life is hard and then you die
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Post by Comic on Jul 25, 2016 1:46:01 GMT
 she had grown reckless, and it finally cost her.
the severing, stinging pain in her eyes blurred her vision once more and she pulled down, pushing her body against the brick wall. she could still feel the welling moisture of blood on her arm against the makeshift bandage of a shirt wrapped around once, twice, three times. she had forgotten that even old debts must be paid, even if its with blood.
officially speaking, comic was still in good standing with the alliance. unofficially speaking, punching one of the dons in the face didnt sit too well with a handful of them, and so she expected this kind of thing. someone probably tipped the vigilante off to her location; it was a brief fight at the bar, and the vigilante in question was currently and painfully dealing with his own weapon being shoved into his gut, but the wear and tear from it stood out. whatever that sword-thing was he used, it was sharp.
sharp enough, in fact, to leave several deep lacerations on her arm, penetrating her tough as nails skin, and nearly cutting through the palm of her hand; it was almost flayed to the muscle, and the entire limb felt numb and raw. she had wrapped her own overshirt around it, and the red fabric was staining.
marisa had figured her only option was to get back to her place and suture herself up like normal, like she normally tried, but she was feeling exhausted. this spot in the alley was providing a moments' respite, but only that, and she beat her head against the wall behind her. stupid girl, trying to drink away her problems, her memories, and now she had to pay for them.
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Jul 25, 2016 12:51:35 GMT
Post by Absolute on Jul 25, 2016 12:51:35 GMT
Jesse had a terrible habit of using his abilities without his costume. Sure, the outfit made him look the part of the hero and all, despite being cobbled together at home, but he didn't feel comfortable in it just yet. Like he hadn't earned it, or something. He wasn't sure. What he was certain about, though, was that he loved sitting on the rooftops in Sentinel Hill and just listening. Not in a creepy way or anything. He just liked how lively the place was, and the natural atmosphere. No matter when he came here there was always something going on, and it really helped him feel connected, and grounded, in a way.
He was sitting with his arms wrapped loosely about his legs, idly sifting through the various sounds of the city when a gentle breeze carried the sharp, metallic tang of blood to him. He paused, turning his head as he scented the air, superhuman senses serving to narrow down the source of the odour. Blood was a serious matter, and judging from the intensity of what he was picking up, there had been a worrying amount spilled. He rose into the air and set off, letting the scent guide him to where the blood was coming from.
Which, as it turned out, wasn't very far away at all. He paused for a moment, suspending in the air as he noted the injured woman who was, for some reason, banging her head back against the wall. That was concerning. He descended soundlessly, alighting gently upon the cold ground a decent distance away from the injured person. With his hands outstretched to either side, palms up in a peaceful gesture, and the fact that he was a teen in a hoodie and jeans, he didn't come across as particularly threatening. His voice, laced with genuine concern, only served to enhance the impression as he said, "Ma'am? Are you alright? I'm Jesse, and you look hurt pretty bad. Would you mind if I took you to a hospital?"
As he spoke, he kept his senses alert, scanning for any sign that her assailant might be hanging around. He'd ask her, but he didn't want to spook her, so he waited.
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Post by Comic on Jul 27, 2016 2:17:14 GMT
 marisa didn't hear him approach. it bothers her, then, that one of her senses fails her, and she scrambles to her feet from the heap she was, pressing her back against the wall. the injured arm hangs loosely, but the other is already up and defensively in front of her, ready to lash out. her eyes are bright, are blue, are feral for a moment as she expects an immediate fight.
however, he keeps talking, and she's... entirely confused by the offer. help? from somebody that just appeared from nowhere? she doesn't falter in her defense, even if he's leaving himself completely open. marisa takes a step to her right and immediately her knee buckles; she's standing, but doesn't try to reposition herself again.
"do i look like i need a fucking hospital?" raspy words leave her, but the aggressive edge is dulled; she's torn between hostility and weakness, and she looks like she really does need something.
