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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 7, 2014 21:51:42 GMT -6
The tea was spilled across the floor, littered with broken glass and blood. The kettle was still on the stove, at least the fire was off, that was a positive in the column.
The backdoor into the kitchen was the only way into the house, the front door had the kitchen table and chairs stacked in front of it. A baby blue box that resembled a rose box laid near by, empty, aside from a note.
'The Unicorn killed itself. Living in a world where it's beauty was being muted was unbearable.'
A note that made no sense but if you followed the chaos and small traces of blood in the house it would lead you from the kitchen through the dining room and down the hall to the living room.
Another tornado scene as the chairs were turned over, the lamps were broken besides one survivor. He (yes it's a boy lamp) was on his side, shining light against a now bare wall. What was once hanging above a bookshelf was now broken. What looks like a fist had gone through the painting and the shelf itself had been emptied with it's contents stretched across the entire room, like Brooklyn had been throwing the books at something particular.
Be sure to turn your attention to the other side of the room, the side barely lit by lamp... not like some people need a lot of light anyway... Brooklyn is laying on the floor, her breathing is light, she's alive but exhausted. Her feet are facing the entry way the bottom left foot showing an exposed gash, probably from the broken tea glass in the kitchen.
Her back was up as she was curled into herself, a bloodied Narwhal's horn in my right hand. A small puddle of blood was forming though, the wound unknown just yet. It wasn't visible but from the blood on the horn it was safe to assume that was the weapon of choice.
Her breathing was unstable, weak, as she mumbled something inaudible. Her long hair was messy like it had hands frantically pulling at it, despite that though it still managed to cover most of her face. The mumbling didn't stop, despite the small noises around her. Maybe a foot step? Maybe it was the end coming, maybe it's over.
Involuntarily she starts to laugh.
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Post by V on Dec 8, 2014 10:25:17 GMT -6
She was laughing by the time he reached her and saw the scene, a lesser man might have panicked.
Not V, She was picked up, barely time to register what was going on, cold water, Bath.
Wet the hair , makes it easier to control, breathe, worry about what was in the tea later, worry about getting it out first.
"Sorry Princess, You need to live."
This was an extreme circumstance and it called for extreme measures, so he found the Pen, found the base of the bath and encouraged Brooklyn to get rid of the contents of her stomach. |
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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 8, 2014 12:15:40 GMT -6
And it wasn't easy... or pretty... but it worked. The laughing stopped when she started to throw up. Her hair was kindly kept out of the way as anything she had in her stomach emptied onto the bath.
Luckily it wasn't much, but still not pretty.
"Ugh... that's disgusting..."
The act alone caused her to throw up again, leaving her coughing at the end of it.
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Post by V on Dec 8, 2014 16:48:26 GMT -6
"Your tea was spiked"
A smirk even ashe held her there whislt she threw up and he said firmly.
"I have to figure out if it's in your bloodstream yet, if it is.. Well..You're going to need it cleaning out."
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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 8, 2014 17:53:14 GMT -6
She placed her left arm out where V could see a series of cuts, some were shallow but well over half of them were deep. That explains the puddle of blood around her in the living room.
"The blood was itchy."
Her voice was distant again, like the time she had placed his mask over hers.
Quickly she pulled her arm back in as she proceeded to drive heave, nothing left in her stomach so it was just painful now and surprisingly no blood. That could be good but yet again... she probably wasn't going to like what was about to happen next.
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Post by V on Dec 9, 2014 10:49:33 GMT -6
He looked at the scratches, at her .. and then the bath tub, yes this was going to suck.
"Brooklyn...You may well hate me for what I'm about to do."
He picked her up like she was some sort of bride and started to head for the car, he didn't have long and there was nothing here suitable for what he was wanting.
But he knew a guy.
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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 9, 2014 11:21:29 GMT -6
Of course he knew a guy... she thinks she remembers part of it. The car was warm and smelled like blood. The music was low and hummed in and out of her ears.
