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Post by Riley Jones on Apr 23, 2017 22:18:38 GMT -5
| The man that she had stabbed was advancing on her and Riley had no doubt in her mind about what he wanted to do to her. Death certainly wasn't on her to-do list, at least not yet. The only reason she didn't turn and run was because he would chase her, which meant that Logan would have to chase him and it was all around inconvenient. She took another step back and then ... It all seemed to happen in slow motion. Suddenly Logan was in front of her. The unnamed man was reaching for her. And then... A sliced throat was never clean. It was messy. Blood arcs and splatters everywhere. She'd been calle out to murder scenes before to retrieve bodies and she'd seen the mess that a sliced throat could leave behind. Seeing the spray of blood on walls and ceilings was not something that anyone could easily forget. She certainly hadn't. So when Logan sliced through the man's throat and severed his jugular she ended up sprayed with blood, too. It splattered across her face and shirt, ran in rivulets down her neck and chest. Riley was not one to get queasy easily. She was not one that was grossed out easily. She had been bled on, puked on, spit on, and had to handle other bodily fluids But the thick, iron scent and taste of blood was enough to make her stomach churn uneasily. It took her a few minutes to recompose herself, and by the time that had happened Logan had already gotten his moonshine back and was drinking it. She looked at him for a moment then turned and walked back to where she had dropped the linen sheets when the first man -- or was it the second? -- had grabbed her. There were a few marks on them from the dirt but otherwise they were clean .... until she hastily wiped her face to get the blood off of her. But she could still taste it in her mouth, so she turned and walked quickly to Logan, took the bottle from him, and started drinking it. The nail polish remover taste of the moonshine was far better than the taste of blood. "." |
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Post by Logan Street on Apr 23, 2017 22:36:52 GMT -5
It's Time To Forget Logan seemed in autopilot, taking a swig before she snatched it from him and he just let her take it. Spitting out the booze after swishing it in his mouth, and what came back was crimson against the dirt ground. He was looking at the body of the man, the blood still slightly pumping out of the red gash at his throat.
“Fuck.”
Was his simple remark. This, was definitely not what he had in mind when he decided to get drunk. Why the fucking hell did this shit only happen when he was around Riley? Couldn’t they just have a nice leisurely walk and make small talk for once? But no. No they couldn’t. They had to be standing over a dead body, covered head to toe in blood. He didn’t even smell the blood at all, it was so burned into his brain that he could just zone it out. But to be fair, if you couldn’t then you would be emptying your bowels every few minutes in the field.
He studied her face as she took a big drink from the bottle and he couldn’t help the image of a terrified Riley in an electrical storm. The softness to her that had appeared, the innocence and fragility.
And now he was standing in front of her while they were both covered in a dead mans blood.
Part of him wanted to touch her, make sure she was completely okay. The fear he had felt when she had been trapped was mindnumbing idiocy and yet still in a primal way he wanted to check all her limbs and ensure that she was intact. Unhurt. <i>safe</i>
But he didn’t do that. Instead he focused on the sound of shoes that could be heard in the distant. Shaking his head, he glanced down at the two bodies that were there, one with shallow breathing and the other soon going to be cold. “Fucking hell. Nothing is every easy when you are around, is it, Red? I wonder if your little husband ruse will work out of this one? But just in case, we need to go. Like, now.” Only Logan could make light of such a situation.
With that, he reached out and grabbed her hand to tug at her, his feet moving quickly and heading towards the only place he could think, trees for cover and a river to wash the shit off of them.
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Post by Riley Jones on Apr 23, 2017 23:06:30 GMT -5
| The moonshine burned her mouth as she copied Logan, swishing it around before leaning down to spit it on the ground. She'd only taken one or two gulps of the stuff before she decided that she'd had enough. Most of her reasoning was that she needed to keep a clear mind just in case something else happened because nothing was ever simple when Logan was around. She could go days without any kind of trouble and the day she saw Logan she ended up almost kidnapped and covered in blood. She passed the bottle back to him then looked around them. The man that she had hit with the bottle was still out cold, the other man had dragged his sorry ass off somewhere, and the other man .... was laying in a pool of blood and his skin had already started to turn that pale, greyish hue that corpses tended to have. There wasn't an ounce of her that was sorry about his death, though. He had deserved it and it would have happened eventually at the hands of the Watchers. She just wished that she hadn't been covered in his blood, and she wished that it hadn't gotten into her mouth, because now her medic brain was taking over and she was thinking about the diseases that he might have had and how there was no way for her to know .... until she started to get sick. "....fucking hell."Thankfully Logan's voice was enough to momentarily distract her, but only because he blamed her for their bad luck when it was obviously his fault. But as much as she wanted to stand there and argue with him he was right. They weren't that far from the marketplace and the watchers were bound to have heard the fighting, especially the one man that had been screaming and howling. It ... wouldn't look good of watchers found them there, covered in blood, with one -- possibly two -- corpses. So when Logan grabbed her hand she didn't yank it away from him, and when he tugged her toward the woods she followed obediently. "Where are we going?" Was her only question. "." |
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Post by Logan Street on Apr 23, 2017 23:25:25 GMT -5
It's Time To Forget Far from here. More running and jogging, less talking Red.”
