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 Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 10:35 pm
Kira was greatly surprised when she was pushed backwards, and stumbled. She let out a cry of pain as her bare foot came down on a shard of the glass bottle. She limped her way carefully to a place to sit, and then pulled her foot up to inspect the sole. There was a rather large piece of glass burying itself in her foot, and gods did it hurt!
Tears streamed down her cheek from the pain, but she said nothing, not wanting to get anyone else's misplaced anger.
Koorie had fully ignored Anya, moving herself back to her hidden area. Once Sam had left, Koorie cast one last glance at Kira, then decided she was imobalized and luckily wouldn't be following Koorie back to her room. Making her departure quick, she silently strode down the halls, returning to her room.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 11:30 pm
"Yeah, you do that," she snapped back at Phil sharply.
Samantha had been so concerned with her irritation with the janitor that she'd failed to actually check on Kira to see if the poor girl was okay. Already stalking back towards Shawn when she heard the cry of pain, she cringed, both visibly and internally. She was afraid to look back, but she couldn't do otherwise. The sight made her chest ache with a combination of empathy and guilt.
Cursing under her breath, she rushed over to Shawn for a moment. "Shawn, I'm sorry, I've got to take care of something first. We'll meet up later to talk, I promise. If you still want to, of course. If there's something wrong with your room, feel free to go to mine. It's easy enough to find, #001." Without waiting for an answer, perhaps she was afraid to, she turned and dashed off again, heading straight for the injured Kira.
A primary glance at the injury made even Samantha cringe...and she'd seen more than her share of injuries. "s**t...dammit, I am so sorry...I never meant to..." This was far from the fiery young woman out for others' blood earlier. She was distressed, concerned, and a bit shaken. She wasn't hiding any of it either.
Crouching down, she muttered another apology, though it never seemed to be enough. "Please...let me help you. It can't make up for what I've done, but I won't leave with you like this." The feelings of guilt alone were making her chest hurt and her stomach was churning with unease.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 12:19 am
Anya Ran over to Kira she had herd the cry of pain. her brown slippers had stuf fon them so they would not slip on the smoth tile. As she came up to Kira the firery red head looked worried. "Angel umm you stay right here I got some bandades and other stuff that may help you with that. I know it is good stuff because Mr lions friends gave it to me. here Teddy keep Angel compony while I get the stuff." Anya left her stuffed teaurse sitting next to kira befor she ran off to her room.
She ran past Sam though she did not say anything wanting to help Kira. getting to her room she graded a red bag that she had kept on the small tabloe in it was all the medical stuff that she had been given to use. takeing it with her she ran to the cafe and running over to Kira and Sam getting there only to miss step with her slippers so that they slipped on the tile causeing her to slid forward in to the table hitting it with a thump.
"I am ok." anya said as she held out the bag. "here Glinda use this on Angels wounds"
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 8:07 am
Even through the pain, Kira managed to give both Anya and Sam a smile. "I'll be alright, really." Sucking in a bit of air as she stood, she made sure to keep light on her right foot, the one with the glass jabbed into it. "I just hope the infirmary is open this late at night."
She then gave Sam a charming smile. "You should go get some rest, you look live you'd have a really long day." She then turned to Anya. "And YOU, young lady, look like you've had a rough day of spills. Both of you should go get some sleep."
She managed to hobble over to Phil and grab his elbow. Despite Sam's warning, Phil was a friend, and she trusted him. "Mind helping me out?" She asked him, wiping away the last of her tears. It hurt, but she could get through it.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 10:58 pm
Eliana meanwhile held no regard for the players on the sidelines. She stalked directly over to Phil as the Hakan brat made her exit, grip tightening on the broken bottle in her hand until her knuckles went white. Even behind her slitted contacts, her eyes were icy and full of the closest estimation of fury one would see from the street-wise punk while she retained control of herself. She kept her voice low, if venomous.
"Where in hell do you get off interfering like that, you son of a Houndoom? This was none of your business and I'd suggest that you keep your nose out of it next time." Lowering her voice still further to an almost-whisper, Eliana muttered harshly, "If I have to, I'll make a deal with you. You stay out of my business, and I'll stay out of yours. I can't say I'm happy about this, but neither of us will come of any good at this current rate."
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 3:10 pm
Phil glanced at Kira oddly, wincing. Ouch. "Should have held on tighter to me, I..." He was about to help her, but Eliana's approach sparked his danger receptors. "Hold on Kira, I'll page medical staff." His radio squawked as he hit the speak button, and he muttered into it. "Phil here. Clean-up in aisle three. Get some MD's down to the Ground floor Foodzone. One of the real ones, thank you. Dr. Grebdioz should be on duty. I'll handle the bloodstains." He looked at Kira apologetically, though there was something funny about the way he shrugged. It seemed sincere but also lighthearted..?
No time for that, here comes Little Miss Sunshine.
He turned to face Eliana. Phil's look was one of ease, in perfect contrast to Eliana's cold fury. "You think this is none of my business?" He shook his head. "You don't know squat about my business. The deal sounds reasonable, but I know we'll cross paths far more often than this."
