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Post by Felicity Grey on Dec 9, 2009 21:52:05 GMT -4
"I don't think you're crazy....I just um...I..."
Flick waited. Who would be the first to spit out the truth? She had an unfair advantage of course, knowing - or rather semi-knowing - about Killian. That he wasn't being entirely honest about who he was. Though neither was she, truthfully.
"Look everyone believes in there own thing...but why would you...why would you think I'm different?"
It looked to Flick that she would have to be the one to come clean first. She sighed and leant her elbows on the counter before resting her head in her hands. She suspected this might not turn out entirely well.
"Because..." she began slowly. "Because you are different... I haven't yet figured out the extent of your differentness, but you are most definitely different." She paused for a moment and tilted her head to the side. "You've died before, haven't you? And not just heart-stopping-for-two-minutes died. I mean really died."
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Jan 5, 2010 12:50:26 GMT -4
Killian watched Flick carefully as she leaned against the counter; he wasn't certain how this had gone froma chat about invisible bagels to the supernatural but he wasn't entirely sure it had been a good idea to come here after all. Flick had seemed fine...normal...not a crazy person who wanted him dead...and true so far that still seemed to be the truth but there was also something else there...something not exactly right. But being that his ability to not stay dead didn't come with any other perks he had no idea what it was but it was something that he could tell just by human nature...and the way she was looking at him...though not at all.
"Because...Because you are different... I haven't yet figured out the extent of your differentness, but you are most definitely different."
Ok that wasn;t too bad...a normal person could get that...sort of.
"If you mean different by insanely good looking I wont argue with you," Killian responded with a smile. He knew that was not at all what she meant but his answer at least made him feel better about the situation.
Killian picked up the plate the bagel had sat on and took a few steps towards the sink to wash it off...and to get Flick's stare out of his line of sight. For a blind girl she had to un-nerving ability to stare right into you...and it was more then un-nerving Killian.
"You've died before, haven't you? And not just heart-stopping-for-two-minutes died. I mean really died."
Killian froze in his spot in front of the sink; his hands gripped the edge of the plate as he stared down at it. The world seeemd to scream in silence around him and he was pretty certain his breathing sounded like a train...or that might have been his heart about to explode...that would be a new way to go.
She couldn't know that...there was no possible way for her to know about him...what he was...what he could do...and what had been done...there was no way. Not even Alexis knew everything...hell he barely knew everything.
Setting the plate down before it shattered Killian turned to face Flick his eyes about as wide as the plate in the sink.
"What...are you talking about Flick?"
His voice sounded distant as if it wasn't even him who was speaking.
"If I had died...I don't think I could eat bagels with you," Killian explained his voice trying to grab a tiny bit of confidence but he was to shaken to be able to tell if he had managed it or failed miserably.
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Post by Felicity Grey on Jan 5, 2010 18:42:51 GMT -4
Flick felt Killian move off to the side, and chose not to move around to face him. It would probably be easier not to act like she can see him... that did tend to freak people out somewhat. She also chose to ignore his comment about his looks, he obviously knew that wasn't what she meant. She was blind after all. She could feel him freeze at her statement and she knew she was completely right. Which really left the question of how.
"What...are you talking about Flick?"
Sighing, Flick turned around and deliberately looked past him. "Here's the thing, Killian. I'm psychic. Full on, talks to dead people, reads thoughts, sees the future psychic. And you... well... you're... an enigma."
"If I had died...I don't think I could eat bagels with you,"
"And yet you have died, and here you are," she pointed out. "I'm not going to ask you why, or how, because it's hardly my place, but now you know that I know. And if you want to hate me and leave... I guess I deserve that... I'd just really appreciate you keeping the gun safely in your waistband."
