[Matthew] For I know not what I do

[atrb=style, background-color: #101A40][atrb=width, 500, bTable][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 35px; color: #dddddd;text-align: right;height: 150px;display:table-cell;vertical-align:bottom; 180px;width: 330px;]PLEASE FORGIVE ME IF I ACT A LITTLE STRANGE[/style]	[atrb=style, background-color: #101A40][STYLE=border: 5px solid #dddddd; width: 100px; height: 100px;float: right;margin-bottom: -30px;margin-right: 40px;] [/style]
[cs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, Background-color: #dddddd][STYLE=width: 200px;color: #101A40;font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 42px;vAlign: top;text-align: right;width: 500px;float: right;]FOR I KNOW NOT WHAT I DO[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify;padding: 15px;font-size: 10px;color: 000000]It would’ve been impossible to say that, for Alaska, the Holiday Season was not filled with dread or anxiety or just conflicted emotions in general; but this year had been even more so. It had been her own little tradition to make a slight exception to the fact that she no longer celebrated Christmas and visit Matthew to give him some company on the holiday and just show that she appreciated him but even before that, the duo had usually marked off the New Year with each other. Christmas had been confusing to say the least what with ‘getting caught under the mistletoe’ as they apparently said. She had been stirred by the occasion—not upset but inhibited nonetheless. The occurrence had left her thinking for a few days later and, to her dismay, it caused her to dig down deep in her psyche and forced her to answer questions she had been avoiding. It was no secret to herself that she cared deeply for the boy and, as much a she hated to admit it, loved him as much as her pathetically tarnished heart could manage. Alaska had long since declared war on any of her uplifting emotions, finding from personal experience that nothing good had ever come from them. What bothered her most is that, somehow, for centuries she had been unsuspecting enough to let herself get caught in this position. Her guard had always been up, turning away anyone and everyone she possibly could just to spare herself the trouble of heartbreak; and the one person who showed her real compassion and kindness, she immediately let her defenses down for. True, she had known Matthew long before this mindset had been established but that didn’t stop Alaska from hating herself for falling victim to the one thing she set out to avoid. Their New Years plans had turned out to be a little different than usual. Normally, the two were perfectly content with just alternating between houses each year and just sitting around, talking about the year and what they hoped for the next. It was funny though—they always talked about the same things each year and their resolutions were always the same: like perhaps in the year to come, people would finally start noticing Matthew more and Shtiya might actually make some effort to leave her house every once in a while. She couldn’t say that she greatly welcomed this new and drastic change to their usual plans but she was going to accept it regardless. She recoiled at the realization that this New Years had already been scheduled at Matthew’s house and, after the awkward Christmas, Alaska wasn’t quite sure how to go about the idea. Their basic plans were to dress as nicely as possible and go out to dinner. Not only was Alaska not one to indulge herself in fancy dinners other than the occasional tv dinner, she no longer had any sort of reason to dress to the nines and therefore had nothing to wear. It was an equally awkward experience walking about various dress shops in Anchorage to even try to find something. She had no idea what her dress size was and she of course had nothing in mind, nor was she very apt to accept any help from salespeople. However, after a few harsh words and a breakdown or two, Alaska finally found something that didn’t make her cringe at the sight of the price tag and looked relatively decent on her. Not to say that she looked bad in the dress, she just wasn’t sure how she was supposed to look. But, finally accepting some advice from the woman who was paid to give it, Alaska understood that it was probably the most flattering dress she had tried on that evening. She was however offended when the saleswoman asked her what color heels she wanted to go with it. Heels were out of the question. Alaska messed with her hair for at least an hour, desperately trying to remember how it was Ivan made her pull it up when he drug her out to social events for punishment. She finally deemed what she had acceptable and slipped on some black slippers and picked up a large fur-lined coat. Before leaving, Alaska made a quick detour in front of her mirror. She could barely recognize herself at that moment; she felt incredibly foreign to her own self about to leave her house without her parka and in a dress of all things. Biting down on her lip and looking herself over, she wondered how Matthew might react. What sort of conflicted feelings would she get from that? In the days that followed Christmas Eve, Alaska wondered whether she should break down and finally address her feelings to Matthew. With a sigh, she turned and