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Post by Ryoku on Oct 12, 2007 23:00:23 GMT -5
Ryoku pushed the door to her large room open, a seriously battered girl in her arm's, the gloom from the clouds made the room eerily dark, she preoccupied herself with placeng the girl on her bed, ignoreing the fact she was still bleeding, and extremly dirty. She walked over to her glass coffee table and clicked a lamp on, the dim light elluminateing the white room just enough to reveal small details of the things around, Ryoku gazed with her usuall tired gaze at the girl, shakeing her head she sighed, running her long fingers through her bloodied hair. "I need to get her into a shower... she needs to warm up before she gets phenomia.." Ryoku mummbled in her usual tired almost monotone voice, she turned grabbing one of her large black dress shirt from a box near her couch, and headed off to her bathroom and began adjusting the showers hot and cold.
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Post by Torn on Oct 12, 2007 23:21:28 GMT -5
Slowly, the injured girl regains consciousness. The first thing that she notices is the pain. The second thing is the fact that she's no longer laying on the hard, wet wood of the porch. Instead, the surface she's spread out on is soft and yielding. Stirring cautiously, she winces as her body protests the movement. Cracking her good eye open, she peers through a thick film of blood and gunk that had dried on her eyelashes. All she can see is a blurred whiteness. The pounding in her head increases at the brightness and she closes her eye again in a faint attempt the relieve herself of her headache.
She's soaked to the bone and she begins to shiver with the chill. At each shudder a splinter of her body's misery stabs into the base of her neck and echoes down her spine. Somewhere nearby, the sound of running water splashes in her ears.
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Post by Ryoku on Oct 14, 2007 2:46:09 GMT -5
Ryoku walked out of the bathroom, (incidentally the only room with walls, considering the design of her room) she left the tub to fill, and returned to the girl's side, she stared down with remorse, unsure as to how someone could end up this battered, but the shivers that racked the girls body made her act, there was no time to figure it out, she had to act. Leaning down she again gathered the girl up in her arm's being as gentle as she could, makeing sure to watch how she entered the doorway to the large blue walled bathroom. Ryoku leaned over sitting the girl down on the closed toilet, the effort succesfully smearing more of the girl's blood on her black slacks and casual men's dress shirt, she seemed to always wear on days she assumed she would have some semblence of a day off. Ryoku gently shook the girl's shoulder, hopeing to perhaps wake the girl long enough to either get the girl to undress herself.. or in a worse case senerio.. get conscent to undress her herself.
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Post by Torn on Oct 14, 2007 13:08:09 GMT -5
Water.... This is the first coherent thought that has entered her mind since she'd fallen into the inns door. Licking her dry lips, she focuses on the sound, trying to ignore her pain. The salty taste of blood greets her when she slips her tongue back into her mouth, only intensifying her thirst. She's so focused on the small things that she's unaware she's no longer alone. That is, until someone picks her up in their arms. A wave of dizziness sweeps through her at the sudden motion, but she stays still, not wanting to feel any more pain than she already does. Only her increased breathing gives away that she's no longer unconscious.
Then she's set down on a cool, smooth surface. Her back is pressed into the same hard material. Shivering uncontrollably, she feels the heat of the person nearby. That person seems to not want to let her be, because they begin to shake her. Another shot of pain lances through her and she gasps. Teeth chattering, she again forces her eye open. It takes a few seconds for her to focus, but when she does she sees a pale woman with even paler hair leaning over her. All around the woman is a blurred halo of blue. Skull throbbing in time with her rapid heartbeat, she stares blankly at the woman before her. Pain an confusion swirls in the slate orb and she finds the world beginning to spin. Yet still, she keeps her sight fixed on the lone figure; the only thing that seemed to be solid in this odd place of cold and agony.
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Post by Ryoku on Oct 14, 2007 14:54:52 GMT -5
Ryoku, stopped shakeing her knowing full well that it must be painfull, she kneeled, her head leveling with the girl who had opened her eye, she was concious then, so Ryoku spoke, emotionless but soft in it's tone. "Can you hear me?" Cybil leaned closer hopeing the girl may speak, but then it occured to her that she may be to wounded to, so she quickly came up with a way of communicating with the mystery girl. "If you can.. and you can't talk.. wiggle you'r finger." Ryoku pointed at the girl's left index finger, to indicate the one she ment.
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Post by Torn on Oct 14, 2007 16:10:17 GMT -5
Blinking slowly at the woman, it takes the injured girl a few seconds to process what she'd just said. Twitching her left index finger, she stares at the pale woman. W-who... where... how... why...? Questions begin and end abruptly in her mind, breaking into each other and confusing her even more. Closing her eye again, she tries to collect her thoughts, but every time she thinks she's got one, it slips away out of her reach. Leaning her head back all she knows it that she's cold, tired, and hurt all over. So tired.... just rest for a while. Again the blessed darkness of unconsciousness begins to slowly creep up to take hold of her.
