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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Jan 3, 2017 1:23:49 GMT -5
𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜Making this thread real quick, before I forget to. I'm probably about to get off for the night, since school's starting again tomorrow. Do you want to do forms or something like that?
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Jan 3, 2017 13:55:23 GMT -5
Haven't had to use this guy's form for a while now. Just collecting dust on a google doc.
Miles Crowley | Male | 24 | Miles stands at just over two meters tall. He wears his black hair in a ponytail and rarely has it down. His eyes are dark brown with rings of golden brown and are framed by dark, fluffy eyebrows. The man is tanned and well muscled, clearly in good shape. He’s always got a tired look on his face, no matter the circumstances. Miles has a small amount of stubble from forgetting to shave his face, or maybe just not caring enough.
He can’t stop joking. Sarcasm, puns, the whole lot of it. He can’t get enough of bad humour. Even when he needs to calm down and be serious, he sometimes can’t get a grip on himself.
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Jan 3, 2017 15:52:10 GMT -5
Alright, no worries, I'll edit it. A lot of people seem to not be a big fan of that. I'm curious, though; is there any reason why?]]
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Jan 3, 2017 17:45:11 GMT -5
Fair enough. I usually go with older characters because it's a change of pace from the usual teen/young adult stuff I always see in RPs. It's always interesting to write from a different perspective.
I don't believe there is much else to cover before we start, so are you making a form, or should I be working on the starter?]]
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Jan 3, 2017 21:29:39 GMT -5
I feel you; don't stress it too much. I just started theatre crew today, so I've been doing some work after school. It's not like I needed more responsibilites, but here I am, doing things that require effort.]]
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Jan 4, 2017 1:05:31 GMT -5
Yeah, I'm probably gonna be doing a lot of painting for it. Take your time; no pressure. I've got a lot going on as well.]]
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𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜
i am just simply vibing :) || INFJ || a littol nervous but excited!
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Post by 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 on Jan 5, 2017 1:11:01 GMT -5
Solstice||Female||Unknown, but looks to be about 23|| Solstice is on the taller side, standing at about 5'9". She's a skinny female, with a medium sized chest and a decent amount of curves, with seemingly soft, milky white skin. She has a rounder face, giving off a child/innocent aura, but her eyes are more narrowed, giving off the look of a more mature individual. She has plump light pink lips and a nose that fits into her face, long black eyelashes shading her bright grey eyes that have a hidden ring of yellow around the pupil that shows in the sunlight. Her hair colour is weird, as most angels have natural coloured hair, but hers is a rose gold colour that mixes in with shades of blonde, ombre-ing to the tips that colour. Her hair is wavy and falls to her lower back, the part to the lower side so it flips over the side of her head and into her face like water fall. She usually wears white, being an angel, and when she finds herself stranded on earth she appears to be wearing a white sweater dress that falls off the shoulders and goes down to her mid thight, as well as white booties and the one off white thing, a black choker. ~~~ Solstice, when you first meet her, can come off as a few things; Shy, dumb, and extremely innocent. Only one of those is right, and that pretty much leads to any of the other things coming up. She's a very innocent person, usually finding it hard to communicate with someone first off, coming off as shy because she is awkward and simply does not know what to do, causing for a lot of anxiety with herself and things around her. She becomes easily flustered by topics and situations, especially when it comes to her feelings or anything about boys. Because of her innocence, she's also extremely curious and loves to figure out various different things, inspecting each and everything/person she comes across. She can become angry, sad, or upset, but only when provoked as she's usually generally calm, and is very smart. However, even though she seems confused on how to approach her feelings, she becomes attached very easily, heart full of compassion for others.
DONE rip xD Forgive me, it's late and I haven't rp'd this one in a while
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Jan 5, 2017 1:27:14 GMT -5
Ooh, I love her already.
Would you like me to do the starter? It might be a bit since I'm feeling lazy today, but I could whip one up real quick.]]
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Jan 5, 2017 2:01:55 GMT -5
It wasn’t that he was scared of blood; it didn't bother him too much. He just didn’t like it when it was his blood. Why would he? He didn't like get stabbed; nobody would. That’s why it was hard to stay calm when he woke up, slumped over in an alley, wondering what the hell he was doing here. It wasn't just because he had a knife in his gut. It was also because he didn't know why. Of course, the knife did help add a little extra panic.
