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STATUS: The hidden benefit of wearing 8 rings total? They double as a pair of brass knuckles in case you get into a fight. 8 yrs ago
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The hidden benefit of wearing 8 rings total? They double as a pair of brass knuckles in case you get into a fight.
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Just as we would turn around and condemn or laugh at our ancestors for their barbarism, our descendants will do the same.
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I'm happy with participating in a single RP - Something tells me I'm the only one?
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In Batam for a month after quitting my job. Been powering through my writing since. I guess this is where I call myself a full-time professional writer.
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I have no idea what to do with Valentina now that seemingly every other character with a far more urgent, action-packed thing are in the exact same infirmary for some reason. Ideas?
Valentina - Haywood - Emma, O'Connor
When the older girl approached Valentina, the younger one grew afraid of what came next, and squeezed herself further into a corner, the handcuff that chained her to the corner bedpost rattling as she did so, like the chains off a rabid dog's collar. Valentina imagined that she would be beaten for what she did - no, she knew it for a fact, and the rifle stock to her face was proof to her that it was inevitable. Valentina thought she saw an evil scowl on the older girl of about 14 years of age as she came closer, but was unsure. She had great difficulty in understanding people now that she had to deal with them outside a confrontation or in brief encounters.
"You didn't tell me your name." The older girl said as she eyed Valentina's handcuffs. The moment she spoke, Valentina cringed a little, as if expecting a blow from her. Valentina thought that the older girl was thinking of ways to hurt her, and that the way she looked at her handcuffs was proof of it.
"It- I- I-" The younger girl struggled with her words, having never used them for months. She seemed on the verge of crying again, as the looming, ominous presence of the older girl was beginning to really promise one form of punishment or another for her transgressions, "I- I for...forgot my... I don't know." Valentina tried her best, but when it came to her name, her mind would not work, and much less her mouth. Then it started returning to her, all of it.
"I... M- My name is Val... Valentina." The younger girl answered the older girl's question, hoping that she would answer correctly and be spared of at least some of the punishment. Tears were beginning to flow down her cheeks again, wetting her face, on which bruises were beginning to form, "Plea-please don't..."
When the older girl approached Valentina, the younger one grew afraid of what came next, and squeezed herself further into a corner, the handcuff that chained her to the corner bedpost rattling as she did so, like the chains off a rabid dog's collar. Valentina imagined that she would be beaten for what she did - no, she knew it for a fact, and the rifle stock to her face was proof to her that it was inevitable. Valentina thought she saw an evil scowl on the older girl of about 14 years of age as she came closer, but was unsure. She had great difficulty in understanding people now that she had to deal with them outside a confrontation or in brief encounters.
"You didn't tell me your name." The older girl said as she eyed Valentina's handcuffs. The moment she spoke, Valentina cringed a little, as if expecting a blow from her. Valentina thought that the older girl was thinking of ways to hurt her, and that the way she looked at her handcuffs was proof of it.
"It- I- I-" The younger girl struggled with her words, having never used them for months. She seemed on the verge of crying again, as the looming, ominous presence of the older girl was beginning to really promise one form of punishment or another for her transgressions, "I- I for...forgot my... I don't know." Valentina tried her best, but when it came to her name, her mind would not work, and much less her mouth. Then it started returning to her, all of it.
"I... M- My name is Val... Valentina." The younger girl answered the older girl's question, hoping that she would answer correctly and be spared of at least some of the punishment. Tears were beginning to flow down her cheeks again, wetting her face, on which bruises were beginning to form, "Plea-please don't..."
Valentina Vetrov - Haywood - Shannon/Emma/Rob/O'Connor/Brianna
When it was all over and Valentina was given the medical attention she needs, in the form of a bandage around her head and stoppering of the bleeding in her nose, the girl was left to rest on her own. The handcuff was still on, and Valentina had to curl up closest to that bedpost, paralysed with fear due to how powerless and immobilised she had become, forever afraid that someone might come and hurt her, as illogical as her fear was.
In dealing with such fear and uncertainty, Valentina had shut herself off, and was staring blankly at whoever was on the other side of the room. With a hand sticking out awkwardly, she had to wrap her other arm around her legs and shrink herself down that way.
O'Connor, the doctor, did not seem to care, or at least tried to get the girl to lie down straight but gave up anyway when she wouldn't. Instead, he was busy with Brianna, fixing the slash wound around her stomach.
When it was all over and Valentina was given the medical attention she needs, in the form of a bandage around her head and stoppering of the bleeding in her nose, the girl was left to rest on her own. The handcuff was still on, and Valentina had to curl up closest to that bedpost, paralysed with fear due to how powerless and immobilised she had become, forever afraid that someone might come and hurt her, as illogical as her fear was.
In dealing with such fear and uncertainty, Valentina had shut herself off, and was staring blankly at whoever was on the other side of the room. With a hand sticking out awkwardly, she had to wrap her other arm around her legs and shrink herself down that way.
O'Connor, the doctor, did not seem to care, or at least tried to get the girl to lie down straight but gave up anyway when she wouldn't. Instead, he was busy with Brianna, fixing the slash wound around her stomach.
