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Post by Drizzletail on Jun 15, 2019 16:58:53 GMT -5
(Sounds good to me!)
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Amelia did her best not to laugh when she examined at his painting and seeing the look of hope of approval on his face. "It truly isn't bad," she commented, "it's a nice first attempt. Practice will only make it better!"
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Post by π―ππΎππππΉπ½ππΆππ β on Jun 15, 2019 17:22:50 GMT -5
She looked down at him, staring at him in disbelief, "Are you serious? You need an actual doctor these wounds are serious and you're blood isn't clotting your wounds, so you're basically bleeding out." She said almost lecturing him as she ran back to the car and ripped up some of her old shirts and then ran back to him, and pressing them onto his wounds, "Put pressure on those, and hopefully, your blood will start to clot, and you'll stop bleeding out." She said as she began to pace trying to decide on what to do.
Finally, she stopped pacing after a few moments, thinking about what he had told her. 'I just don't want to be the reason he doesn't make it. I'll be responsible.. What if this so-called doctor is a sham doctor. What if he dies, how would I live with myself..'She sighed and looked down at him, this was a human life in her hands and she just wanted to make sure that he survived this. He was in such bad condition though. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair before saying, "Are you sure your friend is capable of caring for you?" Kneeling down beside him, using the spare piece of fabric she had to wipe his forehead and face off from all the sweat and grime that had accumulated from when he fell down. "What's the number?"She asked hastily realizing she couldn't waste anymore time.
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"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 15, 2019 19:02:41 GMT -5
(Should I start this one as well?)
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"You flatter me, but it's garbage," Charles responded with a chuckle. "I don't know whether we should take this back with us, or bury it here so it never has to be seen again."
All very good points. Had he not been so light headed, Dallas might have laughed. Yet right now, everything was kind of a fever dream quality to it, and it was all he could do not to go to sleep. He was only partly aware when the woman pressed something against his shoulder, hissing in pain. "Yes," he muttered in response to her question. "Military trained... He's seen worse wounds than this. Been patching me up for years..."
He wasn't able to keep himself propped up anymore. to save his energy, Dallas let himself fall back onto the ground, which might not have been the smartest thing. There was a moment of silence as he racked his brain for Matthias's number. He knew it by heart, but it was hard to bring the numbers into focus. Eventually, he was able to repeat them to the woman, and give her his name. Of course, Matthias wasn't the doctor, but he would be able to get him and bring him. Hopefully, they wouldn't take terribly long. The ground just got much more comfortable.
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Post by π―ππΎππππΉπ½ππΆππ β on Jun 15, 2019 19:13:26 GMT -5
[Hey so I have work in like an hour, but covering a short 3 hour shift so I'll be home after that around 9ish my time. ]
"Well, he better keep you alive then!" She muttered as she watched him fall back onto the ground as she waited for him to tell her the doctors phone number. She dialed the numbers carefully as the words spilled from his mouth. "I'll be right back, I need to have service to make this call." She shouted back towards Dallas as she began jogging down the road towards the small meadow she had seen on her way there. Once she got there, she slowed down into a walk, as she held her phone out and walked in every which way to try and get a signal, until finally, she got one. "Ahah!" She exclaimed and pressed the green call button on her iPhone.
She listened to the trill of the phone ringing in her ear, as she waited desperately hoping someone would pick up the phone and come help her. As she waited for someone to pick up she couldn't help but let her mind wander back to Dallas, praying he was still breathing and okay, or that even someone driving down the road might have seen him and stopped.
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Post by π―ππΎππππΉπ½ππΆππ β on Jun 15, 2019 19:35:18 GMT -5
A wave of relief washed over Adelaide as she heard the deep voice on the other end of the call. "Hello? Hello.. My name is Adelaide and I think I found your friend? H-h-he's really badly injured I think he got attacked by a wolf or something? He's not doing so good, I-i-i tried to stop the bleeding but it w-won't stop!"She managed to finally get out, stuttering over herself because she was speaking so fast. "He said you're his doctor, Were located on the main road leading up the mountain into Blythewood, you'll see a black pulled over on the side of the road!" She said quickly, trying to get every bit of information in before her call failed and disconnected the two of them.