The man sat up quickly, dark eyes wide. He braced herself on the red brick wall, trying to take deep breaths as he glanced around, his heart racing. He wobbled a bit unsteadily, immediately falling back down. Pain tore all the way through his stomach and up his chest, excrutiating and bloody. He'd seen worse on other men before. He didn't remember where, but it seemed familiar. He glared at the handle of the weapon. He couldn’t even think clearly. He could hardly even see.
He remained still, uncertain of what to do, his back flat on the cold stone ground of the alley, staring up at the crescent moon as it stared back. It was dark, the sky was a harsh and black grey. Why, the only light at all came from a distant street lamp that flickered on and off, the orange glow hauntingly dim. The man grunted, trying to pull himself back upright. The headache by far was the worst part of the pain. He couldn't think. He leaned back against the wall, letting out a long sigh. He had blood all down his front. He rested a hand gently on the hilt of the weapon in his stomach. He knew it was not wise to pull the weapon out; he'd bleed to death. He eyed the pool of blood around him, brow furrowing. Why hadn't he already? Perhaps it was better for him to leave in, even if it hurt.
Surely a human could only lose so much blood before they died, right? He shifted from his position against the wall, trying to stand. He'd been knifed; it could be safe here, could it? Be managed to get up onto his hands and knees, but it didn’t feel like he was going to be able to do much more than that. Dizzy to the point where his vision blurred, he leaned against the wall again and nearly passed out. He didn’t know what had happened, but he decided right then and there that he needed to drink less. Did he drink? Getting stabbed didn't give a guy a headache, did it? He ran a hand through his dark hair, his hands shaking. His heart was still racing, his fingers were still twitching. He did not want to to stay here, and he had already been here long enough. His gut feeling (if he still had any damn feeling in his gut) told him to get out of here, and to do it right now. Nothing good was going to come from this. Yet his legs refused to work. He wasn’t going anywhere until he calmed down.
He patted his pockets down, hoping for something of use, sighing. What, did he think he'd be carrying around bandaids? And what good would that do, anyway? Get a happy sticker to go with your knife wound? Man, today was just a wonderful day, now wasn’t it? It wasn't even day. It was still dark out. Probably only one or two in the morning.
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𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜
i am just simply vibing :) || INFJ || a littol nervous but excited!
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Post by 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 on Jan 5, 2017 17:16:30 GMT -5
It was... Cold. Solstice had never been cold before, but for the first time ever frost nipped at her skin, immediately causing her to shiver. It was winter, so snow had gently begun to fall from the sky, making it even worse for the poor girl as she stood there in the darkness, wondering what was going on and what she was going to do next. Maybe... Maybe it was time to back track a couple steps. What happened again that got her here?
Oh, yes. Literally a minute or two ago, Solstice had been an angel. Hard to believe, but angels lived among humans, invisible to their eyes but doing good deeds daily. Bad luck and good luck wasn't a thing, but karma definitely was. Each angel had a job to go out and watch others, rewarding those with miracles depending on how they acted and what they did. Kind of like Santa, but all year round. However, on this day, as she had been finishing up her list of miracles for the day, she had come across a rather gory and frightening scene. Usually, she would back down from what was going on, but Solstice felt as if that wasn't right. She was an angel, anyways. Why were their blessings and miracles limited to only those who could do good? Why weren't they being forgiving, loving those who made mistakes sometimes? Just because they were perfect didn't give them the right to judge the humans, who were just less fortunate to be born the way they were. So, after taking a deep breath to calm her shaking knees, she stepped in.
Unfortunately, she wasn't just any angel, Solstice was a new angel. She had been... Created, not too long ago. It was kind of like she was on probation, not allowed to step out of bounds. And everyone made mistakes, right? Well... She made a mistake she could't turn back from. As she watched the life drain from the humans eyes, she couldn't help herself. Before she knew it, all her powers, her energy, had drained from her body, put towards saving his life. Why did she do it? She had no idea. She didn't know his name, his story, if he was a good guy or a bad guy, but all she knew was that everyone deserved a chance to live, no matter the mistake. It just felt... Right, even though it had been against everything she knew.
