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Post by Nichole Winchester on Nov 11, 2011 0:00:29 GMT -5
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too many dreamers,
LOOKING FOR THE ONES THAT LAST |
[/div] Nichole looked down at the floor, not really meeting anyone’s eyes. Especially the redhead’s. As she talked about what her father had done in his younger years, she knew that the younger girl was right. However, she wondered how she would have turned out if she didn’t die. Would she have been strong and protective like Dean? Determined and single minded while protecting her family like her father? Or smart, but knowledgeable and needing to be watched over like Sam? She didn’t know, just like she didn’t know who she was as a person at this point. ”Thing is Norah, that there is nothing here to forge and hone…” She touched her heart and her head as she said the word ’here’. It was the truth. She didn’t know what she liked, disliked, loved, hated. She didn’t even know if she was strong or weak.
She sensed that her brother, Sam since he was so firm about her calling him her brother, was slowly climbing his way up to consciousness. Her attention was back on the singer as she continued about what she could do, and her eyes slowly lifted up to met hers. She bit her bottom lip as she thought it over carefully. She wanted some kind of relationship with the other Winchesters. She knew that Dean was the overprotective type with her, and she knew he had a good reason to be. She didn’t want to leave things rocky like they were with Sam and her father. She wanted to be there for Adam, to catch him if he fell. And if that meant that she go through more trials of misery, and attempt to make atonements for things she didn’t do so be it. She had only been happy when she was with Bishop, and he of course was a hunter like her brothers and father.
Nichole listened as Norah talked about choices, about Bishop, Dean, Sam, Adam, her father. Funny thing was that she was put back on this Earth, and didn’t even get any kind of tutorial. So when the singer mention an angel to help her, she only looked at her puzzled. Not one of those winged pricks had ever showed up, nor did they even offered her their help. Not in her entire existence, they only demanded that she follow their orders and not question them. So she did. So she could care less if one suddenly showed up and explained what was going on with her and her overuse of power at the most inopportune moments. She looked away, briefly over at Sam, and then down to her hands again. ”So you are saying that I have to choose between Dean, Sam, Adam, my father, and Bishop? And that if I do this right, I could perhaps eventually get the other choices?” She finally asked quietly, just barely above a whisper. She purposely left out the one about an angel’s help. She would be ever so happy not to see another one, besides Castiel perhaps, again. TAGGED: Norah WORD COUNT: 505 NOTES: Is she ready to make major choices on her own? [/div] [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Norah Byron on Nov 11, 2011 17:09:24 GMT -5
[style=opacity: 0.65; filter:alpha(opacity=65); margin: 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; color: #000; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px #c4b4a8; font-size: 1.1em; padding: 5px 10px 5px 20px; width: 300px; height: 590px; float: right; overflow-y: auto; z-index: 20;] "I'm saying that you have to decide which one is most important to you right now. And, maybe more important, that you have to accept the two key notions that your life isn't going to change for the better without your active participation and that you are the one who's ultimately responsible for the path it takes." Norah ducked her head, pressed the pad of her thumb hard against her temple for a moment. She was getting a headache, they were frequent lately with the schedule and the stress. It was probably a sign that she should eat something soon, though. "I think you need to decide where your focus is right now. We're only here in Vegas for another eight days. When that time's up, everybody has to decide what path they're taking." "If Sam's still out, we're taking him in the RV with us, hopefully I'll be able to convince Letty to come along but if not we'll get her to train us on maintaining his care and keep an eye on him ourselves. I don't think John's planning to come with us, he says he has his own things to do if he's going to keep his kids safe. Abiel's going back to California, and I think maybe Bishop is as well. We haven't talked about it extensively, but he's basically trained Miguel up to do the things that he needs done, I think Bish wants a break from the teenybopper crowd for a while at least." Finally seeming to remember that she was holding that mug of tea, Norah set it on the table beside her with only about an inch drunk out of it. "Other people are peeling off. Malaki, Jolie, a handful of the hunters. And we're adding a few new members too. Things are changing. It's a decision point for everyone." "What do you want? And, once you've established that? What do you need?" [style=font-size: smaller; padding-right: 10px; text-align: right;] Location: Sam's Room, NYNY Casino, Vegas Outfit: Layered tank tops and raggedy jeans with her hair in braids Music: Black is the Color - Nina Simone Notes: Two of the five big questions. [/style][/style] |
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Post by Nichole Winchester on Nov 12, 2011 0:35:03 GMT -5
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too many dreamers,
LOOKING FOR THE ONES THAT LAST |
[/div] Nichole nodded her solemnly as she listened to Norah talk. So she had to decide which of her choices are the most important to her, and work at attaining the rest. They all were important to her, or so she thinks. She bit her bottom lip as she mulled those points over in her mind. She really did hope that Sam woke up soon, as she wanted to repair their first meeting somewhat to a more civil level. Perhaps she can get it to where he won’t reach for his gun when he saw her. So she wanted to dip her toes in each of her options before she made her final choice, and perhaps it might help her get a better grip and understanding where she stood with everyone. ”I think I might need to think this through carefully. Spend some time with everyone, to test the waters so to speak, and see where I stand with them. Perhaps it might help me decide in the end…” She informed Norah quietly, as if she wasn’t too sure how it might go over with the redhead.
