Kiss the Princess and Make Her Bleed. (Open)

[Omen]

She was in a bed and her head was throbbing. White scratchy sheets brushed against her skin like a sandpaper bath; weren't sheets supposed to be soft? You know, like the cuddly silk ones you see in furniture magazines? But no, these were thick and coarse on her tender flesh. Her fingers roamed toward her face, searching for the source of the thumpity thump in her noggin. Above her right brow was a small cut sewn over with black lumpy stitches. And then Omen remembered why she was there, she had fallen.


Again.



Omen shouldn't be allowed to go out in public.




Bad things tended to happen.




Last she remembered, Omen was making a mandatory provision run to the food area...court....cafeteria...whatever. The voices had clogged her brain with Past's and pain that drowned out even her abnormally loud music. She must have had a "Qi" seizure. And now she was in the hospital...again.


Between her hair, her eyes and the white of the walls around her it was enough to make the small girl near retch with contempt. She poked her feet out of the blankets and onto the cold floor. Omen had to jump just to get off the bed. There was tiny....and then there was Omen tiny.

Step 1: Find clothes.

Step 2: Get the hell out of a public place.


Blind eyes searched the room, looking ever closely to see if she could spot the enormous amounts of cloth that covered her head to foot. Ah ha! In the corner the sneaky nurses had hid them buried beneath some towels! Omen quickly stepped into the massive coverings and popped her head out the door for a peek. She was wearing a floor length black skirt, a large green shirt covered by a purple XXL hooded jacket. These with tightly latched sandals and a purple sun hat larger than her torso completed the "Hiding: Please go away" look.

Small toes tip toed their way out the door, Ipod firmly in place in her ears.



Now all she had to do is get out of the hospital alive.



Irony's a bitch huh?

[Trizen Takano]

((Heya, welcome to PHS 42 ^^ ))

Here he was again, the young man from school paying a visit to a dear friend.

'Tch, if Ryuu can pull off some sort of ninja dealie, then so could I,' the boy thought to himself. The raven-haired boy knew how late it was, and visiting hours were most definitely off the clock, but here the boy wanted to prove that he too can stay all night with a friend. He had already with her since the last couple of visits she was here, but this one was different. It felt different. The boy felt he needed to make that impression.

'I'll show Ryuu he's not the only one that could sneak into hospitals late at night.' The boy thought as he snuck his way out of the stairwell and onto the current floor. He looked around the corner, both sides empty. No guards. No nurses. No one. 'Sweet!'

Down the hall he went walking. He listened for anyone in particular but heard no one. This was a good thing. He felt good sneaking into a facility and figured his shinobi training had gone over well with him. Until---

SMACK!

The boy had collided with some strangely hooded girl in a purple jacket. That's weird. She looked weird. Was she doing the same thing he was? He certainly gave her the benefit of the doubt.

"Oh hey sorry," he said trying to be quiet, "You're not a nurse are you?"

[Omen]

(( Thanks <333))
Music blasted in her ears and it cut out every sound. Everything and anything that would set her off in a fit was blasted away by the sounds of screaming violins and the rolling of drums rocking around in her head. The down side to this was that when rounding corners with music ricocheting in your mind leaves your ears blind to the pitter patter of pain incarnate. Every now and then Omen would crash land into a nightmare because her savior, her music decided to play God with sanity now and then.

Woo fricking hoo.

Her tiny body collided with the much larger mass of the boy she scampered into. She landed on her butt, the purple hat of her's had flown away and the tumbling mass of white hair spilled down her shoulder onto her lap. Milky white eyes looked up to his blind horror as her brain began to crumble to the demanding orders of the boy's Past.

"Trizen!" Omen managed to gurgle out as the memories came before clutching her head and moaning, completely lost in the flow of time.


She was Trizen, young and heartbroken over his mother's death.



Learning in school, being picked on. Scorned for his family and money.


259. Blaze and Dr. Clavering.


Emily.



Then the riots swarmed up to meet her. She relived the violence that he saw, witnesses the brutality of it all....


"Em, back at the riot last week, I saw so many terrible things. Students were going crazy over these new policies... I didn't know what to think. Everyone fought with each other and no one had any sense of order or responsibility minus the ones who were trying to see Mr. Purple."

The words pushed out from her mouth, mimicking the very moment he said it to David Blaze and Emily.


Omen rolled her head back and let out a small whimper. It was almost over....so sweetly almost over.


"I don't believe Gabriel would want to attack you. Guys, he was the one that called us together in the first place to try and find a solution to 42's problem. Why would he attack someone he trusts? An ally?"


And then it released her. It hadn't been so bad. Not nearly so bad as others. No rape.



She hated rape.



Omen's head snapped back and those pale creepy orbs stared into Trizen's face. You could almost say she knew him almost as well as he knew himself. Almost. Her be-sandaled scrabbled against the cold tiled floor as she scooted back from him. Still on the ground and snatched her hat back and placed her hair back in it's cage. Being blind was bad enough....having people stare at her freakish white hair was worse.