But now, she felt different. Something was wrong. She felt... Human. What was she going to do? She had no idea where she was, how to get home, and if she could even get home in the first place... And who would even help a pretty girl in the middle of the night without wanting something disgusting towards their own benefit? But then, she remembered how she even got into this situation in the first place, Is he okay?
Forcing herself up and through her exhaustion, she stepped out onto a vaguely familiar street, hugging her body as she shivered, then headed down the street towards another alley nearby. It was then that she paused in the light from one of the lampposts, stopping and listening before the faint sound of someone nearby caused her to turn her head quickly, spotting an alley way she had seen not to long before. Then, slowly but surely, she made her way towards it, shivering more as it got colder, but it was hard to tell if it was really because of the cold or because of how scared she was, But... He's my only hope.
She paused in the darkness, feeling her stomach churn with anxiety, experiencing all kind of negative feelings she'd never felt before, than calling out into the darkness, though her voice was soft as if that was just how she spoke, "H-Hello? A-Are you... A-Alive?"
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Jan 6, 2017 0:38:57 GMT -5
It had begun to snow, he realized. Just barely; light white dust had begun to fall to the earth. He couldn't stay outside, but he didn't think he could move. His breath came in formed small clouds in the air, cold and freezing. He had a black leather jacket, but it wasn't doing any good for him. How log had he been out here? Lying on cold stone wasn't doing him any favours, either. The hole in the fabric and the cold metal of the blade let the chill cut deep. He checked his coat pockets, finding a wallet. He opened it and leafed through it, but there wasn't any sort of identification left, and his money was gone. There was a free frozen yogurt coupon, but he did not want to even think about eating frozen yogurt right now. He was alone out here, with not a clue what to do. Find a hotel had been the plan, but without money, that was going to be difficult. That was the most important thing; shelter, followed closely by dealing with the knife. The man ran his shaking hands through his hair again, trying to take deep breaths. At least he was out of the wind.
When a female voice spoke, he tensed; he hadn't expected there to be anyone else out here. Nobody in their right minds should be out now. Not at this hour, not in this weather. He didn't even understand why he was here; why would anyone else. He'd been out cold, surely, but her? Who was she? Maybe he knew her from somewhere before. Why else would she approach him? Other than the fact that he was a lone man in a pool of blood with a knife in his stomach. Yes, oter than that small detail. What had she asked? Was he alive?
"Aye," he answered, "At least, I think so." Not sure why, or how, but alive. "Probably won't be for much longer." He turned his head towards the street, eyes narrowed and brow furrowed. He didn't know who was talking to him, but clearly she knew something about the situation. She knew something about the fact that he might not be alive. Did she do this? Did she see who did? Oh, he doubted that; she wouldn't have come back if she had. She would have fled, told someone maybe. The man let out a long, shuddering breath. He needed someone to explain what the hell was going on, and he needed it to happen right now.
He didn't know quite what to say to her. He felt hopelessly confused, lost, pathetic... He didn't even remember who he was, for goodness' sake. He had a faint idea idea of where he was, but absolutely no idea why he was here. He grimaced, pressing his hands on the brick wall behind him to steady himself. He stood, leaning against the cold surface for support, staring out at where her voice had come from. The only good thing about the cold was that the pain was starting to numb. He clenched his teeth, glaring down at the knife still wedged in his gut.
"Say; don't happen to have any bandages, do you?" he called, a grim sort of humour in his voice. He did not move just yet, preferring to remain in the alley. If there was anyone out there that wanted to see his face, she could come to him. He didn't want to get ambushed; it seemed he already had once before. He couldn't be that stupid twice, surely.
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𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜
i am just simply vibing :) || INFJ || a littol nervous but excited!
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Post by 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 on Jan 7, 2017 2:26:35 GMT -5
Solstice watched him as he spoke, feeling concern, fear, and worry twist and turn in her stomach. He... Was not in a good shape. She had saved him from dying, but who knows what could happen. Who knows what the angels could let happen. She felt disgusting, almost as if she was going to hurl and faint at the exact same time, both feelings that she had never experienced before. How was she going to get help at this time of night? Run around to different houses and yell at peoples doors? This didn't seem like the type of neighborhood that was going to be helpful at this time of night, though... But she needed to get him out of this dark, dirty alleyway and into somewhere where he could treat. Like, a hospital, maybe.
