Post by MisplacedSoul on Jan 7, 2018 21:22:18 GMT -5
Roark ambled down a dark street without a care, his casual whistling that was a bit off tune bouncing off the solid walls of the buildings he'd past, echo's slicing through the silence of the night. After a visit with the president, you'd think he'd be a bit more tense. But Roark proceeded down the abandoned sidewalk with a skip in his step, like everything in the world was perfect and he possessed no worries or problems. Dressed in simple black jacket and some plain blue jeans, he didn't appear to be anything but a young man around the age of 20, having slipped out of his business suit as soon as he was free of the responsibility of attending the meeting. Veering to the left in a skinny black ally, he entered the small, confined area without a second thought, wrinkling his nose a bit at the sickeningly sour smell that occupied the dank place but continued deeper with the same easy going pace, though his lips were no longer pursed in a circle and the care free whistling was not to be heard.
Wait, what in God's name? Roark caught the rustic scent of blood way before he'd laid eyes on the victim, and his nonsense pace had quickly shifted into a jog as he mentally prepared himself for the scene that was ahead of him, tense and in defense mode. A dark eerie alley naturally emitted that dangerous vibe, but add the smell of blood and his heart started pumping. Whatever sick bastard had decided tonight was the perfect night to make his grand mistake was certainly in for it. A few seconds later, his breath caught in his throat at the sight before him, and a bitter feeling festered tight in his chest. A young women, clearly beaten and left to freeze to death. What being, with a conscious could possibly stomach themselves after such a feat? Roark immediately sprung into action, kneeling down next to stranger in a split second and shrugging of his jacked. He laid the plush coat across her swiftly, still warm with his body heat. Next, he shamelessly ran his large, firm hands over her trembling figure, searching for any serious injuries. He paused on her leg, which was clearly broken and winced an sympathy. The poor thing.
What alarmed him most though was her temperature, or extreme lack off, also her head injury appeared serious. She wasn't in good shape, more like critical condition. His body heat wasn't going to anywhere near enough, and she wouldn't last the journey to the hospital, or more the 30 minutes. He had two choices, and neither of them were pleasant. He could either call an ambulance and hope for the best, or bring her with him and risk so much. Roark clenched his jaw, releasing a heavy sigh through gritted teeth before giving in.
“Hold on, you're going to be okay.” He murmured gently in a smooth, deep voice, sweeping her up into his arms as carefully as possible with his best efforts to not jostle her much and cause more damage and pain.
Wait, what in God's name? Roark caught the rustic scent of blood way before he'd laid eyes on the victim, and his nonsense pace had quickly shifted into a jog as he mentally prepared himself for the scene that was ahead of him, tense and in defense mode. A dark eerie alley naturally emitted that dangerous vibe, but add the smell of blood and his heart started pumping. Whatever sick bastard had decided tonight was the perfect night to make his grand mistake was certainly in for it. A few seconds later, his breath caught in his throat at the sight before him, and a bitter feeling festered tight in his chest. A young women, clearly beaten and left to freeze to death. What being, with a conscious could possibly stomach themselves after such a feat? Roark immediately sprung into action, kneeling down next to stranger in a split second and shrugging of his jacked. He laid the plush coat across her swiftly, still warm with his body heat. Next, he shamelessly ran his large, firm hands over her trembling figure, searching for any serious injuries. He paused on her leg, which was clearly broken and winced an sympathy. The poor thing.
What alarmed him most though was her temperature, or extreme lack off, also her head injury appeared serious. She wasn't in good shape, more like critical condition. His body heat wasn't going to anywhere near enough, and she wouldn't last the journey to the hospital, or more the 30 minutes. He had two choices, and neither of them were pleasant. He could either call an ambulance and hope for the best, or bring her with him and risk so much. Roark clenched his jaw, releasing a heavy sigh through gritted teeth before giving in.
“Hold on, you're going to be okay.” He murmured gently in a smooth, deep voice, sweeping her up into his arms as carefully as possible with his best efforts to not jostle her much and cause more damage and pain.
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and you don't worry about the short replies! It's totally fine, they're long enough for me as it is. Plus like you said, it's hard with this situation.)
