forum Obsessed One-on-one RP (CLOSED; STALKERS ALLOWED)

Started November 11, 2018 by @amber_is_in_a_loop

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(yeah, I gathered oof)

Isobel sped up as well, almost caught up with her. "Alice!"

"T U V W X Y Z". Alice came to a standstill. She couldn't hear anything. She very slowly, very tentatively turned around. Ollie was standing still, staring at the scars on her leg.
"I'm very glad you have something to remember me by." He took a step forward, and Alice stepped back.

(don't be sorry, you're not boring me either dw)
(and dear lord Alice)

Alice was hallucinating, Isobel was sure of it. She took a step forward, and the poor girl took a step back. "Alice, listen to me," she pleaded. "Come back to the café."

Isobel suddenly broke through Ollie and he disappeared. Alice fell to her knees, clutching her stomach, violently shaking. She looked up at Isobel with anguish in her eyes, but attempted to crawl away from her: this wasn't her problem.

Isobel immediately dropped down on one knee, placing both hands on Alice’s shoulders. “Alice?? OhmygodAlice—— talk to me— what happened??” Her heart and mind raced, one hand already leaving the stricken woman’s shoulder to reach into her coat pocket for her phone. “I’m calling 911– I’ve got you—“

"NO!" Alice screamed. "Don't call them, please, you can't call them." She grabbed Isobel's wrist, making her drop her phone back into her pocket. "Please, Isobel, you can't call anyone," she said between heaving breaths.

Isobel's eyes widened. "Alice– you need–" Her mind scrambled to find something to say. "Come back into the café– the washroom– I won't call if you don't want me too, I promise, but– I need you to talk to me. Come." People were beginning to stare, raising the levels of Isobel's anxiety. She needed to help this poor woman, and fast.

"Not the cafe. Anywhere but the cafe." She pulled herself to her feet and started hobbling away from the stares, the limp in her right leg suddenly very pronounced.

Isobel grabbed hold of her arm. "Not the café," she agreed. "Where? I– I want to help you–"

"There's a place," she gasped. "It's where I usually go for quiet and it's only a couple minutes away…" she let herself trail off, focusing on the effort of putting one foot in front of the other, leaning into Isobel's arm for support.

"Yesyesyes let's go there," Isobel said quickly, steering her out of the way of pedestrians. "Lead the way."

Alice managed a small nod and steered them towards the place. They arrived at a busy intersection with a large section of pavement, stopped only by a discreet tunnel into a disused subway tunnel.
Alice gestured weakly. "Down here." They descended into a dank, brightly lit tunnel and into a public bathroom that remained surprisingly clean despite the lack of visitors. Alice broke away from Isobel and, leaning against the white wall, sank to the floor.

Isobel immediately crouched down, worried eyes raking over Alice. "What happened out there??"

Alice dismissed it with a fluttering wave of her hand. "Nothing, don't you worry your pretty head."

Isobel shook her head firmly. "Alice, you were shaking and crying in the middle of the street. Of course I'm worried!"

Alice pursed her lips. "No need, seriously. I've gotten used to dealing with the aftermath." In the haze of her exhaustion and Isobel's closeness, she ran a trembling finger down the side of her jaw.
She quickly realized what she was doing and jumped back. "Sorry," she whispered.

Isobel refrained from flinching back. She wasn't anything close to homophobic, just not a huge touchy-feely person. "It's okay– I just want to know how to help you–"

Alice got to her feet. "I don't need help. I can get by fine on my own, just as I was doing before. And anyway, that particular vision doesn't come often, and that's the only one that sets me off. So I'm fine."

Vision— Isobel was stunned by the sudden change of character. “I— sorry if I intruded—“ She swallowed, unsure what to do.

"No intrusion." She gave her a vague smile."None at all. Just… bad memories tend to come back to me. That's what really sets me off, the memories." She let herself wander into her thoughts of Ollie, and her hand instinctively went to her stomach.

Isobel’s eyes followed Alice’s hands to her stomach. “Are you sure?” She wring her hands anxiously.

"I–" She deliberated before finishing her sentence. "I should be." She looked down at her hands, noticing she'd been clutching at her stomach. She quickly tucked her hands into her uniform pockets.