That was when he started to stand, struggling to get to his feet. A gasp escaped Solstice's mouth and she stepped towards him, coming close enough so that he would be able to see her in the dim light of the moon. Her bright grey eyes danced with distraught as she nervously pursed her lips, still standing a couple steps away so she wouldn't seem like a threat. His comment about her having bandages caused her to look around frantically for something to help him with, but anything cloth in the alleyway was dirty or just... She didn't even want to speak about it.
She looked around maybe for a minute or so, when finally, her eyes landed on her white sweater dress, the only thing reminding her that she had been an angel. She didn't want to do it, but if she didn't, all her hard work would have gone to waste. So, grabbing a broken bottle on the corner and pulling one arm out of one of the sleeves and hugging it to her body, she managed to rip off one of her long, knitted sleeve, staring at it with a look of remorse. Her old life... Though short, was gone. She could never return to the heavenly halls above, and was now banished to wander the earth for eternity. It was almost as if the sleeve represented that, meaning even more as she presented it to the man.
"P-Please, use this. You need to g-get to a hospital." She said softly through chattering teeth, stepping closer to the man and holding out the sleeve at an extended arm, the other arm hugging her body. She just... Wanted to get him to safety before thinking about her next move and what she was going to do in the world. Was it weird she was thinking about something like that in a time like this? She was unsure, but she had never been unsure before, so... Blah. All the emotions just kept spinning, the thoughts tumbling through her brain at, she swore, a mile a minute. How would she ever get by in this world?
{Bad post screams}
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Jan 7, 2017 21:28:26 GMT -5
The woman with whom he'd been talking to let out a noise of surprise. She stepped towards him, the faint light of crescent moon allowing him to see the shadows of her face. She gave him a concerned look and he gave her a pained smile, not knowing what else to do. He followed her eyes, looking around once again, as if he'd find something he hadn't noticed the first time, as if it would magically make a pile of fresh, clean bandages appear. Wouldn't that have been nice?
The man doubled over in pain, growling and clutching his stomach. The dull aching pain of the knife was still there, despite how numb he was starting to feel. He was shivering, and he could hardly see straight. The man desperately wanted to pull the blade out, but he knew it was unwise to do so. He'd bleed out before anything else. Instead, he stood there, gripping the handle like holding on tighter would keep him alive. He had to bandage the wound soon, he knew that. He looked around the alley before realizing the woman beside him was tearing off her sleeves.
"Oh, there's no need to..." He winced. He knew why she had, and he knew it was necessary. She was going to freeze out here with him. Now that she had, he wasn't going to turn it down. He really needed that bandage. Begrudginngly, the man took one hand off of his wound, reaching out hesitantly, his hands bloody. He took with white cloth from her hesitantly, putting pressure on the area around the knife, not wanting to push it in further and not wanting to pull it out. How far was the hospital from here? Not walking distance, surely?
"Think you could get an ambulance?" he asked her weakly, taking a step forward and leaning on the wall again for support. He didn't think he could get there on foot, and he didn't think that he would be able to even try. Moving hurt, breathing hurt. He laughed weakly at himself. It was almost like getting stabbed hurt.
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𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜
i am just simply vibing :) || INFJ || a littol nervous but excited!
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Post by 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 on Jan 7, 2017 21:57:31 GMT -5
Solstice bit down hard on her lip until it hurt, trying to stop her heart from racing. The blood... It made her feel so sick, the way it stain his clothes and covered the ground. She'd never had this reaction to it before whenever she saw it, but than again, she had been an angel then. Now, she was a human. She covered her mouth with her hand and turned away, feeling the sleeves leave from the hand that was holding them out to him. She glanced back for one moment, seeing him covering the area around the knife. The fabric was a lot thicker and nicer than usual sweaters, maybe because it was from heaven, but still wouldn't last him that long.