As soon as she finished her last sentence the other of the end was quiet, no response. The call had failedShe groaned, and placed her phone back in her pocket and made her way back towards her car and Dallas, rushing back to him. As soon as she reached him, she immediately kneeled down and began applying pressure back onto his wounds with the now bloody shirt scraps. 'Crap..'She thought, and without thinking slipped off her cardigan and revealed the plain black shirt that was once hidden underneath. She then wrapped her cardigan around his shoulder and arm wound. "Hopefully I'm not hurting you but I'm just trying to stop the bleeding.."She mumbled before adding, "I got ahold of your doctor and told him where we were, hopefully, he'll be here soon.."
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Post by β§β½ α΄
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ on Jun 15, 2019 20:31:04 GMT -5
Seth sighed. "That's because I was still very much against it. I wasn't ready to talk about what you saw, so I did what I usually do and avoided it." He looked at her directly for the first time since he'd originally spotted her. "But I am now, if you want to discuss it. Just..." He glanced at his family. "Not here." He wasn't sure if she wanted to talk about it at all, but he felt a little better about the whole thing now that he'd given her the opportunity.
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 15, 2019 20:58:38 GMT -5
( Okay, so since neither of us know what we're talking about when it comes to the chemistry side of things, let's just omit it and let Casey and Lane be the pros lol. Shall we skip to the end of class? Do they share any more classes together? Would there be any more interaction between them? Maybe we could rp a phone or text conversation. )
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 15, 2019 21:13:54 GMT -5
The call was a bad one, that was for sure. Cell service was spotty on a good day, which was one of the reason they lived where they did. However, in times like this, he wished that the coverage was a little better. Matthias instant felt dread chill his blood when the woman explained that she had found his friend. The man had few friends in town who knew his number. Only one person would have called him first before calling an actual ambulance if they were injured. He listened as closely as he could, just barely making out their location before the signal had been lost completely. Cursing and growling loudly, he shouted for Stitch, not caring if some of the household might still be asleep. They had to get going or Dallas would be in serious trouble.
Dallas, meanwhile, had let his eyes fall close once more. The sharp pain of his rescuer putting more pressure onto his wound roused him again. "Do what you need to..." he muttered, his speech slurred and slow. "Stitch won't be so kind when he gets here..."
Anya was silent for a moment. It needed to be discussed, that much was for certain. However, like with everything else, she was afraid what might happen if they did. How much of her opinion of him would change if he told her things she didn't want to hear? Her image of him, though it was dangling by a thread as it was, still remained the same smiling man that showed her his dragon of arrows, who laughed wildly jumping from Corrik's back onto Stel's, who spoke so passionately of his drawings. All of that contradicted the image of him standing over the lifeless body of his mission's target. "Then perhaps we should wait and discuss it back at the House," she suggested. Like him, the woman didn't believe now was a good time to start such a conversation.
(Skipping is good. I don't know if we had them in more classes, but I think the end of the day will offer more freedom with interactions. Perhaps a third party could get involved? I feel like that's the only way Casey's going to talk with him if there's a mutual mediator forcing her too, lol. What do you think?)
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 15, 2019 21:17:47 GMT -5
( I agree. At this point, I see them just finishing their projects and then continuing on their separate ways, without any chance for confrontation. They need an extra force pushing them to interact. Who is this mutual mediator gonna be, though? Casey's parents? Waitβ that could work. What are your thoughts? )
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 15, 2019 21:57:44 GMT -5
( Sounds good! Do you mind writing the starter? I'm logging off and going to sleep now. EDIT: Can't sleep, so here's the starter. )
"Hello. I'm going to the library to work on that chemistry project again. Hm? Oh, just classmates. I'll be fine. I'll come home before dinner. Mhm, thank you. Bye."
Lane hung up his cellphone and placed it in his pocket. Due to needing extra data and not having that time in class to run more trials, the two of them were forced to gather data at each other's homesβwell, just Casey's home. Lane had gently pushed for them to meet at Casey's place, but if Casey had objected then he would have been more adamant about his stance. Ultimately, the girl's parents had just invited him over, having somehow heard about Lane being their daughter's project partner.
Things were still awkward between the two of them. Having had much experience with orchestrated responses and pretend conversation, Lane could instantly see through Casey's act. Not like it really mattered, though.
"Okay... If everything's going to plan, she should be waiting for me by the school entrance..." he muttered aloud. Lane patted a hand over his school bag, double checking if all his belongings were inside before heading to where he expected to see Casey.
