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Razvan had mostly been keeping to himself since Peter's disappearance. It would seem he did have a conscience and the fact that he had lost Peter Kemp was weighing heavily on it. He hadn't spoken to anyone except Nova and he was even being distant with her. He had sat in his room in the permanent (non-violent) residents ward, and pouted.
He just wanted to undo it.
The brooding might have gone on forever, if Razvan hadn't happened to catch Caoilfhionn stalking by his door; her arms laden with stuffed animals and colouring books. She was carrying far too much and the image of a grown woman struggling to hold too many toys was almost comical. Almost.
"Kee, wait!" Razvan jumped out of his chair and he darted into the hall. Caoilfhionn wasn't listening to him. She was storming away, red hair swinging from the force of her gait. "Caoilfhionn!"
She turned then, losing her grip on a pink, fuzzy unicorn. "DAMN! What do you want?!"
Razvan loped forward and he bent to scoop the unicorn into his hand. He did not, however, return it to Caoilfhionn. "Where are you going?"
"AWAY!" Caoilfhionn screamed, very much acting like a petulant child who was fighting over the matter of bedtime. "Give me Portia!"
"...Portia?"
"The goddamn unicorn!" Caoilfhionn growled, but she couldn't grab it away from Razvan. Her arms were busy.
"Ah..." Razvan gave her a strange look, but he placed 'Portia' on top of Caoilfhionn's pile. "Why are you going away, Kee?"
"Priesty is GONE and no one else cares!"
Razvan felt guilt twist his stomach and he frowned. He had heard Abby speaking with Stuart earlier about the fact that Darren and Evan, two denizens of the demon ward, were getting an bit antsy as well. They were demanding to see Peter and when excuses were made, they got angry. Peter was the only person Evan would speak to, as he usually communicated through writing. And Peter was probably the only person in this hospital Darren wouldn't kill given the chance. And now Caoilfhionn was cracking it too. Peter had promised her a life without a locked door, because to her Peter was as good as a lock. She would stay as long as he was there to be kind to her. Without him....why stay?
Great, Chief. Just great. Watch me fail at attempting a Peter Kemp impression.
"Come on, Kee, let's go put your...things back in their place."
"NO!" Caoilfhionn stomped away and Razvan had to duck to be able to run in front of her to block her path. "Get out of the way!"
"I can't do that, Caoilfhionn..." Razvan was all too aware that without the need to keep herself good to earn a room here, she would probably kill the moment she found the opportunity. Peter was her motive for not murdering people.
"Why not?" Caoilfhionn asked him and so help him, she stuck her lower lip out and pouted.
"Kee, it's dangerous out there? Especially now, what with your old buddies swarming all over the bloody place. Staying here is safer. If you want, I can...help you arrange your...animals...and stuff." Goodness he was bad at this.
Caoilfhionn, however, looked interested. "Will you play tea party with me?"
Oh god, was this what Peter did?! Played tea party with crazy demon lady to keep her from slaughtering people? The man really was willing to do whatever he had to, wasn't he? "Er...okay?"
"I won't put blood in the tea this time! Only tea and sugar and honey!" Caoilfhionn bounced back to her room and Razvan followed her to her room (only three doors down from his own), looking disturbed.
Caoilfhionn sat him down in a white chair with pink flowers painted all over it. She settled dolls in chairs as well, around a table which was painted the same way. Then she moved over to a corner where she started to prepare the tea. Razvan felt like a knobend, but he had managed to keep Caoilfhionn in her room and not killing people today. That was good. "So...how are you?"
"Good! Wear this bonnet!" Caoilfhionn grabbed a bonnet from her closet and she tried to take Razvan's hat off.
"Oi! I'll do it!" Razvan grumbled and he replaced his hat with the bonnet as Caoilfhionn went back to her tea.
How in the world had it come to this!?
He just wanted to undo it.
The brooding might have gone on forever, if Razvan hadn't happened to catch Caoilfhionn stalking by his door; her arms laden with stuffed animals and colouring books. She was carrying far too much and the image of a grown woman struggling to hold too many toys was almost comical. Almost.
"Kee, wait!" Razvan jumped out of his chair and he darted into the hall. Caoilfhionn wasn't listening to him. She was storming away, red hair swinging from the force of her gait. "Caoilfhionn!"
She turned then, losing her grip on a pink, fuzzy unicorn. "DAMN! What do you want?!"
Razvan loped forward and he bent to scoop the unicorn into his hand. He did not, however, return it to Caoilfhionn. "Where are you going?"
"AWAY!" Caoilfhionn screamed, very much acting like a petulant child who was fighting over the matter of bedtime. "Give me Portia!"
"...Portia?"
"The goddamn unicorn!" Caoilfhionn growled, but she couldn't grab it away from Razvan. Her arms were busy.
"Ah..." Razvan gave her a strange look, but he placed 'Portia' on top of Caoilfhionn's pile. "Why are you going away, Kee?"
"Priesty is GONE and no one else cares!"
Razvan felt guilt twist his stomach and he frowned. He had heard Abby speaking with Stuart earlier about the fact that Darren and Evan, two denizens of the demon ward, were getting an bit antsy as well. They were demanding to see Peter and when excuses were made, they got angry. Peter was the only person Evan would speak to, as he usually communicated through writing. And Peter was probably the only person in this hospital Darren wouldn't kill given the chance. And now Caoilfhionn was cracking it too. Peter had promised her a life without a locked door, because to her Peter was as good as a lock. She would stay as long as he was there to be kind to her. Without him....why stay?
Great, Chief. Just great. Watch me fail at attempting a Peter Kemp impression.
"Come on, Kee, let's go put your...things back in their place."
"NO!" Caoilfhionn stomped away and Razvan had to duck to be able to run in front of her to block her path. "Get out of the way!"
"I can't do that, Caoilfhionn..." Razvan was all too aware that without the need to keep herself good to earn a room here, she would probably kill the moment she found the opportunity. Peter was her motive for not murdering people.
"Why not?" Caoilfhionn asked him and so help him, she stuck her lower lip out and pouted.
"Kee, it's dangerous out there? Especially now, what with your old buddies swarming all over the bloody place. Staying here is safer. If you want, I can...help you arrange your...animals...and stuff." Goodness he was bad at this.
Caoilfhionn, however, looked interested. "Will you play tea party with me?"
Oh god, was this what Peter did?! Played tea party with crazy demon lady to keep her from slaughtering people? The man really was willing to do whatever he had to, wasn't he? "Er...okay?"
"I won't put blood in the tea this time! Only tea and sugar and honey!" Caoilfhionn bounced back to her room and Razvan followed her to her room (only three doors down from his own), looking disturbed.
Caoilfhionn sat him down in a white chair with pink flowers painted all over it. She settled dolls in chairs as well, around a table which was painted the same way. Then she moved over to a corner where she started to prepare the tea. Razvan felt like a knobend, but he had managed to keep Caoilfhionn in her room and not killing people today. That was good. "So...how are you?"
"Good! Wear this bonnet!" Caoilfhionn grabbed a bonnet from her closet and she tried to take Razvan's hat off.
"Oi! I'll do it!" Razvan grumbled and he replaced his hat with the bonnet as Caoilfhionn went back to her tea.
How in the world had it come to this!?
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