Cognitive Histeria...

[Gitane Blesse]

--A loud crash was heard from outside Rama's Corner as Gitane stumbled distractedly into a pile of garbage. She stared down at the spill of metal and food in what almost seemed to be awe. Her knees began to slacken and she quickly pulled away, shutting her pale eyes. Why must everything be so clouded, yet so painfully vivid?

Blurred images whirled through the demi-Falleen's mind as her hand fell against a wall to keep her small frame from toppling to the ground. A distraught plead for help escaped her lips as she grasped the other hand to her head. The past and present rotated in her vision, blending the two to where it was near impossible to tell apart. The girl let out a soft cry as she crumpled to her knees with meager whimpers.--

[Eve Siren]

-- Eve appeared, walking up slowly to Gitane. Remaining silent, she pat Gitane on the shoulder from behind then whispers loud enough so she can hear :

So ... You think you can tell me now ?

Eve said, with a sad look. She knew that when Gitane will decide to tell her story, she will be willing to tell Gitane her own story. Eve suddendly felt a hit in her heart, it started beating faster. No, not again .... Another seizure. Her hands started shaking. She hid her hand behind her back. She still had enough time before the whole seizures takes over her body so she decides to stay, waiting for her "sister's" reply. --

[Gitane Blesse]

--Gitane tossled her head slowly. She bit down on her lip, rumaging for words in her mind.The taste of blood touched against her tongue, sending another swirl of memories over her vision. A thick, closed door...A market place humming with life... Gitane clutched her head to either side of her hand as she curled into the fetal position, giving a muffled yelp. She rocked slowly back and forth, whimpering short phrases.

Gitane felt the light touch of a hand against her shoulder bone and twisted around, sending the being back sharply with a Force Push. After several moments the clouded vision of memories disolved from her view, allowing her sight of reality. She shifted her gaze around. puzzled by what she had hit. Her eyes fell upon the shadowed figure of a man behind her and she drew in a quick breath.--

"M-master..?"

[Eve Siren]

-- Eve shaked her head, staring at the ground. Her hands are shaking more violently. Right now, she can't do anything to help her friend. Her head started to shake. Damn those seizures ... She gasped for air. Better not let Gitane see her this way so she turned around and left silently, controlling her seizures, back to her room in the Sith's HQ. --

[Vega Van Derveld]

Glancing to Eve momentarily as she left, Vega returned his attention to Gitane. She didn't look well at all. Leaving suddenly from the bar, and now this. He knelt down on one knee beside her, holding her shoulder firmly with a gloved hand.

Gitane...?

[Gitane Blesse]

--Gitane shrank away from his touch for a moment, almost as if she were fearful of living contact. She shifted her gaze to meet Vega's eyes, her own holding a look of apology for her previous action. She let out a rather weak cry as visions of the life she once led again enveloped her sight. Her hand grasped against Vega's arm as her body droped backwards towards the ground.--

[Vega Van Derveld]

The Knight leant down towards Gitane, his eyes widening a little as she fell back to the ground. His breathing picking up pace a little as his mind ran over what could be wrong with his apprentice. He brought his free hand to hers, squeezing it tightly to try and get her attention more so.

Gitane...Gitane! Speak to me! What's wrong?!

[Gitane Blesse]

"Memories...So many...Too many..."

--Her voice fell too soft to make words out as she continued mumbling, tears making their way across her cheeks. She tightly shuts her eyes and pulled herself from the ground to sit up. Her strength felt to be only a dream as she found herself only able to cry for the images to go away.--

[Vega Van Derveld]

He wasn't sure how to react. As a friend or Master. Friend - comfort her and try to work out what was wrong. Master - Tell her to get a grip on herself.

What memories Gitane?

He gripped both her shoulders now, lowering his head to look into her tear filled eyes.

[Gitane Blesse]

--Gitane drew in a slow, staggering breath and shifted her view to the ground. How could she ever explain? She dragged her hand over her eyes with a quiet sigh and returned her gaze to her master.

"Memories of my former siblings, of my father...His countless temporary 'wives'...I could never explain the feelings I'm poisoned with from the memories..."

She again looked down at her hands, wiping her wet face rather weakly--

[Vega Van Derveld]

Vega shifted his position so that he was kneeling. Again, he lowered his head to catch her line of sight. He looked straight into her mind, attempting to calm her down by use of the force.

Gitane.. would you like me to get you back to HQ?

He still wasn't sure how to console Gitane. She seemed, infact, not incontrol of her emotions. These past memories, thought painful, would be useful in the future.

[Gitane Blesse]

--Gitane shook her head, sliding her eyes shut.

"No people... No voices... Just..silence..."

Her forehead fell lightly against his shoulder as she clutched his arms to keep from again collapsing. She murmured a quiet apology for her current state before falling silent, save only her tired, almost labored breathing.--

[Vega Van Derveld]

Angrily, he shook his head, deciding his course of action. He slipped his arms beneath her body and slowly, careful as not to distress her, lifted her into the air, holding her in his arms.

Shh.. he whispered, beginning to walk away from Rama's towards TSE HQ.