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24 year-old Uni Student from Bonn, Germany
[UTC+1/CET]
(High) Casual - Advanced
been RPing for about 10 years now
Always open for new ideas :)
[UTC+1/CET]
(High) Casual - Advanced
been RPing for about 10 years now
Always open for new ideas :)
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@Mateotis: took you along, hope that's fine??
Takiko nodded at him recognizing his praise, she might start feeling proud when they had time to rest. Then she looked at James and back at Ryan again, trying to think of the best way to carry the guy up the stairs. Ryan was more the nerdy type, it seemed. She normally wouldn't care, but now they needed to lift practically dead.weight up two sets of stairs. It actually looked like she was the stronger one. And she was smaller, so they'd be a bit more balanced when headed up the stairs. "I'll take the shoulder, you take the feet?" she asked him, already heading over to squatting down by James and reaching for his shoulders.
Together, they started lifting James upstairs. The first set of stairs proved difficult, but going slowly, without being too slow, they made it into the hallway, whre they had to set him down for a bit, taking a short break. Takiko wiped her forehead with her sleeve again, feeling the strong need of a good long bath to get all the dirt and sweat out of her pores. She had managed a quick wash the day before, but nothing compared to soaking in hot water for an hour. SHe couldn't remember the last time she had actually felt absolutely clean.
Wtih a sigh, she untied her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders. It almost reached to her hips now. After untangling it a bit with her fingers she proceeded to pile it on the back of her head again and fix it in a bun again. She used to love wearing it open but these days it was mostly in the way. Her eyes fell on Ryan and she nodded her head towards the second flight of stairs. "Let's get it over with?" she asked, while taking position again. Once uptairs, she directed them into one of the rooms to their right and, as she had remembered, there was a wide bed inside. It was issing any sheets or pillows, of course, but they were lucky it was one of the few pieces of furniture that had been put or left in the otherwise empty house.
Carefully and under, from second to second worse, aching muscles, they placed the still uncoscoius James on the bed. RId of the weight, Takiko slumped down, breathing hard, arms, back and legs burning from the exhaustion. She took deep, even breaths for a while before getting up again and sitting by James' side, finger feeling for his puls, which was reassuringly growing stronger, before she placed her hand on his forehead. Warm, but not yet anything to worry about. She sighed in relief and looked at Ryan. "I'll go get my things, look after him for a bit?" She didn't wait for an answer, instead hurried out the door and into the basement with wobbly, aching legs, afraod they might not hold her anymore if she waited even one second longer. It took her no time at all to be back upstairs in the room. She nodded at Ryan for thanks and then proceeded to take off her hoodie, balling it up and carefully placing it under James head, then unfolded her jacket to cover him with it, though her rather small jacket barely managed to cover his borad shoulders. The basement had been cold and night would be coming soon, she couldn't risk him getting too cold, though it left her her jeans and black tanktop. With a small sigh, she sat down, leaning her back against the bed and proceeded to free her hands of gloves and patches, taking a look at the several small and big scratched covering her skin, before starting to treat them, though it was kind of hard to do so for herself.
Together, they started lifting James upstairs. The first set of stairs proved difficult, but going slowly, without being too slow, they made it into the hallway, whre they had to set him down for a bit, taking a short break. Takiko wiped her forehead with her sleeve again, feeling the strong need of a good long bath to get all the dirt and sweat out of her pores. She had managed a quick wash the day before, but nothing compared to soaking in hot water for an hour. SHe couldn't remember the last time she had actually felt absolutely clean.
Wtih a sigh, she untied her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders. It almost reached to her hips now. After untangling it a bit with her fingers she proceeded to pile it on the back of her head again and fix it in a bun again. She used to love wearing it open but these days it was mostly in the way. Her eyes fell on Ryan and she nodded her head towards the second flight of stairs. "Let's get it over with?" she asked, while taking position again. Once uptairs, she directed them into one of the rooms to their right and, as she had remembered, there was a wide bed inside. It was issing any sheets or pillows, of course, but they were lucky it was one of the few pieces of furniture that had been put or left in the otherwise empty house.
