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Post by Thoren on May 27, 2012 20:08:38 GMT -6
Caterina groaned, as she rolled on her back to let air travel into her lungs easily. She blinked a multitude of times checking to see if it was the lights of the train that had gone out or her eyes, seeing the glow of cell phones she knew it was just the lights. Carefully rolling onto her stomach, Caterina pushed herself up and groped around for her bag. She found Richie first, who was not moving much.
The teacher jumped a bit and began to rush to find her bag, but a slow and shaky hand stopped her panicking state of mind. When she did manage to get her bag, Caterina flashed her phone on and activate the flash light app she bought on a whim. The bright light showed that Richie had propped himself up on one of the poles and had smacked his head hard enough on the pole to cause him to bleed. "Oh my god! Rich, don't move."
The government teacher chuckled weakly, "I really can't Cat." Smiling, Caterina slowly stood up and rotated her phone around to see the damage. Seeing that there was a good amount of people who were slowly getting up with their phones flashing on, but there were few like Richie who were on the floor groaning in immense pain. A baby cried further down the cart, and a small woman started to freak out about the dark, trying to ignore the woman's yells, Caterina maneuvered to the window to see if any of the emergency lights were on in the tunnel. Nothing but the darkness greeted her eyes, turning back around she crouched to Rich to see if he was worsening.
With her biology skills she could tell, he needed medical attention. Remembering the last station they passed, it was a bit of a walk to the next station, and there might be an emergency exit to the surface; but Caterina didn't want to risk dragging Richie down the tracks to end up electrocuted or ran over by a train. She could by herself, if she turned off her phone so her eye could adjust to the dark so she could slip out without other people noticing her trying to leave. Weighing her options, she looked around, Caterina really didn't want to leave her friend behind. She did the only thing she could think of.
"Is there a doctor or someone with medical experience here?" She called around the car. Caterina noticed a person near her, thinking quickly she called over to him. "Sir! Sir, can you please help me!" |
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Post by The Arbiter on May 28, 2012 9:12:47 GMT -6
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Post by Midnight Visitor on May 28, 2012 9:33:44 GMT -6
Dean Grayson
d o o r b u s t e r Dean’s vision was swimming, even in the near darkness of the subway car. The floor stank of everything and anything mixed in a concoction of 'you’re gonna catch something if you stay down here'.
But he couldn’t manage to sit up. Perhaps he was a little more intoxicated than he thought. The soft glow of the emergency lights weren’t all that bad. Well, until some genius turned on his phone’s flashlight. Shit. There were already one too many shadows for his hazy mind to handle. But now?
“Fuck,” was all Dean could utter before turning over so that his cheek was pressed against the cold metal floor. I think I’ll just lie here… That line of thought lasted until some obnoxious women started wailing about needing help. No duh. They all needed help.
Finally feeling marginally better (seeing as the shadows were no longer dancing jigs and reenacting Shakespeare), he grabbed the nearest pole and slithered up it. Damn, why was he so out of it? His feet looked like a foreign land from up there; someplace he wasn’t fond of going to. Okay, pal, don’t fall now. That first step was the worst just because he was expecting to do a graceful swan dive back onto the floor. But no such public shame ensued. Walking became easier after the next few steps, which planted him in front of a pair of closed doors. Not for much longer though. Jamming two hands in between the rubber seal line, he managed to wedge the doors apart enough to squeeze his shoulder through. From there it was a simple act of leverage until he was able to make a large enough hole.
And then he realized something, as he looked back over his shoulder at the rest of the helpless occupants, he was the “sir”. Picking out who had thrown the "sir" at him was pretty simple, seeing as only one pair of (blue) eyes were trained on him. Was that stare really trying to relay as much BS emotion as possible to perhaps persuade him? Incredulous! Yeah, that would never work.