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Post by Drizzletail on Jun 15, 2019 22:06:06 GMT -5
(Should I start this one as well?)
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"You flatter me, but it's garbage," Charles responded with a chuckle. "I don't know whether we should take this back with us, or bury it here so it never has to be seen again." (That would be magnificent, I have no clue where to start besides waking up lol) --- "It's not complete garbage," Amelia smiled, "it's still artistic. It's just a different take on this flower." She gestured toward the flower they had been painting.
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Post by π―ππΎππππΉπ½ππΆππ β on Jun 15, 2019 22:20:55 GMT -5
Adelaide winced as she watched him in pain, she didnβt usually do this well with blood. Especially if it was not her own, but she was doing remarkably well. βIβll be more gentle, Iβm sorry.β She murmured as she gently wiped away the drying blood near his wounds βYouβre gonna be okay, theyβll be here soon..β she continued to murmur to him, as she gently pushed the pieces of fabric onto his wounds. "I really hope they were able to make out what I was saying..The call failed as soon as I stopped talking unfortunately.."She said softly, her forehead furrowed with worry.
She shook her head slightly, pushing away the negative thoughts she had about the possibility that the person on the other line may not have heard her at all, she let out a soft sigh, " Let me go get you some water, we need to keep you up so you donβt pass out and lose consciousness. That would not be could, and well, could be fatal. β She said as she pushed herself up from the ground and ran over to her car letting her dog out, and pouring a bowl of water for the dog and bringing the rest to Dallas, βHey here, take this and drink some please.β She said softly to him as she kneeled back down
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Post by β§β½ α΄
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ on Jun 16, 2019 0:18:20 GMT -5
Seth flinched slightly and shook his head. "No, not there. It's not safe, for either of us, to discuss such things there." Genevieve was there, and Silas, and her multitude of minions and spies. He couldn't risk it getting back to her that he'd told Anya anything. He was quiet a moment, thinking about secure places to talk. Finally, he said, "My waterfall. Will you go with me there? Or... meet me there, if you prefer?"
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 16, 2019 21:03:35 GMT -5
She knew eventually they would have to meet up at one another's houses to work. Casey just wished it had happened before she decided to confront Lane about his dismissal of her. When the project started, she thought it might no be too terrible to work with him. Now, she really just didn't want to have to deal with him. It didn't help either that her parents were all but begging for her to invite him to their house again. From all sides, there were people pressing her to take the project home with her. And since there wasn't a good reason for her to say no, other than her own hurt feelings, she had given in.
Knowing the boy knew how to find her, Casey hadn't bothered to stop and wait for him within the crowded hallway. The two used to have a habit of waiting for the other outside the front door, and that was what she was going to do now. Sooner or later, he would be leaving the building, and she would be there when he did. The girl leaned against the brick wall, letting her head rest back on the rough surface. She didn't get to stay there long, however, as a couple of her friends that passed by stopped to talk with her. Welcoming the distraction, Casey chatted with them while she waited.
(Haha, okay.)
Life at the Pack's household started like any other day. The only difference being that most of the members had been informed of their guest. Hopefully, that would keep most of them civil and welcoming until the girl had her mode of transportation back and running. In the kitchen, Matthias, Stitch, and one of the women were starting breakfast. Stitch sat at the table, while the woman and Matthias worked on making a meal big enough to feed everyone. It helped that not everyone woke up at the same time. It gave some more time to fix more food if they ran out. The time was 8:30 in the morning, and they were planning on letting their visitor sleep in a little bit before going to see how she was doing. When breakfast was fully cooked, the woman left the two males to go find her. There was only one room in which she would have been placed, so she went straight to it and knocked on the door gently.
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"Then you would be more than willing to put your name on this of so wonderful piece of art and claim it as your own?" Charles asked with a teasing smirk. "If so, you're more than welcome to take the credit for it."
"They'll be here," Dallas muttered. That he was sure of. Now that Matthias had been informed, if only partially, he knew that his Alpha would reach him to make everything alright. That was part of his job, after all, bailing everyone out of trouble and setting them all straight. The boy would be in for a lecture later, but right now, he could deal with it so long as he survived that long.
