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Sept 10, 2008 11:57:41 GMT -5
Post by Sarah von Krolock on Sept 10, 2008 11:57:41 GMT -5
***NEW NIGHT***
*The carriage finally pulled up in front of a small inn and Sarah helped Norman down and into the main room that served as a small lobby. She helped him to a small loveseat, cradling his face for a moment.*
"Are you going to be all right while I check in?"
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Sept 10, 2008 12:14:25 GMT -5
Post by Norman Bates on Sept 10, 2008 12:14:25 GMT -5
Norman smiled wanly.
"Hmm? Oh, yes. I'll try not to eat anyone while you're away."
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Sept 10, 2008 12:28:25 GMT -5
Post by Sarah von Krolock on Sept 10, 2008 12:28:25 GMT -5
*Sarah quickly made her way to the desk, talked briefly with a woman, then returned with a key.*
"All right. Here." *She pulled his arm about her shoulders.*
"Let's get you upstairs."
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Sept 10, 2008 12:52:29 GMT -5
Post by Norman Bates on Sept 10, 2008 12:52:29 GMT -5
Still dizzy, but able to walk, Norman let Sarah lead him upstairs. He hardly noticed his surroundings, except to note it was an inn, not a motel, and to wonder idly if the lack of motels had anything to do with the lack of cars.
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Sept 10, 2008 13:45:50 GMT -5
Post by Sarah von Krolock on Sept 10, 2008 13:45:50 GMT -5
*Sarah opened the door and got him onto the bed, trying to rearrange pillows and such.*
"There we are. Is that all right?"
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Sept 10, 2008 13:49:16 GMT -5
Post by Norman Bates on Sept 10, 2008 13:49:16 GMT -5
"Yes, thanks," Norman said. He felt sort of guilty, having to be taken care of. And also for liking it, a little. "I've been thinking; maybe I could feed enough to not become so desperate I do something... er, desperate, but not enough to make me strong? Just until we figure out something else."
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Sept 10, 2008 14:18:43 GMT -5
Post by Sarah von Krolock on Sept 10, 2008 14:18:43 GMT -5
*Sarah frowned in thought. It wasn't like she could just call up room service. She'd taken to not eating where she slept unless she had to. Then something hit her.*
"Could you sustain yourself off some of my blood? Or does it need to be fresh? What about animals?" *Her eyes wandered over him as she spoke.* "And shouldn't we get you restrained before making you all strong again, just in case?"
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Sept 10, 2008 14:34:11 GMT -5
Post by Norman Bates on Sept 10, 2008 14:34:11 GMT -5
He looked at her a little blearily under the barrage of her questions.
"I... I don't know," he said. "I suppose your blood would be fine. I haven't tried animals." He felt bad about eating animals, then realized how stupid that was. He had eaten them all the time as a human. Just not... raw. And furry. "But you're right," he agreed. "I suppose if I got a little blood, and was hungry enough, I just... wouldn't be able to stop."
If he hadn't been near-drained of blood, he might have blushed at the thought of being tied up.
((I'm imagining them trying to eat Lolcat.))
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Sept 10, 2008 14:43:31 GMT -5
Post by Sarah von Krolock on Sept 10, 2008 14:43:31 GMT -5
"All right...all right..." *Sarah muttered, trying to sort things out.* "Just wait here for a moment, I'll see if I can find some rope or something." *She nodded with a smile and locked the door behind her, hurrying down to the front desk.*
((Should Kris handle this or do you want me to just deal with it?))
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Sept 10, 2008 16:25:57 GMT -5
Post by Norman Bates on Sept 10, 2008 16:25:57 GMT -5
((Eh, I can't think of a reason to play it, can you? I doubt Kris would do anything to turn the plot anyway.))
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Sept 10, 2008 17:47:43 GMT -5
Post by Sarah von Krolock on Sept 10, 2008 17:47:43 GMT -5
((Not a problem, but figured I should check.))
*A short while later, Sarah returned with some rope.*
"I'm sorry, this was all I could manage. I'll try to get you some more proper bonds tomorrow, all right?"
*She approached the bed, moving as if to suggest she might bind him to the headboard.*
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Sept 10, 2008 18:02:20 GMT -5
Post by Norman Bates on Sept 10, 2008 18:02:20 GMT -5
Unexpectedly, as far as he was concerned, Norman's eyes showed something like fear as she approached.
He'd been tied up before. Not like this, not with rope, but the institution had kept him immobile while they provoked him, drew out Mother, only letting him out when he'd been drugged past the point of caring. His mouth went dry.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, shutting his eyes. "Just do it, don't let me fight it."
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Sept 10, 2008 18:06:19 GMT -5
Post by Sarah von Krolock on Sept 10, 2008 18:06:19 GMT -5
*Sarah hesitated briefly, surprised by his worry. Wasn't this what he wanted? But she knew that there was more than one mind at work and she took to the task of binding him, making it as comfortable as possible but still secure. She moved to the second hand.*
"Is this all right? Does it hurt?"
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Sept 10, 2008 18:17:40 GMT -5
Post by Norman Bates on Sept 10, 2008 18:17:40 GMT -5
Norman shook his head, bit his lip, and opened his eyes.
"I was... restrained once," he said. "Against my will. I didn't think it would be a problem, but... Well, there's not just me, I guess."
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Sept 11, 2008 6:24:37 GMT -5
Post by Sarah von Krolock on Sept 11, 2008 6:24:37 GMT -5
*Sarah's eyes filled with sympathy, her hands slowing for a moment.*
"Oh...I'm so sorry." *Realizing that time might be of the essence, she bound his other wrist. Looking to the pile of rope in her lap and then to the foot of the bed, she bit her lip for a moment, trying to decide.*
"Do you want...me to bind your feet, or is this enough?" *Her voice was expressive of the worry she felt. It was quite apparent that she wanted to help this man very much.*
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