Log; Ongoing

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When; Friday, September 15th, 9 PM
Rating; PG-13/R for graphic story-telling.
Characters; Alessa alessalearnt, Henry wisdom_rcvr, & Rukia x_cryptic_x
Summary; Alessa tells Rukia and Henry her story.
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Alessa sat in one of the pews of the chapel, the book of William Shakespeare's Hamlet, the Prince of Denmark propped open in one hand. She read the words carefully, taking in the strange vocabulary slowly. The words themselves were beautiful, an art that she had never noticed before. The written word was enchanting her slowly but surely, and she found herself wanting to read more and more.

Candles illuminated the chapel, the priest gone to bed quite some time ago. He had not disturbed the young woman as she sat and read, and Alessa felt at peace in the silence. The man's evening prayers were beautiful to her ears, but silence, sweet silence, was the best. She shifted in her seat slightly, and glanced at the figure of Christ on the cross - the Thorned King she called him - and wondered why he was always in so much pain and agony all the time. She wondered if she would ever meet him; she could tell him that she knew how he felt.

Straightening up in her seat, Alessa marked her page as she heard the doors to the chapel opened. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment, preparing herself for reliving the nightmarish hell that had been her life for the past twenty years.

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Alessa smiled as she saw Henry, and to her, it seemed as if the room had just grown a little brighter. It was funny how happy and calm he made her feel. 'No, it's all right,' she said quietly. 'My eyes needed a break anyway, and the others are still awake.' She didn't know why they were talking in hushed voices; it just seemed as if in this place it was the thing to do.

She noticed his glance towards the crucifix, but did not comment on it. Whatever was between him and his God would remain so. She gestured to the empty space on the pew beside her. 'Care to sit down?' She asked, patting the uncomfortable seat next to her. 'We can wait for her together, if you want.'

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He nodded, trying not to look too eager. His footsteps echoed loudly on the marble floor, and he felt somehow too large and too small at the same time. When he finally reached Alessa's pew, he sat next to her, hoping he wasn't too close. There was no gauge for it. "Uh...thanks."

He stared at his surroundings, trying to think of something else to say. He hadn't just chatted with someone in a long time. "...how are you feeling?" There. That was good.

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'I'm feeling much better, thank you,' she told him, unconsciously tugging a bit on the sleeves of the knit sweater Lisa had found for her. 'Lisa doesn't want me to get sick, so I have to wear winter clothes for now. I don't mind. They're warm and comfortable.' She felt a bit strange, having a normal conversation with someone, a someone that had crossed her mind more than once lately. That bothered her. She supposed seeing him wasn't helping, but she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. He was everything she wasn't, and that appealed to her.

'...I've been reading this.' She held up the old book of Shakespeare's Hamlet, the red cover worn slightly, the pages yellow and full of old age. 'I like it...it's full of sadness, but it's a beautiful kind of sadness, if there is such a thing. Do you read, Henry?' She asked him, curious.

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He stared at the ground, then at the pew ahead of them. "....no," he eventually admitted. "Not much. I think we read Hamlet in high school, but I...uh, I don't remember any of it." He reminded himself that was almost twenty years ago now.

He tried reaching back in his memory to pull out what he had read the most recently. And no, the 21 Sacraments didn't count. After a lengthy pause, he adds, "I've read some Heinlein....uh, I don't know if you've heard of him."