At the mention of water, Dallas could have cried out in joy. He was beyond parched, and the thought of even a little comfort was welcomed. He tried to focus on the girl as she got up to go fetch the refreshment. From his position, he couldn't see her as she tended to her dog first before returning to him. He lifted his good hand to take the bottle of water from her, shaking in the effort.
Anya would have argued that her rooms at the House were safe, but then decided against it. Questioning his level of paranoia wasn't something she wanted to get into right now either. So she simply nodded. "That'll be fine. However, I'm sure Corrik will not be attempting to enter the caves. I don't think I could talk him into such a crazy stunt. So I hope you'll be fine with staying dry this time around."
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Post by π―ππΎππππΉπ½ππΆππ β on Jun 16, 2019 21:54:20 GMT -5
She looked down at Dallas as he muttered to her, she frowned slightly, "I hope you're right.."She said quietly all the while thinking to herself, 'These people need to get here, and get here fast. Or he might not make it..' She pushed away the negative thoughts shaking her head. She knew she was doing the very best she could for him currently, given their circumstances. There wasn't really much more she could do for him, other than just wait with him for his people to arrive.
"Let me help you.." She said as she watched his hand shakily reach to grab the bottle. she had tried to give him. She neared the mouth of the bottle to his lips and tipped it up slightly, but not too much, not wanting to spill it on him. He was obviously parched, which wasn't a very good sign. She needed to keep him hydrated as much as possible. It was around noon, the sun was at it's highest peak and was shining down on them. The once warm and soothing rays now flaring upon them.
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Post by β§β½ α΄
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ on Jun 16, 2019 22:41:31 GMT -5
"That's fine; there's another way in that doesn't involve flying into a waterfall." Seth wanted to say more, but by then, the band was set up and the guests were within earshot again. So he changed the subject. "How has your training been going? Make any progress on your magic?"
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Post by Drizzletail on Jun 16, 2019 22:43:41 GMT -5
(Haha, okay.)
Life at the Pack's household started like any other day. The only difference being that most of the members had been informed of their guest. Hopefully, that would keep most of them civil and welcoming until the girl had her mode of transportation back and running. In the kitchen, Matthias, Stitch, and one of the women were starting breakfast. Stitch sat at the table, while the woman and Matthias worked on making a meal big enough to feed everyone. It helped that not everyone woke up at the same time. It gave some more time to fix more food if they ran out. The time was 8:30 in the morning, and they were planning on letting their visitor sleep in a little bit before going to see how she was doing. When breakfast was fully cooked, the woman left the two males to go find her. There was only one room in which she would have been placed, so she went straight to it and knocked on the door gently.
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"Then you would be more than willing to put your name on this of so wonderful piece of art and claim it as your own?" Charles asked with a teasing smirk. "If so, you're more than welcome to take the credit for it." Alexa was getting dressed for the day after waking up a little bit ago when the knock came on the door. "Just a moment!" she called out as she threw the rest of her clothes on. Hopefully she would be leaving today to get as far away from her town as possible. She wasn't far enough yet, not in her mind at least. She may be a good drive away but there was a chance someone she knew might still recognize her. Shaking her thoughts out of her head, she quickly strode to the door and opened it to find a woman standing there. She was surprised but quickly wiped that off her face and said, "oh, hello." Alexa was not one who was the best at starting conversations. --- "Oh, but it's yours. I can't take away your glory for the piece of art now can I?" Amelia grinned.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 17, 2019 6:59:43 GMT -5
Dallas was more than happy to let her help. He didn't care how he got the water, so long as got it. It was a good thing she had taken a hold of the bottle again because he would have tried to chug the water down. Yeah, he knew it wouldn't have been smart, but the relief it offered was far too great. When the aching and the dying urge for water was quenched, he turned his head a bit to let her know he was done.Now, if only there could be something done to the sun, that would be great. "Thank you," he muttered.
Twenty minutes passed when the sound of another vehicle could be heard approaching on the road. You could hear it before it came into view, the noise of the engine increasing quickly. Before lone, a grey Silverado came flying around a small bend in the road. It was upon the pair on the side of the road in seconds, screeching to a halt that let a couple of black streaks on the pavement. Before the truck was even parked, the passenger side door opened and hopped out a tall man in his thirties, sandy blonde hair and carrying a large bag. He ran over to where Dallas laid, sliding to his knees as he stopped beside the boy. "Dallas, are you awake?" he asked first.