The young singer then went on to say what would happen once the eight days were up. She needed to talk to Bishop as well, perhaps he can help her sort all of this out. But she wanted to make sure that things were not going to be left like they are between her and Sam. But that will have to wait until he was awake and conscious, and she was going to have to learn how to interact with him better between now and then. She nodded her head when Norah said it was a decision point, and perhaps by then she had what she wanted to do.
"What do you want? And, once you've established that? What do you need?"
Again Nichole bit her bottom lip, as she thought the questions over. ”What I want, Norah, I’m not entirely sure right now. A relationship with Sam and Dad sounds good. So does going with Dean. I would love to spend time with Bishop. And I did promise myself that I would do what I can to help Adam, at least until he gets better or he tells me to scram. It seems that I know what I need comes easier to me than what I want. I know I need help, in a lot of areas. I’m just not sure who can help me fit in better… Bishop had already taught me to use a television remote, so now I’m not stuck watch porn on the television in the motel room that Dean sticks me in…” She set her own stone cold cup aside, and looked briefly over at Sam again. She then returned her glaze back to the singer.
”I don’t want a repeat of the first time we met. If I recall correctly, I made you a bit nervous due to my…inexperience. And I seem to be only doing worse since. Bishop on the other hand, we seem to become best friends after he let me out of that fiery circle. And now we are… I don’t know what we are…” TAGGED: Norah WORD COUNT: 531 NOTES: She wants to test each option to see if she can decide the right one for her… [/div] [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Norah Byron on Nov 12, 2011 17:58:33 GMT -5
[style=opacity: 0.65; filter:alpha(opacity=65); margin: 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; color: #000; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px #c4b4a8; font-size: 1.1em; padding: 5px 10px 5px 20px; width: 300px; height: 590px; float: right; overflow-y: auto; z-index: 20;] Norah shook her head, "I'm not the person who can teach you. About how to have a family, about how to have a boyfriend or be an angel or live in the world. I don't know who would be the right person, but it isn't me. I'm barely keeping up with all the people I've committed to taking care of already." And Christ, wasn't that the truth? "The best thing I can do for you, and I really hope that you can take this in the spirit it's intended, is to keep the men you care about relatively sane and whole." "I'll keep John from disappearing into the bottle and the hunt so far that he lets himself finish forgetting that he's got children. I'll get Sam medical care and protect him in the caravan until he's back on his feet, and I'll be available for him to talk to, be the person he can say anything to and know he'll get back what's true and not what he wants to hear. I'll stay on Dean's case about keeping in contact, and if he'll ever let me in that far I'll see if I can't gently encourage him to allow for the possibility of other people's pain being valid as well as his. I'll make sure that whoever Adam goes with they have the resources they need to help him. I've asked him to stay with the caravan, but I'm not who or what he wants, and though he's getting close with Luke, I don't think my brothers are either. I'll try to convince Bishop that we really can muddle along without him, at least part-time." Even saying it all made her feel tired. But she smiled, curled her legs up tighter under her in the chair. "I can't give you tutoring in how to love these men. I can't teach you how to be a person. I can't prove to you whether or not you're strong. What I can give you is eight days, and a promise that whatever you decide, or even if you choose not to decide and abdicate responsibility for your life and actions, I will keep care of them." She worked so hard to keep judgment out of her tone, to make it neutral and calm. This was Nichole's choice to make, it was her turning point. Norah had no business projecting her opinions onto it. [style=font-size: smaller; padding-right: 10px; text-align: right;] Location: Sam's Room, NYNY Casino, Vegas Outfit: Layered tank tops and raggedy jeans with her hair in braids Music: Black is the Color - Nina Simone Notes: It's got to be you that does it or it doesn't count. [/style][/style] |
