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Where is My Mind?; B116 Start
Topic Started: Aug 10 2010, 02:24 PM (6,022 Views)
Ruggahissy
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((Just sneakin' in here. ))

Sally walked over to the door, ignoring the other girl’s plea and leaned into the door frame. Inside she saw the girl from before clutching her eye and mumbling.

The other girl ran right past here and out of the cottage again. Her shoes clacked noisily against the wooden floor as she approached the other girl. She knelt down next to her and put her violin and bow down, but kept her pack on her shoulder.

“Goodness, look at you,” she said in her most sympathetic tone.

She looked over her shoulder to see if the other girl had returned. Seeing no one for the moment she put a hand up to the uninjured side of the girl’s face and peered up at her from below.

“Shhh, try to calm down a little. It's not going to be good for your injury. Where’s your bag?” she asked looking around the cabin as obviously as she could.

“I’ll get your kit out and we’ll see what we can do about that eye....”

Or lack of one.

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Brackie
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So this must be it, huh?

((Clio Gabriella continued from A Solitude That Asks Nothing In Return))

Clio had been a bit of a wanderer for a while, not seeing many students or sign of mankind until she found this vast exapansive estate of land that was the Masion. She'd seen Ferris Wheels, a fun fair, and even a small house off in the distance, all around the mansion.

But no Ivan. Or Brendan. Or Etain. That was a good sign she supposed.

She took this long walk as an opportunity to reload, relax, and regain composure. She was shaken from the punch, her jaw throbbing and spurting blood out of her mouth every few minutes. She had to spit upon the ground every so often as to not drown in her own blood. She needed to rest, and so...she found this small hut.

There seemed to be a commotion when she arrived. A lot of shouting voices, and screams. She wasn't sure what was happening, so instead of going inside, she stayed well out of view of the door, and slunk her way around the west of the cabin.

Spitting again on the ground silently, she put her wits about her and tried to listen to what was going on inside, from against her own little wall.
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I can't sing but I wrote you a song

Wrong notes but the melody's so clear

When I'm lost, I'm still close to gold

cause I found my treasure in you
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Super Llama
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Got it.

Her hands were still shaking, but she had a hold on the first aid kit as she hurried back inside, to the one-eyed girl, who understandably didn't look happy in the slightest about her situation.

What was she supposed to do? She scoured her brain for all the first aid knowledge that she could, dropping the first aid kit on the nearest flat surface and opening it. Okay, first she had to...had to...stop the bleeding! Yeah, that was the first thing to do. But with that? She'd need something to press against the wound until the blood stopped, but she neglected to bring anything that she could use, and her hands wouldn't really do the trick. But time was of the essence, and she couldn't waste any going back to get something for that.

...

To hell with it. Petrushka reached down and pulled off her shirt. Not really the most sanitary option to use an already-worn shirt, but it was the best option available. Moving over to Charlotte, she was unfortunate enough to get an even better look at the damage done amongst all the blood, the torn up eyeball still sitting in its socket being the best part.

"P...p-please hold still." Petrushka said, fighting the bile at the back of her throat as she leaned in, the thought that she didn't even know where to stop the bleeding having yet to occur to her.
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V5 hopefuls:
Hiro Fukuyama: "N-n-no, I-I'm not scared."
Lucy Rosenberg: "If you're looking for friends, I don't think I can help you with that."
Angus McDonald: "To hell with you! If anyone here deserves to live, it's me!"


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banthesun
 
She wanted those horrible metal balls to stop banging against her legs

ZombiexCreame
 
But would Celeste even want help from a guy that whips out his pistol without a second thought?
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Ruggahissy
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Sally was getting rather annoyed that all Charlotte seemed to want to do was mumble about revenge and clutch her bleeding head wound. She huffed and stood up.

If she of the Russian had a good weapon then they'd probably have it out by now anyway. This is just a swaste of my times now.

She stood, dropping any pretense of helpfulness. She took up her violin, bow and bag an started out the door. Sally pushed roughly past the girl with the first aid kit and leaned against the door frame, taking one last look at the girls.

