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nextgenerationmarvel2013-12-29 09:19 pm
seismic_shockwave) wrote in nextgenerationmarvel2013-12-29 09:19 pm
Something Dull, Grey and Lumpy
WHO: Kayla, other peeps
WHAT: Kayla is not herself.
WHERE: The Mansion
WHEN: About a week after the Hellfire Club soiree
It had been understandable enough that Kayla had been tired after the party, even though it didn't seem right that the girl who normally got by fine on five hours of sleep in the night almost slept through her lunch shift. She'd got up just in time to help prepare that, and then had a nap before it was time to help with dinner. Then she'd gone right to bed. Not too many people had thought too much of it. Until that had become the shape of Kayla's day almost in its entirety.
From sleeping maybe five or six hours in a night and being full of energy, she'd gone to sleeping at least twice that amount of time and never seeming to have much energy for anything. She'd never lost her pallor and somewhere around day three or four, she'd mostly stopped eating, only consuming something when she noticed people were watching. She just didn't feel hungry.
From being a strong performer in her Danger Room lessons, she'd slipped enormously. From being fiery and passionate about all things great and small, she'd become strangely apathetic. She'd offer people little tired smiles, but she wasn't nearly as quick with giant grins or nearly crushing hugs as normally. It was good that she'd pretty much finished her schoolwork before the party had happened, because while she'd been physically present at her last few classes, she seemed a million miles away.
They'd tested for mono- a reasonable enough guess, but it'd come back negative. There was no real explanation for the seeming lack of motivation, spark and life in Kayla. It was as if something vital to her had been drained away. She had no memory of anything strange happeneing at the party, but she was pretty sure it'd happened there. Whether she'd caught something or it had gone out of incubation yet, she didn't know.
When she wasn't sleeping, or doing things that she was absolutely required to, she mostly just sat at the window, looking outside at nothing in particular. It didn't feel bad. There was a strange serenity about it, really. Sometimes she got a really distracted smile on her face, her eyes focused on nothing at all.
She was doing that right now, looking out the window at the landscape. It all seemed pretty enough, but it was like it was a million miles away. It never occurred to her that she could actually go outside and do things. More and more, she was content to just sit and observe.
WHAT: Kayla is not herself.
WHERE: The Mansion
WHEN: About a week after the Hellfire Club soiree
It had been understandable enough that Kayla had been tired after the party, even though it didn't seem right that the girl who normally got by fine on five hours of sleep in the night almost slept through her lunch shift. She'd got up just in time to help prepare that, and then had a nap before it was time to help with dinner. Then she'd gone right to bed. Not too many people had thought too much of it. Until that had become the shape of Kayla's day almost in its entirety.
From sleeping maybe five or six hours in a night and being full of energy, she'd gone to sleeping at least twice that amount of time and never seeming to have much energy for anything. She'd never lost her pallor and somewhere around day three or four, she'd mostly stopped eating, only consuming something when she noticed people were watching. She just didn't feel hungry.
From being a strong performer in her Danger Room lessons, she'd slipped enormously. From being fiery and passionate about all things great and small, she'd become strangely apathetic. She'd offer people little tired smiles, but she wasn't nearly as quick with giant grins or nearly crushing hugs as normally. It was good that she'd pretty much finished her schoolwork before the party had happened, because while she'd been physically present at her last few classes, she seemed a million miles away.
They'd tested for mono- a reasonable enough guess, but it'd come back negative. There was no real explanation for the seeming lack of motivation, spark and life in Kayla. It was as if something vital to her had been drained away. She had no memory of anything strange happeneing at the party, but she was pretty sure it'd happened there. Whether she'd caught something or it had gone out of incubation yet, she didn't know.
When she wasn't sleeping, or doing things that she was absolutely required to, she mostly just sat at the window, looking outside at nothing in particular. It didn't feel bad. There was a strange serenity about it, really. Sometimes she got a really distracted smile on her face, her eyes focused on nothing at all.
She was doing that right now, looking out the window at the landscape. It all seemed pretty enough, but it was like it was a million miles away. It never occurred to her that she could actually go outside and do things. More and more, she was content to just sit and observe.
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"I dunno. To be honest, I don't think that's what's up. I mean, I guess it seems logical but ... I just feel really tired and stuff. Not depressed, just ... odd."
She shrugged.
"Maybe I've just been pushing myself too hard or something."
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"Maybe you have but you've always been on the move and it didn't stop you before." Brianna said. The more she thought it over, the more she thought something happened that Kayla wasn't aware of.
"Well, let's let the doctors tell you what's going on. In the meantime you'll relax and get your energy back up."
She reached down and took Kayla's hand.
"So. I told my dad about us. He took it very well. In fact...he wants to have dinner and play some cards sometime. When you're up for it. I told him I'd talk to you about it first."
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That seemed to be totally lacking.
She slipped her hand into Brianna's. She felt slightly cool to the touch, not warm like she usually did.
"Oh cool. So ... your dad wants to swindle your poor-ass girlfriend too?" She chuckled slightly. She was joking of course, though it seemed a little quieter than normal. Kayla wasn't known for chuckling softly so much as she was for snerking or full-throated laughter.
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She doesn't want to experiment anymore, love. She just hasn't told you yet.
Brianna stiffened a little and pushed the thought out of her mind. Kayla would never treat her that way.
"Oh no. We're going to swindle him. I was planning to teach you how." she said, smiling as she held Kayla and trying to keep the worry out of her voice. It was as if Kayla's...everything was somewhere else while her body was here.
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"Isn't your dad the world's most famous gambler?" Brianna was comfortable, though, and Kayla let out a little yawn. It was nice to cuddle up. Maybe they could have a nap together.
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"He taught me a lot, my old man. It's hard to think of him as my father sometimes. He's more like a really cool older brother...except for that he and my mom are...together." Brianna said.
She noted the yawn and gently ran her fingers through Kayla's hair. If she fell asleep, that at least meant that she was resting and that was the important thing.
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"Makes sense." She yawned again softly. "Oh my god, I'm sorry. You're cozy and I'm so sleepy these days."
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"Hey, it's okay. Take a nap. I'll join you." Brianna whispered, kissing the top of her head.