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It’s none of my business what people say of me and think of me. I am what I am and I do what I do. I expect nothing and accept everything. And it makes life so much easier.
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“There is no such thing as a new idea. It is impossible. We simply take a lot of old ideas and put them into a sort of mental kaleidoscope. We give them a turn and they make new and curious combinations. We keep on turning and making new combinations indefinitely; but they are the same old pieces of colored glass that have been in use through all the ages.”
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@XandryaHe might just need a Snickers is all. *shrug*
“Well the hell with this, Nate, I’m not letting you of all people help while I sit on my ass doing nothing.” Vin yelled from the back seat, unsure if he was more upset that Nate was being all high and mighty, or that he just got hit in the face with the jerk’s sweaty shirt.
“I didn’t want to stay in here anyway!...”
Vincent shoved the passenger seat forward and stepped out onto the gravel alongside the road, almost losing his footing in the process. Except for the light shining from the car’s head & tail lights, the area they stopped in was complete and utter darkness, with no other vehicles in either direction. What the hell was the group doing out here in the middle of nowhere? He couldn’t pinpoint it, but something felt off, as though a slow surge of energy were travelling through his body, causing small tremors on his skin. He examined his arms, nothing noticeably different about the tattoos, no movement, but he felt it nonetheless. Part of him just wanted to jump back in the car and peel ass away from everyone and everything and back to his own damn life and problems. He was angry, but not so much at his Nate and Jennifer, but about the situation and about himself. And it seemed the car ride didn’t help to alleviate the frustration building...
“Fuckin’ boonies” He mumbled angrily, staring out into the oblivion, before heading over to the other two hovering over the injured road warrior.
“Whoa, let’s not be hasty here…” Vin quickly interjected as he walked up, overhearing Nate asking Jennifer to heal the unknown man, but before he could continue his protest, Jennifer had already made up her mind, as reluctant as she may have been about the decision.
Vincent looked at her, but couldn’t say anything. Who was he to her anyway? Certainly not anyone of significance, and he wasn’t about to tell her what she should and shouldn’t do, so the inevitable would have to run it’s course.
“How do we know we aren’t going to fuckin’ lose her in the process?” He shot Nate a nasty look, feeling his own skin crawling in the process. “And trust me, I’d much rather have her around than you or whoever this guy is...”
Vincent turned and walked back toward the car, clenching his fist until he reached the trunk, and slammed it down onto the metal. The pain subsided, but he knew he would probably feel it later, if there was a later. Vin’s thoughts of Trish flooded back in the worst way, as she had been the last person he really cared enough about, even all those years ago before she left him. He’d been helpless when she eventually overdosed and died from the drugs, and the booze, and partying, and all the shit that probably should have killed Vincent first. And yet now he had a chance to help Jennifer, to maybe talk some sense into her, and yet why would he?
Maybe it is her fate to take on all the evil living inside the one she heals, only to deal with the repercussions on her own. Vin didn’t want to be there when it tore her apart bit by bit.
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“I didn’t want to stay in here anyway!...”
Vincent shoved the passenger seat forward and stepped out onto the gravel alongside the road, almost losing his footing in the process. Except for the light shining from the car’s head & tail lights, the area they stopped in was complete and utter darkness, with no other vehicles in either direction. What the hell was the group doing out here in the middle of nowhere? He couldn’t pinpoint it, but something felt off, as though a slow surge of energy were travelling through his body, causing small tremors on his skin. He examined his arms, nothing noticeably different about the tattoos, no movement, but he felt it nonetheless. Part of him just wanted to jump back in the car and peel ass away from everyone and everything and back to his own damn life and problems. He was angry, but not so much at his Nate and Jennifer, but about the situation and about himself. And it seemed the car ride didn’t help to alleviate the frustration building...
“Fuckin’ boonies” He mumbled angrily, staring out into the oblivion, before heading over to the other two hovering over the injured road warrior.
