squints. and she just. takes her hands and puts them up to her eyes, the back of her hands pressed against her eyelids, and extends her fingers out like you do when you're doing a hand puppet. and then she opens and closes the "mouth" very wide and slow, like... blinking, almost.
and then looks at rupert and draws a question mark in the air.]
and then she does the clock motion again, but reverses it? like going backwards. and looks at him expectantly. this only works if he saw what she was doing yesterday i realize.]
[a pause, and then... she turns around, pushing her hair out of the way to point to the port at the back of her neck. it's just the scarred remains, but.]
stares at the ceiling. and then looks back at rupert, and shakes her head.
... she pulls back a bit and clasps her hands together and brings them up to her face, swinging back and forth like some sort of lovesick maiden, super exaggerated. she even twirls her hair between her fingers.
and then she drops that act, and shakes her room key again while pointing to him.]
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there will be no stopping her wrath when she is free.]
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but she does look thoughtful, like she's trying to figure out who could've done this.]
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squints. and she just. takes her hands and puts them up to her eyes, the back of her hands pressed against her eyelids, and extends her fingers out like you do when you're doing a hand puppet. and then she opens and closes the "mouth" very wide and slow, like... blinking, almost.
and then looks at rupert and draws a question mark in the air.]
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she puts her hands over her face. this isn't charades she's just dying.
she shifts back away from him, and then mimes a baseball swing. it looks kind of like the way she swings a sword.]
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and then she does the clock motion again, but reverses it? like going backwards. and looks at him expectantly. this only works if he saw what she was doing yesterday i realize.]
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Um... Go back in time to hit something?
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[rupert]
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she just drops her hair and sighs again, turning back to face him and just. shrugs wildly. she has no idea.]
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[...]
Do you think you'd be allowed to write at all, or can you only communicate through gestures?
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actually, she'll just show him if he has a pencil and paper of any kind.]
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it comes out as scribbles.]
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[sighing]
Really bad timing... I had something that could have helped, but I just used it a few hours before you came.
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Yeah... The dispel one.
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and then like, reaches to gently pat his face, shaking her head.
a beat. she points to herself, makes an X with her hands. and then gestures out to the hotel in the direction of the lobby, and does a thumbs up.]
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stares at the ceiling. and then looks back at rupert, and shakes her head.
... she pulls back a bit and clasps her hands together and brings them up to her face, swinging back and forth like some sort of lovesick maiden, super exaggerated. she even twirls her hair between her fingers.
and then she drops that act, and shakes her room key again while pointing to him.]
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thank god.]
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