2,3,7. Not too bad, partial success. I'll probably get a reply up either today or tomorrow all being well.
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By the time Elizabeth and her partner arrived at the scene a small crowd had gathered around the man with one attempting first aid whilst they waited for the ambulance. Taking over, she covered the wound with dressing, taping it down on 3 sides whilst keeping pressure on the 4th. The pair gently rolled the victim onto a board which allowed them to elevate him onto a bed then into the ambulance. As she was closing the doors Elizabeth caught the name of the location illuminated in bright light. Coffin golf course. That's not at all morbid she thought as the heavy doors slammed shut.
On the way to the hospital Elizabeth stayed in the back with the man. The sound of his heartbeat rung in her ears, a rhythmic thud thud in the background as an eager Beast took the time to remind her just how hungry she was, just how much she was dying for one more mouthful of blood. Elizabeth could feel the pressure building beneath her hands as air trapped in the chest cavity tried to escape. Carefully she released some of the pressure off of the untaped side to allow it to leave, before going back to fighting with her inner demons.
Elizabeth found herself in a daze as they handed over the man to the hospital's A&E department, rattling off everything the doctors needed to know to continue the treatment before finding a place to perch, breathe and bring herself back to reality. A small wave of relief washed over her, she'd pushed through once more without giving in. With a deep breath and a content sigh she returned to the depot with her partner, waiting for the rest of that night's shift to pass.
Exhausted, as she was after every shift, Elizabeth rocked up to her apartment to discover her door slightly ajar; a light unease spread through her as she pushed the door open silently and tread over the threshold. Very little had changed since earlier that night, all the valuables and expensive items seemed to still be in place, however Lizzie could smell the drops of blood scattered periodically across the floor. The animal within her stirred from its slumber, parching her throat as she stalked the trail, swinging open another door to find a kindred sat at the foot of her bed.
"Edwin?!" Elizabeth exclaimed, surprised to see the elder vampire there. It'd been a while since her Sire had dropped by to see how she was doing. "I was beginning to wonder if you'd grown tired of me" she added sarcastically with an exaggerated pout. As she finisher speaking Elizabeth realised where the blood scent was coming from. There was an oozing blood bag in his hands, with at least two of the corners torn up by teeth, and yet most of the blood remained in the bag. She made a mental note to steal an additional bag this week to replace the waste.
A gentle chuckle escaped the kindred's mouth, followed by a smirk. "I don't think I could ever grow tired of you my dear". Edwin drew the bag close to his mouth again, recoiling away the moment his teeth dug through the plastic skin. "I just don't understand how you manage this, actual feeding is so much more convenient and, dare I say, fun". With a scowl he placed the bag down on the bed, beads of blood oozing from the bite marks in the corners escaped down onto the linens. "I assume that you're still..."
"Yes, I'm still drinking from them" Elizabeth interrupted, "but some days are getting too close for my liking, I may have to think about finding somewhere else to acquire them from in addition to work". Edwin's face appeared to drop for a moment, seeming almost disappointed at the restraint she had been showing, but as fast as it has fallen the cheerful expression was restored, making Elizabeth ponder if she'd seen it at all. "What brings you hear today then? Have you forgotten that a certain technology called the 'telephone' exists?" She teased.
"Its not a social call I'm afraid, this is mostly 'business'" he replied, his voice dropping most of the warmth she was used to hearing. A couple frantic pats of his coat later Edwin drew out an envelope, embellished heavily on one side with beautiful calligraphy that spelled out her name. "I was told to ensure that you recieved and read this" he said, passing the delicate item from his own pale hands into Elizabeth's. Seeming to read the expression on her face he continued with "I don't know what's in there either. It's probably nothing to worry too much about" he added, attempting a reassuring smile.
Receiving the envelope, Elizabeth saw that there was nothing else to do. With tentative fingers she slid a nail beneath the seal.