Carefully and under, from second to second worse, aching muscles, they placed the still uncoscoius James on the bed. RId of the weight, Takiko slumped down, breathing hard, arms, back and legs burning from the exhaustion. She took deep, even breaths for a while before getting up again and sitting by James' side, finger feeling for his puls, which was reassuringly growing stronger, before she placed her hand on his forehead. Warm, but not yet anything to worry about. She sighed in relief and looked at Ryan. "I'll go get my things, look after him for a bit?" She didn't wait for an answer, instead hurried out the door and into the basement with wobbly, aching legs, afraod they might not hold her anymore if she waited even one second longer. It took her no time at all to be back upstairs in the room. She nodded at Ryan for thanks and then proceeded to take off her hoodie, balling it up and carefully placing it under James head, then unfolded her jacket to cover him with it, though her rather small jacket barely managed to cover his borad shoulders. The basement had been cold and night would be coming soon, she couldn't risk him getting too cold, though it left her her jeans and black tanktop. With a small sigh, she sat down, leaning her back against the bed and proceeded to free her hands of gloves and patches, taking a look at the several small and big scratched covering her skin, before starting to treat them, though it was kind of hard to do so for herself.
"Good, keep it just like that." Takiko told Ryan as she positioned herself on her knees, bent over James' head. She picked up the needle, disinfected it again, not because it was necessary, because when she had let go of it it had ended up on top of the clean bandages she had layn out for use next to them. She merely did it for her own sake. She was nervous about what she was doing even if she didn't show it and making sure needle and thread were the cleanest they could get helped her feel a little more confident about her ability to do this.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a few seconds, focusing on the task at hand and keeping absolutely calm,then she fixed her eyes on the wound and reached out, doing the first stitch.It felt weird, seeing and feeling that she was stitching his skin back together and it was definetly a feeling that would take a lot getting used to. Not that she planned on doing this again anytime soon. And she really hoped she wouldn't need to either. The stitching took some time. She was being extremely careful and thurough, placing them at the exact same distances and trying to do them neither too tightly nor too loose.
Making the last of the stitches she exhaled a rush of air as she sat up and put the needle away. She closed her eyes for a second, wiping her forehead with her sleeve, then using the heel of her hand to push her glasses back in place. Opening her eyes, she looked at Ryan and forced a smile. "I'll bandage it now and then we can get him upstairs." she briefly let him know, before taking off the second pair of gloves, still leaving the ones she'd been wearing ever since she'd had that little accident on the road on. The bandaids she'd put on her scratched up hands hat red stains already, that could be seen through the thin latex gloves. She'd need to change them when she had the time. Right now it didn't matter that much though.
Takiko grabbed the iodine ointment once more, putting it on the gauze, then plazed the latter on the wound before wrapping it all securely with a bandage, which was a little difficult to do with James lying face down, but she managed alright. To her amazement her hands only started shaking after she was done and sat back on her heels to get a look at her work. She clutched them together,trying to keep them still, not wanting Ryan to see her reaction. She took a deep breath to compose herself then looked up at the other guy. "You can stop with the flashlight now." she told him, then added: "Thanks." before she got up and collected all the things she'd used, putting them back together and into her bag. She glanced at the creature in the corner and noticed her gun a few meters besides it, lying on the floor. She went over to grab it, putting the safety back in and putting it in the back of her jeans again, safely resting against her spine, and pulled her hoodie overneath, getting it out of view before turning back to Ryan. "I will get my things later, let's just get him somewhere dry and warm for now, okay?" she asked, noticing she had used a rather commanding town with him until now, something she wasn't used to and now, felt a little embarrassed about.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a few seconds, focusing on the task at hand and keeping absolutely calm,then she fixed her eyes on the wound and reached out, doing the first stitch.It felt weird, seeing and feeling that she was stitching his skin back together and it was definetly a feeling that would take a lot getting used to. Not that she planned on doing this again anytime soon. And she really hoped she wouldn't need to either. The stitching took some time. She was being extremely careful and thurough, placing them at the exact same distances and trying to do them neither too tightly nor too loose.
Making the last of the stitches she exhaled a rush of air as she sat up and put the needle away. She closed her eyes for a second, wiping her forehead with her sleeve, then using the heel of her hand to push her glasses back in place. Opening her eyes, she looked at Ryan and forced a smile. "I'll bandage it now and then we can get him upstairs." she briefly let him know, before taking off the second pair of gloves, still leaving the ones she'd been wearing ever since she'd had that little accident on the road on. The bandaids she'd put on her scratched up hands hat red stains already, that could be seen through the thin latex gloves. She'd need to change them when she had the time. Right now it didn't matter that much though.
