Post by John Stone on Dec 1, 2013 18:40:06 GMT -5
((I'm thinking we end it this post or next. It's beginning to drag on a bit.))
John remained expressionless as he watched Ania. She wasn't the first to display what seemed like odd mannerisms around him - though most people were usually awkward around him for fear of making him turn. He simply sat there, staring at Ania, as if he were nothing more than a toy, left posed. He looked to her wrist when she held it, and he thought that her doing so might have been of some significance. However, he decided not to make anything of it, on the grounds that he really had no legitimate reason to. Ania seemed to be someone he didn't have to be as cautious around, but habit prevailed regardless.
John was having a hard time understanding Ania, though. She did not seem to be leading him to any places with much significance, and her actions did not make it seem as if she had a mission in mind. This was something that he wasn't used to, after all. She seemed set on giving him a good time, and he was convinced that there was some practical purpose to what she was doing. He guessed that she was someone from the Consecro, after some thinking, and concluded that she was just there to check everything was in order with him. He didn't count on someone wanting to make him happy.
Upon being asked whether he had ever had ice cream before, John sifted through what memories he had left, to try and remember if he had had ice cream. After a few moments, he nodded affirmatively, and spoke.
"I remember the taste of vanilla ice cream."
Once again, his words were straight to the point. After all, a little while with Ania wouldn't open him up much - it would likely take weeks to see some sort of change in him. Repressed memories, bottled-up feelings, essentially being an extreme doormat and unlikely to ever fully recover from his horrendous torture, all amongst other things, generally did not bode well.
John remained expressionless as he watched Ania. She wasn't the first to display what seemed like odd mannerisms around him - though most people were usually awkward around him for fear of making him turn. He simply sat there, staring at Ania, as if he were nothing more than a toy, left posed. He looked to her wrist when she held it, and he thought that her doing so might have been of some significance. However, he decided not to make anything of it, on the grounds that he really had no legitimate reason to. Ania seemed to be someone he didn't have to be as cautious around, but habit prevailed regardless.
John was having a hard time understanding Ania, though. She did not seem to be leading him to any places with much significance, and her actions did not make it seem as if she had a mission in mind. This was something that he wasn't used to, after all. She seemed set on giving him a good time, and he was convinced that there was some practical purpose to what she was doing. He guessed that she was someone from the Consecro, after some thinking, and concluded that she was just there to check everything was in order with him. He didn't count on someone wanting to make him happy.
Upon being asked whether he had ever had ice cream before, John sifted through what memories he had left, to try and remember if he had had ice cream. After a few moments, he nodded affirmatively, and spoke.
"I remember the taste of vanilla ice cream."
Once again, his words were straight to the point. After all, a little while with Ania wouldn't open him up much - it would likely take weeks to see some sort of change in him. Repressed memories, bottled-up feelings, essentially being an extreme doormat and unlikely to ever fully recover from his horrendous torture, all amongst other things, generally did not bode well.
