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a character in “Misery Loves Company”, originally authored by ibecameinsane, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Life sucks and then you die. Those were the words that Jasper Ryder lived by, believed in wholeheartedly, but as he meandered around his new place of residence, he began to doubt his philosophy. He was in awe of it all. After seeing nothing but gray molded ceilings, monstrous faces, and grimy bloodied bars, Jasper was more than appreciative of being given a second chance, a new beginning. He felt indebted to the Shepherd, however, there was an underlying fear inside of him that festered like a sore whenever he and the Shepherd were in close proximity. There was a relentless malice that radiated off of him. Jasper would feel a cold shiver run down his spine as if he’d been touched by death, himself. It was unsettling to say the least, but how can someone be evil when they did something so good on his behalf. He pondered this as he walked in his jointed bathroom. He inhaled the faint scent of soap and air freshener, it smelled like heaven to him. He sniffed himself, frowning at the fact that he reeked of body odor. He still smelled of prison. It was to be expected, considering his traumatic experience. After enduring almost three full years of brutal molestation, Jasper made it his business not to be caught with his pants down. However, he was alone. He had his own place, his own bathroom, and most importantly his own shower. Jasper couldn’t remember the last time he taken a shower and didn’t have to keep looking over his shoulder. He pulled his dirty wife beater over his head and shimmied out of his holy jeans before turning on the warm rain. Upon removing the last article of clothing that would leave him in his birthday suit, he stepped into the shower and indulged in the heat and drowned his worries. He sighed as he washed his onyx locks, half expecting someone to come up behind him and snap him out of this dream, where he’ll find himself still wallowing and picking at his grimy skin until it bled. Every day for the past three years, Jasper has felt absolutely filthy, tarnished, and torn. But now, as he scrubbed his dirt and blood encrusted fingernails, Jasper felt a sense of calm wash over him, despite the tension in his shoulder. The paranoia became a piece of him; the fear that someone would jump out and attack him, overpower him, and force him to do unspeakable things. It was said paranoia that constantly earned him a spot in solitary.

In prison, Jasper was a jumpy lad, always keeping his nose to the floor, but after his cellmate felt the urge to “play,” Jasper became prone to panic attacks, outbursts, and violent fits of rage In short, he lost it; his mind, his security, and his innocence. Jasper scrubbed his arms, watching caked muck fall in black streams down the length of his body, revealing the porcelain skin underneath. He closed his eyes, flashes of his abuse running through his mind. There was no escaping it, not even in his own mind. He could still feel those meaty filthy fingers wrapping around his wrist—Jasper scrubbed his arm harder. He could still hear that gruff hoarse voice, the voice of a beast—more pressure was applied to his the washcloth as he tried to clean what could never be cleaned. He could still smell the bitter odor of sweat and…Jasper pressed the cloth harshly on his skin, raking it painful against the flesh, turning it red. He would keep scrubbing until that beast was no longer on him. He wanted nothing more than to be clean.

“Just relax…” Jasper heard that terrifying drone playing in his mind like it has been since he killed the man. “It gets better…” But it never did, always harsh, brutal, tearing—Jasper almost broke through the crimson skin before snapping out of his conscious nightmare. He looked down at his inflamed arm with empty, lifeless orbs. He felt no remorse, nor any retribution in the pain he inflicted on himself, but what he did feel was hallow. He numbly cleaned the rest of his body, having shut down his emotions to avoid the intense dread that usually followed. It was either face it all or lock it away and feel absolutely nothing. Jasper mainly favored the latter.

He toweled off, walking into his new bedroom with his dirty clothes cradled in his hands. He threw on the warm comfortable clothes that the Shepherd provided for him, simply a black V-neck and a pair of black basketball shorts. He towel dried his hair as he made his way to the open living room. Just as he was about to lazily plop onto his couch, there was a knock on the door. Furrowing his brows, Jasper hung the towel over his left shoulder as he walked over to the door only to see some stranger with his hands behind his back standing before him. He said nothing, simply quirking a brow and waiting for an introduction of some sort.