Panda, why you no control Emma and Daniel? :(
Hey Outlawedpanda, you seemed to have forgotten about Emma and Daniel XD Also, what happened to Rob?
Valentina Vetrov - Haywood - Shannon/Emma/Rob/O'Connor/Brianna
As the doctor was waiting for a response, he was checking on his nurse turned patient. "You'll live." He said to her after straightening up, "Just apply some pressure on it and I'll get back to you." Looking around at everyone else who was present, he could see Shannon stepping forward and volunteering herself.
"I want to help, though I can only offer one hand." The woman had said, and Riley O'Connor, the doctor, looked her over with a rather dissatisfied look on his face.
"Do I look like I need *one* hand?" The doctor said sarcastically, but then decided to put Shannon to use anyway. Going closer to her, he whispered his instructions so that Valentina wouldn't hear, "Look, I need you to calm her down - talk to her, hold her hand or something. Keep her occupied while I fix her up. And the part about her hand? That's a priority - I have no idea what other surprises she might pull on me."
Then, to the rest of the crowd who had followed Rob, he shouted for a real volunteer; "I need someone to clean the blood off her face and back of her head! And someone with a pair of hands or more, please!" Before going back to assembling the tools of his trade - things he would need to fix Valentina up. Things like surgical tape, bandages and some medicine.
Despite being heavily sedated, having had an adult's dosage of sedatives in her veins, Valentina could not find it within her to fight back and struggle free anymore but tried hard to do it anyway. She was tugging limply at the handcuff that had fastened her to the hospital bed. She had only made it as far as to try to sit up, but fell back into bed as she was too weak. "No..." She cried almost unconsciously, "D-don't..."
As the doctor was waiting for a response, he was checking on his nurse turned patient. "You'll live." He said to her after straightening up, "Just apply some pressure on it and I'll get back to you." Looking around at everyone else who was present, he could see Shannon stepping forward and volunteering herself.
"I want to help, though I can only offer one hand." The woman had said, and Riley O'Connor, the doctor, looked her over with a rather dissatisfied look on his face.
"Do I look like I need *one* hand?" The doctor said sarcastically, but then decided to put Shannon to use anyway. Going closer to her, he whispered his instructions so that Valentina wouldn't hear, "Look, I need you to calm her down - talk to her, hold her hand or something. Keep her occupied while I fix her up. And the part about her hand? That's a priority - I have no idea what other surprises she might pull on me."
Then, to the rest of the crowd who had followed Rob, he shouted for a real volunteer; "I need someone to clean the blood off her face and back of her head! And someone with a pair of hands or more, please!" Before going back to assembling the tools of his trade - things he would need to fix Valentina up. Things like surgical tape, bandages and some medicine.
Despite being heavily sedated, having had an adult's dosage of sedatives in her veins, Valentina could not find it within her to fight back and struggle free anymore but tried hard to do it anyway. She was tugging limply at the handcuff that had fastened her to the hospital bed. She had only made it as far as to try to sit up, but fell back into bed as she was too weak. "No..." She cried almost unconsciously, "D-don't..."
I didn't expect myself to pull two NPCs out of my hat, but there they are :D
Feel free to control them if you guys want, I mean, especially if it means faster story progression.
Feel free to control them if you guys want, I mean, especially if it means faster story progression.
Valentina Vetrov - Haywood - Shannon/Emma/Rob
"Umm, If anyone could help......" Valentina's captor said upon getting into the infirmary, surprisingly mild mannered and calm given the girl on his shoulder, who was still kicking and beating his back, screaming like a wild animal, caring little for what he said partly because it was out of her abilities.
"Rob, Be careful with her!" A younger voice shouted. In the infirmary, it wasn't hard for the staff there to notice what was going on, what with the ruckus that would probably be audible from any point in the settlement. The doctor in attendence there, a man in his late 30s with a full beard and mustache, was nearly flying out of his chair, expecting a dire emergency, only to squint his eyes at Valentina - with one look, he knew that it wasn't a time sensitive medical case. The nurse, someone who didn't really looked the part what with her tattoos and toned muscles, the latter probably the result of surviving day by day, waved a hand over to a bed, telling Valentina's captor to be 'quick about it'.
When Valentina was laid in bed, the doctor was pulling a pair of Vinyl gloves on while the nurse, who wasn't dressed for the part either, was trying to get Valentina to hold still while she was attempting (and failing) to make a quick triage nurse's assessment of her wounds. The young girl just would not hold still, believing herself to be in great danger - for one thing, she was afraid of being in bed where there were other people around her, not that it was ever a problem (for a long, long few months) until now.
As the doctor was approaching Valentina and the nurse, a sudden bloodcurdling scream pierced the air, though this time it wasn't from the stray child. The nurse, who looked like a tough, unbeatable amazonian woman before would have that image easily shattered as she backed away from Valentina while clutching her abdomen, where blood was rapidly spreading from the cut made into her shirt and flesh that was barely visible. Despite the paralysing pain in her entire head, Valentina had managed to pull a steak knife on the nurse, giving her a nasty wound.