observed the back of the dress. For centuries she had been putting it off for the fact that she wasn’t willing to risk ruining their friendship. Turning around to look herself over again, she admitted to herself that if their usual plans were changing, it wouldn’t hurt to change her New Year’s resolution as well. With a bit of apprehension in each step, Alaska finally put on her coat and headed out the door. She had begun her usual journey at a rather reasonable time, taking her usual seat at the back of the train, as far away from everyone else as possible. It was a short walking distance from the train station to the plane hangar which she usually entrusted with the job of getting her to Matthew’s house. There were years where they had downright refused to fly her due to weather and she had been resorted to flying herself, which had been deemed incredibly stupid. Luckily that was not one of those days. The entire flight was spent trying to occupy her mind from the impending evening that was sure to be chock full of as much awkwardness as Christmas was. She looked out the window, noticing the plane dropping itself into a clearing where the woods had begun to thin out. Frustration was written all over her face as she turned to the pilot, demanding an explanation. “Why are you stopping here?” she could’ve easily reached across the seats and choked the man but, unfortunately for her, the plane hadn’t quite yet landed. “Sorry, but this is as far as I can go. There’s not enough fuel to make it all the way there and back. They told me you could make the walk by yourself—” Alaska’s eyes narrowed with a sudden, burning hostility. “You’re lucky I know how to get there.” Before any other words could be exchanged, Alaska let herself out of the plane and stomped off into the woods. Also luckily for the man, Alaska was feeling oddly merciful that evening. Grumbling all the way, Alaska wrapped her coat around her tightly to better fight off the cold wind pushing her back. At this moment she greatly missed her parka which she had left at home, not expecting to have to make such a long hike to Matthew’s house. She took her frustrations out by stomping on twigs, breaking them clean in half, and cursing inaudible curses in Yupik under her breath—as she always did on such occasions. She glanced up at the sun through the trees, taking note of just how late she already was and continued to curse everything she could think of. Coming upon another small clearing in the forest, Alaska had assumed that she was another five minutes or so away from Matthew’s house. There was that at least. She stopped, leaning against a tree to rub her sore feet and continue cursing the shoes she was wearing. As she bent down to put them back on, Alaska was somewhat startled by the snapping of more twigs in the woods behind her. Alarmed by the smell in the air, Alaska stepped around the tree to see a remarkably large bear making its way through the woods, sniffing at the trail she left behind. Her heart stopped for a second as it looked up, locking its eyes on her, snorting in response. She slowly began to back up as it inched its way towards her and she hadn’t taken two steps before she hit the tree she had been resting against earlier. Making up for lost time, her heart began to pound at double time as she desperately tried to think up something to do. Almost out of reflex, she reached down to pull a knife out of her boot. But there was no boot where she reached. Her expression molded to one of intense worry as her movement only seemed to set the bear off. The only remote hope she had was to turn around and scale the tree behind her and hope that it didn’t want to do the same. She turned on her heels, scrambling her way up the tree trunk just to reach the first branch and this only seemed to set the bear off more. Climbing the tree proved to be extra difficult in the dress she had chosen for the evening. She let out a loud yelp, slipping from the sixth branch up and crashing into the one below. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she quickly reached out for the trunk of the tree and threw her arms around it, peering over her shoulder at the bear growling up at her. She decided it best not to, at the moment, climb any higher and to see if the bear would simply go away. But of course it didn’t. She shut her eyes tightly, clinging to the tree tighter as the bear stood up, slamming itself into the tree, causing it to shake. Alaska had inevitably expected the night to be different from her expectations but she definitely didn’t have this in mind. [/style]
[cs=2][atrb=style, background-color: #101A40][STYLE=text-align: center;font-size: 10px;]Notes: omg a dress Muse: David Gray-Please Forgive Me Tagged: Matt <3Word Count: 1658[/style]