On the way to the hospital Elizabeth stayed in the back with the man. The sound of his heartbeat rung in her ears, a rhythmic thud thud in the background as an eager Beast took the time to remind her just how hungry she was, just how much she was dying for one more mouthful of blood. Elizabeth could feel the pressure building beneath her hands as air trapped in the chest cavity tried to escape. Carefully she released some of the pressure off of the untaped side to allow it to leave, before going back to fighting with her inner demons.
Elizabeth found herself in a daze as they handed over the man to the hospital's A&E department, rattling off everything the doctors needed to know to continue the treatment before finding a place to perch, breathe and bring herself back to reality. A small wave of relief washed over her, she'd pushed through once more without giving in. With a deep breath and a content sigh she returned to the depot with her partner, waiting for the rest of that night's shift to pass.
Exhausted, as she was after every shift, Elizabeth rocked up to her apartment to discover her door slightly ajar; a light unease spread through her as she pushed the door open silently and tread over the threshold. Very little had changed since earlier that night, all the valuables and expensive items seemed to still be in place, however Lizzie could smell the drops of blood scattered periodically across the floor. The animal within her stirred from its slumber, parching her throat as she stalked the trail, swinging open another door to find a kindred sat at the foot of her bed.
"Edwin?!" Elizabeth exclaimed, surprised to see the elder vampire there. It'd been a while since her Sire had dropped by to see how she was doing. "I was beginning to wonder if you'd grown tired of me" she added sarcastically with an exaggerated pout. As she finisher speaking Elizabeth realised where the blood scent was coming from. There was an oozing blood bag in his hands, with at least two of the corners torn up by teeth, and yet most of the blood remained in the bag. She made a mental note to steal an additional bag this week to replace the waste.
A gentle chuckle escaped the kindred's mouth, followed by a smirk. "I don't think I could ever grow tired of you my dear". Edwin drew the bag close to his mouth again, recoiling away the moment his teeth dug through the plastic skin. "I just don't understand how you manage this, actual feeding is so much more convenient and, dare I say, fun". With a scowl he placed the bag down on the bed, beads of blood oozing from the bite marks in the corners escaped down onto the linens. "I assume that you're still..."
"Yes, I'm still drinking from them" Elizabeth interrupted, "but some days are getting too close for my liking, I may have to think about finding somewhere else to acquire them from in addition to work". Edwin's face appeared to drop for a moment, seeming almost disappointed at the restraint she had been showing, but as fast as it has fallen the cheerful expression was restored, making Elizabeth ponder if she'd seen it at all. "What brings you hear today then? Have you forgotten that a certain technology called the 'telephone' exists?" She teased.
"Its not a social call I'm afraid, this is mostly 'business'" he replied, his voice dropping most of the warmth she was used to hearing. A couple frantic pats of his coat later Edwin drew out an envelope, embellished heavily on one side with beautiful calligraphy that spelled out her name. "I was told to ensure that you recieved and read this" he said, passing the delicate item from his own pale hands into Elizabeth's. Seeming to read the expression on her face he continued with "I don't know what's in there either. It's probably nothing to worry too much about" he added, attempting a reassuring smile.
Receiving the envelope, Elizabeth saw that there was nothing else to do. With tentative fingers she slid a nail beneath the seal.
Fingers crossed I should have a post up in a few hours. Been plagued with migraines for the last few days and found it difficult to sit down and focus for long.
Well I got it out. Did not realise it was that long until I posted though, whoops.
Well I got it out. Did not realise it was that long until I posted though, whoops.
So just to clarify my understanding a bit. With a 'rouse check' the action you're trying to do will always succeed (unless of course as a GM you wish to override it for any reason) but what the check does is actually see if it costs any Hunger points to actually do the action, correct? And with Hunger, is 1 fully sated and the other end ravenous?
Nice post by the way!
Nice post by the way!
Honestly that's a lot better than I was assuming a fail was going to be. I'm happy with that. I'll probably start writing that out later.
To replace 1, 2, 3 roll I got... 1, 1, 5.
I'm assuming that's not any better.
I'm assuming that's not any better.
The man surviving the gunshot wound, not too important. The man surviving Elizabeth, a bit more important haha.