The doctor, however, acting quickly, seized Valentina by the knife arm, and having prepared a hypodermic needle just for this occasion, stuck it into her and injected the fluid within inside the girl. The doctor then held her down, yet Valentina was still not ready to give in yet as she struggled against the doctor. It took the nurse making a comeback to secure the girl, and even then, the doctor decided to handcuff her by a hand to a bedpost (the handcuffs normally being reserved for bite victims). As the effects of the sedative sets in, Valentina finally calmed down, and ceased her struggle. The best she could do was to tilt her head to her side and look at the people who had brought her into the infirmary, her vision swimming as if she was underwater, her face soon displaying a look of exhaustion and passivity, with a strong hint of anxiety and grief, almost as if she was begging.
Both her good and bad eyes were drifting dreamily from one person to the next, eventually settling down on Emma, for reasons Valentina could not understand any longer. In the meantime, the pillow below her head was slowly getting stained with blood. Valentina was hurt worse than what was anticipated at first, and when the doctor took a quick look at it, he saw that she had hit her head hard when she fell, resulting in a wound from where she bled profusely, as if the blood she was losing from her nose and mouth wasn't enough.
"Why didn't you search her, Rob!?" The tattooed nurse bellowed angrily as she stared accusingly at the guard, her hand still clutching her abdomens. "Damn it!"
"Just sit down, Brianna!" The doctor said sternly, not taking too kindly to the outburst before going back to being calm, "I need some help with this patient. Volunteers?"
"Umm, If anyone could help......" Valentina's captor said upon getting into the infirmary, surprisingly mild mannered and calm given the girl on his shoulder, who was still kicking and beating his back, screaming like a wild animal, caring little for what he said partly because it was out of her abilities.
"Rob, Be careful with her!" A younger voice shouted. In the infirmary, it wasn't hard for the staff there to notice what was going on, what with the ruckus that would probably be audible from any point in the settlement. The doctor in attendence there, a man in his late 30s with a full beard and mustache, was nearly flying out of his chair, expecting a dire emergency, only to squint his eyes at Valentina - with one look, he knew that it wasn't a time sensitive medical case. The nurse, someone who didn't really looked the part what with her tattoos and toned muscles, the latter probably the result of surviving day by day, waved a hand over to a bed, telling Valentina's captor to be 'quick about it'.
When Valentina was laid in bed, the doctor was pulling a pair of Vinyl gloves on while the nurse, who wasn't dressed for the part either, was trying to get Valentina to hold still while she was attempting (and failing) to make a quick triage nurse's assessment of her wounds. The young girl just would not hold still, believing herself to be in great danger - for one thing, she was afraid of being in bed where there were other people around her, not that it was ever a problem (for a long, long few months) until now.
As the doctor was approaching Valentina and the nurse, a sudden bloodcurdling scream pierced the air, though this time it wasn't from the stray child. The nurse, who looked like a tough, unbeatable amazonian woman before would have that image easily shattered as she backed away from Valentina while clutching her abdomen, where blood was rapidly spreading from the cut made into her shirt and flesh that was barely visible. Despite the paralysing pain in her entire head, Valentina had managed to pull a steak knife on the nurse, giving her a nasty wound.
The doctor, however, acting quickly, seized Valentina by the knife arm, and having prepared a hypodermic needle just for this occasion, stuck it into her and injected the fluid within inside the girl. The doctor then held her down, yet Valentina was still not ready to give in yet as she struggled against the doctor. It took the nurse making a comeback to secure the girl, and even then, the doctor decided to handcuff her by a hand to a bedpost (the handcuffs normally being reserved for bite victims). As the effects of the sedative sets in, Valentina finally calmed down, and ceased her struggle. The best she could do was to tilt her head to her side and look at the people who had brought her into the infirmary, her vision swimming as if she was underwater, her face soon displaying a look of exhaustion and passivity, with a strong hint of anxiety and grief, almost as if she was begging.
Both her good and bad eyes were drifting dreamily from one person to the next, eventually settling down on Emma, for reasons Valentina could not understand any longer. In the meantime, the pillow below her head was slowly getting stained with blood. Valentina was hurt worse than what was anticipated at first, and when the doctor took a quick look at it, he saw that she had hit her head hard when she fell, resulting in a wound from where she bled profusely, as if the blood she was losing from her nose and mouth wasn't enough.
"Why didn't you search her, Rob!?" The tattooed nurse bellowed angrily as she stared accusingly at the guard, her hand still clutching her abdomens. "Damn it!"
"Just sit down, Brianna!" The doctor said sternly, not taking too kindly to the outburst before going back to being calm, "I need some help with this patient. Volunteers?"
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As for me, I'm already in my temporary holiday job, which will keep me busy for most of the day. I'll be fully available around 7:30pm to 11:30pm, GMT +8. Speaking of which... Bedtime.
lol or maybe you need some sleep... Like me. I'm going to bed in a few minutes.
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