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Can I get a preview? Like special edition "because I'm so fucking stressed I need some good times to make me feel better" preview?
Oooo yay! (I know I'm on hiatus but this made me excitebike.)
Location: Grimm H.S.: Outside on the grass
Ashley had needed the moment of peace and quiet, of solitude. She was sure she wasn't truly alone but she figured that if the paparazzi were taking pictures in the distant shadows right now then she'd be okay. She could allow them these photographs if it meant she was alone with her thoughts at least. So long as they weren't pushing her down to get a panty shot she was fine, she could handle it. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she let it loose and she hugged herself, her shoes hitting off her hip as she did so. She wished Ada was here but knew that she and Kai had a lot of catching up to do, more than she'd rightly want to know but she was happy for them, mostly.
Her thoughts were quickly interrupted as she heard Marc. He wasn't happy. Again. God damn it. She said nothing, letting him get the flood of warnings and horrors out as she stood in silence. She lightly chewed the inside of her cheek and watched his face. She could hear fear in his voice but she didn't really understand why he cared so much, now of all times, about what happened to her. Sure they'd always been on civil and friendly terms but she'd moved on and so, she thought, had he. Everything was upside down for Ash right now and she didn't know what to do anymore.
She half expected him to drag her back inside but then he hugged her and said one line that caused her to feel more confusion than she had before. Finding it best to not speak more than she needed to right now, Ash swallowed the lump in her throat and hugged him back. Her hands caressed his back as she buried her face into the crook of his neck. She sighed and took in his musky scent, using it to help calm her some. He was still Marc and she was still Ash. Nothing had changed, just her mind it seemed.
Leaning back from the hug, small lines of tears streak down her cheek sans mascara this time as she hadn't reapplied more since her last session of tears. "I'm sorry Marc. I just, I needed a moment to myself. Some weirdo came storming into the office and had a breakdown so I slipped outside. I'm sorry..." Her voice cracked slightly and she looked down at the ground as she apologised to him, unable to keep eye contact with him right now.
Location: Best Exotic Hotel
Interacting With: Claire
Date: Morning/August 2nd,2016
Interaction Tags: @Lady Amalthea
Chuckling at Claire, Cass rolled her eyes and dried out her hair with a towel. She got herself dressed in a black, strapless crop top and a thigh length, flowing skirt with small floral patterns across the fabric. "Aye, right there with ye sister." Cass groaned as she let her slightly cool, damp hair fall down across her shoulders and she sighed as she felt it warming against her skin already. "Why did we come 'ere again? Oh aye... It was t'see your brother. Could he no 'ave moved to a country tha' didnae make breathin' feel like torture?!"
She folded her arms and pouted her lips out, mirroring Claire's overall mood and words of this place sucking. She glanced over at Claire and then raised an eyebrow as she realised what she was wearing. "Ye no' sweatin' enough already? Ye 'bout t'hit 'eh gym as well? Oooooh, waaaait a minute..." Cass tapped the side of her own head, just above her temple and smirked. She sauntered closer towards the door of the room and let her smirk grow wider. Cass twisted the doorknob and opened the door before continuing. "Ye dressin' like a boy 'cause yer main man Alc decided to plop yer arse off 'is lap? I thought I seen him starin' a bit much at Murphy. Ye hoping if ye hide yer lady assets he'll be more interested?" At her words, Cass darted out of the room and began the descent downstairs, giggling like a child.
Lana had hopped on her bike as soon as the conversation on the phone with Lawson was over. She figured she'd get there in no time but unfortunately she managed to get caught behind a jackass with an attitude problem and had to do her best not to slash every one of his tyres as he berated her for darting between cars on her motorbike. There was always one asshole and unfortunately they got Lana on a bad day. She took note of his face, car and licence plate before peeling away. She'd visit him later and give him a lesson in manners.
Finally making her way to the parking lot on the pier she spotted another bike parked up and a truck that had two very familiar men standing beside it. Lana parked up across the lot from where they were and hopped off her bike. She took her helmet off and let her hair fall down around her shoulders, a few stray strands blowing across her face as she put her helmet away and grabbed a pair of sunglasses out of the storage box of her bike and slipped them on. She wasn't keen on interrupting the giant Mexican Bulldozer but she did need to speak to Lawson. Figuring it'd look more suspect to stand around and wait, Lana walked towards the two men that towered over her.
"Hey Sugar Crotch! You cheating on me? Tsk tsk. I don't think I can compete with that hair. Whatever is a girl to do?" Lana grinned and wiggled her eyebrows while she shimmied her shoulders at Lawson and smiled at Caesar. Sure the man was intimidating but she'd seen him with his girls and she knew he was a soft touch really. Well, so long as you didn't give him reason to be harsh.