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Apr 9, 2010 22:22:38 GMT -4
Killian's hands gripped the edge of the counter; it was really hold on to the counter or end up on his ass...for the moment he preferred to stay standing and some what calm...some what being the key statement. That was of course the problem. Here was the seemingly normal girl; the girl he had run into completely by accident...the normal but blind girl...the normal but blind girl who had a feeling he had died...the normal but blind girl who...
"Here's the thing, Killian. I'm psychic. Full on, talks to dead people, reads thoughts, sees the future psychic. And you... well... you're... an enigma."
...And there went normal.
"I've been told I'm more of a blonde..." Killian muttered not exactly sure what other response he could have to her statekment about being a psychic and him being an enigmna...actually now that he thought about it he wasn't entirely sure he knew what the hell being an enigma entailed.
"And yet you have died, and here you are. I'm not going to ask you why, or how, because it's hardly my place, but now you know that I know. And if you want to hate me and leave... I guess I deserve that... I'd just really appreciate you keeping the gun safely in your waistband."
Killian stared back at Flick for several moments in silence...the minutes ticked by and still there were no words. he had spent year after year...after year alone. Never having a soul to talk to never mind people hwo knew who he was. And now here he was with a vampire...and a psychic who talked about him as if he was the daily newscast.
He wanted to tell her she was right...that however she did what she did she had known right...he was dead...or well had been...a lot. Leaning heavily against the counter behind him Killian slunk to the ground until he was sitting on the floor his head resting against thecabinets behind him.
All he wanted was to know a normal person; have something in his life that was ok...that just ahd the slightest hint of normalcy to it.
"I haven't just died..." Killian's voice finally broke through the silence as he stared blankly ahead of him.
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Post by Felicity Grey on Apr 10, 2010 4:23:47 GMT -4
For a long moment there was silence. Flick heard nothing but the sound of breaths and heart beats, both hers and Killian's. But after a while, she heard the sound of him slowly sinking to the floor, and she found herself really wishing she had kept her mouth shut. Generally reavealing one was psychic didn't go down well in regular circumstances, why she had thought revealing it in less than normal circumstances would be any better, she had no idea.
She should have just kept quiet, pretended she was normal, pretended she didn't think any thing was weird about Killian. But no, she had to go and open her big mouth and ruin everything. Well done, Flick, well done.
"I haven't just died..."
Come again?
Flick searched as best she could for Killian's spot on the floor. She went to step closer to him, but figured he'd probably prefer a little space. "What... what do you mean?"
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Apr 10, 2010 4:35:09 GMT -4
"What... what do you mean?"
Killian ahd been rather content burning a hole into the cabinet with his eyes when Flick's voice sliced through the silence of the kitchen. In a perfect world his response would have made all the sense in teh world and they could have moved along from there. Of course his answer hadn't really been much of an answer at all it had been more of an awkward statement.
He stared up at her from the floor and he really wished they didn't have to have this conversation. It would ruin everything...he could say "it normally did" but then again he had never had this particular conversation with anyone. Not for a very very very very long time. But it had either been answer or leave and have her think he was a prick who thought she was out of her mind. Though in the long run Killian wasn't sure she wouldn't wish he had picked her thinking he was a prick above the truth.
"Just to get it out there now...I'm not a zombie," Killian explained...he really did hate being classified as a zombie.
Killian forced himselt to take a shakey breath as he closed his eyes for several moments; there was really no going back from this.
"I'm..."
Damn it all to hell...
"...I can just leave if you want...it could be better that way...you could just make up your own conclusions," Killian explained half hoping she would say yes and he could just leave; but that was the cowards way out and he knew that and ahted himself for the thought just the same.
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Post by Felicity Grey on Apr 10, 2010 7:30:17 GMT -4
More silence. And it wasn't any less of an awkward one either. Flick was more than half expecting Killian to just walk out and never speak to her again, claiming she was crazy (which she was on occasion afraid she might very well be) or evil or any number of things that could be thought about her. But she neither heard nor felt any movement from him suggesting that he might leave. That was a good sign at least.
