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Date/Time: 20 May, early evening
Location: Lobby, and wherever this takes us
Summary: Let the new plot commence
A taxi came to a halt in front of the manor. The driver looked at his passenger with concern. “Sir, are you sure you don’t want me to take you to a--?” he started to ask.
The man in his back seat interrupted him hoarsely. “Yes!” he snapped. “Here.” He dug some folded bills from his pocket and shoved them into the driver’s hand before he pushed open the door and got out of the car.
The driver stared at the money, both because of the bloody fingerprints left on it and because the man had much overpaid him.
The nameless stranger he had brought here was already moving towards the building. His gait was lurching, and he kept his right arm pressed close to his side, covering a spot where blood seeped steadily through his tightly buttoned jacket with his hand.
He barely made it up the few steps that led to the door, and stumbled into the lobby. For a moment, he stood at the door and looked around, his breath rattling and labored. Anyone looking at him had to see that he was in pain and at the limits of his strength, hardly able to remain upright. The traces of a recent beating were livid in his face. Judging by the scraped knuckles of his hands, he had at least managed to get in a few good punches of his own.
Location: Lobby, and wherever this takes us
Summary: Let the new plot commence
A taxi came to a halt in front of the manor. The driver looked at his passenger with concern. “Sir, are you sure you don’t want me to take you to a--?” he started to ask.
The man in his back seat interrupted him hoarsely. “Yes!” he snapped. “Here.” He dug some folded bills from his pocket and shoved them into the driver’s hand before he pushed open the door and got out of the car.
The driver stared at the money, both because of the bloody fingerprints left on it and because the man had much overpaid him.
The nameless stranger he had brought here was already moving towards the building. His gait was lurching, and he kept his right arm pressed close to his side, covering a spot where blood seeped steadily through his tightly buttoned jacket with his hand.
He barely made it up the few steps that led to the door, and stumbled into the lobby. For a moment, he stood at the door and looked around, his breath rattling and labored. Anyone looking at him had to see that he was in pain and at the limits of his strength, hardly able to remain upright. The traces of a recent beating were livid in his face. Judging by the scraped knuckles of his hands, he had at least managed to get in a few good punches of his own.
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Date: Thursday, 16 September 2010 15:47 (UTC)You are the Healer of God! One of the Seven that stand before the Throne!
Father's just teachin' you to rely on others...
He's bleeding all over the floor and nameless faces and hands and voices help him, take him... Save him...
Try not to get that badly injured again, okay?
...
Father... Please!
He sees the young boy dead, the blood oozing from his skull. He sees the pain in Rose's eyes as she tell him her story... She sees Gabriel dead -Because of him- in a nightmare... A blade he had carried and eventually used to cut away at what remained of the angel he once was...
Raphael placed a hand on the man's temple. "Sir...? We're getting someone to help you. If you can hear me... please... try to stay conscious... I know it's hard..." And he would know, having been on his side of the situation not too long ago. "But please try... please..."
There was nothing more he could do except wait for Rose.
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Date: Monday, 27 September 2010 08:38 (UTC)He curled his lip a little, walking closer to the injured man. "Was he like this when he got here, or...?"
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Date: Saturday, 2 October 2010 16:08 (UTC)He shifted his gaze to the man, and back up at Trilby. "Can you... Can you help me help him?"
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Date: Wednesday, 6 October 2010 00:13 (UTC)"I'd say you've done as much as could be expeceted," Trilby said at last. "It's just a matter of keeping him comfortable now. How long has he been unconscious?"
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Date: Wednesday, 6 October 2010 15:47 (UTC)"Can... can you press your hand against his bandage here?" Raphael wasn't sure if he was squeamish of blood or not but somehow he had to stop the bleeding...
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Date: Friday, 8 October 2010 22:00 (UTC)"Looks like you have everything under control here," he said as he walked over to them. "What happened?"
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Date: Saturday, 9 October 2010 09:43 (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Sunday, 10 October 2010 22:26 (UTC)Raphael turned to face Rose. "Can you bring me some fresh water and towels? There's so much blood..."
There's blood oozing from his skull
There's blood on the floor and handprints and gashes...
There's blood staining dying feathers as they are cut away...
So much blood...
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Date: Tuesday, 12 October 2010 21:16 (UTC)Rose nodded and sprinted to the storage room. There she grabbed a clean bucket and filled it to two thirds with clear water before she took several clean towels out of a cupboard.
Bucket in one hand, towels under the other arm she walked back to Raphael as quickly as she could.
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Date: Sunday, 17 October 2010 22:55 (UTC)"Sir, can you hear me...? Please talk to us if you can, you need to stay conscious." He knew it was futile but he was determined to keel trying. He shook him carefully by the shoulder, just in case.
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Date: Monday, 1 November 2010 08:36 (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Friday, 12 November 2010 12:17 (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Friday, 12 November 2010 13:25 (UTC)Did he really want to trust even more people with the secret of his cell activator?
Fool! His extra-sense scolded. It stopped being a secret the moment you had the great idea of using it to save that red-head.
Instead of giving an answer, he suppressed a sigh and fished the pendant out from under his shirt.
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Date: Friday, 12 November 2010 17:29 (UTC)Actually, it might also have been the mention of "ambulance" that sent him down that road.
Somewhere he suddenly foudn the energy to shake his h ead and push himself back on the floor, away from the two.
"No," he gasped. "Stay 'way from me. No--"
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Date: Friday, 12 November 2010 19:07 (UTC)"Sshhh, it's alright, we're trying to help you, sir. Please calm down, you're injured. Just relax..."
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Date: Saturday, 13 November 2010 22:05 (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Wednesday, 1 December 2010 11:52 (UTC)"He's likely to hurt himself worse if he's panicking like that."
Whatever had gottne him to leave his room without some more equipment on his person?
What were you going to tell her? Was the snide comment he got for that thought. Wait a moment, I first need to put on my mind control equipment?