“Shit, woman. I ain’t no Sir and I sure ain't no Doc.” Right then and there, he was about to leave. But, thankfully, his mind was jumping ahead of him—for once, thinking about the what if’s. I don’t know where I am, is what his marvelous mind had to offer. It was true, he didn’t. It was a simple act of getting out of the subway but from there? He was new to this city and its streets so there was no illusion in his mind of how lost he would get.
Turning around, he addressed that same woman, “Hey, chickadee.” A pregnant pause injected itself, Dean’s mouth hanging open as he thought. Finally, he grimaced, “I need directions. Figured we could help each other out.”
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Post by The Arbiter on May 28, 2012 10:22:01 GMT -6
Effect: Dean, thanks to his many years of hard labor in the country and overall build, successfully opens the doors of the subway car.
Tank + Profession = Success [/u]
No further moderation required. Next Post: Player Bram Dennison is still incapacitated, and will be revived in two turns automatically. Valentine may post now.[/b][/color] |
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Post by Lotus on May 28, 2012 14:24:04 GMT -6
Vincent’s expression was grim as he stared up at the hospital, the stress from the day was still wearing down on him and more weight was added by the second as he entered the building. It goes without saying that he was rather shocked by the events that had happened today, though if his mind were clear he would remind himself that he had been through the same levels of stress before. He had shrugged those off before, but that was to be expected. Though it was always a little more stressful when people he knew, or may have known, were injured or worse. Having a slight distrust of hospitals from past experiences didn’t help in the slightest, but this wasn’t about him, his concern was the men that he knew were injured. As expectant the woman at the reception desk was no help to him in such a hectic time, so Vincent took to sitting down in the lobby and pretended to read an old newspaper. At least from here he might be able to see who was still being wheeled in.
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Post by Valentine on May 28, 2012 15:09:58 GMT -6
 7:39 PM | New York Presbyterian Hospital
They were both perfectly aware that they didn't have time to enjoy a single job well done. This reality was emphasized by the steadily growing roar of voices just outside the room as the hospital wing packed in more patients and personnel. If NYP was the biggest medical center on Manhattan, there was no telling how the rest of the city was faring. Jane figured that she wouldn't get to learn many details until the end of the frenzy, when she would finally be relieved of duty.
The temporary silence was thrown open with the door and shredded by the sudden voice of a doctor inserting himself into their presence. Jane turned to give him her focus and a nod of confirmation to his question. "I'll be with you right away, doctor. Royce," she stepped after the retreating medical coat as she sent a look back to her counterpart. "I'll cover this. See if Mr. Dennison will wake, okay?"
Royce's supportive grin stayed with her and she hurried next door. The young man was flanked on either side by the frantic doctor and a nurse, whose small frame couldn't quite hold back the patient's mad raving. Only when Jane had an iron grip on his shoulders did she get the opportunity to see what the doctor had been talking about-- the boy screamed incoherent words, making her turn her face to avoid the spray of saliva.
"Big guy" could have meant anything. It was hard to gather much from what the boy was going on about. More than likely, it could have been one of the students, possibly one of the larger students present in the mob. If the protesters had some sort of tank on their side, she feared for the rest of the officers being brought in. Jane's grip tightened gravely on his shoulders, knuckles white even after he started to slip into unconsciousness. Only when the lights were out did she release and step away, deaf to the thanks of the doctor.
As she returned to the hallway with the intent of checking on Royce and Bram, Jane had the oddly comforting idea that perhaps all of the chaos would be enough to get her to sleep again.
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Post by The Arbiter on May 28, 2012 16:43:26 GMT -6
Moderation for Valentine: Royce, despite his best efforts, was unable to resuscitate Bram; the man's condition did not worsen, but the fact that the officer would not awaken for some time was made quite clear. All the EMT could do was aid in the introduction of further patients to the ward.
NPC: Profession + Setup = Failure
As Jane left the crazed, unconscious boy, an unwanted and distinct feeling of dread encroached upon her; it felt foreign, and not of her own person, as though she were being molested even. As soon as it had arrived however, the intrusion of her being receded.