Takiko grabbed the iodine ointment once more, putting it on the gauze, then plazed the latter on the wound before wrapping it all securely with a bandage, which was a little difficult to do with James lying face down, but she managed alright. To her amazement her hands only started shaking after she was done and sat back on her heels to get a look at her work. She clutched them together,trying to keep them still, not wanting Ryan to see her reaction. She took a deep breath to compose herself then looked up at the other guy. "You can stop with the flashlight now." she told him, then added: "Thanks." before she got up and collected all the things she'd used, putting them back together and into her bag. She glanced at the creature in the corner and noticed her gun a few meters besides it, lying on the floor. She went over to grab it, putting the safety back in and putting it in the back of her jeans again, safely resting against her spine, and pulled her hoodie overneath, getting it out of view before turning back to Ryan. "I will get my things later, let's just get him somewhere dry and warm for now, okay?" she asked, noticing she had used a rather commanding town with him until now, something she wasn't used to and now, felt a little embarrassed about.
Slowly, Takiko lowered the knife as the guy talked. He seemed to be a few years younger than her, with short brown hair and not much taller than herself. His built was probably the opposite of the muscular James' lying behind her. It seemed the conditions they had been living in had had much the same effect on his body as it had on her own. Unusually thin, but she was at least well trained. He -Ryan, she corrected herself- Ryan, seemed anything but dangerous. Or at least not someone she wouldn't be able to handle if he did turn out to be dangerous. She sighed and put the knife back in its sheath in her boot, lifting her knee for that motion, but never letting him out of sight. She wondered, for a second, when she had grown into such a suspiscious person.
"Takiko." she answered his question, then remembered the rest of what he'd said. "You're right, I could use some help. But I need to stitch him back together first, you could hold the flashlight for now." She paused, then added. "You're alright with blood?" Just to make sure. He already looked like he wasn't too strong, so getting James, literally dead weight at the moment, upstairs would be quite the chore. If Ryan ended up queasy and sick from the sight of some blood, they wouldn't be able to get James anywhere.
She glanced back at her patient, still ou cold. For one part it relieved her, since she wasn't finished with him yet, for the other she was growing worried that his head might've taken a hit it couldn't take. WIth one last glance at the newcomer, she turned back around, her hands going to James's throat again, fingers searching for his pulse, then staying there. She concentrated, making sure he was at least rbeathing normally. With a satisfied nod, she sad up again and looked back at Ryan. "Sorry, No time for good manners, I need to close that wound. That one lying over there is already too risky. I'm trying to avoid infection or inflammation." she explained, for the latter gesturing towards the creature lying in the corner.
"Takiko." she answered his question, then remembered the rest of what he'd said. "You're right, I could use some help. But I need to stitch him back together first, you could hold the flashlight for now." She paused, then added. "You're alright with blood?" Just to make sure. He already looked like he wasn't too strong, so getting James, literally dead weight at the moment, upstairs would be quite the chore. If Ryan ended up queasy and sick from the sight of some blood, they wouldn't be able to get James anywhere.
She glanced back at her patient, still ou cold. For one part it relieved her, since she wasn't finished with him yet, for the other she was growing worried that his head might've taken a hit it couldn't take. WIth one last glance at the newcomer, she turned back around, her hands going to James's throat again, fingers searching for his pulse, then staying there. She concentrated, making sure he was at least rbeathing normally. With a satisfied nod, she sad up again and looked back at Ryan. "Sorry, No time for good manners, I need to close that wound. That one lying over there is already too risky. I'm trying to avoid infection or inflammation." she explained, for the latter gesturing towards the creature lying in the corner.
Hey, I'd be really interested in BossxSecretary or AssassinxTarget, as for the time, I'd leave that up to you, I'm pretty much open for anything ;)
It was a good thing Takiko hadn't started stitching yet. Needle in hand she had been about to start when she heard a shuffling sound, followed by a quiet voice. "Umm...hello." a male voice said, making her jolt. She let go of the needle instantly and was up on her feet and turned, knife pulled out of her boot and in her hand, in a series of fast, fluent movements. Her heartbeat sped up, thumping into her throat as she stared at the guy that stood by the steps. She noticed she had already made several steps towards him as well, purely out of instinct. When she noticed he was positively human, she lowered the knife she had been pointing at his head. She didn't put it away though, still suspicious.
