Post by Marisa Lorette Anduin on Aug 16, 2011 20:31:11 GMT -5
Marisa nodded and motioned for Gabriel to follow. She saw that the cold bothered him...though she also had to wonder about the bandages.
"Of course, Gabriel...follow me, I'll show you the school. It's warmer inside than it is out here...especially at night."
She then lead him through the opposite door than they had entered. As they walked through the hallways, she couldn't hel but wonder...finally, curiosity and concern got the better of her. She had to ask.
"Um...Gabriel...if you don't mind me asking...why wear bandages as opposed to something that would help against the cold a bit better? I mean...I can tell the cold bothers you, so why not protect yourself against it better?"
Her tone was in no way derogatory...it was more filled with concern and curiosity than anything. After a few moments, shortly after he finished whatever his response may be, they would end up passing a few guards, and even a small handfull of prisoners that had apparantly just gotten out of a class that had ended. She looked over to Gabriel as she paused to speak.
"Well...this is the general school area. Almost all the doors in this section have classrooms of some sort behind them. I admit, I've never sat in on any of the classes, and thus have no clue what they're like. You're more than welcome to go to any you feel would benefit you, however. Any subjects in particular that may interest you aside from art?"
To respond to Marisa's question concerning his bandages, Gabriel thought it prudent with a demonstration.
He began to unravel the bandages of his right arm. The bandages were black but faded from having been sun-bleached out from the times Gabriel spent out during daylight hours.
His arm free of their black bindings, each of his digits began split out down his arm, opening up like a flower. What was once his fore-arm was now a set of five tentacles.
Upon closer inspection, one could make out the small circles that formed the suction force required for tentacles to grasp and manipulate objects.
Gazing at his arm in mild amusement he re-formed his arm by melding back the 5 tentacles and re-positioning them back as their former digits on his hand...
"As I tend to experiment with new form factors on occasion and at whatever instance inspiration strikes me, bandages are the only 'clothing' that really has the capacity to be re-adjusted to fit me at a moments notice. Other materials and articles of clothing would be uncomfortable, unusable, and potentially destroyed."
Carefully wrapping back up his arm with the strands of black bandages he continued on:
"As for the subjects of interest, I would like to explore their courses in biology if they've any being offered. As it would greatly benefit me in controlling my abilities as well as expand on the capacity and potential applications of it beyond what I can currently achieve."
His eyes flickered between amethyst violet and sapphire blue as he said this, his pupils constricted back down in the well-lit hallway...
Post by Marisa Lorette Anduin on Aug 17, 2011 0:55:36 GMT -5
Marisa's eyes widened a bit in shock when he unraveled the bandages around his arm, and turned it into a multitude of tentacles from his fingers. That...was a little freaky. At the same time, it was quite intriguing, and a little cool. She nodded at his verbal explanations...ok, that made more sense, then. Perhaps some thicker bandages, or else ones made from a different material, would help him better in terms of protection from cold? She also found it interesting that the tentacles had small suction cups. Gabriel then reverted his arm back to normal and fixed his bandages back into place just as Marisa was replying.
"All right then...that makes sense when you put it that way. Well, I don't see it being too hard to accommodate that...or if the Asylum can't, for whatever reason, maybe you'd be able to make a friend who would be willing to make you some extra sets...you never know, the prisoners here can take up some....interesting hobbies."
The wierdest of these hobbies she had encountered had to do with hoarding any object made from plastic...the girl had plastic silverware by the ton, in various conditions and forms of cleanliness, among other things. SHe nodded slightly as she made a mental note of what he was interested in.
"All right, then....I'll make sure to see what the school has in the way of biology for late afternoon and evening classes. I'll check it out and see what I can arrange for you later, after you've gotten back to your room."
She then wondered how he had gotten himself to the point he wanted to turn himself in...it had been pulling her curiosity string for a while now, but she wasn't about to ask. That'd be fairly rude to do. He'd share in his own time, if he wanted to. She instead gave a small smile.