Like a melody that got stuck. That means this night would come with a reminder. She glanced over at V before she closed her eyes.
This was the hazy part, bumps- she felt those. She even tried to count them but that was more concentration than she could manage.
A part of her told her to stay focused, the more focused she was the better. She tried to open her eyes but her eye lids felt like she had cement on her lashes.
This was bad... and his attitude said it was going to get worse.
If she remembered this... If she lived... no more ordered tea.
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Post by V on Dec 9, 2014 15:58:15 GMT -6
It's probably a good thing she's not really with it, Blood an d steel and dark and instruments that were clean, thankfully, the doctor did good work, as always of course came the tricky question, replacing the blood.
"Cycle it clean Doctor...I know you know how"
The dotctor make excuses it was dangerous there could be serious consequences, He didn't finish is sentence.
"I'm A Universal Donor..There'll be a little of me ..in her."
Like I siad it's probabyl a good thing she's out of it, the needled the blood.. The fact It's V giving her the transfusion.
All the things you miss.
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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 9, 2014 16:22:21 GMT -6
It burned, a lot, like liquid fire cursing through her veins. Obviously she couldn't be put under but she had to be kept still. Restraints were required and the last coherent thought was 'and I can't fully enjoy em'.
Than the fire... mixing with the ice she had become. Taking over, breathing life, she was pretty sure there was some screaming. The joys of being out of her mind.
"I see it... such a beautiful unicorn." Touch and go from there. The words sounded foreign and like she had said them years ago.
Did she die? Maybe just a little? Or was it just her poisonous blood leaving her body that made it seem that way?
Either way she slept, the fire wasn't too bad if you weren't afraid of the burn.
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Post by V on Dec 9, 2014 16:24:42 GMT -6
V had to smirk at her words even as he picked her up, she'd live become Ice once again, right now though he was out of here and the doctor?
Well the Doctor was paid well, Seems Jack had his uses whilst dead.
BAck to the car and drive, water, snacks and wait for her to wake up.
Eventually.
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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 9, 2014 16:40:13 GMT -6
Sleep was well needed, on both ends... but V wouldn't sleep. Not yet... not until.
"Why do I feel like I got hit by a truck?"
The words were spoken out loud but her eyes remained closed, just a little bit longer. She sounded like someone who had just been through hell... or something like it. She coughed a little, her throat was dry and itchy. Speaking of itchy, she reached over and felt the cuts on her arm... also itchy so she ran a finger over one of the deeper ones.
"A very big truck.."
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Post by V on Dec 9, 2014 18:05:27 GMT -6
He sat there and smirks even as he looked out the window letting the bandaged arm show to her and he spoke.
"From hell's heart...I stab at thee. From my least Breath...I Spit at thee."
A smirk.
"Poison"
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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 9, 2014 18:35:02 GMT -6
"Fucking riddles..."
She opened her eyes, to her surprise it wasn't too bright. First thing she did was look at him, clearly now. Noticing the bandage, the events of the past day? Or so... she wasn't sure on the amount of time.
"Did I do that?"
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Post by V on Dec 9, 2014 18:36:20 GMT -6
He Shook his head and smiles.
"No, The surgeon did, when You needed the transfusion."
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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 9, 2014 18:54:31 GMT -6
"The what?"
It was a question... technically... despite the loud, very angry way she asked it. The hint of memory flooded back. The burning... the vomiting... The doctor. All of it, even V offering himself to save her. She looked down at her good arm, at the same bandage she had on that nearly matched his.
"Poison? Really? Isn't that a little pathetic and girly?"
What could she really do? Be pissed at him? For doing his job. No that would have been stupid and she had enough of that for awhile... did she really think she was... never mind... not going there yet.
She could say thank you... but it's Brooklyn we're talking about. That might make her feel like the damsel, instead she'd rather some answers.
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