Daniel stood by the door with the wine bottle behind his back, rasping on the door in a Mandark fashion. As the entrance slowly opened, he offered a small smile to his new neighbor. “Hello,” he said, sticking his hand out for a handshake, “My name is Daniel Brennan, I live next door.”

Jasper didn’t reply in kind, just blandly staring him down with a mixture of bitterness and boredom. He watched him with caution, his paranoia never faltering. A puzzle expression contorted his face as he saw Daniel’s eyes shift from his face to above his head. He looked up, yet saw nothing out of the ordinary. “What the fuck are you looking at?” He frowned, already feeling impatient with the other man. His temper wasn’t like it used to be. No longer was he patient, but ill-mannered and easily set off.

Daniel snapped out of whatever trance held him, looking back at Jasper before shaking his head and breathing out a half-hearted, “Nothing.” Jasper narrowed his eyes as the stranger pulled a bottle of red wine from behind his back, saying, “Here. Take it as a housewarming gift.” To which Jasper replied with a scowl and wordless insults that he delivered through eye contact. He then quickly snatched the bottle out of the nicer man’s hand, pulling the cork off with his teeth and spitting it out in the hallway, taking a hardy gulp as he slammed the door in Daniel’s face without a “thank you” to spare.

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Tedious. Perhaps that word could be used to describe the rest of Novia's Monday.

Her hands were nearly numb by the time she thought she had taken enough notes and had left the New York City Exchange at five in the evening, catching a Taxi to Union Square. She absolutely loved the Farmers' Market at Union Square, taking a few moments to bask in the scent of the fresh produce around her and the delicious meals being cooked for demonstration. She had added many pages to her recipe books from her visits to the Market and enjoyed spending a late night or two preparing solo meals and giving them her own twist. What was she there for now? Running low on groceries, of course. The Latina Irishwoman didn't purchase her goods from anywhere but outdoor Markets, resulting in a heavy absence of the usual things found in most homes such as Dr. Pepper, Lay's Chips, and Ben&Jerry's Ice Cream among other things. Sure, she had potato chips, soda, and ice cream. But they were all healthy and homemade. It wasn't that she had anything against the things produced by the companies - She just enjoyed devouring delicious treats and meals knowing that they were made by her hand.

She spent perhaps nearly an hour bartering with those standing behind stalls, offering kind laughter and the occasional soft blush at the jests provided. She felt comfortable here, knowing all of the vendors by name after making it a routine to visit and purchase from the large Market at least once per week, even if on some days she would purchase hardly a single pound of blueberries. Just to be surrounded by the bounty of nature and the kind faces was enough to bring her out of her apartment. Not to mention that she got great deals. She never would have imagined this sort of freedom before. She was like a bird that had been caged only to finally be set free. And she was loving it. She flitted to each stall not wasting a single second. She had yet to decide what she wanted to make for dinner, though she was very much in the mood for something creative. Maybe something with chicken. Who knew? She simply shopped sparingly, hating it when produce went bad. She had it on a checklist somewhere to buy one of those vacuum seal things that she had seen in commercials dozens of times, but she kept forgetting. When she would remember, she'd smack herself for forgetting about it in the first place before giving herself a break and chalking it up to possible brain damage.




She finally arrived home, further instigating her fingers' hatred of her by clinging to the straps of four recyclable green bags, literally feeling as though her fingers were about to fall off. She was careful not to stumble, having long since removed her heels and shoved them into her purse. She didn't want to disturb anyone even as she struggled not to bump into the walls and doors around her before finally reaching her own apartment. Her keys were already at the ready, letting her get in quickly and rush to the kitchen where she could carefully set down the groceries before retrieving her keys and shutting the door. She didn't have a moment's rest as she slumped down the door before her pitbull and Birman, Cuchitril and Armonía rushed out of hiding to attack her. She found herself in a fit of giggles as they gnawed upon every part of her that they could reach before she could finally choke out words. “Armonía! Cuchitril! Sea paciente, maldito paganos! Sentarse!” She let her voice raise and gain a commanding tone, forcing the two animals to sit.