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Jul 27, 2016 11:18:11 GMT
Post by Absolute on Jul 27, 2016 11:18:11 GMT
The immediate defensive response is expected, given that the woman had very obviously just been attacked, but the wild light in her eyes sends a pang of sadness through his chest. The way in which the injured arm just hangs there is worrying, and though he can see into and through her damaged tissue in countless spectrums, he doesn't know what irreparable nerve damage looks like, or how to fix it. The thought it a distressing one.
It takes a considerable amount of self-restraint not to lurch forward to her aid as her knee gives, but he manages. He knows that staying calm and comporting himself in a manner that can't be construed as aggressive is extremely important in situations like this; Advice courtesy of his dad. Cops have to deal with a lot of people in fight or flight situations, after all. Plus as far as Jesse was concerned, dealing with folks like this was a lot like dealing with animals in similar situations. Be nice, be patient and don't get upset if they bite you. He hoped she wouldn't try to bite him. He'd be concerned for her teeth.
"You've lost a lot of blood, ma'am, so I'm worried. I'd just like to get your arm seen to, that's all. I can take you to someone you know to patch you up, if you don't like hospitals, or I can do it myself if that's okay too. I don't mind." He shows no signs of her aggression having bothered him, and he hasn't moved a muscle. He offers her a strikingly genuine smile and adds, "I'll even buy you a burger. My treat."
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Post by Comic on Jul 28, 2016 6:15:30 GMT
 with some effort and struggle, she pulls the hanging arm up. the muscles seem to be fine; its just almost numb from pain, and moving it up enough to hold it level is taking a lot of focus. she lets it fall back down, gently, and supports it now with her other arm. the defensive stance is lowered.
she cocks her head a bit, looking pointedly at him. "no hospitals," she starts, and lets out a long breath. "try anything, and i've still got one arm." after spitting her venom, she seems spent, and now that she's lowered her guard, its possible for her conversational partner to get closer and see just how exhausted she looks. she might not stay awake for the rest of the topic, at this rate.
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Post by Absolute on Aug 1, 2016 11:33:00 GMT
Eyes of an almost unnaturally bright blue study the way she moves her damaged limb, the corner of his lip turning down with worry. Not as severe as he'd feared, if she could move it, but it still warranted immediate attention. The sooner he could get her wounds seen to, the better.
He raises his hands in a placating gesture, repeating with added emphasis, "No hospitals." It occurs to him, now that he has manages to get her agree to allow him to take her somewhere, that...He had no way of getting her there in a timely fashion that didn't involve a painfully obvious display of his powers. His dad would kill him if he found out.
Oh well. "Thank you. Uhm. How are you with..Flying? I ask, because, well. Uhm." He decides it is easier to simply show rather than tell, so he allows himself to lift gradually from the earth, hovering in place a couple feet above the street surface. "I can't drive." he adds, lamely. Despite himself, he's nervous, as this is the first time he's really displayed his powers to someone when plausible deniability is well out the window. He really hoped nobody else was watching. And that she wouldn't freak out. Please don't freak out.
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Post by Comic on Aug 5, 2016 6:40:17 GMT
her eyebrow raises at the flying question, and then he shows off said power a moment later; marisa closes her eyes and sighs. this wasn't going to be a fun trip at all, if he just implied everything she thought he was implying.
"yeah, let's just... honestly, get it over with." marisa moves forward a few steps, hefting her arm up to a more comfortable, held position. at this point, she's doing her best to not make eye contact with this kid; the idea of being caught with her pants down, so to speak, has been bothering her. marisa would have felt better if someone who wanted to hurt her had shown up; at least she knew all the social que's for that, was familiar with the expectations of violence and aggression.
contrary to this, someone who couldn't drive - what, underage? or just used to flying? - and with marisa being relatively powerless in this situation. "don't drop me, or i'll learn to fly just to get you." she's pretty sure a fall from any reasonable height wouldn't outright kill her, but... marisa would rather not risk it.
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