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 Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 11:41 pm
The bleeding, indeed, begins to slow. That pistol wouldn't do much, despite Cross' good intentions in using it. It looks like she's about to nod off. It does appear her body is beginning to do its job. Janani still wimpers her brother's name, from time to time, lost in a half-asleep, dillussional state.
Mommy and Daddy miss you... You should really go back...
Janani then leans towards Cross. She has no idea that Cross is not TSL, her brother, and could easily crush him with her shear bulk if she didn't stop due to her wings catching something. She then falls into a deep slumber. Obviously, there's nothing stopping her this time.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 11:48 pm
Lass..? LASS? *he checks checks her heartbeat... and her breathing.. both seemed to have drawn back to normal... he slips backwards.... on his readr*
Cross lad..... ye've done it...... *he intones then stands up..... he is covered in blood and so he leans in close and whispers* Rest there lass... I'll be back in short time.... he then turns on his heal and grabs his key off the board.. then heads for the guestrooms... his pistol tucked back in his belt*
*EXIT CAPTAIN MERCUTIO CROSS TO GUEST ROOMS*
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 11:53 pm
As Cross leaves, Janani's wings lose hold of whatever it is they came across. She slumps against the ground with a loud thud. Fortunately, she doesn't land hard enough, for her race, to reopen the wound. She seems to be sound asleep. Cross managed to save her from too much blood-loss. Janani mutters about her parents and brother from time to time. Her precious Cat Plushie is soaked in blood. She grips WhiteRose as tightly as she can, which isn't much considering.
((G'night! I have to go to bed, now. I'll leave you to care for her. You be nice!))
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 12:06 am
((No worries^_^))
*ENTER CAPTAIN MERCUTIO CROSS FROM GUEST ROOMS*
*cross rushes back in and removes his coat from her.... glad to see her jostling hadn't reopened her wounds, he dresses them with he clean linens..... wrapping them around her body as best he can.... he then trys to shift her... but she ways far too much...... he thinks darkly that he could use a tenth of Cora's strength at the moment... but he shakes the thought off and quickly works to get her into a reasonably comfortable position....
He places the down pillows under her head then drapes the covers over her.... glad he brought two... as her hight was too much for but one blanket..
after checking to make sure she was breathing ok... he takes a seat..... feeling rather exhausted and overwhelmed*
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 8:28 pm
*cross blinks awake then looks aound* er... right.. *the angel was still unconscious on the floor and it appeared that some time had passed...* Ye've got t'stop doin' this t'yerself, mate. *he intones to himself as he stands up. He stretches and his back pops audibly... he then swaggers over to Janani' blanket layden form and checks her over. he draws back the blanket and checks her wounds... then, as carefully as he can, he changes her dresings and covers her back up... not wanting to disturb her anyfuther than that..*
*he starts to move away and then notices the blood soaked cat plush and bends down to pick it up*
'Ello there...
*the cat plush does not respond*
Looks like ye could use a bit o' a bath..
*cross glances over at the partly full bottle of vodka on the table and walks over to it..... he picks it up, and with the cat plush tucked under his arm, heads out the door to the guest rooms.*
*EXIT CAPTAIN MERCUTIO CROSS TO GUEST ROOMS*
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 9:04 pm
The veil of sleep begins to slowly lift after WhiteRose is taken by Cross. She may not know that he took it, but she'll be finding out her Cat Plushie is gone, soon. As her eyes flutter open, she begins to realize where she is. Jolting up, her left hand quickly rushes to her right shoulder. Her sudden movement had jostled her wounded joint and sore muscles.
The...Brink? How...How did I get here?
Janani looks around and tries to bring her precious WhiteRose closer to her chest. After a moment of failed attempts she searches the ground. Her eyes go wide as she can't find her Cat Plushie! She looks, desperately, around the room, but she can't remember what happened. She remembers a demon confronting her and attacking... The wound...it hurt... It wouldn't stop bleeding! Janani begins to breath in a ragged fashion. She's scared...real scared.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 9:10 pm
((darn I was hoping I would get back before you woke up^_^; wink )
*ENTER CAPTAIN MERCUTIO CROSS FROM GUESTROOMS*
*Cross makes his way into the guest rooms then notes the condition of his "patient"*
Blighter! she's awake *he rushes over to her, setting the cat plush down on the table next to her* Lass, are ye alright? don't try t'move... ye've had a bad spill o' some sort... er.... right.. just keep still.. *he says eyeing her... hoping she wouldn't break open her wounds..... they might need stitching.. but he wasn't sure...*
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 9:17 pm
((Nah. This is more interesting wink ))
Janani's top about half falls off as her left hand loosens from her shoulder, slightly. She wouldn't notice or care, really. She only wears clothes because she's among humans. She blinks between WhiteRose and Cross before returning her full attention to the pirate captain of days long gone by. She was young, by Celestial Shard standars, when his kind roamed the open seas.
