6'0
Twenty-Seven
Marksman
None (Nomad)
Offline
202 Posts
Played by Larks
|
Post by Logan Street on Apr 23, 2017 23:50:40 GMT -5
 Why does this always happen to me? You fucking goddamn piece of shit bastard!”
The screaming words could be heard all throughout the marketplace just before a bottle got smashed over poor Logans head (as was usual) Okay, so perhaps returning to the marketplace was a horrible idea. It wasn’t really his fault though, a nomad’s got to try to get the essentials somehow after all. How was he supposed to know that the buddy of the guy who’s throat he slit would be there? And how did he possibly know that the guy would smash a bottle over his skull? It wasn’t like he killed the guy out of will, but pure self defense.
Logan stumbled forward, crashing into a large table (as was usual) and then falling backwards onto the ground with a large slam. The impact caused the air to leave his lungs, and before he knew it someone kicked him right in the abdomen which caused him to wheeze out a sharp breath before abruptly watchers came out and started dragging the assailant away from him. Logan got up on all fours, spitting blood out on the ground. He could feel the warmth of crimson on the back of his head. Fuck he better not have a concussion.
Grumbling he pushed himself up, wavering ever so slightly from the dizziness before he blinked up. The light from the sunlight was suddenly too bright, causing him to blink a bit more and then stumble forwards and crash right into some poor unsuspecting woman who had probably not thought her day would begin with being trampled into by a man who was moments from unconsciousness.
MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY |
|
5'4
32
Pediatrician
Exurbia
Offline
5 Posts
Played by Oly
|
Post by Ruth Olson on Apr 25, 2017 20:46:45 GMT -5
 This wasn’t how she wanted to spend her day. Go out to the market, she said. Slowly integrate yourself into public, she said. It’ll do you some good, she said.
Yet here Ruth stood- a massive slab of a man leaning against her, blood dripping from his brow, and her not the slightest upper body strength to keep them both upright.
Shit.
The good doctor crumpled under the weight of this stranger like a paper bag, long arms reaching out to clutch him close as they fell. It was at the last second that she saw the droop in his eyes, the dilation of pupils, and she knew that his conscious was about to fade to black. A small ‘oof’ later and Ruth began to do what she did best.
There was a blunt force trauma to the head, the blood that clotted his hair and the sticky red liquid upon her fingers brought about such a swift diagnostic. Concussion? Most likely. Fractured skull? Possibly. Stiches needed? Most definitely.
She needed to get him up of the ground and to her shack of a clinic before any sort of treatment could happen first.
“Hey.” The doctor whispered, gently tapping his shoulder and she tried to skirt out from under him. “Sir, I need you to stand up and come with me now. Can you stand?”
Oh please, she prayed, oh please don’t puke on me. I did not force myself to go out for this.
“Can you tell me your name?”
THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY |
|
6'0
Twenty-Seven
Marksman
None (Nomad)
Offline
202 Posts
Played by Larks
|
Post by Logan Street on Apr 25, 2017 21:03:00 GMT -5
Why does this always happen to me? YFuck. Who was bugging him? He just wanted to sleep, but still the whispered ‘hey’ came into his consciousness, and the tapping on his shoulder was really starting to irritate him. His eyes opening, he realized he was indeed not under a beautiful tree in a large field near the farms. Instead, he found himself to be hanging over a rather small lady who did not look to be holding his weight very easily.
Who could blame her though? He was pure muscle and perfection after all. Logan pulled himself up, but the movement made his head throb into splitting pain. Cringing, and blinking at the bright lights as he tried to focus and remember what exactly had happened. That was when the image of a bottle being smashed over his head came into focus and he grumbled something.
Oh, the beautiful woman was asking him something. “No” was his simple response to her asking for his name, but not because he couldn’t but merely because he really did not want too. Never give out information unless you receive the equivalent first, and then even afterwards normally provide a lie.
His hand reached up and touched where the blood ran down his forehead, and he grunted in irritation before he reached down and grabbed his satchel bag he had dropped. Each movement seemed to cause nausea and irritability. Although, the irritability was probably from the migraine that seemed to be getting worse with each passing moment.
“Sorry, for" His hand waved to emphasize the fact he had fallen onto her, before it immediately went to his scalp again. "fuck my head is just killing me.”
MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY |
|
5'4
32
Pediatrician
Exurbia
Offline
5 Posts
Played by Oly
|
Post by Ruth Olson on May 21, 2017 14:20:07 GMT -5
“No.”
No?
Ruth could feel one brow begin to arch up in no small irritation. The gall of this man- throwing her help away when she was obviously the only one trying to keep his damn head together. This was why she didn’t like going out and meeting people. They were either dangerous, dumb, or disrespectful- most times, all three at once! No? The nerve. The only people that said such a word were against her were the children she treated. Maybe it would be best if she left him here to the mercy of the streets…
Yet, she wouldn’t. Ruth knew that she never could. It was a violation of her professional promise to help those in need as well as her good conscious.
She would treat him like any of her patients: With honey and charm.
“It’s alright.” Ruth cooed, gently taking a step closer to the man with arms outreached for support. If he was to take another tumble, she would rather try to catch him than allowing chance to shatter his jaw from the impact.
“I’m Dr. Olson. You took a blow to the head and I think you might need some patching up.”
Another step forward, a sickeningly sweet smile gracing her features. She just needed to usher the man back to her place, clean the wound and thread some sutures, and this nightmare of a day would finally be over. A soothing cup of tea, a seat by a breeze, and bach’s cello suit being hummed til evening would be all that she needs.
“How about we head back to my clinic? Only a small walk away. You know what? I think I even have a surprise for you when we get there?”
Was she going to tell him that the ‘surprise’ was a stuffed teddybear she brought from home? No. But the bribe always worked with kids, why wouldn’t it work with this bleeding giant?
THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY |
|