Effect: Jane has been made aware of something unsettling. The specifics of it are unknown to her, but she has gained increased awareness for the next three turns.
Jane Mercer: "Eagle-Eye" Trait for the three turns.
Moderation for Lotus: Within a few minutes of taking a seat, amidst the chaos a passing nurse eyed the fireman with intrigue; what on Earth was he up to, as he was evidently uninjured and in the emergency ward's lobby.
"Sir," the man inquired, "Are you looking for someone? Waiting? If not, I need you to move for other arrivals; this isn't exactly quiet-time."
Next Post: Bram Dennison will remain unconscious for the next turn, at which point he will awaken.
New Posting Order: Valentine, Lotus, Thoren, Midnight Visitor, Arbiter
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Post by Thoren on May 28, 2012 20:02:15 GMT -6
Caterina didn't even blanch when the man spoke to her in a strange manner. She actually slightly glared at the young man as she sized him up, even when he pried the subway doors open with his bare hands she kept a straight face, and inspection face. When he offered the deal of helping her if she guided him, she calculated the possibilities. If this guy was as strong as he looked, he might be able to carry Richie down to her stop or any emergency exit they come across with enough speed that would endanger them on the tracks. But with Richie's condition, she didn't want him being jostled around from moving him to a safe place, and even from little Italy, I was quite the walk to a clinic or hospital. She looked the younger man dead in the eye.
"Hold on," She knelt down to look at the government teacher, with her phone she examined the damage carefully and quickly. Sighing she looked over to an older couple and quickly whispered to them. "Can you do me a favor and keep him awake, he needs to stay conscious." The older couple hesitantly nodded yes to her, it was the best she could do for now. Standing up and looking at the man again she explained her part of the deal. "Listen, its a little under a quarter of a mile to the next station. If you promise to help me if the shit hits the fan out there I'll take you there if. Just make sure that you can keep up."
All Caterina wanted to do was get to the surface and find some one to help them in this situation. "Are we clear?" |
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Post by The Arbiter on May 28, 2012 20:58:59 GMT -6
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Post by Midnight Visitor on May 28, 2012 21:37:13 GMT -6
Dean Grayson
b a g g a g e - c a r r i e r “Yeah-yeah. Whatever. Just get your rear in gear.” With little much else to say, Dean bent down and threw her male friend over one shoulder none too softly. Standing back up was a job though. Not because of the extra weight but because, when he reached the zenith of his height, his vision suddenly blacked out. Shit, he was probably dehydrated. Guess he could expect his skull to be invaded by a headache any second now.
Squeezing through the door was a clumsy matter seeing as Dean was actually trying not to ruff the man up more than he was already. Trying; certainly not succeeding. One particular bang alerted Dean to a slip up that made him grimace. “Whoops. Hope he doesn’t have a concussion now…” Adjusting the man’s weight, he jumped down with a huff before waiting for the princess to climb down after him.
There was next to no light in the tunnel, which caused Dean to hesitate before continuing along the train’s destined path. “Yo, Chickadee. Light!” He ordered, knowing she had a cell phone somewhere on her person.
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Post by Lotus on May 28, 2012 22:51:02 GMT -6
His train of thought was broken easily as the nurse approached him, and he swallowed lightly as he took in the situation he had gotten himself into. He cleared his throat and stood quickly and looked to the other man. “Ah no, I’m not exactly waiting for anyone.” He said as he looked at the scene around him and sighed a bit. While he didn’t know anyone personally he was still concerned, and it seemed that he had only managed to get himself in the way of things. “If you need any assistance at all I’d gladly lend a hand. I know this isn’t exactly protocol…” He stepped out of the way and looked at the injured as they were brought in, a slight frown formed on his face as he did so. |
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Post by The Arbiter on May 29, 2012 11:17:29 GMT -6
Moderation for Midnight Visitor: No moderation required. Continue
Moderation for Lotus: No moderation required. Continue.
Next Post: Bram Dennison will be resuscitated on his next turn. Valentine posts next.