She rose up, patting both of them before wandering to the kitchen and beginning to put away all of the things she didn't immediately need. She left out just enough to make pollo con quimbobó y platanos - A delicious dish of savory scent and exquisite taste that she rather enjoyed. It had been a while since she had made it, so why not tonight? She began to prepare her own dish just after emptying half a pound of ground beef into her furry companions' bowls and dishing out some water for them. The rest of the evening was spent between the piano and the books before she curled up on her couch comfortably and fell asleep with her pets halfway through An American In Paris.




It was just after nine-thirty on Wednesday and she had been enjoying her day off. Her jog through Central Park earlier that evening had proved refreshing and she managed once again to not run into a single other person that lived in the House of the Damned. Though, by now she was getting a bit curious as to the whereabouts of The Shepard. See, he usually came to her on Wednesdays around six-thirty, right around the time she had gotten out of the shower and begun to prepare dinner. But, he hadn't been there today. She still had the sheet of paper with the stock index sitting on the island counter in her kitchen, held down by an empty mug. She, however, had found herself in her living room watching Batman episodes, every so often screaming out Pow!, Punch!, Bang!, and various other random words. It was then that there was a knock at the door, causing to immediately cease singing NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA BATMAN!!!, fearing that she had woken someone up. Frightful, she rose from her Batman fest and quickly made it to the door with her cape flapping behind her, slipping in her caped boots and hitting a wall before quickly yanking open the door. “Lo siento! I didn't mean to wake you up! Lo siento! The frazzled young woman ran her fingers through her hair and tried to act like she didn't look like a total nerd right now with her Batman pajama set complete with cape and utility belt.

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"I really like your accent! Where are you from again?" Asked the little girl Fiona was treating at the moment. The blonde chuckled and looked at the small brunette girl who reminded her so much of herself when she was a young girl. "Now, Jin Jin stand still for one moment and then we can play twenty questions." Fiona told her with a smile on her face as she quickly gave the girl her stuffed teddy bear knowing that once the small Asian girl saw the syringe, she was going to call for her parents unless she had her stuffed animal. She prepped the area with rubbing alcohol. "We'll count to ten, okay love?" Jinny nodded with fear in her eyes. Fiona grabbed her other hand before nodding.

And with that, Fiona slowly counted with Jin to ten while slowly releasing the medicine into the girl small arm. She could hear the small girl's whimpers before Fiona pulled the needle out, quickly putting the cap on and throwing it away with all the other used needles. "And, there you go, cutie. All done." The Brit said as she wrote something down on her clipboard as she headed towards the door. "Wait, you never did answer my question."

Fiona looked at the ceiling as she chuckled. "I'm a princess from England." She said as she left the seven year old girl with shock on her face before waving and leaving for the hallway.

She walked by the nurses' station before being snapped at by her fellow nurse, Jacqueline or Jack Jack as people called her. "Fiona, you have to do one more injection." Fiona sighed before seeing the room. "Blimey, of course I do." The girl said in sarcasm before she walked to the room with the cart. She softly knocked before heading in to see Daniel. He had taken off his lab coat and tossed it haphazardly across one of the arm chairs set up for visiting parents. She could only tell it was him by the shoes he wore, for currently he was hiding underneath the bed. The boy didn't noticed her walk in, his gaze peering over the edge of the massive hospital bed, nerf pistol in hand. Suddenly Daniel rolled out from under the bed, getting up on one knee and aiming with a Nerf gun of his own. "You'll never take me alive Anthony!"

The little boy laughed and a flurry of neon orange bullets went flying. Amidst the chaos, one managed to hit Daniel smack in the middle of the forehead, sticking fast to his tanned skin beneath the fringe of his hair. Daniel was quick to realize he'd been hit, quickly acting as if he'd been shot in the forehead with a real bullet. His eyes rolled back as his arms went limp, falling forward with a harsh smack. Little Anthony laughed, leaning forward slightly to get a better look at his fallen enemy. She offered a small smile before turning to the small child. "Hello, sweetie. I'm only going to take one moment."

