no child should.
No. Today brought them something positive. A checkup that proved some good fortune was awarded after all they’d been through, and a meeting with the doctor who’d delivered Hazel and would deliver this one, too. Somehow, he didn’t look a day older than he had sixteen years ago.
“I’ll see ya tonight,” Freyja said lightly, gripping Theo’s arms to rise up and smack a kiss on his lips. “Have a good rest of your day.” Just a quick visit to meet and split their work days in half, taking separate cars to ensure they could both get back when everything was done. The only thing that got in the way was Freyja forgetting her damn phone everywhere.
She only noticed after she’d climbed into their family vehicle, rifling through her purse and coming up empty. It wasn’t automatically connecting to the car, which meant it wasn’t anywhere close by. Fuck sake.
The trip back into the hospital was surprisingly smooth. Freyja went up to the floor they were on, retrieved her phone from the nurse’s station with only a brief chat, and returned to the elevator with a doctor who looked mildly nervous. He didn’t make eye contact when Freyja shot him a polite smile, and she forgot to punch in her desired floor, too busy updating Theo and then Gabe, letting him know she was leaving the hospital shortly. Or so she thought.
By the time she’d wandered out with the doctor, still on auto-pilot and not paying much attention, she was on a completely different floor. He took off in a jog in front of her, and Freyja watched with mild curiosity and a frown, green eyes finally pulled up from her phone. The entire hospital looked the same, and was a bit like an Ikea except without the coloured streaks on the floor━even that maze gave you some direction━but she knew she wasn’t on the ground level. Still, she walked after the panicked doctor, rounding a corner and continuing until the amount of rushing healthcare practitioners seemed to double.
The frown pulled at her features, phone resting in limp hands as she walked, trying to keep out of everyone’s way even with the incredible roundness of her midsection. She wasn’t huge yet, but it sure felt like it with how the loose, long sundress jutted out just below her chest. Finally, Freyja passed the room they were all running to and, like rubber-necking a car crash, she couldn’t help but peek in. Yeah, definitely the wrong floor. She was almost surprised she hadn’t seen the person’s ghost flitting out of the room, but took that as a good sign until…
‘Leave me alone!’
Freezing where she was, Freyja could see the girl standing in front of him, masking the boy like a thin veil of chiffon draping from the ceiling━could hear the sharp cries and pleas that weren’t coming from the living person. Shit. He looked like Freyja when she was a kid inundated with spirits who all wanted something, and while she wouldn’t have ignored the boy in any case, she felt that needle again. This could be Hazel, she thought, and if it had been, she hoped somebody would’ve helped her daughter.
Freyja threw her phone in her purse and became one of those rushing people, though she wasn’t nearly as fast and pressed a palm to the underside of her belly as she went. “Hey, hey, it’s alright,” She cooed, side-stepping the girl and heading straight to the boy’s side. Her hand moved to his arm, touching him carefully and (hopefully) comfortingly.
Apart from helping, she also thought about how these ‘gifts’ were a secret, and this was a very public freakout. If anybody saw, well… she didn’t want this boy taken away and labelled as ‘crazy’ for something only a handful of people could empathize with.
“She’s just as afraid as you are, but she can’t hurt ya; a lot of the time they only wanna talk.” Still keeping the boy as close as he’d allow, Freyja turned her gaze to the ghost, keeping her voice level but firm━as though she was dealing with Hazel on those days she wouldn’t listen. Gosh, the girl looked only a year or two older than her daughter. Tears pricked Freyja’s eyes, but she swallowed the worst of it down.
“Listen, honey, I know this’s gotta be scary, but there’s only so much we can do for ya. Please try t’stay calm,” Her attention shifted back to the boy, giving him the best smile she could muster up, though she barely looked any less upset than he did. “I’m assumin’ you don’t know her… just breathe, sweetheart, breathe slowly.” Freyja tried to emulate a good example━with the added benefit of calming herself down, too.
FIONN WARD | it was perf!
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