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Dorian could only roll his eyes. "Just interigating me, it seems, will help. I guess I am getting new meds soon," He shrugged, looking off to the side. "I doubt anything will help at this point."
He nodded when she said her name, a smile forming and showing his teeth. He ran an absent minded hand through his hair, the touseled blonde lockes falling where they wanted. "I am Dorian Frumley. Pleased to meet you-"
A large wall of water was sent in his direction, in which he didn't even have time to react. He sputtered and coughed, shaking the droplets out of his hair then rubbing his eyes.
He hadn't been expecting that. When he reopened his eyes, it showed he had a devilish look like he wanted revenge.
He stood up, throwing his shirt to the side revealing his gleaming fit body then made a professional looking swan dive toward her.
She had already swam to the bottom and his eyes lingered on her tail. It was astonishing. He had never met a mermaid before.
When he went back up to the surface for air, he whipped his head back sending his hair away from his face so her could see. He leaned against the wall, looking down towards the bottom. Isadora is a witch. She growled in his head. He wanted to explode in anger, Maleficent always tried to make everything seem bad. But all he saw was beauty.
"You have your powers, I have mine." He chuckled mainly to himself before coaxing her up to continue conversing with him.
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Alkaline was wheeled out of the room, her eyes still jammed closed. All of the voices around her were building in volume and it was giving her a raging migraine. Couldn't they all just shut up?
She tried remembering what had happened. She remembered hearing the steady beating of her heart moniter, and the sound of numerous nervous doctors above her. A new light above her was blinding even behind closed lids.
A stick in her wrist made her flinch as she was given an I.V. of whatever they found necessary to fill her with.
Many different clinks of doctors equipment and another wave of pain hit her like an ocean of bricks. She couldn't move. Paralized by whatever they had her on.
Now her eyes barely squinted up, and she realized she was not moving anymore. She was actually on one of the couches in the rec room.
There was a blanket laid on top of her, and a glass of water set to the side. Knowing the doctors, they probably laced it with something. She growled and slapped the cup away, the glass shattering and skittering over the wood floors and water drenching the ground and a few pieces of furniture. "Fuck them for making me not normal. Or at least as normal as I'd like to be."
She put her hands in front of her, forcing all of her energy to attempt to weild fire, but not even a spark emitted from her tips. She wanted to barrel through the door and rip peoples heads off of their necks. She wanted to slam people into walls and shread things that stood in her wake.
No. But all she could do was be depressed. The last thing she had to hold onto was taken from her. No telling how long before she would be able to control anybody or even change.
She pulled her knees up to her chest and let a few silent tears stream down her cheeks.
She hid her face with her arms, laying them atop her knees until more people came into the room to join her.