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Calm and Dark

Feb 17, 2011 18:06

Pieter Cross looked at the poor souls who filed into the church. When winter came, more and more of the city's homeless and drug-addled populace came to the church, if only for the fact that there was a warm meal and some beds in the make shift shelter that was set up ( Read more... )

dr. mid-nite, black canary, "blackest night"

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sonicflorist February 18 2011, 04:18:57 UTC

"Ever the charmer." The Blonde smiled as she walked up behind Pieter having watched the exchange. A pair of dark blue jeans replaced her usual fishnet stockings and her jacket was zipped up to ward off the winter cold. Her boots were shiny with melted snow and reached up to mid calf where her pants were tucked in neatly.

Her arms held a huge pot wrapped in a towel. Inside was one of the few things she felt confident enough to make and that she hoped wouldn't poison people. It was a 16 quart stock pot filled with a grossly modified version of Ollie's chili. This pot was actually edible and contained only just enough spice to be pleasant. She had promised Pieter she would come with him tonight and she wouldn't break a promise even if she did feel awkward in such a place.

blindmedicine February 18 2011, 04:41:46 UTC

Pieter gives Dinah a little kiss as a young boy jumps up on the portable table Nite-Lite had helped him set up.

Three more hours was what the schedule said, but Pieter knew he'd probably be there at least twice that. A quick look in the boy's ears and he saw the problem and gave his mother the pink fluid to give to her son. He knew it was a viral infection, and so he had given her a mild sedative, telling her it was an antibiotic that he needed to take every 4 hours until it was gone. It'd stop his pain, and she'd leave him alone. Stupid corporate doctors, giving penicillin and amoxicillin to every single patient, making resistant bacteria.

But it was alright. He was going to take a small lunch break while Dinah was here. Well... dinner now. But the chili smells wonderful, though the fact it was Dinah making it colors his perception slightly.

(COMPASSION)
(LOVE)

corps_of_death February 18 2011, 05:24:43 UTC

There is an urgent knock on the door.

Undoubtedly, it's more homeless trying to avoid the winter cold.

sonicflorist February 25 2011, 06:34:20 UTC

"It's not just for us. I made as much as I could So that others could have some too." She sincerely hoped she didn't poison anyone tonight. She searched for a table and set down the chili while leaving Pieter to attend the small boy and others. She set down her things and having heard the knock she moved back to the door opening it to admit others in need.

blindmedicine March 9 2011, 06:37:11 UTC

Pieter nodded and went back to helping a little girl with her scraped knee. She was running around, and he just sighed when he swabbed it. Then he looked at Dinah and noticed something. Flipping his goggles to Infrared instead of full spectrum, he glared.

No one was at the door. Something was wrong. Pieter just wasn't sure what it was.

corps_of_death March 14 2011, 05:15:11 UTC

Within the infrared, there is nothing. To Dinah, there are three people huddled together, as if for warmth. Their faces are obscured beneath heavy clothes and they come in, thanking Dinah for opening it.

One of them has a voice familiar to Dinah...

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findingvirtue June 22 2011, 18:49:27 UTC

There's an intense bitterness about the man sitting in a dirty yellow robe, near the side of the Church. He's not looked for medical attention, nor did he turn hungrily as the pot of chilli went by. He would, occasionally, look up towards the altar and chuckle, as though only he got the joke, and it wasn't funny.

sonicflorist June 22 2011, 20:39:24 UTC

"Pieter, When you are done with her would you be ever the dear and examine our new arrivals for signs of frostbite?" Her voice was saccharine sweet as she asked the question and would have been a dead give away to the man who knew her so well. That voice she couldn't place echoed in her mind. A voice that shouldn't be. With her mind distracted by the haunting voice she failed to notice the man in yellow.

blindmedicine June 23 2011, 02:53:57 UTC

He looked at them in the simulated visible spectrum and realized there were people there, but not in infrared. Not like how Icicle sometimes showed up a dark spot, an absence of heat, but rather that these people were room temperature.

Which would mean no pulse, no inner machinery, nothing. Even Todd in shadow form showed up slightly in infrared, if you knew how to look.

But these things didn't.

"Hello, there..." he said apprehensively. "How can I help you?"

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