Phil's air of enigma seemed to grow as he spoke. "You think these people are your lab-rats to play around with?" He looked at her, his eyes seeming to pierce into her thoughts. He wondered if the staff were busying themselves psychologizing the incident at that moment. "I'm afraid you're not the only one allowed to have fun with them. And while I'm interested in what you'd gain out of your business, I doubt it mutually benefits me in any way. Handouts of alcohol, priveliges, getting drunk off your own power, maybe? I don't care for it. Might work for you but I don't beg for scraps from any master." Phil leaned easily on his broom, but he held it ready to swing. Quietly enough so nobody else heard, he added, "While your little games amuse me, remember that however you think you're placed amongst these pawns, you're still serving under somebody. Something I'm sure you're quite experienced at." He smirked lewdly.
"But when you go off and hurt my business? No way. I work for myself. I answer to myself. I don't have to cling to rewards handed to me by my masters. So I have to protect my income."
Odd words for a janitor, perhaps.
"My rewards are real." He grinned shrewdly. "Maybe I could hook you up with some of them if you 'served under me', or something."
Phil left her guessing as to how stopping the fight would benefit him in any way. Perhaps it did or didn't, or maybe he was genuinely hitting on Sam. The look he wore on his face suggested the latter.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 4:14 pm
Effectively...and perhaps unknowingly...Phil had hit on the one sure-fire way to get under Eliana's skin and break her normally controlled demeanor. Her voice carried a steely edge, though it was obvious she was struggling to keep herself restrained, at least a bit.
"My motives and benefits are none of your damn business, lowlife. I'll do what I please and to who I please, and I'm not about to let some sicko like you stand in my way. I serve no one, least of all anyone in this dump, so you'd best keep a civil tongue in your head. If you're even capable of that."
She was practically snarling now, not caring who heard. She was getting careless and she knew it. Her grip was almost painful on the broken bottle and she glanced down, seriously considering for a moment....no, too many witnesses. Too much trouble. Later, in a more quiet place, perhaps...
"I get the feeling you don't have nearly the benefits you believe you do," she responded in a cooler voice, eyes still narrowed dangerously. "Remember, even a pawn can put a king in checkmate if the game is played correctly. Watch your step, if you value your so-called benefits, that is."
Without warning, she threw the remainder of the beer bottle forcefully at Phil and Kira's feet, grinning as it shattered on the hard floor, leaving shards of glass everywhere. "Seems you have some cleaning to do, janitor," she shot back, turning and stalking away carelessly, the glass fragments crunching beneath her boots.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 5:45 pm
Instinctevly, as soon as Kira heard the bottle shater, she covered her face. That didn't save her from being hurt, however. Her grip tightened and tears sprung to her eyes again as shards of glass ricocheted off the ground and dug into her bare legs. She let out a soft cry of pain, biting her lip hard as the pain shot through her.
She felt her legs tremble a bit, and wanted to badly to sit down. She knew better, though, than to do so while there were glass shards on the ground. "Gods damn, this hurts...." She whispered, more to herself than to anyone else, squeezing her eyes closed, sobs of pain starting to escape her.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 1:53 am
The janitor listened to Eliana's tirade quietly, his expression suggesting boredom, and (when Eliana ranted about serving nobody) a hint of derision. She thinks I work for benefits? He concealed his amusement behind his bored expression.
Phil didn't flinch as the glass flicked harmlessly off his work pants. He eyed the retreating figure, whose parting, petty act of violence did actually annoy him a bit. The wench. "Well, I guess that's my job." He muttered. "I guess I know where to go when I want help overblowing metaphors about board games beyond their usefulness." He wondered to himself what she was up to.
Still, overall, Phil believed he'd come out on top this time. This time.
He watched the vile woman leave, thinking to himself.
After a moment he snapped around, walked away from the broken glass and kicked the nearest couch towards Kira, the cushioned furniture item shuddering in protest as it was never designed to roll. "Rest on that, Kira, don't try to pull the glass out of your foot, a doctor will be here soon." His voice sounded distracted, as though something had just occurred to him. He swept at the broken glass without really looking at what he was doing, his hands automatically performing the task it had done several times before. When it had collected in a pile away from everyone else, he wandered off, muttering to himself, while he got the dustpan. He paused on the way out, passing Kira. "Kira, better use this again." He tossed her another handkerchief, this one was black in colour but clearly quite sterile. "You can staunch the bleeding until the doc gets here." He grinned at her like her getting injured wasn't his fault at all, before striding for the door.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 8:30 am
Kira leaned back in the couch that was kicked over, trying her best to not cry and whimper. Her ankles and lower legs hurt something feirce with the tiny shards in them. She looked up at Phil as he first started to speak to her, and tilted her head to the side; he sounded as if he were distracted, like he wasn't even there.
"Phil...? Are you alright?" She called after him, using the handkerchief carefully and wincing every once in a while. She wasn't sure if he could hear her, but it was worth the try.
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