“Whoa, let’s not be hasty here…” Vin quickly interjected as he walked up, overhearing Nate asking Jennifer to heal the unknown man, but before he could continue his protest, Jennifer had already made up her mind, as reluctant as she may have been about the decision.
Vincent looked at her, but couldn’t say anything. Who was he to her anyway? Certainly not anyone of significance, and he wasn’t about to tell her what she should and shouldn’t do, so the inevitable would have to run it’s course.
“How do we know we aren’t going to fuckin’ lose her in the process?” He shot Nate a nasty look, feeling his own skin crawling in the process. “And trust me, I’d much rather have her around than you or whoever this guy is...”
Vincent turned and walked back toward the car, clenching his fist until he reached the trunk, and slammed it down onto the metal. The pain subsided, but he knew he would probably feel it later, if there was a later. Vin’s thoughts of Trish flooded back in the worst way, as she had been the last person he really cared enough about, even all those years ago before she left him. He’d been helpless when she eventually overdosed and died from the drugs, and the booze, and partying, and all the shit that probably should have killed Vincent first. And yet now he had a chance to help Jennifer, to maybe talk some sense into her, and yet why would he?
Maybe it is her fate to take on all the evil living inside the one she heals, only to deal with the repercussions on her own. Vin didn’t want to be there when it tore her apart bit by bit.
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More notes on Kelly :)
- Her body is now able to purge the sedatives quicker, so she is coming around now.
- Her eyes were opened the whole time, but her body was unresponsive. Since her vision is much more acute, she saw the tattooed guy swipe
Jimmy’s card when he walked by him.
- Part of her is feeding off the fear of the kid, almost like it’s a high. But the other half of her is still frightened and confused, especially as her head begins to clear.
- Her body is now able to purge the sedatives quicker, so she is coming around now.
- Her eyes were opened the whole time, but her body was unresponsive. Since her vision is much more acute, she saw the tattooed guy swipe
Jimmy’s card when he walked by him.
- Part of her is feeding off the fear of the kid, almost like it’s a high. But the other half of her is still frightened and confused, especially as her head begins to clear.
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Who was this freak that thought he had the right to walk into her room and start some shit? Kelly’s reactions would have been much more excitable and frantic if it wasn't for the “fuck it all” serum they injected into her hours ago. Although, she had a bit more mobility than expected, it wasn't enough to pull away from the tattooed man. James on the other hand stood there petrified, holding the woman up, and staring, locked eye to eye as though he'd witnessed a car crash. He angled his head, slightly intrigued by whatever uneasy impressions Kelly had left on him, and leaned in closer so their noses touched.
“What the hell are you?” His tone overlaid with confusion and a hint of anger as though lack of understanding pissed him off.
“I ASKED WHAT THE HELL YOU ARE, BITCH?” The kid emphasized his anger by violently shaking her.
The echoes of screaming reverberated off every wall and into the hallway, where a passing orderly responded to the noise, calling over to one of the nearby nurses for help.
“James! Let her go, now!” An older nurse demanded, pulling out a syringe from her coat pocket. “You know better than this!”
James’ expression instantly changed to that of sorrow and guilt, as a small child being reprimanded by a parent. He turned his attention toward the nurse, she motioned with her hands, and James slowly removed his grasp, as Kelly's body slid down the wall crumpling into a sitting position on the floor. He crossed his arms and slumped over while walking toward the door, giving the nurse a dirty grin as he went by. “Cunt”. Followed by a mock punch toward the young orderly, causing him to flinch, and James to start laughing hysterically, skipping off into another direction.
The nurse shook her head and walked over to Kelly’s body.
“Jimmy, come help me with her, please” She said to the skinny orderly standing in the doorway, watching as the tattooed freak went further down the hall.
They both lifted her up onto the bed in a prone position causing a bit of a moan from the girl and the nurse checked her pulse. Satisfied with the results, she fixed Kelly’s gown and headed back out the door, instructing Jimmy to replace some of the linens before he leaves the room. The kid nodded in acknowledgement, but had a weird feeling about being in there, the same feeling that he had in the room next door a few hours ago.
