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 Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 12:40 pm
"No hospitals. That'll be the first place IR looks with what's happened to you guys," Anatoly pointed out. "Either the lady or I will go alone while the other stays here with everyone else."
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 12:58 pm
"Entirely up to you, but whatever we do it's risky not to have enough people to move Blaine and I around. At least he's not bleeding... I could try and cauterize it once the ice fades away... we don't want to freeze all the tissue..." Nathan was struggling to come up with perfect answers.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 1:26 pm
Sarah scratched her head and was busy walking around the room, touching the walls. "Dust is settled...no one's been here for a while..." She went over to the bedside drawer and found a dollar in it. "Score! No one's used this room since last I was here!" The group was giving her a weird look, not that she cared. After putting the dollar back in the drawer, she walked over to the bathroom and started knocking on the tiles. "Which tile was it again? Ah, there we go!" She started pulling to pull on one of the tiles, which surprisingly was loose. "Haha! Sticker stash still here!" It wasn't much of a stash - 3 mend and 2 fire stickers. But still, at least they had mend stickers now!
"Dudes, we have stickers!" she called out from the bathroom.
((Did she ever tell you her name? 'Cause I can't think of when...))
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 1:29 pm
Anatoly paused. "Or that." He walked over and inspected the stash. "What, is this some kind of safehouse or something?" he asked with a chuckle.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 1:40 pm
Sarah flinched at Anatoly's words, but otherwise gave no reaction. "You could say that." She passed the stickers to him, "My old man and I have gone through a couple of rough spots. Guess you could say this was home away from home." She actually gave a soft smile at the mention of her dad. "The old man's a hard-a**, but he's a good guy. Uncle Jimmy - the manager - hates give this room out. It's one of the worst in the whole damn place. No one's gonna come looking for us."
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 1:48 pm
Except the crazy government killers, Anatoly did not add cynically. "All right, let's get these Mends onto Blaine. By the way, I don't recall having caught your name...?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 2:07 pm
Sarah shrugged. "You never did. Name's Sarah McWinnigan." She looked at Blaine in the ice wheel chair and then at Nathan on the bed. "Mightn't you want to also help Nathan here?" Bleeding feet were just as bad as a wound dug to the bone.
She took off her gloves and helped with the two injured men.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 2:23 pm
"We just need to seal Blaine's leg a bit, I think, "Anatoly replied, taking one Mend mysticker. He grabbed a towel and wiped the blood from Blaine's leg, then set the Mend mysticker on the leg beside it. A quick trade caused the flesh to mend over the bone. He paused, trying to compare the energy cost of healing the leg wound to the life support he'd given his father... who had still yet to contact him....
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 7:11 pm
"I'll be okay for the moment," Nathan explained. "I just gotta stay in one place. Feet are pretty screwed up, but they'll work themselves out sooner than a huge gash. Internal bleeding might be nasty... but it shouldn't be that bad."
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 9:35 am
(I'm sorry about not being here the last week or so. All I'm going to say is that it's been a rough week and leave it at that. Also I've read everything to catch up, but I have no clue where I am, so since no one's mentioned since back when I was actually here I am now with Anatoly and gang. Also I'm leaving for the day, I don't know when I'll get back. If I picked the wrong place just tell me Joe and I'll change it.)
Mike had disappeared with the car after Anatoly had finished unloading it. He hadn't said a thing since they fled. He had been out of it the whole time, his face locked in an expression made up of anger and frustration. He was supposed to be stronger now, so why did he seem to keep feeling so much weaker than before. It just wasn't fair. He wanted power, but so far all he did was find that he was powerless. He picked up a couple of his hidden getaway bags and when he finally got back he was still thinking through all of this. He went to the room, and knocked on the door, after what seemed like a while he was finally let in. He fished through one of the bags and pulled out a couple of mend stickers before tossing both of them in the corner. He threw the stickers over to Nathan so he could heal too and then sat down against the wall, still deep in thought. Once everyone got back safely he was going to try and demand another mysticker, but he doubted that he would get it.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 10:21 am
Blaine was humming along as he was being healed. He was grateful for it, but was still out of it from the blood loss. He yawned. "Thanks." he said tiredly once they were finished.
He looked down at his leg and smiled, his eyes drooping.
He closed his eyes to fall asleep where he was.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 10:56 pm
Sarah worked to get Nathan's bloodied shoes off his feet. "s**t, man. What'd you do, kick a bomb?" His feet were swollen. And bloody. And swollen. Badly. "Damn...you realize that if we had waited any longer, you might've developed gangrene and we'd have had to cut off one of your feet?" She saw Nathan's shocked face and went back to helping his feet.
Once she'd finished what she could, she went to the bathroom to wash her hands. "So," she leaned on the wall looking at everyone. "Food and rest now, eh? We can figure out what the hell to do after getting some chow in our stomachs. At least for those of us who can eat," she half-smiled over at Blaine.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 8:09 am
"Yeah, now that we're not going anywhere the shoes are better off," Nathan muttered. It was nasty, but he had known it was bad. "I took the impact from a kinetics blast on my feet. The way those work... it doesn't make any sense. It imparted all of the force to my feet. If it were a real force, than it would have crushed everything in my entire body if I had been standing up, which it didn't seem to do to people who didn't appear to be protected. Oh well..."
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 2:07 pm
((In another time, in another place, I believe Bayer did indeed kick a bomb.
A crabomb, to be precise.))
"Who knows, man?" Anatoly replied, unbuttoning his shirt and heading towards the bathroom. "All I know is dibs on first shower. And we channel lightning, fire, and ice. But I do have dibs on first shower. Anyone needs to piss, last chance, I fully intend to look more wrinkled than your grandmothers by the time I leave the shower."
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 5:44 pm
((Haha, that was great xd .
My posting anywhere is going to be rather limited today as I'm busy fussing with my computer.))
Blaine began to snore.
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