He didn’t hold her hand long, releasing it as soon as he felt she was heading at an even pace. He took them through the trees, his movements slowing only slightly as they hit the cover of foliage, and pausing only momentarily to look back at the scene. There were five watchers, two on horses and they had definitely come across the grizzly scene. Now, they could have stayed and defended themselves, as it was self defense, but honestly he just felt like perhaps leaving was the best thing for him. Riley was a medic, but he was a nomad and it was well known that the Watchers tended to look at the nomads unfavorably. Last thing he wanted was to get whipped or beaten or whatever they did when they thought someone had committed a crime.
Moving in a weird zig zag shape, he led her, just as before, through the forest. The minutes ticked by. Hours. And he remained mostly silent, trying to focus his breathing to keep going at a strong pace except to pause once in a while to see if he could hear any hooves against hard dirt. He had only heard them twice, but that was at least an hour ago. The river could be heard in the short distance and it was not long before he pushed through some bushes and dropped his gun onto the ground. No one was around, and if they did they wouldn’t get the drop on him to get his gun faster then he could.
Reaching he grabbed a bottle of something, and then turned to Riley. The blood was already dried, and it felt awkward and unclean. And Riley, well she looked like fucking shit. For the first time his breathing seemed slightly laboured from the fast trek but he didn’t care. He pushed forward, almost at a run, through two large bushes and jumped down a short 2 foot high ledge into waist high water with the white bottle of soap in his hair. He was already pulling his wet and nasty shirt off of him, it came of with a slick feeling before he tossed it up on the ground. Then instantly poured a shit ton of soap on his head.
Instantly he started to scrub as hard as he could against his bare torso, and his head and face. Pausing only a moment to look over at the medic. Fuck, what had he gotten her into? Because as much as he would like to say it was her, most likely that was not the case. And he really could have not slit that guys throat, he could have at least snapped it instead. It took a lot more effort, but…they maybe they wouldn’t be showing in the middle of the woods trying to scrub blood out of every crevice. He felt like he should say something, but he didn’t really know what so, he just...didn’t.
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Post by Riley Jones on Apr 24, 2017 0:11:44 GMT -5
| Far from here certainly didn't tell Riley much, but rather than argue and demand to know where he was bringing her she just continued to follow. When he paused and looked back she did, too, and frowned when she saw the watchers. There were plenty enough of them, but from the distance they were at she couldn't accurately judge the expressions on their faces. Were they angry? Were they relieved that someone had finally killed a man who was obviously a problem? She didn't want to stay around to find out, and followed after Logan again. Riley wasn't out of shape, but she wasn't made for running in zig zags through the forest trying to avoid watchers. She couldn't keep track of the amount of time they spent running, but by the time they finally reached the river she was covered in a layer of sweat and was breathing heavier than she would have liked. She had wiped most of the blood that had been on her face on the sheets, but it was still caked on her neck, and had dried on her shirt, and there were spots of it on her jeans. The way Logan looked at her she knew she had to look like hell, but he didn't look any better. Logan didn't waste any time getting in the water to wash the blood off, and RIley didn't either. She didn't have soap or shampoo with her -- again, she wasn't a nomad and had no reason to carry all of her shit with her -- so she'd just have to make do with the water... unless Logan was kin enough to share, which she doubted. She pulled her shirt off and focused on getting as much of the blood out of it as she could, before she threw it on the shore. Her jeans were next, but there was far less blood on them than on her shirt. And, finally, she was able to focus on herself. It was much harder to wash blood off with just water, but it was better than walking around covered in it. She scrubbed at her arms, using her nails to scrape off most of the dried blood. She turned to look at Logan, then paused when she saw there was still blood on his chest. But it looked like fresh blood and not the dried, crusty stuff that they had been so anxious to wash off. "Oh." She said when the realization hit her. Momentarily forgetting about how badly she wanted to wash the rest of the blood off, she walked over to Logan. Her fingers immediately went to the cut on his chest as she inspected it. "This is going to need stitches." She murmured. "This one, too." She said when she noticed a second cut on his side. "." |
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Post by Logan Street on Apr 24, 2017 0:21:09 GMT -5
It's Time To Forget Her fingers brushed just below the wound and the slight pressure caused a stinging feeling to trail along where he was cut. His head tilted down, looking at her hand on his skin and for a brief moment he felt like perhaps he had not just murdered someone in cold blood. The brief moment ended when he noted the dried blood under her finger nails, and his hand snatched out to grab her wrist before he shoved his shampoo in her hand.
The image of the gruelly and nasty men that’s blood that had gotten on them flashed in his mind. The stench of them. The absolute disgusting look of them. And instantly he involuntarily flinched at the mere thought. Well, atleast if they were going to get some weird disease they would be able to die an excruciating death together. “You can stitch me up after you sanitize every inch of your body. Unless..”
Pausing he abruptly dunked underneath the water, coming up a moment later after brushing his hands fiercly through is hair to clean off the soap and what blood he could. When he arose, for the first time in many hours he had that smug smirk on his face. “..You need help?” Because who wouldn’t take a moment to make an innuendo at such a time?
Unfortunately, the sudden movements he had caused fresh blood to trail down his abdomen as it seemed to almost rip more freely than it had before he went into the water. His eyes immediately went down to it, scowling in annoyance. Perhaps stitches was a smart decision, as the blood should have started to at least build up a bit more than the free flowing he had going on.
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