The young boy frowned, knowing what it meant. Another needle, another surgery. But, at least Dr. Danny was there to help. He always made sure the kids kept a smile on their face which always made the nurses' jobs easier. "Promise?" The Brit gave him his action figure before speaking, "I promise." From the corner of her eye, she saw Daniel spring up, getting back up on his feet.

She took the syringe off of the cart, quickly prepped his arm, and injected the sedative slowly. She didn't want to cause him anymore pain but she couldn't just insert it all at once. Daniel had brushed himself off, putting the coat back on before he sat himself at Anthony's bedside. The young doctor shot her a look, thanking her without words for her careful treatment of the child. One could tell by his demeanor that he cared for this little boy, that he cared for all of the children in the hospital. He didn't want them to go through the pain of recovery, but he did everything in his power to make them feel comfortable. It was admirable that he was willing to make an utter fool out of himself to accomplish it. "And there we are, sweetie. All done. I told you I'd been done quickly." She told him with a sweet smile.

Anthony smiled in gratitude, "Thank you Fiona." "You are welcome. If you need anything just tell me." Fiona said with a smile on her face as she disposed of the needle. The little boy turned his attention to Daniel, worry setting in. "How long will it take for me to go to sleep."

Daniel offered him a soft smile, "Not long at all. Nurse Kingsley made sure to get you the good stuff," He lightly ran his knuckles across Anthony's arm, careful to miss the IV as he nudged the child's arm. "You won't feel a thing. And hey, when you wake up, I'll be waiting for you with a big ol' bowl of ice cream. How's that sound?"

Anthony lit up, "Really? You mean it?"

"Yeah," Daniel chuckled. His laughter died down as he tousled the little boy's hair, "You're going to pull through okay, Tony. You're too tough to let a little surgery like this get you down."

"Well you're right about that," Anthony said with a smirk. He reached up and popped the Nerf bullet off of Daniel's forehead, quirking his brow, "Thanks for letting me beat you, Danny."

Daniel threw his hands up, laughing a bit, "I didn't let you do anything. That was all you, buddy." Anthony chuckled, his eyes becoming heavy as the sedative began to take affect. Daniel's smile softened as he laid the child down, checking his vitals and petting the boy's hair as a soothing gesture. Once the boy fell asleep, Daniel stood, closing the Nerf bullet in the child's hand as a good luck charm. He turned to Fiona and smiled, nodding forward as a gesture that they should leave and he accompanied her. Another set of nurses went in right after them, unhooking the necessary equipment so they could move him to the OR. Daniel watched the child as he was rolled down the hallway, an unreadable expression in his eyes.

Jacqueline eyed him, meeting Fiona's gaze in question before speaking up to the young doctor, "He'll be alright, Dr. Brennan." Fiona nodded in agreement with a sweet smile. Fiona knew how Daniel was with the children in here. He actually cared for them and he wanted them to live. Unlike The Shepherd who just wanted them dead.

With a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, Daniel turned toward the woman, offering a nod of gratitude, "Thanks Jackie. I know he will." There was sureness in his voice that almost noteworthy. Fiona had heard many doctors reassure themselves of their patients pulling though in a surgery of such importance, but none of them said it with as much confidence as Daniel in that moment. Eventually the older man felt her gaze and looked down at her, a smile on his features as he leaned in, bumping into her softly before he retracted with a cheesy--almost teasing--grin on his face,

Fiona looked towards Daniel as he lightly bumped her with a smug look on his face. Fiona answered with a shrug and a raised eyebrow. "What?" Curiosity in her voice as she wondered why he was looking at her.
"So a little birdie tells me that you and Maki had a little movie date the other date." His brows moved up and down as he turned his back on the other nurses in the station, crossing his arms over his chest.