“Ok Jimmy, just one more hour until your shift is over, and you can get the hell out of this place until Monday.” The thought made him grin as he busily took the soiled towels and sheets and replaced them with slightly less repulsive linens.
He stopped what he was doing for a moment, as though the thought of being watched just occurred to him. He turned his head and noticed the girl laying in the bed had her eyes opened, yet they weren’t necessarily fixed on anything in particular.
“H-Hello?” He waved his hand hoping to catch her attention, but the eyes were unmoving.
“Oh my god, that’s creepy…” He said, slowly walking over to the side of the bed, and reaching his hand out toward her face, hoping to close her eyelids. A sudden muscle spasm caused Kelly’s body to shifted slightly, scaring the kid enough that he stumbled backwards, tripping over a floor mob, which sent him crashing into the small linen cart nearby that wheeled forward hitting the door, and causing it to close, engaging the auto lock. Jimmy looked back frantically.
“Oh no no no….” He scrambled to his feet, and tried the door, before searching around for his keycard. “Shit, where is it?” He mumbled, walking around the room to see if he’d dropped it somewhere.
The sweat forming on her arms and wrists made it easier to slip out of the loosened leather restraints, and she quickly went to work unbuckling the remaining straps with her free hand.
“This place isn’t going to hold me, I swear I will kick everyone’s ass on my way out.” Czigani grumbled to herself.
The crash she heard coming from the next room snapped her attention to the dividing wall, and then to the small ventilation grate near the top, which also fed into the next room and allowed her to eavesdrop on much of what was going on, especially sounds she was surprised to have picked up. She could hear Jimmy worriedly mumbling something to himself, and for whatever reason, this brought a little smile to her face. She was sort of an ass to him, even though he went out of his way to grab a pair of maroon-colored hospital scrubs because he’d run out of the standard patient gowns. Czigani liked the kid, he seemed about the only genuinely nice staff member at an otherwise hell hole of a clinic, he just needed to toughen up if he was going to survive this place.
“Geez Jimmy, what the fuck are you getting yourself into now?” She said in a low tone under her meaningless grin.
@Xandrya
“What the hell are you?” His tone overlaid with confusion and a hint of anger as though lack of understanding pissed him off.
“I ASKED WHAT THE HELL YOU ARE, BITCH?” The kid emphasized his anger by violently shaking her.
The echoes of screaming reverberated off every wall and into the hallway, where a passing orderly responded to the noise, calling over to one of the nearby nurses for help.
“James! Let her go, now!” An older nurse demanded, pulling out a syringe from her coat pocket. “You know better than this!”
James’ expression instantly changed to that of sorrow and guilt, as a small child being reprimanded by a parent. He turned his attention toward the nurse, she motioned with her hands, and James slowly removed his grasp, as Kelly's body slid down the wall crumpling into a sitting position on the floor. He crossed his arms and slumped over while walking toward the door, giving the nurse a dirty grin as he went by. “Cunt”. Followed by a mock punch toward the young orderly, causing him to flinch, and James to start laughing hysterically, skipping off into another direction.
The nurse shook her head and walked over to Kelly’s body.
“Jimmy, come help me with her, please” She said to the skinny orderly standing in the doorway, watching as the tattooed freak went further down the hall.
They both lifted her up onto the bed in a prone position causing a bit of a moan from the girl and the nurse checked her pulse. Satisfied with the results, she fixed Kelly’s gown and headed back out the door, instructing Jimmy to replace some of the linens before he leaves the room. The kid nodded in acknowledgement, but had a weird feeling about being in there, the same feeling that he had in the room next door a few hours ago.
“Ok Jimmy, just one more hour until your shift is over, and you can get the hell out of this place until Monday.” The thought made him grin as he busily took the soiled towels and sheets and replaced them with slightly less repulsive linens.
He stopped what he was doing for a moment, as though the thought of being watched just occurred to him. He turned his head and noticed the girl laying in the bed had her eyes opened, yet they weren’t necessarily fixed on anything in particular.