"Just to get it out there now...I'm not a zombie,"
"I know," she assured him. Zombies felt different... he may have technically risen from the dead - if she was right - but he was most definitely not a zombie.
"I'm..."
It took every ounce of energy Flick had not to press him for an explanation. She knew it she had no right to ask, but it didn't make her any less curious.
"...I can just leave if you want...it could be better that way...you could just make up your own conclusions,"
Flick sighed and dropped to the floor herself, pulling her legs close to her chest and resting her chin on her knees. "I don't want you to leave, Killian," she told him kindly. "That doesn't mean you can't, of course... if you want to... but you don't have to..."
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Apr 10, 2010 19:33:10 GMT -4
"I don't want you to leave, Killian. That doesn't mean you can't, of course... if you want to... but you don't have to..."
Killian looked at anything in the kitchen besides Flick; it wasn't as if she could see him but just the same he didn't want to look at her because he didn't want to see what she thought when he told her. It would have been easier if she had told him to go; to leave and not come back and then he could have gone back home and they would have gone to Salem where he no doubt would have been killed...again and all would be normal with the world.
Killian liked things simple...an easy equation to how life worked and he had been working at it for some time now...and then Flick came along. It was true to point out that he ahd technically explained to Alexis what he was but that was only because she had killed him and he had come back pissed and wanting to scare the hell out of her. Even then though there was a limit to Lex's knowledge about what had been done to Killian all those years agi and what he truley was. Hell Killian wasn't even sure he knew exactly what it was he was.
"You were right when you said I have died...but the um small print of it is that I've died several times..." Killian explained his vocie low and his eyes focused on the ground.
"It's not as easy to say I have died and come back..." Killian explained still refusing to look over at Flic.
"I've died several times...several...as in 7 times...and counting."
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Post by Felicity Grey on Apr 11, 2010 0:18:30 GMT -4
"You were right when you said I have died...but the um small print of it is that I've died several times..."
Flick decided it was a very good thing that she had already sat down because she was pretty sure that news would have caused her to fall over. Several times? She hadn't expected that. She'd been thinking that maybe he'd died a while ago and some distraught family member had found a way to bring him back or something. But dying multiple times? Either he had really crappy luck and a very powerful family, or something entirely different was going on.
"It's not as easy to say I have died and come back... I've died several times...several...as in 7 times...and counting."
"Seven times?!" Flick said before she could stop herself. Not so much out of fear, as out of amazement. "So either you've lived a very eventful seventeen years or you're a hell of a lot older than you say you are."
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Apr 11, 2010 1:49:23 GMT -4
"Seven times?!"
Killian flinched slightly having hoped that her reaction wouldn't have been so...startled. But then again nobody really took the news that somebody had died more then once "well" so he figured it was to be expected. Of course he began to wonder if perhaps now would be a good time to take his leave?...But then again he had already opened the can of worms so he mine as well keep digging because honestly it only got worse from this point on.
"So either you've lived a very eventful seventeen years or you're a hell of a lot older than you say you are."
Killian stared at Flick for several moments a bit taken aback by what she was finding imporant to investigate...and why she wasn't screaming and/or demanding he get the hell out of her house.
"I was 17 years old when I died...the first time...that was...it was um...315 years ago..." Killian replied figuring he had bigger problems now then to worry about the age difference between Flick and himself...a lot more to worry about.
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Post by Felicity Grey on Apr 11, 2010 4:21:03 GMT -4
"I was 17 years old when I died...the first time...that was...it was um...315 years ago..."
Flick raised her eyebrows in surprise. "You're... 332...? That's... I mean... just... wow..."
She sounded like an idiot, and she knew it. But she could honestly say she'd never met anyone that old before... and she was usually able to pick people's ages... but then again, she couldn't figure anything about Killian out, why should she have been able to get his age?