She opened her mouth to object but she was too embarrassed, feeling her cheeks turn red. She closed her mouth as she began thinking about what to say. "I swear I'm going to kill that 'little bird'. It's wasn't a date per se. I--I just-- Ugh. I just went over to talk and hang out with him. Why? Because, unlike most of the people here he actually likes me. And he was having a hang over, probably because of you and that brother of yours, so I stayed to take care of him. That's all." She told him as she shrugged it off as if it was no big deal to her when deep down she knew that it was at least to her. The last thing the girl needed was to be lead on once again."Besides, it was Maki's idea to watch the movie. If you want to talk to anyone about our so-called 'date' then talk to him." She said with a smirk on her face as she crooked her head a bit to the right and crossed her small arms in front of her chest. "Besides, don't you Americans like talking about anything else other than other people's relationships?"

Daniel watched as she fumbled, the amber speckles in his deep brown eyes laden with amusement. He cocked his brow as she spoke of his brother, agreeing with her that Maki drinking with them was never really a good idea. When she regarded him with some snark of her own, Daniel was quick with his rebuttal, "Tch-.... No." He said this with a sardonic tilt of his brow and a tone which would imply that she should've known that already. "Let me give you an example. Jackie-..."

Fiona shook her head and sighed before speaking, trying to stop Jackie and Daniel from 'explaining' it to her."No, you honestly don't have to do that--"

Said nurse glanced up at him briefly before returning her gaze back to the computer screen, "Hmmm?"

"What's the status on Rebecca and that Rad-Tech guy?"

"Oh Danny," Jacqueline chuckled, her voice taking on a tone most women commonly adorn when in the midst of a good gossip, "I forgot to tell you. She broke up with him last night"

Daniel was curious despite himself, muttering a small, "We'll talk about it later."- before looking to Fiona with a grandiose gesture that simulated that he'd proven his point, "Case and point. Besides, I like you. I'd like to consider us good friends, wouldn't you?"

Fiona rolled her eyes as her two co-workers gossiped. And once Daniel said they were close friends, Fiona pouted her lip and moved her hands to her heart."Aw, Danny, you have no idea how much that warms my tiny tin man heart. She let a smirk grow on her face before continuing. "And yes, I do count us a good friends.... Almost as good as your bromance with Maki."

Jackie held in a laugh but let out a chuckle after hearing Fiona's smart remark towards the man in front of her. "You have a bromance with the guy she had a date with?"

Daniel scoffed, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to have a borderline homosexual relationship with your friend who was clearly interested in your female friend, "Yeah,"

Fiona looked towards the ceiling and sighed before looking back at Jackie. "It wasn't a date for the last time. And you two just love messing with me, don't you?"

To this Daniel grinned, leaning against the counter casually, offering a look of nonchalance, "Well I don't know about Jackie but I definitely have fun."

""Yea, it's always fun messing with British people." Jackie said to the young girl as she handed her a clipboard for another patient she had to go prep for their surgery.

"Yea, whatever. Now, if you don't mind we all should get back to work, don't you think?" She said with a raised eyebrow before handing a graph to Daniel. "That is for you, Daniel. Now, you can stop messing with me and go mess with another nurse." She told him with sarcasm in her voice as she walked the other way to go prep a scared, young girl for her first surgery.

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The snow was like a thin white sheet shrouded the streets of Manhattan. What was once the city that never slept now became the city that never wanted to go outside. Those few who actually enjoyed the freezing temperatures took solace in ice skating or having snowball fights. It was that time of the year where you bundled up by the fire with your loved ones with cups of hot coco, Christmas just around the corner. For the most part, this was a happy time of year; a time to make cherished memories as well as reminiscence on the past year.

However, the same could not be said for our Flock.