Lorna Dunn
Location: Queensguard Industries RnD Industrial Complex - The Diamond District
Hearing Alicia, Lorna sent a swift punch towards her shoulder and rolled her eyes at her friend. She was such a wind up merchant that Lorna was amazed that they hadn't come to blows over anything for real over all these years but then she remembered that she could give as good as she took and began to smirk. It's just what sisters did. She began to think of her brother and figured she'd need to give him a call tonight. It had been too long since they'd spoken.
The news story on the radio caused Lorna to frown some as she listened. So the two apparent suicides in the past year had been related by blood? That was... disconcerting. She half expected the radio to say that Lyle, the lawyer that lived with Lana in their building, was their cousin or some other such bullshit. She was grateful when Alicia turned the radio off but her mind was still moving through the motions of the information. There was clearly more to the goings on of Boston Heights than was apparent and Lorna was growing more and more curious. However, first things first, they had work to do today. The rest could be thought about later tonight.
As they pulled up to the gate, Lorna winced as the guy only checked their IDs and she sighed a little as the car was placed into park. She climbed out of the car as Alicia gave the current gate guard an earful and she gave a simple nod and "Got it, boss" as she made her way into the gate control box. She knew her words would make Alicia either laugh or growl since they were pretty much of the same level but she always gave the "boss's daughter" the extra respect when she was tearing someone a new asshole.
Finding the gate guard, Lorna folded her arms across her chest and leaned against the door frame. "What's up sweet cheeks? Listen, your pal outside has been given the ol' heave-ho so that means your work day just got a little bit busier. Don't worry though! You're not fired. Yet." Lorna's face split into a grin as she let the words sink in before continuing on. "So long as you check IDs, storage space and do your fuckin' job, you'll be a-okay. Understood?"
"Y-yes ma'am." The older gentleman, he looked about fifteen years older than herself, gulped as he gave a shaky and uncertain salute towards Lorna before straightening himself up and looking more alert than before.
"Good to hear. We'll get someone out to replace your friend but until such times as this happens, the first point of security on this place is on your shoulders. Do not let me down. I won't be happy if you let me down. Dismissed." She pushed herself off of the door frame and made her way back outside. She walked over to Alicia and gave a nod. "Taken care of." She stood at attention, waiting for the next order. She half expected this guy to put up a fight and she was waiting for it, ready as always.
Richard Johnson
Location: Quiet area of the Courthouse
Giving a polite nod to Astrid as she lifted their talkative new visitor, Richard wheeled himself out as best he could and led them to the room where he'd managed to nap earlier. He smirked a little to himself as he remembered Zoie earlier but then frowned as he recalled the bruises upon her body. A small huff of laughter let out when Astrid dumped the red head on the couch and he shook his head lightly. "Girl just had to keep her mouth shut and she'd have been fine." The irony was not lost on Richard. If he'd just kept his mouth shut earlier, he'd never have had the crap beaten out of him by Lorna but hey, hindsight was a wonderful thing.
Richard moved to hand the box of first aid supplies to Astrid and was about to give the short version of the story until he looked up and saw Kris storming into the room. He shut his mouth and glowered as she handed a knife over to Astrid and he rose an eyebrow wondering how she'd heard the question before she'd even entered the room. Then he heard her answering but was surprised when her answer was so short and uninformed that he wondered why Maria hadn't told her sister the whole story of their "split up". Opting to keep his mouth bolted shut, Richard merely maintained his angry glare and wheeled himself out of the room before Kris could storm out to do whatever other shit she was about to do. Girl needed to stop clamming up and talk to someone but, like himself, there was no one here that she probably trusted. Sure, Richard liked Froggy and Daisy Duke but he wouldn't say he completely trusted them. Mostly, but not completely.
Richard had left his chair by the inside door of the Courthouse and hobbled his way outside to find Miss Sally. He stumbled down the stairs some and saw Miss Sally not far out handing food out to people. He flagged her down and gave her a charming smile, accepting some food and water for Astrid, he already had food in his pack that Zoie had left for him earlier. He thanked her and asked for some help getting back inside as the door to the Courthouse was so damn heavy but they were both stopped in their tracks as the yelling that erupted from Ashton rooted them to the spot.
