RockFace

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"Mad?" Poitr couldn't imagine being mad at the helpless child. "Of course I won't be mad." He notices fresh blood from a gash on Ella's arm and, thankful he can do something for her, gently ties the handkerchief around her wound. Ella winces. The piece of fabric is quickly soaked through, and does almost nothing to help her condition. Any sense of accomplishment Poitr had is quickly replaced by helplessness of his own. She's in so much pain. I just want her to be safe.

The sound of sirens is distant, but approaching fast. A second set of sirens is further away, the already-harsh tones from the two vehicles clashing.

He notices she is still hesitant. "I promise, nothing you say will make me mad."

(rockface and faithfulmuse) The hunt

Wanted to leave the extent of the girl's injuries to you.

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Poitr relays the information to the operator, who instructs him to try to stop any bleeding, remain on the line, and again not to move the child. He tries to set the phone to speaker mode, but fails and just sets down the phone.

"Okay Ella, are you bleeding badly? Where does it hurt?"

He can't tell if she even is still bleeding. There is a lot of dirt and dried blood on top of her wounds. He has a single light-green handkerchief which he takes out of his pocket.

From the ground the faint voice of the operator can be heard. The ambulance is almost there. The operator asks a few more questions and tries to get Poitr's attention, but he has his own question in mind for Ella.

"What did this to you?"

(rockface and faithfulmuse) The hunt

Feel free to make dialogue for my character if you want.

(rockface and faithfulmuse) The hunt

"My name is Poitr, what's yours?" Finding something to say makes him feel better. He barely expects any response; the child looks to be in shock.

"An ambulance is on the way. Can you tell me anything else about your location? A cross-street or business?"

Poitr describes what he can see from the alley, not wanting to leave the girl. The operator relays this to the ambulance.

"How did she get hurt? Are there any threats still there?"

"I don't know, but there's no one else here."

"Do you have any first aid training?"

"A long time ago. No."

"Is she alert? Breathing?"

"Yes. I'm not sure how alert, she hasn't said anything."

"But she is conscious?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Don't move her. Ask her some questions - where she is, what day it is, what her name is, how old she is, If she's alright with receiving first aid, then get back to me."

He thinks that she can hear the operator, so he turns to the girl and returns to his earlier question.

"Hey. What's your name?"

(rockface and faithfulmuse) The hunt

How's the pace for you?

Also what age range is your character?

(rockface and faithfulmuse) The hunt

Poitr thinks the girl looks slightly less terrified of him. He checks his phone. 4 missed calls. 12 new text messages. Most are probably for work. He's tempted to see if any are from his wife. He dismisses the notification and opens the dialer. 1, 1, 2, Send. Still crouching in front of her, he wants to comfort her, but he doesn't know what else to do or say. He's reminded of standing in front of his wife not too long ago.

"112 what is your emergency?" The words snap him back.

"Um, yes I need an ambulance. I found a girl. she's hurt, beat-up, bleeding. I-"

"What is your location?"

How far did I walk? "Past the Old Toad." He composes his thoughts. "West of the Old Toad Inn, off of King Street. I don't know the name of the street."

"What species is she?"

"Human." Pretty sure she's human, anyways.

"Please stay on the line."

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PMing Fat Boy

New to roleplaying

Joined up in a 1x1 (non-romantic) and I had to stop myself from writing way too much. Really enjoying it :D

and Kirra, I mean www.reddit.com/r/youenteradungeon
One person posts a scenario, and a bunch of people respond. Pretty much a bunch of one-shots, but some end up going on for quite a while.

(rockface and faithfulmuse) The hunt

The man hesitates as the girl - no, child - cowers away from him. Far too young to be his wife, the only similarity the color of their hair. Questions flood his mind. Who is she? Is she homeless? Where is her family? His mind a fog, he can't even begin to piece together the answers. "Please don't hurt me." The words, and the emotions behind them, take a moment to comprehend. She is terrified.

On realizing this, Poitr turns his full attention to the child. For the first time he notices her injuries, and how much blood there is. Was she abandoned? Attacked? The questions continued to hurt his head. The range of emotions he experienced over the last few hours didn't help. He turns to face one end of the alley and yells, "Anyone? Help?"

He crouches in front of the child, bringing him to her level. As he does, the pendant is barely visible, pressed to the inside of his white shirt. "It's okay, I won't hurt you." He manages to talk without slurring his words. "I'll call an ambulance, and you'll be alright." He fumbles, reaching for the phone in his pocket.