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 415px; background-color: #E42217; border-left: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-bottom: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-right: inset 3px #FFFFFF; -moz-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; true] Do what you, what you want 'til you don’t want it anymore Christmas had been filled with awkward that was for certain, and thus he was hoping things would be at least a little less awkward at New Years. They had both been given time away slightly, and maybe they had collected their thoughts. He, personally, didn’t really think too much more of the kiss as anything more than just a kiss. Though, that could be due to him being raised by Francis more than anything else. Really, he was more curious as to what she was making of it. Her reaction hadn’t really been one he had expected. Realistically though, to be perfectly honest, he had kind of expected to be punched in the face. He probably should have just pretended that the mistletoe was nothing and just some decoration that was normal. Or he could have explained it then decided to not follow the rules. Either one probably would have been considerably less awkward, but he wasn’t that much of a rebel to be honest. He typically followed the rules unless Alfred dragged him into otherwise, and he was perfectly fine with that. Sure that was probably why he wasn’t noticed much, but he didn’t want to be an obnoxious and loud country. He liked himself the way he was, and didn’t want to have to break all the rules and do ridiculous things just to be noticed. Though being noticed would be nice, he just wanted to have it done on his terms. He was kind of bored of the same old thing year after year, and so he decided that they were going to do something different for New Years. Even if it was only just once, he wanted to go out of their bubble like they always resolved to do, but never did. So they’d go out to a fancy dinner, maybe have some wine, and then watch fireworks at midnight. Seemed like an interesting night, and he was kind of looking forward to it. Though, he wasn’t so sure how she felt about it. They would have to be near people, even if he reserved a separate room for them to eat in, and if they found a slightly secluded place to watch the fireworks. Anyway, he looked in his closet and realized he had not had very many occasions to wear something relatively dressy in a long time. He recognized some of it from when he was with England, and wondered if they even still fit him. A few of them he’d probably never wear, and a few seemed even too fancy for such an occasion. Finally, he found one near the back of his closet, and it still fit so that was something at least. He couldn’t imagine having to go buy another one seeing as he’d probably only wear it rarely. Really, he was more of a t-shirt, hoodie, and blue jean kind of person. It was far more comfortable to wear, and he was generally more relaxed wearing such. He would deal with it for a few hours, and to be honest he wasn’t one for complaining anyway, so he’d deal with it and then take it off once they got back. What they were going to do after fireworks was up for debate, but it would probably either be going to bed or watching a movie curled up on the couch. Either way he was perfectly fine with it. Now came the time to put on said suit outfit, and wait for Alaska to arrive. Sure he could wait and procrastinate, but he might as well get used to it now. Thus he put the suit on and did his best to not get Kumajiro’s fur all over it. Sure he had a lint roller for just that, but still he was going to try and avoid that. He was leaving the polar bear with his capital for the night, because let’s face it he wasn’t usually welcome at fancy restaurants. Matt might be able to pull some strings for it, but usually it wasn’t worth the hassle. There was also the fact that the polar bear wasn’t exactly partial to the loud noises fireworks would make. Thus, he was left with Ottawa where he would be cuddled and comfortable. He had done his best to clean the house so that there wasn’t fur everywhere, but wasn’t sure how well that had worked. To pass the time he turned on the television and found nothing on as usual. Eventually he managed to find a hockey game and while it wasn’t in English, he didn’t really care what the announcers were saying anyway. After a while of watching, he realized it was getting a bit late, which meant that Alaska was running late, or something was up. He figured that he would give another few minutes and then call the pilot charged with transporting her to his house usually. There weren’t exactly many that would be willing to do so whenever it was wanted, but this one wasn’t bad so far. Some of them got sick of it after a while and quit, while others just didn’t like being a taxi for what they deemed to be a few teenagers. He was an important person, and while they couldn’t know the extent of that, they should really just be glad they had jobs to be perfectly honest. Anyway, another few minutes and he called up the pilot, who said he had dropped her off, only it was farther away than they usually would because they didn’t have enough gas and were told she could walk if it was needed. ”You didn’t really think it would be needed to call and tell me that, or that we had plans that would be time restricting? Did you even mention that to her before you were landing? Of course you forgot…I’m just going to hang up on you now.” he said mildly annoyed at the unfolding of events. Well, still she was a bit late, and so he was going to go find her. The pilot at least had told him where she was dropped out, and he knew she was aware of how to get here. Thus, he had a direction to look at least rather than wandering aimlessly in the woods without a polar bear to help lead him back. He grabbed