"Poor little Charlotte. It's too bad you're a dyke. I bet you'd be really popular with the boys now that you've got that extra hole in your face. But it's not all bad. Let me play you a sad song on the world's most average sized violin," she said, drawing the bow across the strings and producing a scratchy note.

With that she left the cabin and continued on.

(Sally continued in Out of the Darkness and Into the Light)
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Stark
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"...I'llkillhimI'llkillhimI'llkillhimI'llkillhimI'llkillhimI'llkillhimI'llkillhimI'llkillhimI'llkillhimI'llkillhimI'llkillhim..."

The pain was the only thing that kept the raging beast Charlotte had become from truly going berserk and killing everyone in the cabin with her bare hands. The pain, the blood, the filthy turtleneck held up next to her face -

Wait. Had that been there earlier?

"P...p-please hold still..."

Something in that voice brought Charlotte back down to earth. The gentleness of it, the way it trembled with fear, humanized her. It reminded her of what she fought for, like the passing glimpse of Owen and Bobby that had cost her an eye mere moments ago. It reminded her what she needed to protect.

Charlotte was Charlotte again.

The trouble was, the pain continued to be the pain. She'd taken her share of hits in her life, of course. Suffered plenty of cuts, and fought through them. It came with the territory. She lost a molar in a tournament last year, in a fight she ultimately won by knockout later in the same round. She broke her nose in another fight, one of her mere three defeats, though even then she went the distance and only lost by a split decision. This was another animal entirely. She wasn't going anywhere until the bleeding stopped. Still, whether she was fighting or going about her day to day business, one thing remained constant: Charlotte was stubborn. She could tough this out if she tried. She had to. Her family was waiting back home.

She clutched her wounded eye before the rag was applied. "W-wait a sec, you don't have anything more sterile?" If anything, she knew a thing or two about first aid from having her own wounds treated, though her knowledge was decidedly limited. "If this gets infected, I... could..."

Charlotte opened her good eye, getting her first look at the source of the voice. Her guardian angel. Her beautiful, topless guardian angel.

"...Actually, stop the bleeding first. I'll just wash it later."

Textbook Charlotte, always one to see the bright side of things.

"Poor little Charlotte. It's too bad you're a dyke. I bet you'd be really popular with the boys now that you've got that extra hole in your face. But it's not all bad. Let me play you a sad song on the world's most average sized violin."

Fortunately, she didn't have it in her to go on another adrenaline kick and follow after Sally. Really, people, twice in five minutes with the D-bombs? It's freaking 2008, for heaven's sake.

She let out a bemused sigh. "Man. Some people..."
<Mimi>: You are much nicer than I thought you'd be!
<Stark>: Shut up, fatty.
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Everything changed so quickly. Owen had run out after him, and Philip had chased off after. Bobby was seemingly forgotten in the confusion. And now that the immediate threat was gone, he knew he couldn’t just leave Charlotte behind. Not after what she had done for him. He found himself heading back to the shack.

As he got back, he saw Sally leaving. Was Charlotte even still inside? He had to find out. Half dreading what he was going to see, he went to the door. Charlotte was lying, a pool of blood round her. And Petrushka was stood over her, her top off trying to stop the bleeding.

"Wow." He kicked himself mentally. The girl had obviously been seriously wounded, and that was all he could say. "Charlotte, Petrushka, can I help here? I owe you one, big time. Philip's gone, and I don't know where Owen is. I think we should move, in case he comes back to try and kill you for real. Can... can you stand?"
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Robert A Barron Onward Christian Soldier - The Groundskeeper's Hut - Goind Round In Circles
Quincy Jones Henchman for Hire - The Mountain - Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows... KILLS=1
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Theo 'Teddy' Behr Lost in his own Head - Lost No More
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Brackie
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Clio waited. And waited some more. She needed to be patient, wait out her turn. If she went in there, gun-ablazing, she didn't know what she was likely to face. A grenade launcher? A sword? A sword with a gun on it?

No, that would be stupid.

Still trying her best to remain stealthy, she started to move anti-clockwise around the small hut, looking for a way to see what was happening. There had to be a window, or an extra door, or something. Her eyes scanned each wall, and as she started to move around towards the north side of the hut, she found....