Omen's eyes locked down on the ground and she slowly pushed herself up to her feet. She felt like screaming. The pain....just from making Qi contact was awful. Her head pounded. It screeched with the effort to release itself from the tangles of Trizen's memories. Black hands grabbed at her temples once more.


A trickle of blood ran from her stitches above her right eye.









It was amazing that Omen wasn't an alcoholic yet.

[Trizen Takano]

((Whoa... you looked through the threads too? Something tells me this is gonna be interesting.))

"Trizen!"

The pair of them were on their butts, but she definitely gave him goosebumps. The boy of fifteen didn't know what to think as she looked pretty unstable. Whatever was wrong with her, she knew him. Or of him. Something of that nature.

Trizen's eyes were opened wide as she quoted his memories. Things he kept in his mind for rainy days, or that were perhaps on the surface of his mind. The boy had a few theories in his mind, though knew they were probably wrong. The links and common denominators to those quotes were Emily and she was on his mind. Were those memories also the aftermath of Emily in mind? Was she the trigger? And how was this girl able to scan his mind like that? Did she do it on purpose? Time seemed to take its time she muttered words of his life. As much as he was scared, somewhere in that moment of time he heard that Lauryn Hill tune. "Strumming my pain with her fingers. Singing my life with her words." Something like that. Those were the lyrics. As quickly as that moment came, it left as he still didn't have a solid answer. Until...

Omen's head snapped back. Her long white hair with it. The boy wasn't sure what to think, the thought of demon possession even came into his mind. He had seen that kind of thing before, but this was different. He didn't feel an entity of sorts. Just her. She was in the hospital for something that happened. Probably someone that happened. If she was in such a rush to get her hat back on, then she wasn't visiting anyone. She was trying to leave. He knew what that felt like. It was a deeper memory, but for some reason, he felt like she understood. Then it came down. That trickle of blood. She was in clear pain. Pieces were starting to come together in his mind, but like he thought before, they were only assumptions.

The boy was already on his knees and he didn't approach her. He was shaken, but he knew she needed some kind of help. Not to mention she was blind. He had a knack for meeting the blind ones for some reason. He smirked when he thought of Thirteen.

"I don't know what I can do, but I want to help you," he said to her. He didn't move to touch her. She was probably very defensive. "Please. You look really shaken up, I don't want you to be by yourself. Not like this."

He would wait for her to speak.

[Omen]

*throb*



*throb*


*throb*


Her head pounded. It was always like this after a Viewing, no matter if the past was bad or not. Her powers were involuntary and took over no matter what she did. Omen tried to control them, she tried very hard but nothing seemed to work. All in all it was really retarded.....and especially hurtful.

Omen ticked back to time when she didn't have this burden on her shoulders.


Back when she was normal.

"I don't know what I can do, but I want to help you,"


"Please. You look really shaken up, I don't want you to be by yourself. Not like this."

Each word was punctuated by a screeching jab to her head. "Just....don't talk. Please." Her eyes were downcast and her lower lips began to tremble slightly. It wasn't like she was trying to be rude but still...she could only deal with so much pain.

She really ought to learn sign language, it would make things simpler. Right now Omen was still depending on scratch pieces of paper and stick-like penmanship to get her wishes across to others.


Black hands dug around in her pocket and found a tissue. Feeling slightly skittish she dabbed the pink papery thing at the blood on her forehead.


And all this happened just because she wanted a bite to eat...


Omen was going to have to find another way to get sustenance, getting stitches just to eat wasn't going to work.

[Trizen Takano]

The boy had no idea what to do. He was puzzled.

He wanted to help her up, but touching her might involve another one of those highly-irregular moments. He wanted to speak to her, but she was in clear pain and even started bleeding. The boy wanted to look into her eyes, but forgot momentarily that she was blind. Stumped. That was the only word he came up with.

'Now what?' he questioned in thought, as he itched the top of his head. 'Maybe she could read minds?'

The thought was nice, but he had no idea for sure. But, something did catch his eye on making one of those confused faces he made when he was puzzled.

Trizen got up and walked close to one of the room doors. Leaning against it was a foldable wheelchair. It seemed that the person who was originally using the chair was in the room sleeping. Trizen could hear the young lady snoring.

"I'll uh... just borrow this..." he whispered as though he was talking to the woman in the room. Trizen did mean what he said by borrowing. Chances were that by the next morning, a wheelchair would be back in the room for the woman to use. But for now, Trizen would use it for the stranger he met.

The black haired sophomore wheeled the chair up to where Omen sat and tipped the edge of her heel with the front wheel. He knew he wasn't to talk around her, lest she had another one of those moments, but he hoped she would know that there was a wheelchair for her. He would take the young lady wherever she needed to go.