a pistol and a flashlight before grabbing a coat and heading out. The pistol was because it was the woods and he wasn’t an idiot. He was well aware of the nasty things that could be lurking about, and while a pistol probably wouldn’t kill them, it would at least scare most of them off. Besides, Alaska could usually handle herself, so it probably wouldn’t even be needed. Well, he was hoping it wasn’t needed at least. He wandered through the forest and heard growling of some sort. Well, that wasn’t good, and while he didn’t want to go towards that necessarily, it was on the path he was supposed to be following. That could either mean she went around and could be behind him, or there was going to be a serious problem up ahead. He was seriously hoping that he could just sneak up, not see her and turn back around to see if she had passed him. Of course, that wasn’t about to be the case. When he walked up he saw an enormous bear, and while normally he would have just wandered about his way, or up a tree if it showed aggression immediately seeing as while he was fast there was no way he was outrunning a freaking bear, what he saw next stopped him from doing just that. Crap, the bear was doing it’s hardest to go after Alaska, and that certainly explained why she was late along with the pilot dropping her off early. He pulled out a pistol and started firing. There was no way that he was really going to do a ton of damage with a pistol unless he hit it in the face repeatedly, but at least it would distract the bear enough for Alaska to possibly flee a bit. What he hadn’t really thought of though, was the fact that the bear turned towards him, and was now coming after him. Well shit, he really should have thought about that, but he didn’t exactly have time to do so. Looking up he jumped and climbed up onto a branch while still shooting. ”Shtiya, you should probably run, or play dead. Either would probably work. Actually, first are you okay?” he said from his perch in the tree while distracting the bear quite effectively actually. How long that would last was another story, and since the bear was slightly shaking the tree he jumped on its face instead before running over to Alaska. 1472 / Monk/AK / jump on its face. yes. good plan. [/style][style=display: none;]made by ashkir at rpg-directory.com

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[cs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, Background-color: #dddddd][STYLE=width: 200px;color: #101A40;font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 42px;vAlign: top;text-align: right;width: 500px;float: right;]FOR I KNOW NOT WHAT I DO[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify;padding: 15px;font-size: 10px;color: 000000]Alaska was more than prepared to sit in that tree the entire night and just wait for the bear to leave. In fact, she had almost forgotten where she was and what she was doing there. Of course she had no clue of exactly just how late she was now that she had been sitting up in a tree for some time now. In that spare time Alaska had done nothing useful—she didn’t sit and reflect on life like people usually did in what they considered to be their final hours. No, she sat completely still, her eyes closed and her arms wrapped tightly around the trunk of a tree. The one time she did choose to open her eyes, even though only slightly, she just happened to notice a still rather agitated bear began to attempt its way up into the tree. With a panicked breath, she looked up and around, trying to find some sort of escape route. She closed her eyes tightly once more before deciding to climb down the other side of the tree and hopefully make a quick getaway. She took in a long, deep breath before letting go of the tree and reaching out to a branch around the other side. Well on her way to getting to the other side, Alaska discovered a small road block as she tried to step out to another branch but the fabric of the dress keeping her legs from stretching far. “Shit,” she muttered quietly, honestly not believing the kind of luck she was having that evening. But, to prove that things could only get worse, her other foot began to slip from the branch she had been sitting on before she could regain her balance. She fell to the ground with a stifled scream, interrupted as she crashed into a few branches along the way before dropping at least twenty feet. She laid face first in the grass, frozen in pain, holding back every urge to let out some sort of cry to keep from startling the bear. Perhaps, she hoped, it would think she was dead after the fall and leave her alone. Luckily she wasn’t one to ever rely on her expectations and was thus not shocked when the bear wasn’t convinced. Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt a forceful tug at the bottom of her dress and fur brushing the back of her legs. She dug her fingers deep into the dirt, trying her best to keep it from dragging her away. She choked back another cry, gritting her teeth tightly, as she was pulled loose from her grasp on the ground, her whole body still hurting from the fall. In too much pain to actually turn over and fight back, she continued to lay motionless until the bear actually began to toss her around a bit. She winced in the process of flipping over on her back and told herself to keep her eyes shut. She held in her breath, feeling the bear sniffing around her face, inspecting her. Alaska was a little less than amazed by the bear’s determination. It knew she wasn’t dead but it wasn’t about to leave; instead, it was going to force her to put up some sort of fight, which she would have gladly done on any regular occasion. A yelp finally escaped her, having not expected the bear to actually claw at her. It swung its paw down, intending on pushing her around a good bit more, and succeeded in flipping her over quite a few times while tearing up her left arm in the process. She bit down on her bottom lip, writhing once more, not even sure at this point whether she wanted to scream because she was in so much pain or because she was so frustrated that she couldn’t fight back. Alaska couldn’t help but draw up as the bear roared loudly right behind her. She opened her eyes once more, staring out into space with a disappointed look. All she wanted was a nice evening with Matthew like every New Years; and there she was getting smacked around by a bear. Alaska rolled over, gritting through the pain searing through her bones into her muscles and even further into her nerves, and managed to sit herself up. Her eyes locked on the bear, giving it a dark look to occupy it as her right hand slowly reached out for a stick that had broken off the tree during her fall. As her hand tightened around it, the bear lurched forward, growling again. She took this opportunity to stab at the bear, giving it a nasty laceration in its shoulder. This wasn’t exactly smart but Alaska couldn’t live with herself, not having fought back in any way. This also seemed to be exactly what the bear wanted: a challenge. The bear quickly retaliated by taking another swing at her, sending her tumbling and leaving its own mark from her jaw all the way to her opposite shoulder. Finally choking out a few sobs, Alaska forced her eyes open, desperately wanting to brace herself for whatever was next. She was, however, unprepared to hear gun shots and, had she been physically able or even standing, she would’ve jumped a few feet off the ground. She couldn’t find the strength to lift her head and see what was happening to the side but her questions were soon answered after she saw Matthew in the tree in front of her. A hopeful smile rushed to fill her expression as she looked up at him. At first she choked on the words trying to come out of her throat, a sharp pain surging across her neck where the fresh wounds were. “N-no, I’m not alright,” she coughed out, the awful truth stinging as much as the pain in her whole body. She shut her eyes again tightly, thankful that the bear was now distracted, and took the time to catch her breath. “I tried playing dead and it wasn’t satisfied,” she continued slowly. “And I won’t be running any time soon. Standing up would be a miracle.” Alaska continued to lay unmoving on the ground, keeping her eyes closed as tight as she could, trying her best not to think about just how bad her entire existence hurt. She heard him jump out of the tree and finally opened her eyes when he rushed to her side. She looked over at him, forcing a weak and slightly wavering smile in his direction. “Thanks for coming to the rescue.” There was almost a trace of a chuckle in her voice, her subconscious finding it rather funny how pitiful of a state she was in right now. But she was thankful nonetheless and honestly, couldn’t remember a time she had been more happy to see him. [/style]
[cs=2][atrb=style, background-color: #101A40][STYLE=text-align: center;font-size: 10px;]Notes: omg a dress Muse: David Gray-Please Forgive Me Tagged: Matt <3Word Count: 1145[/style]
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 415px; background-color: #E42217; border-left: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-bottom: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-right: inset 3px #FFFFFF; -moz-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; true] Do what you, what you want 'til you don’t want it anymore To be perfectly honest, Matt just wanted to change things up slightly. What good were resolutions if you did absolutely nothing about them? Apparently the universe decided that wasn’t allowed to happen though for some reason. Why the universe was so set in its ways to not allow them to have a nice evening out together was beyond him, but apparently it was to be so. That was the only explanation he could have for the rather odd chain of events that was unfolding. At this rate he should probably just cancel their dinner reservations, or at least move them until later because there was no way in hell they were going to be on time. Really, he was fine with another quiet evening in on New Year’s, it was just something for them to try. Apparently that wasn’t going to be happening again anytime soon, or if it did then certainly they wouldn’t be meeting in such a wooded and remote area. To be honest, it probably wasn’t the best plan to begin with, and he should really make sure his pilots were more intelligent or could at least use good judgment in such situations. If you saw a girl in a dress, and probably a lighter coat, boarding your plane would you still assume she would be perfectly alright to make a rather long walk through the woods no problem? He certainly