fandomhighdorms | The Landing of the Second Floor Stairs, Late Sunday Afternoon.

Adah stood with her hand curled tightly against a side of the wall, at the very top of the stairs leading up to the second floor landing. She'd been standing there, actually, for quite some time; her hand was clenched so much that her knuckles were white. She'd just been standing there, staring slightly down at the stairs. Staring, unmoving, indecisive. The only signs of life, actually, that the stock still girl with the crooked posture and the unblinking stare seemed to show was her steady breathing and the occasion shifting of her fingers, as if trying to resituate them into a tighter ball. There were a lot of stairs. She kind of wanted to go play at the clinic like she knew she should, but all those stairs.

Finally, she took a deep breath. For the first time in at least a half hour, she took a very careful, tentative step...

...As soon as her toes touched the next step, she jerked it back.

Okay. Not so ready as she thought. Adah swallowed hard, picturing nothing more than her little crooked body failing to keep footing, falling down, crumbling down each step, and winding up a great big tangle of useless limbs at the bottom. It was definitely more than just her knuckles that were white now; the girl was as pale as a ghost.

And not moving again for at least a little bit longer. Maybe she should just go back to her room. She didn't know.

So she was just going to stand there some more. Staring. Deciding.

[[ open, clearly, as, hello, stairs, though I might be wont to disappearing in a bit ]]

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Sokka ZOOOMED! up the stairs... and stopped, blinking at Adah. "What's a matter?" he asked. "Are there monsters on the stairs? I'll get 'em!"

Adah stared a little moment at the stairs, trying to recover a little for how her body naturally just tightened up and closed off with the boy running around like that. At least it got her to blink a few times, but then her eyes, wide as ever, shifted toward him and found a new place to stare. What what he talking about? There weren't monsters on stairs; that was just stupid. There were no such things as monster, except in Hell, but Adah didn't think even those were real, because her Father always said they'd get her when she did bad things, and they never, ever did.

Sokka waved his arms at her. "You okay? Or can't you talk? It's not good to not be able to talk but I hearded you talk an' you could talk before. Do you want me to find River? Or I can give you a pigcow-y-back ride to the libary or stuff?"

Adah stared at the little ponytailed boy a little more. First monsters, and now pigcows. She had to admit, though, she was rather fond of the idea of a pigcow, but she did get a little troubled over trying to figure out which half was the pig and which half was the cow. That was the reason for her first, delayed, slow shift in expression, a wrinkling in her forehead as her eyebrows sunk in a frown. Well, she supposed it would all depend: which part did bacon come from? That part should stay the pig, without a doubt.

Once she got that settled, though, she realized that this boy talked too much and too quickly for her to be comfortable, and her shoulder, the good one, started to creep up even more and she turned herself mostly away. All except for her eyes, under those frowning eyebrows, still watching him, as if afraid he'd do something quick and sudden that would make everything shift on her, and she hated that.

Sokka poked at Adah worriedly. "You okay? If you're not okay you need to go to the healer, and she'll make it all better." He scratched his head. "Or are you just being weird again?"

Adah let out a whining, groaning sort of noise, long and dragged out as his frown grew deeper at the poking. Her shoulder went up more, and she tried to make it clear to Sokka that she didn't like people touching her. She didn't care if that made her weird. She liked being weird. She was going to stay being weird, too, so he could just go and fall down the stairs.

Sokka frowned back. "I'm just tryin' to HELP!!!" he told her. But at least he knew she didn't need a healer, she was just bein' weird. That was TOTALLY okay. Funny cripple girls were ALLOWED to be weird. It was the RULES.

He shrugged and slid past her. "Have a nice day!!!" he called, as he zoomed up the rest of the stairs to his room.

Edited 2008-03-31 01:48 (UTC)

The Landing of the Second Floor Stairs, Late Sunday Afternoon.

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