"That must've been awful for you," she said suddenly. "I mean, correct me if I'm wrong - I've never died before - but death's not exactly pleasant, is it?"
Then another thought struck her.
"Did you say 'and counting'?"
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Apr 11, 2010 23:08:50 GMT -4
"You're... 332...? That's... I mean... just... wow..."
"Yeah something like that..." Killian muttered. He really wouldn't classigy it as "wow" but to each their own. That was when it dawned on him though. Her choice of words "wow." She hadn't screamed or kicked him out or hurled any number of insults or threats at him that he had been waiting about 300 years for.
It may have been Flick who had called Killian out on what he was but she was no normal girl either.
"That must've been awful for you. I mean, correct me if I'm wrong - I've never died before - but death's not exactly pleasant, is it?"
"Which time specifically?...And no...death is far from pleasent," Killian explained his voice still low and even and his eyes still searching the kitchen and refusing not to lock on to Flick.
He figured if he didn;t focus on how bizzare this whole situation was it would hit him until a long while when he was hopefully on his way to Salme. Well there was a thought; who would have actually thought that Salem would look good compared to any situation? There was a first time fo everything apprently.
"Did you say 'and counting'?"
"Yup...I've gotta die 2 more times before I can stop ruining the undertakers hard work," Killian explained with another shrug that was lost on Flick.
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Post by Felicity Grey on Apr 19, 2010 2:21:08 GMT -4
"Which time specifically?...And no...death is far from pleasent,"
Flick decided not to answer what she was sure was probably a rhetorical question, figuring that hearing about any one of his deaths in any detail would probably be a bit much for both of them at this point in time. Maybe later... or maybe not... it didn't really matter all that much.
"Yup...I've gotta die 2 more times before I can stop ruining the undertakers hard work,"
"Nine lives?" she mused aloud. "Ha, you're like a cat..." why were her sentences getting progressively lamer?
"Wait... so if you're over 300... this guardian of yours - your aunt - does she really exist or did you make her up so it didn't seem like you were a random seventeen year old living alone in New York?"
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Apr 19, 2010 12:50:03 GMT -4
"Nine lives?...Ha, you're like a cat."
"Yeah...something like that," Killian responded slightly uncomfortable still about the course of the conversation.
Killian was rather certain that real cats had it easier then he did...he would almost bet money that they didn't actually die in order to go through their lives. Though that was a bit wishy washy perhaps the fact that Killian did indeed die allowed him to keep a better track of how much longer until he was screwed permanently.
"Wait... so if you're over 300... this guardian of yours - your aunt - does she really exist or did you make her up so it didn't seem like you were a random seventeen year old living alone in New York?"
"She is real...ish," Killian explained not exactly certain how to go about explaining Alexis, or what she was, or what sort of danger/baggage came with her. Killian figured that perhaps it was best if Flick didn't know all of those sordid details...if anything it would stop the likes of Gardener pounding down her door.
"Why do you want to know all of this?" Killian asked shifting slightly on the floor his voice rather distant as he continued to focus on anything and everything but Flick. She had gotten to him and not many were able to do that.
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Post by Felicity Grey on Apr 20, 2010 15:00:50 GMT -4
"She is real...ish,"
Realish. Right. Flick figured it would be best to leave it at that, after all, it was rude to press for information about someone you'd never met before. That woulnd't stop her from wondering what the hell 'realish' meant.
"Why do you want to know all of this?"
"Hmm? Oh, I just wanted to know why I couldn't figure you out, and now I'm just curious about how it all works... Oh..." She trailed off, feeling like a complete dick. "I'm asking too many questions, aren't I? I'm sorry, I'll just butt out now." Good job, Flick. So much for the 'respect others' privacy' rule. She really should have noticed how uncomfortable he was with the current topic of conversation.
"In fact," she said, pulling herself to her feet and stretching. "I might go back to bed... if you still don't want to go home, there's about three million spare rooms and a couple of couches, take your pick."
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