She looked up in surprise when he asked for her to get an ambulance, removing her hand slightly from her mouth as she gapped at him. She... Had no idea what that meant. What was an ambulance? If she saw it, she'd probably know what it was, but... She'd never heard of that before, "U-Uh... I-I..." she started, trying to speak between chattering teeth. She couldn't just tell him that she had no idea what that was. What if an ambulance was something all humans knew of, and it made her look stupid? Or if it made him question her? Besides, if he was asking for one, it must be good...
Then, without a word, she turned and ran out of the alleyway and down the street. She had to find a hospital, and then ask them for an ambulance. Or even ask a person for one. She took note of the street name she was passing by as she ran, turning another corner and continuing to run through the cold air, not watching where she was going or what she was going. She probably looked crazy, actually. Wearing almost nothing, sleeves ripped, half pink head of hair and facial expression reading absolutely distraught. She paused at a lamp post to catch her breath, but just kept running even though her lungs burnt. She wasn't aware that she needed to break and her bodies cardio was out of shape, but she was aware of one thing- He needed help.
She turned another corner and spotted a figure down the street. It was a girl, a short one, headphones in her ears as she held her head high, obviously not wanting to be bothered. Unfortunately, Solstice didn't understand this, and ran over to her, skidding to a halt in front of her, "I-I need... An ambulance."
The girl stopped walking and looked confused, if even a bit angry, but mostly confused, as she pulled out her headphones, "What?"
"I need an ambulance. Please." Solstice begged, and after a few moments of looking into the distraught girls eyes, the short girl gave in, pulling out her phone to call 911.
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Jan 8, 2017 16:44:36 GMT -5
He grimaced at her reaction, noticing she couldn’t look at him. Was the wound that bad? It certainly felt that bad. He understood why; blood made a lot of people fell sick. He was used to it. He didn’t know why he knew that. He held the thick cloth to the wound with slightly shaking hands, frowning at the woman. He couldn’t see her now, or at least nowhere near as clearly as before. His vision blurred. At first he thought he was just having trouble making out her voice, but it hit him that she was merely stumbling for words. Was she too cold to speak, or did she not understand him? How could such a simple question be so confusing? They didn’t have time to be confused.
Before he could repeat the question, she took off down the street. Thank goodness for that; for a moment he thought he would have actually had to do it himself. Hopefully the woman would be coming back, (and with an ambulance, or at least more bandages) rather than just disappearing into the night, never to be seen again. He was counting on her. The man wanted to close his eyes, but he didn’t want to pass out. If he closed his eyes now, he feared he might not open them again. He'd already been out cold once, he didn't want to imagine what would happen if he did again. He wiped his bloody hands on his jacket, trying to keep pressure on the spot. Tonight was probably the worst night of his life. He couldn’t remember the others, but he was fairly certain this made the top of the list.
He did try to stay awake, he really did, but he couldn't keep it up for long. His vision went back, the sound of the wind faded to a dull roar only to be replaced by silence. He slid down the wall, falling into a sitting position, slumped against the brick.
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Not much had happened tonight; it was usually pretty quiet at this time. It was too cold for anyone to be out. It was good that nothing had happened; there was nothing she wanted to hear less than a phone call. A lack of emergencies was always a good thing/ There had been an accidental dial from an old woman earlier, but she'd stayed on the line to apologize, and no action had to be taken. So tonight, there was nothing particularly unusual.
Just then, the phone rang, startling Ellie out of her game of solitaire. The operator stopped what she was doing and picked up instantly; an emergency always mattered more than whether or not it was her turn. "911," she said. "What is your emergency?"
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𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜
i am just simply vibing :) || INFJ || a littol nervous but excited!
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Post by 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 on Jan 11, 2017 22:21:27 GMT -5
{Apologies again}
The short girl, who had dialed 911 for Solstice, glanced over at her before speaking into the phone, "I-"
Before she could even begin, Solstice had snatched the phone from her hand and turned away, causing the shorter girl to shout in protest, trying to jump up and reach her phone but her stature of 5'4" was nothing compared to Solstice 5'9". She shot her an apologetic look and then talked into the phone, "I-I need medical help, as soon a-as possible. There's a man, I-I don't know what his name is, b-but he's been stabbed and i-it just keeps b-bleeding and b-bleeding..." she covered her mouth at this, a vile taste crawling up her throat as she thought back to the pool of red substance that had grown around the man she had spent all her energy saving, before removing her hand. She had to be strong, she had been an angel, for goodness sakes. It was her job.