wouldn’t, or at least he would have the courtesy to ask her if she was fine with that before landing. Maybe people just didn’t have intelligence and courtesy anymore or something. It seemed that many times he found himself fed up with having to deal with what should be obvious, and it was times like this that he got into one of his rare annoyed moods. That mood pretty much went away when he found Alaska though. How could he stay mad when she was clearly being mauled by a bear? There was also the fact that he wasn’t actually mad at her, and instead the pilot and them being late. No time to worry about that now though, not even time to worry about how fired the pilot would be when he got back and made sure she was alright. That was the priority right now though, getting the bear away from her and seeing if she was alright, or if the bear had done some serious damage. It was, after all, a little hard to tell from up in a tree when you were mostly focused on the vicious mass of bear in front of you. The bear probably was rather annoyed actually, he had jumped on its face, shot it and there was a rather gross looking twig stab wound in its shoulder. He assumed that was either from something the bear had gotten into a fight with, or from the state it had attempted to maul. When he ran over to her though he noted that the bear had technically successfully mauled her. That was definitely not a good thing then, and he would pretty much have to carry her back. Running was definitely not really an option then was it? He heard her say that she wasn’t alright and frowned at the way she sounded. ”It will be fine. I’ll patch you up all better when we get back.” he said softly and brushed a strand of hair out of her face before turning back to face the bear who was just staring at him. Well, he was going to just stare back, with a glare. As much of a glare that the nation of Canada could manage that is. Seemed they were currently in a stare off, so he was fine talking to the injured state behind him for now. He had decided that standing in front of her was the best option for keeping her from further injury, and that was where he would remain until the bear was either dead or left. Really though, it had a number of injuries from bullets and a stick in its shoulder, if it didn’t back down now it never would. He heard her state that she tried playing dead and it wasn’t satisfied. ”I wonder why it is so aggressive that’s not normal.” he noted with a raised eyebrow, and then she stated that she wouldn’t be running, and that standing would be a miracle. He’d look over at her, but that would mean turning his back to an apparently super aggressive bear, and that would be a horrific plan. Anyway, he was staring down a bear, and Alaska was probably bleeding all over the place behind him. Really he just needed to finish this already, and then he heard her thank him for coming to the rescue and he turned to look at her with a smile. ”Of course. Anytime you need it.” he said before turning to see the bear had actually walked up and was now sitting staring at him face to face. Well, this wasn’t going according to plan then, and he couldn’t exactly back up without stepping on a particular state behind him. ”You wouldn’t by chance be willing to just leave would you bear?” he said blinking at the creature in front of him who seemed to just stare back before growling at him. Well, he did suppose that was his answer and thus raised his gun again and shot until the bear fell over with a thud. He sighed and kneeled down next to Shtiya. ”Now…the only way to get you back is to carry you, and I know it will probably hurt, but it won’t be long.” he said and then picked her up as gently as he possibly could. He had one arm across her back, avoiding her clawed shoulders as much as possible, and the other behind her knees. Mattie carried her back to his place and inside out of the cold. He then proceeded to make a pretty steady path for the bathroom seeing as that was where all of the medical supplies were kept, and it was the easiest place to clean the blood off of her. Anywhere else would just be inconvenient to do one or the other, and he would rather her be a bit more comfortable at the moment than less seeing as she was probably in quite a bit of pain. He set her down on a rather fluffy rug against the bath tub and pulled out a rather extensive first aid kit. ”Alright, where am I starting?” he asked her with a slight smile. 1100 / Monk/AK / ffff stare at it maybe it will leave [/style][style=display: none;]made by ashkir at rpg-directory.com

[atrb=style, background-color: #101A40][atrb=width, 500, bTable][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 35px; color: #dddddd;text-align: right;height: 150px;display:table-cell;vertical-align:bottom; 180px;width: 330px;]PLEASE FORGIVE ME IF I ACT A LITTLE STRANGE[/style]	[atrb=style, background-color: #101A40][STYLE=border: 5px solid #dddddd; width: 100px; height: 100px;float: right;margin-bottom: -30px;margin-right: 40px;] [/style]