The following spectacle made Richard thankful that he had Daisy on his side. He wasn't sure what to make of this man, who so freely threatened death upon those that did not follow his orders, but the guy had been through a shit tonne today clearly. Richard's mind wandered to the woman who's body he had carried inside for Daisy earlier, about the female doctor that Froggy had failed to save, Lorna who had seemed friendly with the Captain and then Maria who had known him too. Then, there was the woman that had nearly shot him in the head who had then become breakfast for Deadbrains so that he could survive. Was she someone special to the Captain? Even if she hadn't been, that was five deaths out of people he knew, worked with and lived with for however long that the man had suffered through today. They were no doubt not the only deaths but they were the only ones that Richard was aware of.
Not wanting to fall into the firing line just yet Richard urged Miss Sally, who looked utterly shocked and saddened, to help him inside with a whisper. She let him inside, helped him into his chair and then went about her duty straight away. Richard gulped and wheeled himself into the back room where Astrid was, the door had been left ajar and stopped beside her. He handed her the food that Miss Sally had given him and gave a simple, crooked smile. "Welp, the new boss seems to have flipped his shit. Ye hear much back 'ere?"
Dr. Victor Bonheur
Location: Newnan Infirmary
Working in the infirmary with those that were free and willing to help, the mess of the various amputations and surgeries was cleaned up well and truly and all deceased bodies had been adequately wrapped and removed per the apparent procedure that was in place here. Victor sighed heavily as he realised what all had happened today. He'd lost two patients today, both people of this place that he now found himself in a moderate place of import with his position without even being asked nor even wanting if he was being honest. He had long since lost the drive to truly help people he did not know but, for some reason, he had ran into the fray as ready as he had used to do all those years ago when he did this for a living.
Moving over to the sink, Victor washed his hands, arms, face and neck. Watered down blood whirled around the sink bath, mixed with dirt and other mess that had accumulated on his face between being on the road and arriving here. He scrubbed his skin until it was practically raw but, right now, he needed to feel something and if this was what he had to do to make it happen, then he'd do it. He glanced around the room and saw his latest patient appeared to be stable and he then walked over to the man that had been tasked with guarding their Edenite prisoner.
Victor's face was cold and blank, staring at the man as he walked slowly towards him. Victor thanked the guard and asked him to stand a little ways away, still close enough to be doing his job but far enough that he would not hear anything that Victor could or would say to the prisoner. Not that he planned to say much, he just wanted the man to feel the adequate amount of fear towards the Doctor so that he could make threats without seeming like a heartless son of a bitch to everyone around him in the infirmary.
Before Victor could do or say anything, Ashton's raised voice carried into the Courthouse and, as he was no longer in the OR, he could hear it pretty clearly via the window that was wedged open to air the metallic scent of blood and bleach from the room. The words carried in and Victor knew he should have felt heavy and worried but he didn't. He knew his value and he knew what the poor man had been through. Whoever had pissed the Newnan Leader off had clearly deserved it and Victor would feel no remorse for them. When the yelling was done Victor crouched down in front of the prisoner who, if it were not for the lack of moisture in the man's mouth, would have spit right in Victor's face but instead Victor was graced with a horrible, putrid shit smell that emanated from the man's face hole instead.
Placing his hand on the prisoner's injured thigh, Victor placed pressure on and around it, causing him to yelp in pain as Victor silently glared at him for a while longer. Releasing the pressure, Victor nodded towards the window and gave a cold, little smile. "That man's fury that you 'eard just now? It is nothing compared to what I 'ave bottled up deep within me. I am the only one who can save you from whatever should befall you 'ere." Victor stood back up and maintained the stony facade that he had adopted. "If you should not co-operate I will make sure you live to feel all the pain possible. I will not allow you to die, not because you deserve to live, but because you deserve to suffer. Understanré?"
Agnes Brynja Johannsson
Location: Back of James's Truck >> Wagon outside the Courthouse
It had taken some time to get back from the diversion but it had worked. Bryn felt accomplished and was beginning to take a liking to the two people in the diversion team that had come out of Newnan. They didn't make her feel unwelcome, which was nice and strange all at once, but she wasn't sure what their angle was. She sat in the back of the truck in silence (no surprises there) and watched the scenery peeling away as they made their way back to Newnan. On their return, Bryn jumped out of the side of the truck and bounced on the spot as she landed. She gave a hard set attempt at a smile towards Zoie, not because she didn't like her or appreciate the help and kind words, but more because she hadn't smiled properly in a long time. At least not in a genuine nature.
Shifting her bike out from the truck was done in short order and Bryn swung her leg over the machine as she set it in idle and began to wheel it away from the area until the yelling started. She cut the engine off and let the man known as Ashton let his rage and frustration out on some poor sap. She rose an eyebrow and listened to the raving anger, letting it finish before moving once again. She heard Bridgette and then noticed Zoie was moving towards the source of the commotion and she figured it was safe enough to idle out. She didn't know where to go so, having seen Bridgette still upon her wagon, Bryn just made her way there and parked the bike up behind it.