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Post by Valentine on May 29, 2012 12:46:12 GMT -6
New York Presbyterian Hospital
The hallway was brimming by the time Jane stepped into it, threatening to overflow with the chaotic buzz of voices. Above the others she could hear those of the hospital attendants whose controlled words tried to keep some semblance or order in the ward. Jane took a step forward to tug on a nurse's sleeve, pulling her out of the way of another EMT that rushed by with a gurney. The last thing they needed was a clumsy mess in the middle of the path.
It was all hive mind at this point. Everyone was talking and interacting but no one was actually seeing each other. The nurse had barely noticed that she had been moved, and had rushed back into the fray without a word. People were focused on their jobs or their wounds and didn't have focus for much else.
For the first time that day, even if just for a moment, Jane was not part of that hive mind. A chill crawled its way up her spine, something of a much deeper cold than the sterile temperature of the hospital. Those few moments in the hall brought a sort of haunting upon her. Her mind felt stretched and fiddled with, pulled to odd limits and tinging at something sinister...
It was absurd. She couldn't go letting her insomnia affect her at such a crucial time. Years ago she had always felt strange after a couple days of no sleep; she was used to it. She would get over it. And yet, it was pulling...like a taint. Drawing her in, forcefully--she wasn't scared. She couldn't be. There was no way--she needed--ice. More ice. For Bram. Focus.
Knowing Royce was still working with the patient, Jane checked her watch and ran for the lobby to have one of the nurses grab her a few more ice bags from the freezer. The bags were deposited in her arms as quickly as possible, but as she turned back, she heard a crash that made her heart drop in her chest with the sharp pang of irony. Jane spun to see that two gurneys had collided, one T-boning the other and spilling the screaming patients onto the floor--adding way to much to the chaos already at hand.
It was easy to find a target. Jane ran up to a particularly lost-looking man in the corner of the lobby and immediately dumped the ice bags into his unsuspecting grasp. "If you're going to loiter, you're going to run an errand for me. Please take these to room 108. An EMT named Royce Mason will be there. Assist him. Thank you!" Without waiting for a response, she slid back over to assist the nurses with the fallen patients.
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Post by The Arbiter on May 29, 2012 14:21:57 GMT -6
Valentine: No moderation required. Continue.
Thoren: As Dean and Caterina lowered themselves out of the train and onto the tracks, several passengers in the car, tired of waiting, followed them down, muttering about the relative darkness of the tunnel and the awkward, rancid stench of wet bedrock and limestone.
As Caterina and Dean descended, both became aware of a peculiar light emanating from the distant shadows to their rear. It was a deep red. Oily in nature, if such can be said of light. It was so deep, in fact, that it seemed to be swallowed by the darkness. Unmistakably, however, one could see the flicker of shadows cast by the source.
Effect: Caterina is fully aware of the presence of the light source in the tunnel, but unknowing of its nature. Dean, due to his hampered senses, it only vaguely aware of a faint light to the rear.
Next post: Thoren
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Post by Thoren on May 30, 2012 20:29:52 GMT -6
As Her feet touched the cement floor of the tunnel, Caterina couldn't help but glare at the young man; granted he was helping her but after picking up Richie after she got a couple to watch over him and jostle him around in his condition. It just made her blood boil, she even wanted to just run off into the darkness and leave the idiot behind, but he had Richie. Sucking in her pride she examined the area of what she could see with her eyes that were now adjusted to the light, and what she saw was not comforting.
The red light that from the end of the tunnel gave her chills, the oily nature only added to that feeling. Looking back to the man who had her friend over his shoulder, she dug for her cell phone and began lightly jogging on her toes between the tracks towards the station in Little Italy. Using her grandfather's training, she began to ease herself into a fast enough pace that she wouldn't tire herself out, even in heels. She turned her head to see if the guy was following her. Only to call back to him as she took her long strides.
"You want to get out of this shit hole so fast keep up!" |
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