"How long have you been here?" she asked him, eyes narrowed to slits. She hoped he was not one of those survivors that stole from others. She really couldn't use that kind of distraction right now, James was lying behind her, she had unconsciously shielded him from view. She had to hurry and stitch his wound back together. Who knew how long he'd been lying in this cold, wet basement before she'd found him? Takiko would have to get him somewhere war and dry, somehow.
"How long have you been here?" she asked him, eyes narrowed to slits. She hoped he was not one of those survivors that stole from others. She really couldn't use that kind of distraction right now, James was lying behind her, she had unconsciously shielded him from view. She had to hurry and stitch his wound back together. Who knew how long he'd been lying in this cold, wet basement before she'd found him? Takiko would have to get him somewhere war and dry, somehow.
Great, looking forward to next week then ;)
James lay down, face towards the floor as she'd instructed him to do. Her jacket was balled up, his arms encircling it and his forehead resting on it. Takiko observed for a second, then decided against climbing onto hi back to get better access to his headwound and knelt down in front of him. She put everything she'd need in order around her, ready to be used and disinfected thrice. She took a deep breath, but tried to be silent about it. She still thought it would be better to not tell him exactly how much experience she had with this kind of wound. Or with stitches. Or any kind of attending to any kind of wounds. She she swallowed as she started dabbing the wounds with the iodine ointment she had found in the cars first aid kit. She noticed James twitch but he wasn't moaning. Yet. She bit her lower lip, chewing on it as she proceeded to dab and wipe and clean until she was satisfied. At least he had stopped bleeding so much. There was absolutely nothing she could do if he lost too much blood, she wasn't even sure if she'd be able to find proper mediaction against inflammation around here. And she'd have to at least look for it. Because no matter how much she desinfected and no matter how much ointment she used, she was still stitching him back together in a basement, one they were shearing with a dead creature, and with a sewing-needle at that. Not to mention the thread she was using.
She leaned back, blinking and shaking her head. She had no use for doubt now, there was noone else here to take care of this man. And with humanity being eradicated at this rate, they should try to keep each other alive as much as possible. Or at least that was her own mindset. She took another deep breath. "I'll start stitching you back together now." she announced to her patient, but not receiveing an answer. Her breath caught and for a second she stared at him, noticing he'd slightly slumped together. She reached out, feeling for his pulse, having to fight her own rapid heartbeat to be able to feel or hear his. She waited, eyes staring at nothing, only concentrating on her fingers against his throat. There. She sighed in relieve. There was a pulse. She sat back up, looking at him. "Probably better that way." she told him, trying to convince herself as well. WIth head injuries it was never good to lose consciousness.
But better do it now, before he woke up. If he wakes up. a voice whispered in the back of her mind but she shut it out and slid a little forward so that she had a better view and angle at the wound. The light was anything but satisfying. She grabbed the flashlight, placing it on his broad muscled back, it's light hitting the wound. Not ideal, but better. She reached out, fingers carefully putting his flesh back into place. It was amazing her hands weren't shaking like mad. Maybe she should have become a surgeon after all.
She leaned back, blinking and shaking her head. She had no use for doubt now, there was noone else here to take care of this man. And with humanity being eradicated at this rate, they should try to keep each other alive as much as possible. Or at least that was her own mindset. She took another deep breath. "I'll start stitching you back together now." she announced to her patient, but not receiveing an answer. Her breath caught and for a second she stared at him, noticing he'd slightly slumped together. She reached out, feeling for his pulse, having to fight her own rapid heartbeat to be able to feel or hear his. She waited, eyes staring at nothing, only concentrating on her fingers against his throat. There. She sighed in relieve. There was a pulse. She sat back up, looking at him. "Probably better that way." she told him, trying to convince herself as well. WIth head injuries it was never good to lose consciousness.
But better do it now, before he woke up. If he wakes up. a voice whispered in the back of her mind but she shut it out and slid a little forward so that she had a better view and angle at the wound. The light was anything but satisfying. She grabbed the flashlight, placing it on his broad muscled back, it's light hitting the wound. Not ideal, but better. She reached out, fingers carefully putting his flesh back into place. It was amazing her hands weren't shaking like mad. Maybe she should have become a surgeon after all.
Hmm, I'd say we'll just take care of your characers until you're back?
We can just knock James out for now ^.^
And Ducky could take Kat in?
We can just knock James out for now ^.^
And Ducky could take Kat in?
yeah xD
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