Ms. Sally then wandered over to her from the Courthouse and handed her a small amount of food and a bottle of water. "Thanks." She opened the bottle and drank some of the room temperature liquid before closing it over and placing it in her pack. She looked up to Bridgette the wagon and gave her a simple nod of greeting before starting to chow into the dried meat she'd been given. It was nice, salty, filling. Exactly what she needed right then. She wondered what this place was going to be like when it wasn't strained and uncomfortable. Maybe she'd stick around and find out, maybe she wouldn't. She'd play it by ear for now.
Will try to make time tomorrow. If not then Friday will be my posting day. Work has been hectic. Family life has been hectic. I'm absolutely beat. Sorry guys. v.v
Frick
Location: Newnan Infirmary
Richard glancd up from watching Astrid restraining Motor Mouth and rolled his eyes are Kris's comment. "Listen sweet cheeks, according to you and yer dearly departed sister and guardian, my hittin' a woman is second nature for me. So why yer so surprised is fuckin' beyond me." His face was stone cold and emotionless as he growled the words at the only remaining member of the three muska-tardos. He glanced over to Astrid as she scolded Kris in a flat and emotionless way. Well that was nice. Wasn't often that Richard was the damsel in distress in a situation. Twice in one day, he was on a fucking roll apparently.
Victor continued his work in silence, tutting and huffing as he worked. He could feel the eyes of the viking woman and young Kris on him as he worked but it did not phase him. He could handle viewers, just not commentators. Richard glanced over to Kris and saw her staring at the one handed madam on the gurney being saved by Victor. Contrary to what people would believe, Richard did feel bad for Kris. He knew what it was to lose a loved one, a sibling or a friend, he'd been through the same. He'd lost his best friend before the outbreak when he was young, probably younger than Kris was now. His brother had died to save him, years ago, not long after the outbreak. He rubbed his thumbs along both his forearms, his hands clasping at them as he did so. He looked down at his tattoos and chewed on the insides of his cheek. His jaw squared off and he was only brought back to the present when Kris spoke out again. He expected it to be another retort at his expense but she was just stating her departure. Good. Richard didn't want to fight anymore.
Victor looked up momentarily and bid Kris goodbye with a silent nod of his head. The vein that had been pulsing not moments before had now calmed down enough that only a mild sheen of sweat could be seen on his forehead now. That was until Neisha awakened from her induced slumber and began to scream like a banshee. Richard glanced at the tied up chick and shook his head as she screamed like a god damn infant before she called out a name repeatedly. Harry. Who the fuck was Harry? Probably someone important to her, Richard and Victor both knew what that was like. To have the name of a lost one on the tip of your tongue in your most vulnerable moments of life. But it was no excuse to act like a damn baby in this world.
Neisha did not appear to be calming down and Victor growled loudly as she struggled against her restraints, her noise levels growing louder and louder. Harry's name was replaced by a Sophie and Richard almost walked over to clock her again, but instead Victor grabbed something from the cart and stormed over to Neisha as he yelled. "Calmez Ă vous seins!" His hands were clenched at his side, one of them was holding an administration device for delivering sedatives quickly to troublesome patients. It was his last ditch effort to calm her down while he finished his work on his patient who was, unfortunately, recieving interrupted care at the hands of her supposed friend. Victor pierced the needle into Neisha's neck and then moved away as quickly as he had arrived to continue his work.
The sedative was not enough to completely knock her out but it was enough to keep her docile and quiet until he was done. He looked to Richard and sighed heavily. "Could you take 'er to Miss Sally, s'il vous plaît? She needs somewhere quiet to relax, that is not near me, and she will need food and water. Miss Astrid, would you like to accompany Richard with your friend? That way she will 'opefully remain calmer once the sedative wears off." Richard gave a curt nod to Victor as he grabbed his former wheelchair and wheeled it over. One of the guys guarding the Infirmary doors ran over and hoisted Neisha into the wheelchair, knowing full well that Richard couldn't do it right now. A gruff "Thank you" came out of Richard before he began to try and push the chair. He then realised it hurt like a mother fucker and winced from the pain.
"Mary mother of fuckin' Jesus that smarts! Fancy helpin' a damsel in distress?" He nodded at Astrid then nodded at the drugged up Neisha. Victor walked over to Richard and handed him a small box of medical supplies for dealing with minor wounds. "To clean the wounds from 'er restraints." He left as quickly as he came and went back to work. Richard chuckled a little and nodded before looking to Astrid. "Shall we find ya some proper food and get this one somewhere quiet and away from Doc?"
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