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Post by Ryoku on Oct 16, 2007 3:17:30 GMT -5
The girl had responded with a single twitch of her finger, sparking hope in Ryoku, that the girl would be ok, but it seemed as soon as it happened, it faded quickly, Ryoku could see from the body language of the girl she was drifting again. Ryoku's hand went up and softly touched the girl's cheek, takeing the side of the girl's face in her palm she held it still trying to hold the girls head up from drooping as Ryoku began to speek again. "Hey, don't fall asleep." Ryoku's voice showed a hint of frustration but she still kept her usual tone. "I need you to undress, so you can get into the bath, if you don't you'r bodies temperature will drop to low, and you could possibly die from it." Ryoku, hurried the words that came from her mouth, her concern for the girl growing each minute she was near.
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Post by Torn on Oct 16, 2007 12:15:17 GMT -5
Another shock of pain rips through her. A shudder rattles her down to her bones and then a soft heat engulfs one side of her face. Snapping back away from the approaching darkness, she flickers her eye back open. Leaning rather close to her is the same pale woman. She's cupping the girl's face in her palm. The intensity in those ice blue eyes rivets her in place. The lady's tone of voice seems to have changed as well. For some reason, she feels an urgency in her hurried words. Wonder what's got her so worried..., she thinks absently. Her thoughts are in fragments and she can't seem to focus on anything in particular.
Then the other woman's words become clear and makes sense to her again. "I need you to undress...." Undress.....?, her own thoughts seem to echo in her mind. She lifts her good arm up and weakly begins to pluck at the filthy, ragged strips that cling to her; all that's left of her clothing. Frowning, she tries to take off the sleeve of her injured arm, but only succeeds in knocking into the limp limb. Fire ignites in her shoulder and spreads out down her arm and into her back. Taking in a sharp breathe, she stiffens on the closed toilet and knocks her head on the wall behind her. Lights dance in her eye and she brings her hand up to clutch at her head. Her breathing is ragged and a cold sweet has broken out. Her skin is now not only chill to the touch, but clammy as well. Bowed forward, head down, she sits trembling with pain and exhaustion. The large slash on her left leg, the wound on her forehead, and the other various cuts on her body still ooze blood.
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Post by Ryoku on Oct 16, 2007 23:56:19 GMT -5
Ryoku reluctantly released the girl's face.. fearing that disconnecting her hand would somehow make Ryoku loose her, but when the girl revived she backed off giving her space as she obbviously struggled with what was left of her clothing. RYoku faught the urge to help, but knew touching the poor girl in anyway just hurt her more, Ryoku jumped rigidly as the girl failed and struck her head on the wall behind her. "Thats it.. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to do this myself..." Ryoku stood and pulled out a thin metal object which she flicked, makeing the one end flip up fold and reveal a blade. "Don't be scared, I'm just going to cut the rest of those clothes off. It needs to be done, and there seems to be no way that fully removeing them without further injury is possible." Ryoku leaned foreward towards the girl after speaking, the sentence expelled from her lips was like a monologue, flat and almost rehearsed, the eye contact she held throughout was broken during this sentence. She knew this was the only way, but wanted to get it over with while the girl was awake, for the sake of common decency. Besides the tub had automaitaclly shut off long ago, and the water would likely get cold soon.
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Post by Torn on Oct 17, 2007 1:42:44 GMT -5
Opening her tear filled eye, the girl lifts her head and spots the knife. Eye widening, she stares at the glittering blade as if mesmerized by it. In fact, she seems to go into a trance, her one good eye tracking the movement of the steel object. She vaguely hears the other's words, but doesn't take on what's being said. Her skull pounding a throbbing rhythm into her brain, all her thoughts are frozen. Only the blade captivates her attention.
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Post by Ryoku on Oct 17, 2007 2:41:02 GMT -5
Ryoku kneleed completly on the ground in front of the girl and raised the sharp blade to the girls shirt leeve, she began cutting painfully slow, going along the hem, summoning with all of her strength, a steady hand, and the most gentle touch she could perform. 'She didn't want to hurt her anymore than she was already. "I'll go slow... so I won't hurt you, or cut you... " Ryoku looked up and straight into the glittering eye of the girl, and spoke again "....trust me..." she continued slowly, reaching the raggedy hems of the shirt's side.
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Post by Torn on Oct 17, 2007 9:39:32 GMT -5
Still watching the blade, the injured girl observes it slicing through the filthy material. So easy.... Suddenly, a blinding pain explodes in her head. Curling up on the toilet, she clutches at her skull. Eye wide open, she can't see anything and even her breathe is stilled in her lungs. An image flickers through her mind's eye.
