Welcome to Gaia! ::

(( rofl LOL me too! xd ))

-turning slightly so he could face her, he rolls his eyes and looks at her-

I suggest you let the woman breathe and return on her own. The only thing I can tell you is that she has one sole destination in mind-The MW. What I don't understand is how you were able to infiltrate the ladies circle, and yet learn nothing about their habits? True, you've never been on previous missions with any of them before this one, but I know that they all at least incorporate a few of their habits in their real lives.

-an orderly knocks on the door and comes in, rolling in a cart with two covered trays on it. Pushing the cart next to the bed, the orderly uncovers the trays as Flame stands. He looks over the meals to make sure they weren't something old or just thrown together. Satisfied with what he sees, he takes the cart from the man and nods his head, wheeling it over to the couch. He positions the cart in front of the couch in the middle, splitting between him and dame. Sitting down, he grabs his plate and a fork, digging in-

{{and that folks is it until tomorrow. Falling asleep as we speak and I have to go to work early tomorrow. Nights}}

*As Brat slips in to the shower, Ghost takes the information she's been studying, and heads off to make the most of the day light. She finds the house she's looking for and begins to tour around each room.*

((Good Lord, Ghost! What are you going to do to the poor woman! eek gonk rofl ))

As soon as the food comes and dame smells the mouth watering aroma, her stomach lets off a giant growl and her mouth starts watering. She wipes off a bit of drool from the corner of her mouth and starts eating the food ravenously. A few minutes later, a nurse comes in and asks if he can redress any wounds, eyeing dame, who was shoveling food in her mouth like a pig, a faint smirk on his face.

"Hm? neutral " dame looks up and registers what he said then glances over at her shoulder. The bandage is stained brown. "Huh, guess it really did rip open when Icy threw me to the floor," she shrugs and switches the fork to her other hand, holding out her injured arm to him and trying to eat with her off hand...very awkwardly. The man smirks bigger and goes over to the first aid kit to get supplies.

He gingerly takes dame's arm and unwinds the gauze, getting glimpses down her shirt as he does, every time she leans over to take a bite. He grins lewdly at Flame and takes his time bandaging her, really enjoying the view when she drops some food on her chest and dips her head down to lick it off. dame, too into her food, doesn't even notice. When he finishes bandaging, he rubs her arm, "Is there anything else I can get you, sweetie?" He glances at Flame briefly, "sir?"

dame shakes her head, swallowing a bite, "I...I don't think so." The girl takes another large bite as he continues to caress her arm and then says while chewing, "Oh! Can I have some juice, please?" She swallows and looks up at him with a polite smile. biggrin "Sure thing, honey," he glances down her shirt again and moves behind her, starting to rub her shoulders, "There's nothing else I can get you?"

" neutral confused Uh...," she cranes her neck up to look at him, "Just the juice, please?" dame gives him big green eyes, "I'm really thirsty." He smiles down at her, takes another peek and the exits the room. dame shovels another mouthful and raises her eyebrow, confused , "That was odd," she comments, mouth full of food.

((Hm. Apparently damey DOES have a one-track mind...foodfoodfoodfoodfood!))

*As Psyzapp's Mother arrives in her bedroom to retire for the evening, she lets her hair down and retrieves her hairbrush to keep her nightly regiment of 200 strokes through her long now salt and pepper hair. She goes over to her dressing table as she starts to count the strokes and abruptly stops and turns pale as she sees a photo of her only daughter in obvious distress tucked on the frame of the mirror. She drops the brush and rushes to the mirror yanking the image off of the mirror so she can examine it further. She doesn't recognize the surroundings that she can barely make out. The background is poorly lit giving her no idea where this photo could have been taken.

Distressed about the image itself, it dawns on her that someone must have put this image there for her to see and she becomes even more alarmed. Quickly, she grabs her hair combs, puts her hair back up and immediately tries to call her daughter.*

((Continued in the MW thread wink ))

*She takes a drink of her coffee and dials a number on her phone, frustrated that she hasn't been able to locate Icy and wanting to get the show on the road.* Nothing, absolutely nothing. I know she's good, but someone has to have seen her. She has to be getting papers and supplies from someone. stare

*The response she receives irritates her. The Russians have contacts in Switzerland and should be able to find something. Once Icy's in Italy, maybe not so much. With Paulie's death, a few of the Italians tried to put it off on Ivan even though nothing about the incident fit with his style. She slams the phone shut and finishes her coffee.*

*As Icy makes her way to the area where she is likely to find what she needs, she catches the attention of a tall blonde man who has spent much of the last day looking for just this lady. He approaches her cautiously, forewarned she may be armed to the teeth.* Privyet, Lil has message for you, *he whispers as he walks slowly by her. He continues walking slowly past, waiting for her to catch up.*