Elizabeth woke with a start as the sun crossed the horizon. After a brief stretch she threw a cursory glance at her clock, the face of which read 7:23. Perfect, she thought happily, shift starts at 10, I have more than enough time to do what I need. Even in the unlife she continued to leak any document she thought would turn the tide against the hospital - pricing schemes, markup margins, incriminating internal emails - and yet each day fewer and fewer new people seemed to chime in in agreement that the practices employed weren't just unethical but inhuman. Could these people not see that the system was broken, even when it was spoon-fed to them? It made Elizabeth's blood boil.
An alarm went off in the background, a shrill two tone sound that alternated a few times before falling silent. Elizabeth drew a deep breath, knowing what was coming. Rising from her laptop she forced herself over to the fridge, a few bags of red fluid rested on the top shelf. She drew one out, throwing it in the microwave, heating it to a more bearable temperature. As she waited her fingers clenched the worktop's edge like claws. It was with her, perched, waiting in her throat. The Beast had come to know the routine, feed before a shift and fast until the next, even if it did love to try pushing Elizabeth over the edge.
The gentle beep of the microwave drew Elizabeth back to reality, carefully handling the hot bag. As she bit through the plastic she could feel the warm ambrosia slip past her teeth and slake the fire at the base of her throat. Her talons gripped the bag tighter and tighter, eking any last remaining drips before discarding the wrapper. Again the discontent of the Beast could be felt, hating the bag diet as much as Elizabeth herself did, but nonetheless it was quieted for the moment as the girl regained her composure and control. A quick look in the mirror to check for bloody streaks on her face and collar, and she was out the door.
At the vehicle depot everything was fairly quiet. A few of the EMT's were huddled in the communal room watching what appeared to be a rerun of a football game that had aired earlier in the day. Elizabeth rolled her eyes at the very idea of calling that football. As usual at the beginning of her shift she went through the ambulance she'd be working in, ensuring that various controlled medical supplies were indeed still in the vehicle after the previous crew had signed off. Finishing up, she threw herself into the passenger seat and closed her eyes just as the radio crackled to life. "One reported GSW wound, Cold Spring Road by the golf course. Shooter believed to have left the area. Will keep you updated". Elizabeth shuffled herself over into the driver's seat as her partner clambered into the passenger seat.
An alarm went off in the background, a shrill two tone sound that alternated a few times before falling silent. Elizabeth drew a deep breath, knowing what was coming. Rising from her laptop she forced herself over to the fridge, a few bags of red fluid rested on the top shelf. She drew one out, throwing it in the microwave, heating it to a more bearable temperature. As she waited her fingers clenched the worktop's edge like claws. It was with her, perched, waiting in her throat. The Beast had come to know the routine, feed before a shift and fast until the next, even if it did love to try pushing Elizabeth over the edge.
The gentle beep of the microwave drew Elizabeth back to reality, carefully handling the hot bag. As she bit through the plastic she could feel the warm ambrosia slip past her teeth and slake the fire at the base of her throat. Her talons gripped the bag tighter and tighter, eking any last remaining drips before discarding the wrapper. Again the discontent of the Beast could be felt, hating the bag diet as much as Elizabeth herself did, but nonetheless it was quieted for the moment as the girl regained her composure and control. A quick look in the mirror to check for bloody streaks on her face and collar, and she was out the door.
At the vehicle depot everything was fairly quiet. A few of the EMT's were huddled in the communal room watching what appeared to be a rerun of a football game that had aired earlier in the day. Elizabeth rolled her eyes at the very idea of calling that football. As usual at the beginning of her shift she went through the ambulance she'd be working in, ensuring that various controlled medical supplies were indeed still in the vehicle after the previous crew had signed off. Finishing up, she threw herself into the passenger seat and closed her eyes just as the radio crackled to life. "One reported GSW wound, Cold Spring Road by the golf course. Shooter believed to have left the area. Will keep you updated". Elizabeth shuffled herself over into the driver's seat as her partner clambered into the passenger seat.
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