How did...you get the bleeding to stop?
Okay. It's a good sign that Janani's calm. She seems about ready to cry, though. She's feeling a lot of pain. She's scared. What could have done this to her? Janani looks so strong. She looks able to crush just about anybody by simply falling on them, yet...she still managed to get a cut that deep...that bloody. The fact that she's surprised that the bleeding was even able to stop might be a clue. The dressing of wounds would seem strange to Janani. She doesn't notice that her jacket is all but rags hanging off her shoulders, her shirt but a few pieces of ripped cloth, and her pants are barely holding together. It looks like she should be cut and scraped all over, but it's the wound on her right shoulder seems to be the only thing showing up.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 9:49 pm
*cross motions towards his blood soaked long coat which lies in a crumpled heap on a chair* I just disinfected ye and pushed.... er.... I credit you tho, lass.. yer a fighter, I'll give ye that...
*he looks her over* hmmm ye look in need of some new clothes... ye might be able to find some in yer room though... *
He looks thoughtful then thinks back to the plush*
OH! here, I've got som'thin' for ye.... she was ..er.. pretty well stained... and I'm not the best at washin' dollies but...
*he turns and holds the cat plush out to her... the new ppink ribbon around its neck matcung the few pinkish spots that he couldn't completely clean*
Right as rain.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 9:59 pm
Dis...infected? We Shards may be strong, but not a one has survived a wound...caused the way mine was...
Trailing off, Janani sees WhiteRose. She doesn't even finish her thoughts, completely, before grabbing her Cat Plushie and squeezing it for all its worth. She hugs it close to her chest, having paid little mind to what Cross said about her clothes. The fact that she'd rather be naked wouldn't help, much. With a grin, Janani looks back to Cross.
THANK YOU!! I'll just bind the rest of the blood away ^_^
Janani brings her good, left hand to WhiteRose. She's grinning away as...nothing happens. She waits several moments before her right eye, followed by her left eye, peek open. Her Cat Plushie isn't clean, yet... Why hadn't the binding worked? Shaking her head, Janani tries again. Blinking, she looks at Cross. Three thoughts are fresh in her mind.
I can't bind... Clothes? Room?
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 10:20 pm
Keys.
*Cross points to the board*
That way
*he points towards the guest rooms*
Now I don't like the Idear of movin ye.... but its better'en leavin' ye on th'floor, savy?
*He extends his arm to her... though by his reckoning, he'd be hard pressed to put most of the effort into getting her up...*
er... whats this binding?
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 10:35 pm
Smirking, Janani, kindly, refuses the captain's offer. Her gargantuan hands easily move him aside. As she's forcing herself up, the rags of clothing she has remaining fall off. She's left in her undergarments (and, no, I'm not changing meh avi >_> ). She doesn't even make an attempt to reach for the blanket for cover. It's primarily because she doesn't notice it. She can't really tell the differances in temperature. Janani answers Cross with a bit of forced breath as she nears standing up, completely.
Binding is, simply, binding... You gather energy and...attach it. I can make my Cat Plushie "come to life" by binding. Oh! Cap'n, I don't think ye be moving any 600lb lass.
Janani giggles, slightly, at using such olden words in her sentance. She makes a slight moan of pain as the giggle causes her body to shake, slightly, causing her sore muscles to become jostled. She rolls her eyes at her forgetfulness of what happened. That demon came after her because she holds the Lunaris surname... Janani Waystar...she's the holder of the globe... It's not something a human woul deasily understand, so she doesn't bring that up. In fact, she doesn't bring anything up at all. She looks pained, and she needs time to recover from getting up after such a long time laying or sitting.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 10:56 pm
er... can I get ye anythng lass? water'er som'thin'?
*cross winces as she moans in pain.... having been badly injured a few times himself, he knew what it was like to feel that way. he averts his eyes a little as her clothes fall away and instead studies the wrack of booze behind the bar.*
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 11:00 pm
Sure... Any drink will do...
Janani brings her left hand to her forehead. She focuses her eyes on the bar. The object is large and simple enough not to strain her mind, too much. Her right arm hangs, limp, at her side. She begins walking forward at an incredibly slow pace. Of course...her slow stride would be a normal one for a human.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 11:07 pm
*cross looks at her arm and sighs*
here lass, first things first
*he goes over to his pile of "bandages" and findes a good long piece... waiting for her to sit down at te bar before aproaching her....*
For your arm,
*he says holding up the strip with the intent of makeing a crude sling*
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