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 Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 11:23 pm
Janani looks at Cross, confused. The dressing was strange, as it is. Why did he have that string of clothe? She blinks a few times, not knowing that he intends to create a sling nor what that even is. She does come closer, nonetheless. She knows better than to sit in any human-made chair or barstool because of one, simple reason. Janani would cause it to splinter and fall apart. She has no idea why, but she can't alter her form or size, at the moment.
What is it, Cross?
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 11:27 pm
er.. *cross gets a chair and moves it next to her... then climbs up on it and gently takes her right wrist* now then, I'm gonna lift thissen up and tie this cloth about it to support it.... you'll just cause ye'self more harm if ye let it hang like that, savy?
*he waits for her response before cotinueing*
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 11:38 pm
Aaahhhhhh-ehhhhhhhh!
Janani's scream of pain is short lived as her lower lip quivers and she takes hold of it with her teeth. She hadn't expected Cross to do that. Then again, she's never had a wound treated this way. She's used to a Heal Binder using binding to heal a wound. She never even expected to survive this one for as long as she has. Janani watches Cross work. She has no idea what to expect.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 11:44 pm
Shh shhhh lass
*cross finishes fitting the sling*
its a'right there.. all better.. *he steps off the chair and offers her a smile... that should keep ye for a little while at least...
*he then moves over to the bar and pulls out an apple brandy*
and this should feel nice n'warm on th'inside.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 11:56 pm
Oh! Is it human alcohol?
Janani seems, almost, genuinely giddy. She likes alcohol; though, she'll never get to experiance being drunk. The Celestial Shard body just...doesn't become drunk. She smiles as she watches Cross. Terrace, her brother, was always interested in experiancing the world like humans. Janani is partial to the foods humans have, especially alcohol. She's thankful for Cross making her right arm feel a bit better. The sling really helps, but she has no name for it.
Oh...by the way...what do you call this? Why is my shoulder wrapped in clothe like this...? I don't understand...
((Could you puppetmaster me to my room? I've got to go to bed, now.))
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2005 12:01 am
Its a sling, lass... and those are bandages... *he looks at her up and down.* I gather ye don't get hurt much where ye come from.... so lets say this.. th'bandages keep ye from bein' hurt mor'en y'are and th'sling also helps with keeping yer arm in place so it doesn't pull on th'wounds too much....
its not much... but its better'n nothin'
but really lass, ye should get get some rest... here.... take yer key from that board.. should have yer name on it
*he unconsciously fingers his key in his pocket running his thumb over the name there.*
Got yer key? goo'don then.. right.... now follow me if ye will
*EXIT CAPTAIN MERCUTIO CROSS + JANANI TO GUESTROOMS*
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2005 6:42 pm
*Luana fades into the main room, dressed in her standard t-shirt and jeans, only without the chalk dust. In her left hand is a graphing calculator, and she taps the keys with her right. Her eyes are glued to the screen, and she doesn't even notice that she is now in the Brink.*
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2005 6:46 pm
:::Kara fades into the brink mid-order:::
...mand that it be cold this ti- me... :::She looks around to see who else is there and finds someone she doesn't consider familar. She ran through the possibilities of what character she may be leaving out, but can't think of a red head brinkster from her stories...:::
:::She walks up to the girl, and says flatly,::: Who are you?
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2005 6:52 pm
*Luana, startled, nearly launches her calculator at the sound of Kara's voice. She looks up, realizes where she is, and closes her calculator.*
I- I'm Luana. *offers her hand* Might I ask your name?
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2005 6:54 pm
:::Kara doesn't take the hand, and walks right by her, mumbling:::
Like I thought, nobody.
:::She goes to the bar, and sits down, as though someone's going to serve her if she waits long enough:::
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2005 6:59 pm
*Luana drops the hand and takes a couple of steps as if following.*
*offended* Well, hey! If either of us is a nobody, it must be you, Miss No-name. I don't know where you're from, but where I come from that was rude.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2005 7:03 pm
:::She rolls her eyes, and sighs...like why is she talking to me? She starts looking at her nails and wishing she had a cold drink:::
Like it matters...
:::She gets a thought, and though her head stays where it is, her eyes blink over to Luanar::: Hey, wait, you don't happen to know how to get a drink from this place would you?
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2005 7:06 pm
*Luana crosses her arms.* I might, but I don't tend to like to do things for people I don't know.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2005 7:10 pm
:::She was obviously from the past somewhere, and Kara pondered for a few minutes about how she might blame the girl for not knowing the future...she had a couple ideas, but none of them worth arguing:::
Uhg... :::she was frustrated:::
You're obviously from a time and civilation waaaay before mine. Naturally, I don't need any introduction, but because of your obvious lack of information... I'm Kara, first daughter of the Revolution. Where is there wine here?
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2005 7:14 pm
*Luana smiled slightly.* That's better.
*She walks behind the bar and finds the wines.* They must have everything back here... Merlot work for you, Kara?
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