Bingo! A crack, possibly from negligence or bad weather, was striking it's way down the wall. She could see inside the hut now, and plan herself accordingly. Actually, there was a lot of things she would need to plan accordingly to the amount of people in the hut. She knew there were, so...would she wait to see if more than one person would remain?

Sliding over to the crack, almost tripping over a stray root in the ground, she watched the small group of people inside. One of them was.....Bobby?

The grip on her small gun started to loosen.

Bobby...I know you...I can't...can I?
Yes you can.
But...he's nice, isn't he? He's in GODspeed with me, I've spoken to him, and he wouldn't kill anyone! Not even...
You? Do you reckon every single person in that group would follow the Bible to every fucking line? This stuff wasn't meant for the bible kids, darling. It was meant for old religious farts in a country that was too cheap to adhere to old Italy's laws. They can preach all they want, but when it comes down to it, do you really think that not one of those Bible-head back in Gods old fan group would break that one little commandment just to see their parents again?
...Yes. It's what....it's what I would do.
And you've already shown that you're not like the rest of them. Chris, Allen, Brendan, Ivan, that girl, and the Irish guy all know that no-
STOP IT! WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?
Well, what do you want? To live, or to die?
STOP IT!!!!!


Her brain racked with voice after voice after voice, telling her and pleading with her, Clio started to tear up again. Not from fear, but from pain. These voices....this wasn't her! She just wanted to go home again! She...she had to not care about anyone else! This was herself she was looking out for! What made them more important than her? She had every bit of right to want to live that they did!

But nothing more than these tears showed, as she watched from her own little crack, at the scene unfolding inside. Someone had left. Bobby, a Russian girl, and a girl on the ground were all that were left.

No, she wouldn't kill Bobby, no matter what those voices said.

At least not yet. Not today.
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When I'm lost, I'm still close to gold

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((GMing approved by Killer_Moth))

"Can you stand?"

"Ah, yeah, I think so."

Bobby reached down to help Charlotte up, slinging her arm over his shoulder to support her weight. The bleeding had slowed to a crawl with Petrushka's help, but the blood loss had left her a bit woozy, and the vision in her good eye started to blur as she rose to her feet. Heh, what, did you just stick behind in the shadows or something? I thought I told you to run for it. It might not have been smart on Bobby's part to stay, but damned if she wasn't glad he did. "I saw an infirmary on the map earlier. It shouldn't be far, it's just north of here. Might be somethin' there we can use." She turned to the other girl. "Petrushka, right? Do me a favor and see if you can grab my bag. We should get a head start, so we'll meet back up there, alright?"

With that, Charlotte stumbled off toward the infirmary with Bobby's assistance. She gave Petrushka a parting smile as the two departed. "We'll see you in a few."

((Charlotte Cave and Robert Barron continued in Filling Perscriptions))
<Mimi>: You are much nicer than I thought you'd be!
<Stark>: Shut up, fatty.
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Indecision and doubt plagued Petrushka's mind as she approached the one-eyed girl, her hands trembling as the realization came that if she didn't do this right, this girl could die, and it would be her fault. This, of course, did absolutely to help the situation. But still, at least the girl she followed here was still present, and with her help, maybe she could pull this off.

...and then the girl in question acted like a total bitch and ran off.

"ебена мать!" Petrushka cursed as she found herself facing this dilemma by herself, on the verge of tears as the pressure just kept piling up on top of her, higher and higher, until it felt like it would crush her. She wanted nothing more at this moment to just curl up into a ball and escape from reality, escape from this living hell she was in, and hopefully somebody else would come along and take this burden off her hands.

But that wasn't going to happen. This was her dilemma to face, and she was just going to have to power through it. Swallowing hard, she reached out with the shirt, trying to steady her hands as best she could. "P-please hold still..." She said, her voice quivering as she applied the shirt to the wound, pressing down. Soon, the spot began to turn red, the redness spreading, and panic began to well up again. Wasn't this supposed to work? Was she doing it wrong? This wasn't fair! She didn't have any proper medical training, but she had to deal with something like this!