For past months, Fiona could feel herself slowly but surely going downhill, while she seemed like the same young girl, secretly, when she was in her room all alone she would just look in the mirror, hating herself. Many tried telling her that it wasn't her fault what happened to her back home in England and for the first five months, she would believe it. But, now...she started thinking it was her fault. And, because of that she couldn't bring her to go anywhere near her daughter, she wasn't worth to see that little girl. Everyday was exactly the same as the last. She would go to work and come home. As if she was just drifting through life. And the days she didn't have to work, she would stay in her house all day, just sitting in the dark, in the silence. Hoping that something would pop out to her to make her feel as if she was worth of something or someone's love, affection, or friendship. Yet, she couldn't think of anything that made her worthy of any of it. What made it worst was the fact that the more she tried to stay away from falling for someone again, the more she found herself falling for Maki. And every time she wanted to be more than what they were, more than friends, she would hear herself saying that she never would deserved someone like him. And on those days where someone would come around, seeing what was going on with the Brit. She wouldn't even answer. By December, she was nothing like herself. She was a shell of the young, bright girl she once was. Wade has taken these months to visit his family only to find his mother had taken up with a man that did not suit well with him. To cut a long story short, Wade and the new boyfriend got in a fight, punches were thrown and Wade was eventually told to leave and never come back. He did not care so much about losing contact with his mother as he did with his younger siblings; whom he loved more dearly that the woman he's been hanging out with. Yes, he and Kaya still accompany each other throughout the week, his affection for her never waning.

Kaya's father finally found out that her mother had been cheating on him for years and her parents are currently in the middle of a messy divorce. Kaya is stuck in the middle, forced to pass on messages but refusing to take sides. Though, on a lighter note, there's a new employee that was just employed at Kaya's place of business, a male who Kaya thinks is rather attractive. Novia, on the other hand, has been dealing with a mental breakdown of an existential nature. For months now she's kept herself hauled up in her apartment in order to avoid Daniel. She would still go to work, however, if only because she is incapable of disrupting her schedule no matter what. Since her first breakdown, she's been avoiding him like the plague and pretty much running away any time he tried to speak to her. Unbeknownst to Daniel, she doesn't mean it. She's not sure what she means anymore. Or what she wants. Or who she is. She's just kinda empty. There's no passion in her. Whenever Daniel would come for the numbers she just slips the paper under the door.

Now onto Jasper. You'd think out of everyone, he would be having the worst time of all the Flock. Well that's where you're wrong. Since the arrival of Annemarie, what time he's not spending at the bottom of the bottle is spent sheathed in her. They've hit it off in a way that is purely psychical, neither of them looking for a relationship and instead searching for a bit of a release. Daniel has kept his promise and came to see Jasper every day, the span of time spent in apartment 277 becoming longer and longer every day he barges in. No matter how many times Jasper changes the locks, Daniel manages to get in, and despite all of his intelligence the young Russian drunk can't seem to wrap his head around how he's been doing. Daniel has been secretly taking bottles of alcohol out of Jasper's apartment for every visit, leaving with it in order to keep him from drinking himself to death. Jasper now has a steady couple of months to live and Daniel's goal remains to increase it by a couple of years at least. Maki and Daniel are still inseparable. They still have a couple of drinks every weekend if Maki doesn't have plans with Fiona, using the Bourbon Daniel swiped from Jasper's apartment instead of going out to the bar. Though, even throughout their time spent together, Daniel has yet to notice that Maki's lifespan is very slowly dwindling. Maybe it's a force of habit on his part. Maki, on the other hand, has noticed something wrong; he just hasn't built up the courage to tell anyone.

So what has The Shepherd been doing as his little sheep suffer through these grueling months? Well, I won't go into much detail, but the amount of time he's been spending with little Emily should be enough to raise someone's suspicions.

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Time: 8:35 A.M.
Date: 7 December, 2013
Location: House of the Damned, Manhattan, New York





Daniel made his way down the hallway, tipping his head back in a feeble attempt to stop the bleeding. He meandered about, occasionally squeezing the shattered cartilage with a slight whimper. Damn he hoped that Fiona was home. Rasping on her door, Daniel leaned heavily against the door frame, the blood loss starting to get to his head. Fiona had fallen asleep not long after going back to her apartment, it wasn't until a loud sound at her door that had made her jump off of her couch and onto the wooden flooring. She groaned a bit and rubbed her eyes before hearing Daniel's voice from the other side of the door. "Hey Fiona. Mind helping me out?" She groaned louder before getting up off the ground and rubbing her eyes, trying to make herself look as normal as usual.