It's dark all around and what little light there is comes from the distant moon shining through the filmy, cracked glass windows high above. A lone figure stands in what seems to be a warehouse, head bowed, breathing ragged. In the left hand is clutched a gleaming dagger. It drips all the way down to its hilt with a sticky, red fluid. All around the heavily shadowed person are bodies. They lie there, unmoving and twisted into odd positions. Deep, mocking laughter fills the air around the armed person. It's clearly male and just as clearly he's enjoying what he sees. The grip on the hilt tightens and the figure gets ready for him to appear.
Just as swiftly, the pain disappears, taking with it the scene that had just played. Slowly rising her head from her knees, the injured girl stares dazedly about. The only pain she feels are the usual ones. Except... Glancing down, the knife that the pale woman is holding has nicked her side. A slow trickle of fresh blood wends it's way through the grim on her skin. When she'd jerked away, it had not only torn her shirt down most of the way, but had grazed her skin as well. It's not a deep cut, in fact it's about as bad as a simple cat scratch. Glancing up, she stares at the woman before her, the questioning look not accusing, only confused. She doesn't recall anything between the words "...trust me...." and the new cut.
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Post by Ryoku on Oct 18, 2007 16:42:13 GMT -5
Ryoku, tried to pull the knife away but the girl had jolted so quickly she didn't even have time to think, the girl was now partially naked from the shirt almost being ripped off due to her moveing, if Ryoku hadn't looked in the general place the knife was, she most likely wouldn't of seen it, but a new small trickle of blood had formed. "I'm.. so sorry." Ryoku, rubbed her head ruffly, exasperated, the girl seemed to be prone to injury, and Ryoku's attempts to help just seemed to be makeing it worse, but she wasn't going to give up... not yet, she wasn't going to have another death haunt this Inn again.. not on her watch. Ryoku reached out, a new burst of determination, she removed the rest of the shirt, and started on the girls pants, all the while, concentrateing on the slowness that she cut, along with the lines of the fabric, for decencies sake she simply ignored the nakedness of the girl, and aspects of her body, being more concerned about getting her in the water.
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Post by Torn on Oct 18, 2007 21:53:08 GMT -5
Sitting slumped on the toilet seat, the injured girl barely stirs as the pale woman removes the rest of her shirt and then moves on to her pants. Her left pant leg is mostly gone, the slash in her leg lending one an idea of what had happened to it. The right pant leg, the one the lady's working on, is so torn up that it's a wonder that the leg beneath it doesn't also have a large wound in it. Her feet are bare, she hadn't been wearing any type of footwear when she'd stumbled upon the inn.
Goosebumps race up and down her body as her skin is left bare to the cool bathroom air. Her shivering increases and she clenches her jaw to keep herself from biting her tongue. The hand of her only working arm clutches desperately to the lid of the toilet; the grip so strong her knuckles turn white. Her head feels like someone's placed bricks on it and her headache has only worsened after her moment of non-memory. It droops down into her chest, chin barely brushing against the skin. She's panting and every time she exhales a sharp pain in her side pricks her. Her good eye narrows into a slit and she tries to focus on the pale woman's actions, but even her outline is blurred. The room and all it's sounds keep fading in and out as she fights to keep conscious. She knows instinctively that to fall asleep in the condition she's in is to court death.
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Post by Ryoku on Oct 21, 2007 3:10:48 GMT -5
Ryoku breathed heavily, her ragged breaths she took in a mix of nervousness, and a completly seperate feeling, that she wasn't to sure if it was due to the steam of the bathroom, or the fact the girl was now (as she cut the last of the clothing away, includeing the intemate peices, resulting in makeing Ryoku worry just a little about how the girl would react, unsure if the girl was concious enough to know her gender) naked, she couldn't help but mentally flinch with the sight of the huge gash on her leg, and she new for sure that a few water refills of the bath was going to be nedded to reveal anything resembeling a human, considering all the mud and blood the girl was covered in, almost made it look like she had a thin body suit on. She noticed, as she stood, the girl begin to droop again, typical signs as she had learned that the girl was fadeing again, Ryoku mustered up the gall again to collect the girl gently in her arms, the continous contact she had been haveing with this girl was really starting to make her twitch, the feeling of someone elses skin other than her own, a foerign thought to her. Ryoku stepped up to the bath and leaned down sitting the girl on the edge, while holding the girls back with her left hand. "I'm putting you in the bath now..." Ryoku muttered quietly, as she took the girl's dirt encrusted hand within her own right hand, and dipped it softly in the warm water, to show she was beside the tub.
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