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Post by Nightshadow on Aug 8, 2006 16:19:19 GMT -5
"Favorite?" Hannah echoed, still looking confused. She had only ever been exposed to about a dozen types of food, none of them she particularly liked. In fact, Hannah didn't have a clue what Scott was making. It looked like he had dumped sticks in a pot to cook them, which seemed strange. She gave a little frown and shook her head.
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Post by Polaris on Aug 8, 2006 16:27:38 GMT -5
It made Jean sad. This girl had lived such a hard life and she was so young. She smiled at Hannah and pointed out the window. "Out back there's a pool you can go swimming in, a lake, places to play sports and a whole bunch of other things. We'll get you a room upstairs that will have your bed and places to put your things. If you want I can see if you can have a room near my own." Jean offered.
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Post by Nightshadow on Aug 8, 2006 16:35:43 GMT -5
"Okay." Hannah nodded, before turning her gaze to Scott. "Why is he boiling sticks?" She was frowning again, tilting her head to one side. She thought for a moment before saying, "Can you fix this?" Hannah pointed to her chest and abdomen. Jean hadn't seen the bruises and cuts on her body, nor the bruised area where her rib was fractured.
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Post by Polaris on Aug 8, 2006 16:41:09 GMT -5
Scott laughed when he heard the question, but kept cooking and let Jean answer. He didn't want to scare her again. "Umm, they aren't sticks. It's pasta that has been dried and he's cooking them so we can eat them. It's good, I promise. They get soft in the water." She looked at the cuts and bruises. "I can't fix them, but I know someone who can," she mentally called for Restore to come into the kitchen. "He'll be here soon." Jean told her. She couldn't believe that someone could do that to this little girl.
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Post by Nightshadow on Aug 8, 2006 16:46:56 GMT -5
"Jean, you called?" Allen walked into the kitchen, looking down at tne little girl, who looked petrified once more.
Hannah slipped off her chair and was hiding behind Jean once more. She really, really didn't like men. She didn't want him anywhere near her if it was at all possible.
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Post by Polaris on Aug 8, 2006 16:50:12 GMT -5
"Allen, I need you to-" she stopped when Hannah began to hide behind her again. "Hold on," she said, turning to face Hannah. "Sweetie, he can make you feel better. Won't you let him try?" She looked back at Allen. "I need you to heal some wounds she has."
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Post by Nightshadow on Aug 8, 2006 16:55:15 GMT -5
"What happened to her?" Allen said, not wanting to scare the nervous child anymore. Hannah seemed to consider what Jean said, but made no move to come out from behind her. "Any broken bones? You know I can't heal those."
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Post by Polaris on Aug 8, 2006 16:59:52 GMT -5
"I don't know how they got there, but she has a bunch of cuts and bruises on her chest. Hannah, honey do you have any broken bones?" Jean tried to bring her around to the front.
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Post by Nightshadow on Aug 8, 2006 17:05:09 GMT -5
"I don't know." Hannah said, not being able to recognize broken bones. "Papa said I was bad and I had to be punished." She said, as though it was an every day occurence, which it actually was. She allowed Jean to move her around in front of her.
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Post by Polaris on Aug 8, 2006 17:09:43 GMT -5
Jean shook her head and jumped slightly as Scott punched the counter. He hated when fathers beat up their children. There was nothing that angered him more. "Sweetie, please let Allen heal these for you," Jean begged.
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Post by Nightshadow on Aug 8, 2006 17:20:00 GMT -5
Hannah looked hesitantly back at Scott before nodding to Jean. She stayed still as Allen knelt in front of her and started using his powers on her abdomen, fixing the cuts and abrasions. He frowned when he couldn't heal the bruising over her rib. Sighing, he stood up and said, "Couldn't heal the bruising over one of her ribs. So it's either broken or fractured."
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Post by Polaris on Aug 8, 2006 17:25:51 GMT -5
"Alright, thank you Allen. Hannah, you have a broken rib so I'll wrap it with a bandage, but it needs to heal on it's own," Jean told her. "You can sit back in your seat, honey."
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Post by Nightshadow on Aug 8, 2006 17:30:16 GMT -5
Hannah slipped herself back into her seat, feeling rather strange, but better. Oddly, he hadn't hurt her, though she couldn't figure out why not. She went back to nervous fidgeting and chewing on her lower lip.
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Post by Polaris on Aug 9, 2006 0:33:56 GMT -5
Jean was trying really hard not to read her thoughts, but the emotions being emitted off her were so intense it was almost impossible. She didn't like males, Jean had gathered that much. They scared her, probably due to her father. "Hannah, how old are you? When is your birthday?"
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Post by Nightshadow on Aug 9, 2006 0:40:36 GMT -5
As Allen left the room, Hannah looked up, her eyes flitting to Scott and then back at Jean."Ten. My birthday's June twenty-four." She fell silent again, confused. Hannah still didn't quite understand the whole "caring" thing, or that not all males were abusive and cold-hearted like her father.
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Post by Polaris on Aug 9, 2006 0:48:32 GMT -5
"Ten, that's nice," Jean told her with a smile. "Do you have anything you like to do for fun? Read, watch TV, or play games?" Scott made his way over with two plates of spaghetti and set them in front of Hannah and Jean.
"I think I'll head out to play some basketball," Scott said to Jean. "I'll give you two some space." Jean knew he was referring to Hannah, but understood and nodded.
"Thank you for making this. I'll clean up once we're done."
"No, babe I'll do it later. Just leave the dishes in the sink. Bye Hannah, it was nice to have met you," Scott smiled and Hannah and turned to leave.
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Post by Nightshadow on Aug 9, 2006 1:08:21 GMT -5
"Papa says I can't watch TV. But I read a lot." Hannah seemed much calmer once Scott left the room. She didn't really play games. She had seen other play them, but her parents had never allowed her much time with others her own age. They always were either screaming and beating on her or giving her long lists of chores. The word she just heard, babe, was unfamiliar. "What's a babe?"
After asking that question, Hannah hesitantly poked the spaghetti with her tiny hands. When it seemed safe enough to her, she looked back up at Jean, trying to figure out how she was supposed to eat it. It smelled good, but it was strange looking and new to a child who had never seen pasta before.
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Post by Polaris on Aug 9, 2006 12:08:34 GMT -5
"Well, here you're allowed to watch TV and we have a whole library full of books you can read if you want to." Jean told her as she got up to grab a fork for both of them and a knife to cut Hannah's pasta. She sat back down and smiled at Hannah, "It's a nickname that Scott calls me." She wasn't too sure how to explain it. Jean pulled Hannah's plate over and began cutting the pasta into smaller pieces so she could eat it easier. Once she was done she pushed the plate back to Hannah and handed her a fork.
((Yuck, the cutting of Spaghetti...so not Italian!))
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Post by Nightshadow on Aug 9, 2006 15:08:12 GMT -5
((Yeah, I totally agree But she is a little kid)) Hannah hesitantly poked the spaghetti with her fork before eating a tiny bit. It tasted...good. After she was satisfied that it was safe, she started eating happily. This was her new favorite food.
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Post by Polaris on Aug 9, 2006 15:15:24 GMT -5
Jean smiled as she watched Hannah, she seemed to be enjoying the pasta so she began to eat hers. Jean had so many questions she wanted answers to, but she knew that right now Hannah just needed this. And time of course.
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