[cs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, Background-color: #dddddd][STYLE=width: 200px;color: #101A40;font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 42px;vAlign: top;text-align: right;width: 500px;float: right;]FOR I KNOW NOT WHAT I DO[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify;padding: 15px;font-size: 10px;color: 000000]There was an almost overwhelming feeling of relief now that Matthew was there. Alaska looked up through the trees at the dark sky, having nothing else to do at the moment and let out a long exhale, still trying to catch her breath and keep her mind off how badly she hurt. She wasn’t exactly accustomed to being saved as she was; there was a time or two in her younger years that she could vaguely remember crossing paths with nasty things in the woods back home and having to drag herself back home all mangled and broken. Having someone come to her rescue was a first. There were many things bumping around in her mind, adding to her strangling relief. She was relieved that he even bothered to come find her in the first place—there wasn’t another person she could think of at the moment who would’ve even bothered. Her expression softened as she watched him brush away her hair with a smile. For the moment, her mind was completely cleared and the pain went away. As he stood to face the bear, her eyes turned back to the sky. Though she couldn’t see far enough in the direction of the bear, Alaska still listened close to see what was happening. She silently thought over his question in her mind. She did recall quite a bit of stomping and cursing before the encounter and couldn’t help but wonder if she might have woken him up or even just bothered him from a distance. Biting down on her lip, she decided that she wasn’t going to bring any of that up. It was bad enough that she was having to be rescued. She looked back over at him as turned around, clarifying that he’d come back to her rescue any time she needed it. Her smile grew and her eyes began to water over. Anyone could’ve simply guessed that the small trace of tears that threatened form were from the pain setting in, even though they weren’t. Alaska pressed her lips together firmly, trying to clear her mind once more. She knew that he cared about her; she could never measure exactly how much though, at least in terms of comparison to how much she cared about him. He’d never said anything like that to her before—no one had. She had gotten lost in her thoughts as he turned back to face the bear and was admittedly startled when his gun went off again. But it, and the following thud, only snapped her out of her reverie, which was what she needed. She turned her eyes to meet him as he knelt beside her. “Oh, what would I do without you,” she breathed quietly, as her own little thanks for the moment. She knew him moving her in the slightest was going to hurt like hell; she had fell over twenty feet from a tree, hit a few branches on the way down and then was proceeded to be tossed around by a bear. But, she wasn’t going to make it obvious that she was hurting. Holding her breath, she braced herself to be picked up and it hurt about as much as she expected it to. She shut her eyes, drawing up slightly, trying to ignore as much of it as she could. Without thinking, her right hand reached out and clutched to his sleeve with a startling grasp as she still sought some way to clear her mind. Alaska hadn’t opened her eyes until they were through the house and he set her down in the bathroom. She let a long exhale, having held her breath in intervals most of the way to his house. As he set her back down, she could feel some of the blood that had seeped through to the back of her dress and was a bit alarmed for the first time. She honestly didn’t think her injuries were that bad, except maybe breaking a few bones from the fall; well, she knew the fall was admittedly bad but the blood set her off a bit. She gasped looking down at the rug she was sitting on. “Matt, I’m going to end up ruining the rug! You sure you don’t want to do this somewhere else?” By that time, he already had the supplies at hand and was asking where to start. With a sigh, she continued, “Might as well start with the arm.” She reached her right arm, possible the only part of her that wasn’t injured, over and slowly began to work the buttons loose on her coat. She winced, pressing her lips together, bent on keeping any sort of painful cries back as she slid her coat off her left arm. Alaska let out a long exhale, glancing down at how badly cut up her arm was. At this time she also took note of just how bad of a condition her dress was in. It was blood stained and shredded to say the least and, finally realizing how bad of a job it was doing of providing actual clothing, Alaska gasped once more and pulled her coat around her for the time being. “On second thought, just let me do it. I’ve done this before.” In a hurried rush, she reached out for the bandages in Matthew’s hand, pulling herself forward. She didn’t get very far as her back curled forward and she let out an alarming cry of pain, quickly regretting her actions. Alaska recoiled, leaning back against the bathtub once more and choked back a sob, her back now burning. [/style]
[cs=2][atrb=style, background-color: #101A40][STYLE=text-align: center;font-size: 10px;]Notes: omg a dress Muse: David Gray-Please Forgive Me Tagged: Matt <3Word Count: 935[/style]