"He's i-in an alley way on the c-corner of Salley and Frigero Street. I-I... I-I don't know how much time he has left..." she said quietly, voice still shaking as she spoke. She was shaking as she spoke, actually, shaking with fear for herself and for the man. She had no idea what she was doing, who she was talking to, if this was even going to help... It was almost as if her mind was going into a state of shock and the only thing keeping her from drowning was getting this man out alive. It wasn't like anyone would understand or believe her if she said that, though, so she didn't make a comment, clutching the phone with both her hands against her ear.
Suddenly, the short girl spoke up, "Bring me to him, I know some first aid and can keep him going until the amublance reaches his location." she explained, getting a glance back from Solstice who looked at her with a surprised look. Humans rarely stood up for another human, especially if they didn't know each other. She was definitely getting in the good books tomorrow, Solstice knew that.
"T-Thank you... Follow me?..."
"Ivory, now give me the phone and I'll do a better job of explaining whats going on and where this is." she said with strict tone, though her expression was soft, as if she meant no harm. Solstice passed the phone back over and than the two were off, the rosy haired girl leading the others girls way as they made it down a couple streets and into the alleyway. Solstice froze at his condition, and Ivory rushed over, immediately checking to see if he was still alive. He is, but... There's not much time left for this one.
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Jan 11, 2017 23:21:28 GMT -5
You're fine; I totally understand busy schedules and lack of muse. Or just procrastination, which is my biggest problem.
...And now, an ambulance post from someone who knows nothing about ambulances!]]
"Don't worry, an ambulance is on it's way, Ms," Ellie quickly assured the woman on the other side of the phone, not hanging up as she stretched across her desk to alert the hospital. She had to shrug her shoulder to hold the phone to her mouth and still use both hands. "Do you know where he was stabbed, Ms?" she asked into the receiver, grabbing a pen and notepad to write down the address. She'd had this job for a while now, and the panicked voices and urgency of it all still got to her. Her heart was racing, but she knew she had to be the calm one here. "How long has the wound been opened?"
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With that, the team was off. Paige jumped in the first ambulance, shouting "Salley and Frigero!" to Ryan, the driver, who turned the key in the ignition. Paige slammed the door behind her, turning on the sirens as Ryan brought the vehicle to life. In an instant, the ambulance was moving swiftly down the street and further downtown. Not many cars were out tonight, at least, so they did not have to worry about traffic getting out of the way in time. Of course, the roads were still slightly icy and they had to be careful.
The paramedic held tightly onto her own seatbelt strap, instantly wider awake than she had been for the past few hours. This hour was a little early for anyone else, but that didn't matter right now. Sudden and urgent calls were to be expected; it was a part of the job. She was always ready to take off if they got a call; a few seconds was the difference between life and death. Paige was going to save as many lives as she could; they were going to save this one, too.
The two vehicles came to a stop at Salley and Frigero, and Paige hopped out, jogging quickly to the alley, gently but forcefully pushing the two woman away from the man. "Give him some air," she commanded, kneeling down next to him, looking focused. She put a hand on either sides of his face, checking vitals. He felt almost ice cold; the weather was to blame for that. He was still breathing, and he still had a pulse. Paige seemed completely unfazed by the blood around her, her blue eyes intent on the wound. "Somebody did not like you," she murmured. Whoever had stabbed him had been a nasty fellow; stuck the blade in and twisted.
With this much blood already, it was a wonder this man wasn't dead yet. What made the terrible circumstance just the tiniest bit better for her was seeing they hadn't pulled the knife out of him. Finally some intelligent people.
Ryan and Ethan brought out the stretcher just a moment after, carefully lifting the unconscious man and putting him on the cart. They wheeled it away, sending him up the ramp into the back of the ambulance. Paige hurried back toward the ambulance after them, stopping with her hand on the passenger door. "Other car," Paige barked to the two women, pointing to the second vehicle.
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