[Omen]

Omen's eyes watched him blindly as he pilfered a wheelchair for her. It was oddly sweet. He wasn't so bad at least. She shuddered again as she dabbed the tissue at her forehead. It could've been worse she told herself. It wasn't that bad. Not bad at all.

Omen forced down her nausea and the pain in her body so she could move her slight frame onto the chair. It was difficult to walk, but it normally was after a Seeing.

Ever so slowly she was getting used to this pain.


She curled her legs underneath her and rested her white head against the back of the leathery chair. Blind eyes sought his own darker ones and she smiled faintly up at him. Black hands searched amongst her pockets until she came up with a pen.

On the bloodied tissue she wrote in her scratchy handwriting:

Thank you.

[Trizen Takano]

The nameless girl was certainly very brave. Trizen always did have that innate sense of responsibility when seeing someone who needed some kind of help. He didn't know it was there, but the boy had it coming from his mother, though if anything, Omen probably knew that after her Seeing.

She climbed up onto the chair, slowly, but she made her way. The boy was rather relieved when she did, he hoped in all that she would turn out alright from this. All he had to do was take her where she needed to go. But how? He wasn't able to speak to her without hurting her. He gazed forward and saw the silver doored elevator, he would go there and see what happens from there. He hoped she was psychic or something. Or perhaps her Qi transmitted messages through a vibe or feeling. Well, whatever the transition of communication, the boy hoped it would come into play. He hoped.

Looking down for a bit of assurance, Trizen couldn't help but smile. She was looking up at him, into his eyes somehow, and she smiled. Faintly, but it was a smile nonetheless. For him, it was like a token for transit. Then he saw her write on her bloodied tissue. The hand writing. Those words.

'She must have received her blindness approaching her teens...' the boy thought to himself, 'Did the Qi do this to her?'

Whatever the reason, Trizen figured it was none of his business and would keep the guesses in his own mind. For now, he wheeled the young lady towards the elevator and pushed the button. There was only one.

The pair waited for a bit as a small ring of a bell announced the arrival and opening of the elevator doors. Trizen wheeled in Jane Doe, slowly spun the chair around for her to face the front, then leaned over her (without touching he hoped) to push the button for the lobby. Successful. The pair of them would be in the elevator for the while. They were on the 14th floor afterall.

[Omen]

Omen looked up at the boy once again,her hands were tucked neatly in her lap as she stared. He was helping her. That was really quite odd. She wasn't really used to "kindness" or "friendliness." At least not with outsiders. Her family...was...very kind. Her heart ached as she thought back to her home. She missed the hot African sun and smell of the desert.

But that wasn't important now...surviving was important.

Omen put her earbuds in and cranked up the volume on her 'pod. The shimmering music lanced through her, enveloping her in a instrumental embrace. It was her one saving grace, the cream of the modern world.


John Williams.

Howard Shore.

Danny flipping Elfman.


Omen sighed, music was good.



Maybe this place wasn't so bad? Minus of course the random and painful encounters to some unsightly people.

But you win some, you lose some....right?

She took the bloody tissue once again and scribbled something on it.





My name is Omen, it's nice to meet you Trizen.

[Trizen Takano]

Trizen had a pretty active imagination. He had to at this point. The elevator music playing Napoleon Dynomite-esque bossa novas were killing him. He couldn't stand the cheesiness of it all. He figured by the end of the elevator ride, he might become lactose intolerant. Might being the keyword. His saving grace was his imagination. The boy heard music of the soundtrack Memoirs of a Geisha and smirked. The cellist Yo-Yo Ma playing the main theme with the rest of the studio orchestra.

He felt like figuring out the progressions of the tune, though was doing that subconsciously. Anything to get his mind off the elevator music.

'Wait...'

Trizen tried to rewind the music in his mind on trying to figure out a thought, but it wouldn't rewind! Why not? It was the girl. She was blaring the music from iPod. Well that was something. He had never met anyone at school that listened to anything other than rock, and here she was now playing Danny Elfman. In bias and a smirk, he looked down at the girl (who was already looking up at him) and hoped to somehow convey the sarcastic thought that Elfman wrote a lot of the same kind of music.

For a moment, he thought he did, but instead he got something much more valuable from the tissue. Her name. Now he was nervous. He wasn't sure if he could speak or not. Trizen hated giving the wrong sort of feeling or impression, particularly if it meant breaking a rule that would hurt her ears. He hoped he would be able to speak to her soon, because the elevator stopped. The doors opened and Trizen wheeled Omen out into the lobby. There were nurses, security guards, patients, family members, anything at a typical hospital. It was busy.

'Oh damn...' Trizen thought as he slowly wheeled a little further out into the lobby. 'Where to now?'

He turned the chair left, right then pushed straight a bit in hopes of conveying that question. Hopefully she would write an answer. That and he hoped no one else bumped into them or skimmed them. He already had to dodge a nurse who was staring profusely at Omen. Were they caught?