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 415px; background-color: #E42217; border-left: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-bottom: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-right: inset 3px #FFFFFF; -moz-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; true] Do what you, what you want 'til you don’t want it anymore Matt told her that he could come to her rescue whenever she needed it, and he meant that. If he told her or he found out she needed rescuing, he would gladly pretend to be his brother and go save her. The fact that it made her smile even made saying such worth it, and he grinned back at her. He didn’t miss the tears that were showing, but he wasn’t sure what they were from exactly, because she could be happy she was getting rescued, in pain, or it could be something else altogether. Hearing her statement asking what she would do without him he smiled lightly. ”Would saying that you would get mauled by a bear be appropriate or no?” he asked her to lighten the situation a bit. Though it was entirely possible that she would slap him for that one later, or maybe she wouldn’t. After all, she was far nicer to him than she was anyone else. So, maybe she would just glare at him instead. He could handle that because really the situation had just been resolved, so making fun of it might not be the best idea. Ah well, too late for that now, and so he would just deal with the consequences. As he picked her up he knew she was in pain. Really there was no good way to pick her up right now, and this honestly looked to be the best option he had short of finding another person and a stretcher. Thus he held her close and was perfectly fine with her holding onto his sleeve as he carried her back to the house. He knew she had to be in pain, considering she was kind of bleeding all over the place if she wasn’t he’d have to question her sanity or if she had any feeling at all. He made it to the house and wandered his way into the bathroom. Matt set her down before kicking off his snow covered boots and dropping his jacket on top of the sink. It needed washed now because she had slightly bled on it, as had the bear from blood splatter, but he wasn’t really worried about it. Just something he would worry about once he had her patched up and warm. Besides, all he would really have to do is throw it in the wash while it was still wet and it should come out just fine. Thus, he wasn’t particularly worried about the rug for the same reason. He then went about collecting a rather extensive first aid kit and a wash cloth to wipe off some of the blood. The nation wasn’t about to not clean her injuries before patching her up even if she was immortal. Hearing her ask if he wanted to do this somewhere else because she was going to ruin the rug, he smiled and crouched down in front of her with stuff to patch her up. ”It will probably still be wet when we’re done and I’ll just throw it and my coat in the wash. The blood should come out, and if it doesn’t I’m not particularly worried about it. It isn’t as if they cost very much.” he noted with a smile at her. ”Besides, I figured you probably wouldn’t appreciate me throwing you in the shower seeing as I plan on using it and a wash cloth to at least wipe some of the blood off of you.” he said with an innocent smile at her. Being soaked and injured would probably be no fun, and thus he placed her beside the bathtub rather than in it. She gave him a place to start and he watched as she did her best to take off her jacket. He would have helped, but it seemed like she wanted to do it on her own, so for now he would let her just so long as she wasn’t shouting in pain from it. When she did take the coat off though he found himself blushing because he realized before she did how shredded her dress was. It also made him realize that it was probably going to have to come off for him to bandage her. Well, crap that was going to be horribly awkward. Actually, it was already horribly awkward, because she seemed to notice the same thing he did and pulled her coat around her. Now, what sort of solution could they come up with, and he was thinking about this when she leaned forward to grab the bandages from him and he almost jumped when she let out a cry of pain. ”Hey, don’t move, and you’re not going to be able to bandage your own arm unless you have a third anyway.” he said with a sigh and a look of him being unconvinced that she could do it on her own. ”How about I give you a towel to trade for your shredded dress, seeing as it would probably have to come off anyway with some of your injuries?” he asked still blushing slightly as he said it. ”You can borrow some of my clothes after you’re patched up.” he noted with a smile at her. Standing back up he grabbed a towel and offered it to her, though he did wonder how exactly she would go about switching the dress for the towel if she could barely move. Well, he was going to try and not think about that right now because he’d probably start blushing more. Instead he placed a kiss on her forehead because he knew she was in pain from trying to move. ”I’ll get you some pain killers too.” he noted and patted the top of her head lightly with a smile at her. Now, he just had to wait for her answer on his suggestion. Now, was she going to let him bandage her up, or was she going to hide under her coat and bleed all over the floor? 1000 / Monk/AK / ALL THE AWKWARD. YUS [/style][style=display: none;]made by ashkir at rpg-directory.com