"Yeah," Dallas murmured, struggling to keep his eyes open but there was no mistaking the relief on his face at the sight of Stitch.
Stitch wasted no more time. Instead, he turned his focus to the wounds. "Do you know the full extent of his injuries?" he asked the girl, opening his bag and pulling several items out. The first one was a rubber strand he moved to tie around the boy's injured leg, creating a tourniquet of sorts to try and ease to blood flow.
Then why didn't we use that one before? Anya wanted to ask, but didn't. She knew why: Seth had went for shock factor or trying to impress/annoy her by his foolish stunt. While, yes, they had been completely safe, she had had no way of knowing it. As the band began to play, she watched the guests spread out once more, either to socialize, get refreshments, or to dance. She had to admit, it did feel more like a party now. "Training has been going well, actually. Magic, not so much. Genevieve thought it'd be best if I laid off the magic training for a while. I assume she didn't want any more fights breaking out. The only thing I do is help Silas do research on it. We've been making good progress everywhere else though. I've started hand-to-hand combat and training with my daggers. My aim with the bow is better than the last time you saw too." At that, she couldn't help but smile a bit. Even now, she wanted to inform him on her progress of archery, if nothing else. He was still the master at it, and she still had that urge to impress him with the results of her training.
When the door opened, the woman smiled. "Good morning. I'm Emma, Matthias's wife," she introduced herself. "He told me what happened last night. I want to thank you for helping our Dallas."
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"What if I don't want the glory?" Charles asked, wiping his brushes clean and returning them to the bag she had used to carry all this stuff in.
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Post by π―ππΎππππΉπ½ππΆππ β on Jun 17, 2019 12:56:30 GMT -5
Once he was done drinking the water and turned his head away from the bottle, she slowly placed the cap back on and placed it down beside her. "You're welcome, hopefully that helped cool you down in this heat.."She said right before she uncapped the bottle once more and took a few sips. The water making her feel refreshed and cooled down a bit. For the next twenty or so minutes she just sat quietly beside him, still applying pressure to his wounds and just to keep him company til his 'doctor' arrived.
She snapped her head towards the rumbling noise of a car quickly approaching, the shape of a vehicle quickly appeared, a wave of relief washing over her as the grey Silverado came to a screeching halt besides them. Her studied the person who jumped out of the passenger side of the truck. As soon as the tall man ran over, Adelaide figured it would be best if she got out of the way. She got off from the ground beside Dallas and stood beside them, looking down now at both the men. She watched as Dallas struggled to keep his consciousness, which made her worry even more. 'I'm sure he'll be fine, he obviously trusts this person.', She thought silently to herself, only to have her thoughts interrupted by the voice of the tall man, "I uh, he has the wound on his leg, his shoulder is beat up pretty bad, and then he has that wound on his arm.."She struggled to get out, feeling almost flustered by the question. She watched as he opened up his bag, pulling out the thin piece of rubber. She winced as she watched him tie it around Dallas's leg.
"Do you need me to do anything? How can I help?" She asked as she watched the stranger. She had absolutely no idea what she could possibly do, but it wouldn't hurt to ask if there was anything she could do. She didn't just want to stand there and feel useless, she wanted to at least try to help in some way or another.
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Post by β§β½ α΄
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ on Jun 17, 2019 13:27:01 GMT -5
Seth listened attentively as she spoke, though he made a face when she mentioned Genevieve and the woman's "suggestion" to pause magic practice. He muttered a few choice words, all directed at the leader of the Order, then forced her from his mind before she really soured his mood. The woman had been doing that a lot lately, and Seth was having a harder time than usual hiding the fact. Seth didn't like hearing she was still working for Silas either, but his reasons for that were a little less clear, mostly because there were several reasons he could use to object to such a pairing.
And then finally, she mentioned something he was actually happy to hear about: Alia had finally found her stride and was taking this training thing seriously. Good. He managed a small smile. "I'm glad to hear that. And I never doubted that, with a bit of consistent practice, your bowman ship would improve. How often do you hit what you aim at?" he asked, curious. Since he couldn't watch one of her lessons - at least, he doubted she would want him around to see it - this was the best way he could measure her progress.