“H-Hello?” He waved his hand hoping to catch her attention, but the eyes were unmoving.
“Oh my god, that’s creepy…” He said, slowly walking over to the side of the bed, and reaching his hand out toward her face, hoping to close her eyelids. A sudden muscle spasm caused Kelly’s body to shifted slightly, scaring the kid enough that he stumbled backwards, tripping over a floor mob, which sent him crashing into the small linen cart nearby that wheeled forward hitting the door, and causing it to close, engaging the auto lock. Jimmy looked back frantically.
“Oh no no no….” He scrambled to his feet, and tried the door, before searching around for his keycard. “Shit, where is it?” He mumbled, walking around the room to see if he’d dropped it somewhere.
Czigani
The sweat forming on her arms and wrists made it easier to slip out of the loosened leather restraints, and she quickly went to work unbuckling the remaining straps with her free hand.
“This place isn’t going to hold me, I swear I will kick everyone’s ass on my way out.” Czigani grumbled to herself.
The crash she heard coming from the next room snapped her attention to the dividing wall, and then to the small ventilation grate near the top, which also fed into the next room and allowed her to eavesdrop on much of what was going on, especially sounds she was surprised to have picked up. She could hear Jimmy worriedly mumbling something to himself, and for whatever reason, this brought a little smile to her face. She was sort of an ass to him, even though he went out of his way to grab a pair of maroon-colored hospital scrubs because he’d run out of the standard patient gowns. Czigani liked the kid, he seemed about the only genuinely nice staff member at an otherwise hell hole of a clinic, he just needed to toughen up if he was going to survive this place.
“Geez Jimmy, what the fuck are you getting yourself into now?” She said in a low tone under her meaningless grin.
@Xandrya
Agreed.
Making you go back to work on a Tuesday?
Pure evil.
Pure evil.
That means he'll be picked up by the men chasing the three or captured by hicks and put into a weird sex dungeon or something, you know what i'm talking about, Buffalo Bill style, the whole nine yards.
Can you elaborate on that because I'm not sure I know what you're talking about, as intriguing as you've made it sound ;)
Long car rides made for an unhappy kid, at least that was Vincent's thought as they rode along into the endless night to a place he'd never heard of in the middle of a state he'd never visited. Of course, Kentucky was the last place he thought he would ever end up, growing up a "city boy". He enjoyed his concrete and glass landscapes, not any of this, and the further along they went, the more depressed he became, or perhaps he was just hungry, and pissed off at the other two. His thoughts drifted into an endless stream for hours, until he suddenly noticed the figure up ahead standing in the middle of the road, and a shriek that he assumed could have only come from Nate, before the brakes were slammed down, sending everyone forward, and the poor bastard outside vaulting over the car.
"What the fuck, Nate?" Vincent yelled between his clenched teeth, holding his forehead after hitting it on the back of Jennifer's seat. "Didn't you see whatever the hell that was or were you aiming?"
As Nate completely ignored the angry remarks and stuck his head out of the window, Vincent leaned forward and grabbed Jennifer's shoulder. "Jen, are you okay?"
He looked over at Nate again, who was still surveying the area. "Well fuck this, I say we leave whoever that was behind. We don't need more shit going down and we certainly don't need dead weight." He turned to peer out of the rear window. "And yes, that pun was intentional because I don't see this dude moving..."
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"What the fuck, Nate?" Vincent yelled between his clenched teeth, holding his forehead after hitting it on the back of Jennifer's seat. "Didn't you see whatever the hell that was or were you aiming?"
As Nate completely ignored the angry remarks and stuck his head out of the window, Vincent leaned forward and grabbed Jennifer's shoulder. "Jen, are you okay?"
He looked over at Nate again, who was still surveying the area. "Well fuck this, I say we leave whoever that was behind. We don't need more shit going down and we certainly don't need dead weight." He turned to peer out of the rear window. "And yes, that pun was intentional because I don't see this dude moving..."
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