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 Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2004 4:48 pm
'i...i didn't know' Robyn whispered, her palms cupping around the locket, her ears giving a small twitch as the woman placed her palm down onto her left ear. Her eyes filled up with tears for a few moments, seeing the small peice of silver, bringing her palm up until she wiped the moisture straight away from her eyes - not now, not here. If anything she had taught herself not to cry, not around the children, giving the woman a small smile.
'Ive not seen him in so long, not since the children were born, and even then he wasn't there for the birth' Robyn said with a sad tone, studying the locket for a few moments, before she placed it back onto the womans lap scouping all of the photo's bar the one of the fox from the woman's lap. Her tail flicked slightly behind her, her lilac gaze watching her hands move the photos back into her wallet.
'Miss, take care of that locket' she almost said out of the blue, before picking herself up to standing, giving the woman a smile. Her gaze flicked over her shoulders, wondering what Owyn would be doing at the moment with two bawling toddlers screaming for their mother - her tail wrapping itself around her ankle once more.
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2004 4:51 pm
Tor slowly stood up from behind the bar, groaning as he managed to stand up fully, "Did anybody get the number and make of that train...." He slumped over the bar, only half brought back into reality as he rubbed his head. His left wing seemed a bit crooked, as if it were broken somewhere in one of the bones that held the wing structure steady. He winced slightly as his hand brushed across the base of the wing, cursing silently to himself, but as he poked it again, he let it all fly, "GOD ******** DAMMIT! GAH! HATE THIS DAMN PLACE!" He made as if to throw something across the bar and noticed Robyn and Cora were still there. He gently set down the bottle of tequilla he had picked up and just wanted to slink into the shadows, "Hehehe, uh, hi?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2004 5:01 pm
:::Cora nodded at Robyn::: It is very precious to me. I'm sorry that your husband has not been around to help raise the offspring. It must be hard for them, and you:::
:::Cora goes to put the locket around her neck, when suddenly she hears Torment go off:::
Torment! Calm yourself. What is the matter?! You did not greet Robyn.
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2004 5:08 pm
'Owyn gallowsraven...not ar' Robyn stopped in mid sentance, used to speaking at her brother when he swore around the children, her cheeks flushed slightly as she turned to see the man at the bar. Her first impression of the man holding the beverage bottle was that he was drunk, but on further inspection, it was a far different manner. Stepping forwards, the neko placed her palms inside her pockets, shaking her head almost in amusement.
Blinking down at her palms as they started fading, the neko dropped the picture of the twins into cora's lap, whispering just so she could hear it 'please, if you see tavin next before i do, give him this' before she faded into complete nothing. The only traces of her ever being here were the two photographs resting in Cora's lap.
**exit Robyn**
((ooc: sorry >.< it's esrly in the morning for me now and i really need some rest, night all, good to be rping again ^^))
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2004 5:12 pm
((All say teh w00t for Robyn, just because she's awesome >.<))
Torment tried to respond but got distracted by the growing pain that began to well up in his head the longer he was conscious. He started beating his head on the counter, not even noticing Robyn start to scold him, though using an incorrect name through force of habit, or even fade out. Smack, smack, smack, smash went his head against the counter. Without Soul Manipulation, magic, and other various bits and pieces he used to contain pain in his world, he really began to hate it here. He had never actually broken a bone before while conscious or in a state where he could feel it, and definately not in such a sensitive area. His continued smashing of his head against the bar were only further agitating the fracture, causing bne fragments to push their way through the thin membrane of skin.
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2004 5:24 pm
:::Cora quickly stashed away the two photos in her utility belt for safe keeping, then turned to Torment who was acting quite peculiar:::
Torment! What is the matter already? :::She walked over to him, with a little twitch each time he smashed his head to the bar...unable to see the fractured wing on the other side:::
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2004 5:28 pm
With one last smash he slammed his head into the bar and held it there with all his willpower and physical strength, holding onto the bar and even digging in slightly with his nails. His fingers were pure white from the pressure he was putting into gripping the bar. The injured wing was pointed up and from the blood that was now clearly evident and splattered across the bar, it was certainly bad looking. He tried to speak through clentched teeth, the pain tormenting him, "The...wing...gah!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2004 5:32 pm
:::Cora opens another compartment on her belt, retrieving a small injection gun, hardly a seringe looking thing, more like an itty bitty pistol:::
Let me help... lift up you sleeve. :::she motioned at his arm:::
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2004 5:36 pm
Keeping his head pressed firmly against the bar, bringing his legs up onto the bar so he could press down with the weight of his body, he quickly slipped off a glove from his right hand, the wrist encircled by several equidistant scars. He slowly rolled the sleeve up, all the while keeping his eyes closed tightly with his teethe clentched, muttering a long string of expliatives to himself through said clentched teeth.
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2004 5:46 pm
:::Cora pressed the gun to his arm and pulled the hinge. It sends a jolt of pain inhibitors directly to his blood stream:::
There, you should be at ease momentarily... Now let's see what we can do about that um...thing. :::not really sure what to call it. She hardly had too much contact with anything with wings, but it was obviously broken:::
:::She steps behind the bar, and pulls out a few long plastic drink stirrers, then picks up a clean rag, ripping it into long pieces. She came back, standing by his side where he sat. She placed her supplies down beside his head, and took out a small vial from her belt:::
If you could please remove your head from the bar, and face me. That would make assisting you much easier.
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2004 5:59 pm
After a moment, as the pain began to subside, he slowly sat up, pulling off from the bar to sit down on a stool so it would be easier for Cora to work. By the way his eyes were closed and his teeth still clentched, he either still felt some pain, or was actually afraid of having to get help from someone else for such an insignificant thing.
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2004 6:06 pm
:::Cora moved the stool behind her so that she could work comfortably. She stepped closer to get a good look at the wing. She contemplated it a moment, then took the small vial she held, opened it, and applied a small amount to the fracture:::
:::She looked down past her chest at his face before adressing him, and saw his eyes clentched. She had to restrain a giggle...he looked just like a little boy she once met:::
Torment, I'm applying a celular regenerative stimulant to the bone, the formula is particularly of the marrow cellular reproduction.
:::After finishing the application, she looked at the healthy wing, compairing it's shape to the broken one. When she was satisfied with her understanding of its anatomy she went to pick up the supplies on the bar:::
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2004 6:10 pm
Torment squirmed slightly, slight twangs of pain poking at the edges of consciousness and numbness, but nothing really. He has to restain himself from either touching it or begin bashing his head against the bar, just because it felt like a good idea. He kept his eyes clentched shut, but opened his mouth to speak, "Just like...don't break it more..."
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2004 6:16 pm
:::this time Cora really did giggle:::
I'll do my best. :::The seriousness set back in as she began to place the makeshift splints to the edge of the bone, she took a quick look back at the other wing, and realized that she had the level the broken half to the base...she took a breathe:::
Brace yourself Torment, this may be unpleasant.
:::She moved the broken part as quickly and accurately as possible to align the way it should, and used her other hand to fix it in place, while she reached with the other hand for the wrapping:::
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2004 6:19 pm
Pain shot through him as she set the bone, even with the pain inhibitors, he freaked and kicked a nearby stool quite some distance as he let out another string of expliatives through clentched teeth.
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