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"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 17, 2019 15:17:11 GMT -5
"Yes, come keep pressure on his leg," Stitch told her, filing away the information and checking each portion of Dallas's body that she mentioned. "You did good with his shoulder. It's slowed down a good bit." As he talked, a second man hurried over and knelt beside the first. The second man was just as tall as Stitch, but had black hair, which hung a little longer than the blond man's, bright blue eyes.
"How is he?" he asked, the deep voice marking him as the one who spoke on the phone with the girl.
Dallas, hearing Matthias's voice, offered another weak smile. "Never better," he joked weakly.
"Quiet, you. Save your breath. You'll be needing it with what I'm about to do," Stitch told him. He pulled out two bottles from the bags. The contents inside were a mixture that would clean out his wounds. They were bad enough that he had to go ahead and stitch them up before trying to take him back to the house. Before he did that, he was going to be sure that the wounds were completely clean. "Matthias, hold his good leg down. He's not going to like this." He glanced at the girl. "I don't think you'll have to fight with that one, put I may need you to help hold him steady. This is going to burn, and he'll fight it."
"About three out of five times," Anya said. It was better than how she used to be, but still far from perfect. "But my stance is better, and it's easier to reach the full draw weight than before. I'm hoping by the end of the week, it'll be better." She paused for a moment, judging her next words carefully. As excited as her upcoming test was, she wondered if Seth would think it was a good idea. Of course, his opinion in the matter wouldn't change much, but still, she wanted him to know what she was working towards. "Alia actually told me that there's a certain test I can take that will grant me the permission to travel while I train. I've already got the survival training and history lesson portion of it down, so that's why we've been focusing so much with weapons and combat. When she mentioned it, she said that she thought I might be ready in two weeks. That had been a week ago. If I pass, we'll be heading out for a while."
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Post by π―ππΎππππΉπ½ππΆππ β on Jun 17, 2019 16:41:09 GMT -5
She nodded in response to stitch and began to reapply pressure onto his leg, looking up at Dallas to make sure she wasn't hurting him too much, only to have her attention redirected towards Stitch as he spoke to her about Dallas' shoulder, nodding once more she said, "I've watched waaaay too many crime tv shows, and that seems to be only thing to stick with me about wounded people" She joked, as a second man appeared.
Adelaide peered up at this man, acknowledging him to be one she spoke to on the phone. 'I thought he was the doctor though...'"So are you both house visit doctor's He was very insistent on me calling you, instead of going to the hospital?" She said curiously, wondering what they would say to her.
She then snapped her attention back to the one working on Dallas, as he spoke to her, nodding her head acknowledging his order. She braced herself for what was about to come, she didn't do well with those in pain. Something about it just made her stomach flip upside down and inside out of itself. She placed both hands on Dallas now, one holding his wounded leg and the other on his abdomen, hoping that would help to steady him as well as, assist in helping him be pushed down when he began to move.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 17, 2019 21:21:36 GMT -5
"It's a good thing to remember. Even if most of those shows aren't always correct, the basics are the same," Stitch commented. Everyone should know how to stop bleeding if nothing else. And at least she had been able to remember to do it. Most of the time, people would panic and forget all common sense.
Since Stitch was currently focusing on his task, Matthias took the liberty of answering her question. "Only Stitch here is a doctor," he answered, lips tilting upwards a bit. No one wanted him as a doctor, that much was for sure. He wasn't as level headed as Stitch was. "I'm just the one that has to bail people out of trouble."
When he was sure that everyone was prepared, Stitch braced one arm across the boy's chest. Then, without warning, he poured a good measure of the liquid onto his shoulder. Almost immediately, Dallas howled in pain. A rumbling sound that sounded both animal and human at the same time. He found some energy in reserve to aid in his attempt to throw the blond man off of him, to get away from the stuff that burned into his wounds. If he had gone through this before he lost so much blood, he might have been able to do it. Now, however, he barely even budged the older man.
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Post by π―ππΎππππΉπ½ππΆππ β on Jun 17, 2019 21:32:29 GMT -5
"That's true, I guess." She said as she began to think about how true he really was. She never really thought of it like that before, until now that he mentioned it. 'Good thing I remembered how to keep someone alive rather than to fill up before running out of gas',She thought to herself.