Fortunately, she noticed that the red spot started to spread a lot more slowly, and then finally stopped altogether. Did she do it? Taking a deep breath, she pulled the shirt back and noticed that the one-eyed girl's bleeding had slowed greatly. It was working. Maybe if she kept it up a while longer...

But then she heard a voice behind her, and wheeled around to see one of the boys who had ran from the hut, and apparently returned to lend a hand. Petrushka suddenly realized that she'd been holding her breath, and wasn't even sure how long she'd done it. She let it go in a loud gasp, panting as all the fear and tension and such that she'd just crammed into a corner to deal with the situation at hand just exploded outward. She began to tremble again, tears pouring down her face as she fell back into a sitting position, letting the boy take over.

The anxiety quickly gave way to exhaustion. She felt like she should feel proud, or at least happy that she helped save someone's live, but instead she just felt dead tired. She wasn't sure if she could keep going like this. It had only been one day, and already she'd run into two players, witnessed someone die right in front of her, and had to save somebody else from joining that list. And it was bound to get even worse from here as the game really picked up. She was so exhausted she didn't even realize that she should probably be at least a bit embarrassed that the boy had caught her with her shirt off (or that she should apparently feel the same about the one-eyed girl.)

As the boy picked up the one-eyed girl, they apparently agreed to go off to some infirmary that was apparently on the island, and the one-eyed girl wanted her to carry her bag for her. Petrushka knew she should agree and follow after (safety in numbers, right?) But first she just wanted to sit and rest for a bit. She'd have to go back and get her own pack, too, as it had a fresh change of clothes, and walking around wearing a bloodstained shirt probably wasn't really going to endear her to anyone else she ran across.

"O...okay..." She said as she others took off. She just needed to rest...just for a little bit longer.
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Enough expository banter! Now we fight like men! And ladies! And ladies who dress like men! For Gilgamesh...it is MORPHIN' TIME!

V5 hopefuls:
Hiro Fukuyama: "N-n-no, I-I'm not scared."
Lucy Rosenberg: "If you're looking for friends, I don't think I can help you with that."
Angus McDonald: "To hell with you! If anyone here deserves to live, it's me!"


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banthesun
 
She wanted those horrible metal balls to stop banging against her legs

ZombiexCreame
 
But would Celeste even want help from a guy that whips out his pistol without a second thought?
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Brackie
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The situation seemed to be dissolving quickly. Whatever happened to the girl, which Clio could not see at all from her angle, seemed to be stopping. The girl on the ground....she was getting up now, with Bobby.

Well that's a relief. It makes my job...wait, my job? What am I thin-my job just that little bit easier, doesn''t it?

That was because the other girl had stayed behind. While the wounded girl and Bobby had left, the Russian girl, now holding a bloody shirt in her hand, had stayed behind, sitting down...and blocking Clio's view through the crack.

Time to move in.

She continued making her way clockwise around the cabin, and stopped at the east side to see Bobby and the girl, who's blood must now be on that shirt, leave. After a bit, it was hard to see them, and Clio began to move again.

That was, until her foot decided to screw up on her and hit a discarded plant pot on the ground.

The pot connected with her foot, and a crack resonated throughout the area. It wasn't her foot, hell if it was she wouldn't be standing right now, but it still hurt like hell. Close to yelling, but not as to not give away her prescence, she silently mouthed a scream, and clutched her foot in pain, hopping up and down in place like some strange 70's dancer.

ShitshitshitshitshitSHIT! Jesus Christ that....what the hell!?

In frustration, looking around for the source of the pain shooting around. In the ground, half-submerged, was the devious plant pot. In frustration with the whole, Clio ripped it out of the ground with her free hand, which was now no longer clutching her poor throbbing foot, and smashed it against the wall.

Well, there goes the element of surprise. Time to say hi.

In a frantic race to the front door, gun in hands, painful foot offsetting her balance, she made her way to the door and held her James Bond gun, barrel aimed right at the girl sitting in the small room.

"Hello there."

"Bag, weapon, you probably know the drill already."
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When I'm lost, I'm still close to gold

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