She took a deep breath before answering the door and looking at him. "Look, what do you want Danny? Now is not a good-..." She looked back at him, really paying attention this time and she noticed his nose. "What the bloody Hell happened to your nose?! What the Hell did you do?!" She asked him, kind of in a tone that sounded like she was shouting at him instead of worrying about him.

Daniel's eyes bulged at the accusation, "What did I do?! Why does it gotta be what I did!? I didn't do this to myself! That jackass over there did!" His voice gradually increased in pitch the more he rambled, gesticulating all the while until he was grabbed by the British blonde.

She pulled him of her apartment and pointed towards a chair in her kitchen. "Sit." Blood never startled her like it did other girls, she worked as a nurse. Meaning she was used of seeing blood and lots of it. What did startle was seeing her close friend with a broken nose. Daniel obliged by sitting where he was told, pouting as he sank into the chair, grumbling to himself like a five year old about being headbutted in the nose.

"Ugh, I haven't said one word to that guy and I already don't like him. I can't believe he broke your nose." She said as she grabbed some paper towels from her kitchen putting them on the wooden table as he sat down. She tilted his head up towards her, seeing just how bad it was. "Dear God, that man has a thick skull." She said with a frown on her pale face. She put her fingers on both sides of the older man's broken nose, trying not to pay attention to the broken bone she could feel as she closed her eyes in order to focus on her power. She wasn't a professional at her power but, she was good and she knew it. The worst part was that she could feel the bones snapping back into place as she healed it. Which sent a shutter up her spine. But, she finished before letting go and smiling. "There you are, my friend." She told him as she took the napkins off of the table before wiping the dry blood off of his nose. She tossed the napkins in the trash before turning back towards him and "So, um... Are you going to tell me what happened exactly or am I going to have to guess?"

Daniel moved with her careful touch, watching as she frowned at the condition his nose was in. He winced as her fingers bracketed his shattered cartilage, gripping the table tightly to try and ignore the insensate pulsating agony around his sinuses. He huffed through his mouth as she snapped it back into place, her powers slowly taking the pain away as it mended the broken ossein. He hadn't even realized he'd shut his eyes until he had to open them to see her smile. He smiled back in gratitude as she cleaned him up, saying without words how thankful he was that she helped him out. At her inquisition, Daniel hesitated, his mouth opening and closing before he could get a word out. He went over what happened in his head, trying to find a way to rationalize what happened, "Well you see-..." he began, stammering a bit, "I went to Jasper's today and we got into it so Maki came to intervene so I wouldn't, you know, die." His face read that of seriousness, his brows risen nearly to his hairline. "Anyway, Maki finally negotiated an agreement so I could still come over without losing my life and as soon as he left, Jasper tackled me and we wrestled a bit. Next thing you know, I'm on top and I make a smart ass remark then BAM!" He gesticulated, "Right in the nose."

She truly was only paying half of her attention to the man before hearing that Maki had to go and save him, that's when she stood up straight. She cared for him, whether she was going to admit it or not. "Well, maybe that'll teach you who you can and cannot tell a smart ass remark to. Me? Fine. But, some anti-social drunk, not so much. Maybe you should learn that before you put yourself and and your best friend in that position." She said with a serious look in her face. "Is... Maki... Okay?" She asked him with caution, trying to acted a bit uninterested or not as worried as she really was. "I mean, I get it that he saved your ass again but, still you never truly know what that drunk is going to do." She reached in her refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of water. She put on on the table before sitting in the chair next to Daniel's. She took a sip of hers, just hoping that he didn't say Maki got hurt because of him. Because, knowing Fiona she would probably forget all about how she was avoiding him just to rush over there and make sure he was okay. After, of course, bitching to Daniel about how much of an idiot he was.

Daniel pouted at her scolding—partly because she wasn't the first one today that seemed to think he was stupid. He took the bottle of water from her, eyeing her insistently as her concern for Maki became more blatantly obvious the longer he waited to answer. "Jas didn't hit him, if that's what you're asking." he told her before taking a swig of his own water. She sighed, feeling more relaxed until he looked back at her. "Are you two okay? You two haven't talked in a while."