Looking over to Matthias as he answered her question, she furrowed her brows at his response," I'm confused, what do you mean bail people out of trouble? Are you a cop?" She asked confused at his response. This experience was getting more and more weird by the second, but she couldn't do much. She had no gas, and well, she wasn't just gonna ditch halfway through the janky surgery of sorts that Dallas was about to go through.
She turned her head away as she heard Dallas screaming in pain. She then looked up at Matthias and then over to Stitch, "Is he gonna be okay, or well, even gonna make it?" She asked, almost too scared to hear what their reply might be. She continued to hold Dallas steady and push down on his abdomen, more so, so that they could hurry and get this over with for Dallas, and maybe even give him some pain meds so that he'd start to feel better and not be in so much pain.
Meanwhile, Stasia was seated behind the log, peering over watching all three of the men besides Adelaide.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 17, 2019 21:45:18 GMT -5
Stitch had to work fast. At this point, Dallas was going to burn himself out if he kept struggling, and he still had to sewn the wounds up. So any thoughts of conversation were locked away. Placing the bottle down, he took out a small container in which he opened to reveal several needles being soaked and sterilized. It was easy work threading the "thread" he would be using. Bracing himself once more, for he had nothing to deaden the skin or flesh, he started the unpleasant task of trying to stitch up a struggling patient. He was going for neither aesthetic, gentle, or thorough. He could add more stitches when they got home. Right now, he only put in as many as it would take to stop the blood loss temporarily.
"No, I'm not a cop. I'm the unofficial father figure who has to get their idiot sons out of trouble," Matthias replied. But it said it with as much affection as he could muster at the moment, which wasn't a lot. Worry over their young member was too prominent. At her second question, he answered her as serious as her question deserved. "He'll make it. Dallas is young and tough. Stitch is the finest doctor we can ask for. He might look bad, but he can make it." He hoped anyway. Even the young and tough had their limits.
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Post by π―ππΎππππΉπ½ππΆππ β on Jun 17, 2019 21:57:03 GMT -5
She winced slightly as she watched Stitch begin to puncture the flesh surrounding the wound with this needle, beginning to stitch Dallas up. After watching for a few moments she couldn't muster up enough courage to watch anymore and turned in response to Matthias, all the while still holding Dallas and said, "Well, he's very lucky to have someone like you two in his life. Especially having one of you as a parental figure. " She said thoughtfully, adding a small mumble at the end, "That's more than my parents have ever done for me."
She then looked down at Dallas, "Hmm, Dallas...Well, I'm Adelaide, I'm sorry these were the circumstances we had to meet on." She then looked back at Matthias and said, "Well, as soon as you guys are good to go, I'll be out your hair, I gotta start making my way into town for some gas. My car ran out, thankfully for Dallas that is, or you guys might have never found him.."
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ on Jun 17, 2019 21:59:58 GMT -5
Seth was glad to hear of her improvement, but before he could comment, she continued. At her announcement, all thoughts of archery fled as his gaze shot to her with focused intensity. "You want to leave the Capital? Why?" His first thought was that she was being threatened, but he just as quickly dismissed the notion. He would know if she were, and he hadn't heard anything of the sort. That just left a genuine curiosity: why did she want to learn elsewhere?
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 17, 2019 22:13:58 GMT -5
Her mumbled addition at the end of her comment did not go unnoticed. Matthias, however, decided that here and now would not be time nor the place ask further. Instead, he turned the topic towards her. "You can say that again. He'll have a serious debt to pay when he's up and about again. Why don't you come with us. We'll drop Dallas and Stitch off at home, we'll feed you some lunch, then I'll drive you out to get some more gas? It's the least we can do to thank you."
It was a ten minute project of closing up the wounds on the boy's shoulder. When it was done, Stitch cut the thread and gathered up his items. "Switch with me, Matt. Hold him down good. Miss Adelaide, hold his good leg. Sit on it if you have to."
"I want to see as much of the country as I can," Anya told him. "I've been a total of two places in my life, three if you count the short stay at Carzon: my village and the Capitol. I want to explore. I want to see what this kingdom has to offer. In order to learn how to best help the people, it makes sense to go and see exactly what it is they need help with. Alia asked me what it was I wished to do, and my answer was this. I think if people saw Riders out and about learning these things, they'll be more welcoming towards our help. If nothing else, they'll see that not all Riders have forgotten about them.
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