"I don't want to be ordinary, got too much to give..."
ALIAS
Paladin
CLASSIFICATION
Brick
POWER
Kinetic Energey Absorption
AGE
19
Hero
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Post by Alice Morrow on Nov 5, 2016 8:22:56 GMT
Paladin Am I more than you bargained for yet? | The blue haired girl was beginning to feel even further out of her depth now, not that she was going to show that. Apparently two days ago she’d been drugged out of her mind, and Claire must have been in almost as worse a state judging by her reaction to her own chart. The dark-skinned girl seemed to be dealing with it all far better than the rest of them, though she was now looking about her bed, presumably for her own chart. There was certainly no comfort to be found in either of her companions, and Alice pulled the door open. Maybe actually doing something would help get them answers a little faster than standing around here.
“Well I’m going now… you guys should come with me… if you want…” | © seadra of gs |
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The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead
ALIAS
Duchess
CLASSIFICATION
Auxiliary
POWER
Intuitive Horticulture
AGE
21
Inactive
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Post by Persephone Dean on Nov 5, 2016 8:24:37 GMT
Crossing Paths Persephone knew what morphine was. Her grandmother had denied it on her death bed, believing that her time had come and that she wanted to experience the end with as much lucidity as possible. She died surrounded by her favourite flowers and with a peaceful expression on her face. Its use wasn’t limited to those who were dying, but they certainly didn’t deal out powerful opioids without reason. Alice must have been in a serious condition. She started searching for her own chart as Claire made her own investigations. Claire’s reaction to her own chart was even worse than Alice’s. Persephone considered the two girls dispassionately. Either the charts had been faked or these girls were the results of a medical miracle. The idea that someone would play some sick prank on three strangers was a little too far, in Persephone’s view. Surely no one was that twisted – and all for the petty result of worrying the hell out of three young women. No. Something was wrong, but it wasn’t the charts. The others were making the decision to leave the apparent safety of their room altogether. Persephone paused in her search, slightly concerned. They didn’t know all the facts. Despite Claire’s brief peek through the doors, they had no idea what was actually out there. Finally she found the chart. Acute head injury… something something… (The handwriting was typically sloppy). Attempt to reduce intracranial pressure… more words… CSF drainage… There was more, and it horrified Persephone to no end. Surely she was reading the report of a dead girl. The horror steeled somewhere within her. Persephone was suddenly overwhelmed by the same conviction Claire was exhibiting. “Let’s go,” she said in agreement, moving past Alice and out the open door. She stood in the middle of the corridor, slightly disappointed that nothing seemed to be lurking in ominous shadow. It was a standard hospital corridor. Distant voices indicated that they weren’t alone in this place, and Persephone cast a glance back towards the others. “We should find someone.” It was not a suggestion, but she controlled the sound of her voice carefully so that it didn’t sound too much like an order. She didn’t want to seem like she was vying for leadership.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2016 8:26:43 GMT
She’d been staring down at the plastic bag in her hand since after she’d declared her opinion on the importance that they get out of this room, this place, this nightmare. Frozen there, every detail in front of her burnt a brand-like image into her memory. The creases of the bandage that weighed down heavier with something much more than blood.. Flesh. Skin. Hers. Though it didn’t look like it anymore, more like the wrinkled outside of a rotten fruit - then blackened and severed.
The only thing that took Claire out of it was the youngest girl swinging the door blatantly open and the other marched past her. Both seemed so adamant in their decision to brave their way through the hall. The more extroverted leadership was very welcome to Claire, leaving her settling back into her comfort zone though still feeling a responsibility to keeping a protective eye on the both of them. “Y-yeah,” she dropped the bag to fall onto the others in the bin and turned towards the door only to bend in half and put a hand to the doorframe. Her back tensed and lifted as she let out a dry heave, then another, and covered her mouth with her forearm. “Sorry, I’m okay,” she assured, head still down as she regained her composure.
After a second to catch her breath and calm down, her back straightened and she stepped out of the room with them awkwardly in her loose gown that hung weightlessly on her bony frame. The distant sounds of rushing nurses and other ruckas was far down the otherwise bland hallway, but Claire turned her head quickly to the sound of squeaking sneakers on the marble floor nearby behind them. “Someone’s coming,” she warned them with hushed intensity and made sure to step at least a little in front of the both of them to face first whatever next horror awaited them.
NOTES: Soz Rebel you'll have to change these notes yourself. WEARING: Lots of this
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