Fiona looked down at the flooring and sighed. It had been months since either of them have talked to the other. But, in her defense she felt as if he truly missed her, the Asian man would come and find her. And when it came down to it, that was her excuse if anyone was to ask her. "Of course, we're okay. We just grew apart from one another, that's all." She told him, knowing that it was only half way true. Daniel cocked his brow in inquisition. "Besides we only knew each other, what? Five months? Friends move on. It happens." She shrugged as she finished her sentence. Deep down, it killed her. Knowing that is wasn't 'moving on' that got in the way of her and Maki. It was just her being the scared and cynical girl that she tried so hard to hide from the world.

He could see the sorrow in her eyes and it saddened him. There was something wrong with Maki, that much he gathered from the sight of him. But now Fiona was distressed. It killed him inside knowing that his friends were in so much pain and he didn't know what was wrong. Daniel smiled faltered slightly, standing to hold his friend in a tight embrace. He kept his arms around her torso, laying his chin on her shoulder as he rubbed her back. Fiona wrapped her arms around Daniel and sighed. The tighter she held on to her friend, the more she could feel more tears coming. But, she held them in, telling herself time and again not to cry in front of her friend. She didn't need Daniel to think that she was becoming a different person. Even if it was becoming obvious to most, she didn't want anyone to throw her a pity party. It wasn't until he spoke, that she actually came back to reality."Well hopefully we won't," he muttered, pulling away slightly to smile at her at his sad attempt at a joke, "I don't know what I'd do without you. Are you going to be okay?"

"You'd be just fine, Danny. Trust me and yea, I'll be okay." She insisted as she pulled away from him and rubbed his arm. "Besides, I'm a big, tough girl. I tie my own sandals and everything." She said, quoting the movie Hercules with a smirk. Trying to back to moment. Her smirked changed to a sincere smile as she tried to hide any of the emotions that made him hold her in the first place. Though he was still unsure as to whether or not she'd actually be alright in her solitude, he wouldn't linger, appreciating the Disney quote nonetheless.

"Don't be too sure of yourself," Dan laughed half-heartedly, "With all the trouble I'm getting myself into my visits might become a regular thing."

"Oh, joy. You mean, I'll get to fix your nose everyday? Because that'll make my life worth wild." She said with sarcasm. Trying to make it look like she would be okay by herself once he left her alone. Daniel let her go, his arms falling to his side with a meek smile seemingly plastered onto his face. "Well-..." he rubbed the back of his neck, looking up at the British blonde though she was much shorter, "Thanks for, you know, fixing my nose. You're the best."

She smiled towards him once more, looking up at the man who towered over her. "You are very welcome my friend and I know I am." She said with a smirk as she moved a piece of her hair, out of her face and behind her ear. At the latter statement, he lightly pinched her cheek between his knuckles, taking his leave. He turned around as he hand clasped around the door knob, unable to prevent himself from prying. Fiona closed her eyes as he pinched her cheek and grabbed his hand to make him let go. And when he did she opened her eyes and rubbed her now lightly red cheek with a smirk on her face as he walked towards the door. She grabbed the two bottles of water and put them in her blue recycling bin before looking at the door, not hearing it open or close. She saw Daniel still there. "Is something wrong?"

"Look, whatever happened between you and Maki-..." he paused, trying to ease his way into a touchy subject. She moved her eyes from him to the ground before he continued speaking to her. "He's like a brother to me. Whatever happened-...you two can work it out. Just-..." Daniel nearly choked on his words, not sure how to try and fix something he hadn't known was broken. "Just give him a chance? He's put up with my shit for three years so you know he's a good guy."

She let out a sigh as she listened to him, not being able to say anything. She didn't want to promise him anything that she knew she couldn't keep. She just kept her eyes closed. "I know he is Danny. And that's why he deserves the best. I'll see you later." She told him as normal as she could without her voice cracking from the tears she was holding back.

"Yeah-..." Daniel replied, "See you later" Daniel took his leave, leaving Fiona be before he managed to piss off someone else today.