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Post by Nichole Winchester on Nov 16, 2011 22:56:53 GMT -5
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too many dreamers,
LOOKING FOR THE ONES THAT LAST |
[/div] Nichole listened intently at what was said. She nodded her head and bit her bottom lip, and looked at her. ”I’m scared, Norah. I truly am. I’m terrified that I may not be wanted by anyone. Not Sam, Dad, Adam, and even that Dean might change his mind. It seems that since Crossroads, he had been doing his best to keep me close but yet I feel like he has been keeping at arm’s length or something. I don’t want to leave Adam like he is, but if he asked me to leave…” She said, looking down frightened that the red head would shun her or something. She only wanted to fit in somewhere, and of course right then and there only one option fit that bill to a tee.
But of course she wasn’t quite ready to give up on the other options. She wanted to know where she stood with Sam and her father. She couldn’t help but think that if everyone in her family had a little pow-wow about her, she was certain that those who think she isn’t who she claims to be could easily convince the others that. Then she would be worse than where she started, and she blinked the tears away that wanted to escape from that thought. ”This is huge, something bigger than what I was ever given to choose. I mean normally something big was usually decided for me by the angels, but I’m not among them. I don’t want to chose wrong, and screw it up. I really don’t. I think what I need to do first is to perhaps take a few hours or so to think over my next steps carefully. Yes?” She added, trying to say she wasn’t going to automatically go for the easy option and run from the trouble. She was going to at least attempt to work at it. TAGGED: Norah WORD COUNT: 315 NOTES: I think we can start to close this up, yes? [/div] [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Norah Byron on Nov 17, 2011 14:14:00 GMT -5
[style=opacity: 0.65; filter:alpha(opacity=65); margin: 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; color: #000; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px #c4b4a8; font-size: 1.1em; padding: 5px 10px 5px 20px; width: 300px; height: 590px; float: right; overflow-y: auto; z-index: 20;] "It's all right to be scared. Being an adult is frightening. I'm only about a third of the way there myself, and I had years to build up to it, I wasn't pitchforked into it with no warning." She picked up the mug of cooled tea and took a sip of it anyway, just to clear the scratchiness out of the back of her throat. "And it's frightening to think that you might not have what you want from your family." She kept the mug in her hands, turning it around and around as a way to fidget. "You're entitled to approach the decision any way that feels right to you. I've told you what I can do to support that, I'm sure that there are other people who are willing to support you while you decide as well." Norah was quiet a moment, her head bowed over the cup. "I'll be here. I'll take care of them while you choose, and after. It's what I can do to make your choice easier. That's what I've got to offer you." This just wasn't a decision she could make for Nichole, nor even one she felt that she could offer an opinion on. There was a slight movement from the bed, immediately Norah was on her feet and moving over silently to where she could check on Sam. It didn't seem to be anything meaningful, he'd just shifted under the sheets, but she took the opportunity to re-smooth his coverings and swap out his pillow for a fresh one, to check his down bag. She smoothed his hair back off his forehead and then came back over to the chairs, but didn't sit down. "I thought I'd never have to do this again," she said, quiet and almost absent. "After Luke's accident they put him into induced comas several times and we kept this kind of watch. I hoped so hard for never again. But sometimes hoping doesn't cut it and you just have to do what needs done." That was about as much of a point as she felt like she could make. [style=font-size: smaller; padding-right: 10px; text-align: right;] Location: Sam's Room, NYNY Casino, Vegas Outfit: Layered tank tops and raggedy jeans with her hair in braids Music: Black is the Color - Nina Simone Notes: Yeah, I think it's a good point to break things up. [/style][/style] |
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