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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/2/2016 5:46:04 PM
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[i]Charlie sunk in his seat and sighed.[/i]
"Did those who wronged you get punished?"
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"Er... yeah...." [i]She recalled back to the multiple people that had straight up killed the assaulters, and shuddered.[/i] "Definitely...."
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"Did they get punished the same way that they hurt you?"
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"Well... no...." [i]She said, shuffling. It was rather unfair, really.[/i]
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"Can you go into more detail of how they [u][b]ass[/b][/u]aulted and molested you?"
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[i]Alyssa ignored Charlie's emphasis on the word "assault", or at least tried to. She didn't want to answer, but... it was required.[/i] "Er... well... they groped my... uh... mm...." [i]She blushed, and her mouth suddenly seemed to be zipped shut.[/i]
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"Please, Miss Alyssa. Nothing leaves this room and this is strictly professional."
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"Um...." [i]Alyssa took a deep breath, uncertain, now, if this 'test' was an actual test.[/i] "Well... I... my breasts... they... did some stuff." [i]She shuddered, extraordinarily uncomfortable with the topic. Her cheeks were redder than a tomato, as she looked down at her feet, unwilling to go on.[/i]
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[i]Charlie got up, put his hand on Alyssa's shoulder, and knelt next to her. He looked into her eyes and spoke to her in the same voice he used earlier.[/i] "Everything is going to be okay. I'll take the blame if you don't want to fully answer the question."
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"O-okay," [i]She murmured, looking at Charlie.[/i] "Next question?"
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"I'm going to go against the rules and say you need a break from the questions. So, lets go get something to eat. That sound good?"
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"... um... okay," [i]She said, unsure of what else to do. Getting up, she shoved her hands into the pockets of her skinny jeans, looking up at Charlie, who stood a full nine inches taller than her.[/i]
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[i]Charlie looked down at Alyssa and chuckled.[/i] "I didn't realize how short you are compared to me. Well, follow me?" [i]He walked out of the room.[/i]
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[i]Alyssa followed, wondering where they were off to.[/i]
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[i]Charlie stops and starts coughing into his hand.[/i] "Why don't you just go get food and bring some back for me? I'll pay for it all when you come back." [i]He quickly makes his way back to the room and Alyssa sees as he goes by that there was blood on his hand.[/i]
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Edited by NOTAPUBLICALT: 10/3/2016 1:54:58 AM[i]Alyssa blinked, pushing her eyeglasses up as she looked over at the blood on Charlie's hand. She stopped for a moment, opened her mouth to say something, then grit her teeth, closing her mouth. In her experience, Charlie probably either wouldn't want to talk about it or wouldn't want her to know, and so she turned, and continued walking. She went to an Italian restaurant, ordering Baked Ziti for herself and Fettuccine Alfredo for Charlie, hoping that he liked pasta. She paid, then turned and left the restaurant, heading back to the room.[/i]
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[i]When she came back to the room he appeared to be quietly talking on a phone in an upset tone. His body was turned away from the entrance to the room and was hunched over.[/i]
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[i]Alyssa stopped by the door, unsure of what to do, to knock, to wait, to attempt to eavesdrop. She decided to wait, silently walking into the room and placing the takeout containers on her lap as she sat down at the chair at which she said before, examining Charlie's composure as he spoke, trying to see his mood. She guessed that what he was talking about was serious, relating to when he coughed up blood, and possibly life-threatening. She wasn't a medic, but she could do her best to find one if the need arose.[/i]
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[i]Charlie starts yelling and the room suddenly changes; the air gets cold, the lights dim, and there seems to be a feeling of tension in the air.[/i] "I'm not some puppet you can just control! You can't control me forever! I'm not Chuck!" [i] He throws the phone in the air where it catches on fire and turns to ashes. He just sits there in his chair for a while turned away from Alyssa, the feeling of tension in the room now replaced with gloom.[/i]
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[i]Alyssa was surprised, shocked, and confused by Charlie's sudden outburst, an expression that was shown clearly on her freckled face. She stood up suddenly, lips pursed tightly as she looked at him.[/i] "U-uh... s-sir?" [i]She said cautiously, wanting to comfort Charlie in some way. However, she didn't know how; Alyssa was a mostly unsocial person, spending all her time reading novels, practicing violin, and studying magic. She didn't have the slightest clue as to what to do in this situation, and she beat herself up inwardly for it. To her, ignorance was the worst quality a human could have, and she was feeling surprisingly ignorant at the moment.[/i]
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[i]The room changed back to normal as Charlie spun his chair around to face Alyssa. He had that same smile he had when she first walked in that door.[/i] "Hello, Miss Alyssa. I see you brought some food back."
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"I-I...." [i]Alyssa gulped, unsure what to think of what she just saw. She contemplated asking Charlie about it, but didn't want to intrude on his privacy. If he wanted to talk about it, he'd surely say so... right? Alyssa was uncertain, and wondered to herself what Charlie thought of her, if he found her trustworthy or not. Shaking the thought from her head, she, as well, tried to act like she didn't see a thing. She wasn't much of an actress.[/i] "Y-yeah. Fettuccine Alfredo... Italian," [i]She added, hoping even more that he liked pasta. She pulled out the take out container, placing it on the desk. It was still warm.[/i]
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[i]It's weird how he acts as if the events beforehand had never happened.[/i] "Is something wrong?" [i]He grabs the container and starts to eat from it with a plastic fork.[/i] "Oh, I love Alfredo."
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[i]Alyssa smiled falsely, opening her own container, beginning to eat, and silently wondering if Charlie was mad. She soon finished, throwing her trash out, dabbing at her thin lips with a napkin.[/i] "Okay, any more questions?" [i]She asked, hiding the fact that she wanted out.[/i]
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[i]Charlie threw his trash into the air as it caught on fire.[/i] "Well, yeah. I just asked you what's wrong. I'm a psychiatrist I can tell something is up."
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"O-oh. N-nothing." [i]Alyssa frantically tried to think up an excuse for why she was acting like she was, something to distract Charlie. A distraction. What usually distracted men? Alyssa finally had a realization, and gulped. She didn't want to do it, but she also didn't want Charlie to know what she had seen, if he didn't already, or if he had some sort of multiple personality disorder.[/i] "Just wondering," [i]She began, attempting to add a seductive tone to her voice. She wasn't good at it, and much less when she really didn't want to do it, but it got the point across.[/i] "Well... what do you think of me?" [i]An attempt to bat her eyelashes sexily, like what she saw in movies. Comical, the nicest way to put it.[/i]