"Well, it wouldn't be exactly polite to ask of this from someone I've just met..."
Gabriel's thoughts turned to Marisa's origins. In his heart he had felt an all-consuming loneliness that made his physical hunger pale in comparison.
With each foster family having been slain by his hands as well as his own biological parents and siblings... He had no one.
That was until now. It was as if the heavens themselves had answered his ardent desire to know that there was someone he could not harm. And this dream was now made manifest.
Was she a Guardian Angel? Gazing into her eyes: though synthetic and mechanical, they were graced with wisdom, kindness, and the spirit of a sleeping goddess...
He hesitated a bit. For it he feared if he sought to know the answer to this question would drive her away. She'll tell me in her own time I'd imagine...
Shaking his head he dismissed the thought:
"Its nothing. But as far as any other questions I think I'm satisfied with the arrangements concerning courses and artistic supplies. Just let me know what I might need to do in order to successfully enroll and as far as a schedule, make it convenient with your rounds."
Having failed time and time again spending the time to make facial gestures, Gabriel for the first time in years: smiled with the sincerity, gentility, and humility that was hidden beneath his gaunt features.
His eyes glimmered with an unnatural aura of warmth and admiration, like obsidian coals immersed in violet embers...
Last Edit: Aug 30, 2011 16:06:32 GMT -5 by Gabriel
Post by Marisa Lorette Anduin on Aug 17, 2011 23:15:14 GMT -5
Marisa giggled a bit when he mentioned not asking such a favor from someone he hadn't met. She shook her head a little and smiled a bit before replying.
"Of course not...I meant see if you can maybe make a friend who knows how to do such things. Then, after you know each other well enough, maybe ask him or her to help you out a little. I understand you might be worried about a few things....but if anything starts going wrong, I'll make sure to step in and help prevent anything bad from happening. I don't want you to be afraid of trying to make a few friends, ok Gabriel?"
She said this with the best of intentions...she never liked knowing that anyone was alone. She felt the worst for the prisoners that were considered "solitary confinement." She was glad Gabriel was at least able to get out and maybe meet some people. She did, however, raise her eyebrow when he mentioned that it was nothing...odd. He must have a question he's reluctant to ask. She wouldn't pressure it though...he would likely ask when he felt ready.
"Well...as I know what classes you are interested in, I can take care of the arrangements there. As for my rounds, well...my schedule's completely open, save for roughly four and a half hours each day for recharging and maintenance purposes....and maybe an occasional call to duty for purposes of capturing a mutant outside the walls, or helping stop an attempt at escape. You needn't worry about being inconvienient."
She sighed a bit when mentioning this...if it were up to her, these asylums would be less like prisons, and more like places for learning how to use the powers safely and helping promote peaceful integration into the society of humans. Of course...no one cared about her opinion. At least not out of her superiors in the Black Rose Corporation. She was brought out of this though, when she saw an actual smile out of Gabriel. This caused her to smile back at him.
"Wow...you have a nice smile when it comes out truly, Gabriel. I certainly hope to see more of it, and I will do what I can to help make sure you're as happy as you can be...well. Considering where you are, anyway."
For a brief moment, Gabriel's mind froze analogous to the manner in which one's heart could skip. In this case, Gabriel lacking a heart could not. However, his perception of the moment was somewhat distracted by that word: "Happy"
In all the time he had spent prior to his stay at Asylum 39 there wasn't a single memory or recollection that he could conjure into his conscious mind that was 'happy'. The best he could think of was 'adequate' or 'satisfactory'.
But now...
Now there was a place he could belong. Where he could feel... at home?
"...Thank you, Marisa."
He didn't need to say another word, for anything else would've been futile in attempting to express the gratuity he felt for Marisa's presence.
Asylum 39 had truly become his sanctuary, where miracles such as this can occur and hope could become more than just a dream: but a reality.
His eyes smouldering still with violet flames dancing upon obsidian coals, a tiny bead that shone like glass welt up and slid off...