♠ THE SOUND OF THIS POLLUTION IN ME → { seven }

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[she hisses as a buzzing sounds over the network. Someone didn't report on the network on time. She meant to do a voice post buttt hit the wrong button. And now doesn't feel like changing it, a bit...concerned with other pressing matters]

Tch. How annoying.

[but her annoyed expression is twisted slightly with

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Voice

[prodigal_axe]

[Shinjiro glances at this post. He's kind of hoping that someone already offered, but it looks like no one has yet. And he's got a medkit in his apartment here. Still, there's a definite pause between when his frequency appears, and when he actually says something.]

...I've got some.

Voice

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...Could I....

[she trails off, but her meaning is clear]

Voice

[prodigal_axe]

... Alright. If you just tell me where you live, I'll drop it off.

fff repost (lawl personal journal)

[medeating]

Horton 407.

lol it's ok

[prodigal_axe]

[So Chidori lives in Horton too huh? He's not sure why he's even surprised... everyone from Iwatodai seems to have ended up in this building.]

...Shouldn't be long. [He digs in the kit for a couple small packets of antiseptic, the kinds you tear. Then he just heads out and up the stairs to Horton's 4th floor. For a minute he contemplates just shoving the stuff under the door... but he eventually ends up knocking.]

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[she opens the door a crack, peering through to make sure it's him, before opening it all the way. Her hand returns to cradling the other one, and she's quiet for a beat before she speaks]

...Thanks for coming so quickly.

[prodigal_axe]

It's not a big deal... I live pretty close, so.

[Awkward pause. Should he just hand the packets to her and go, or what? He couldn't see her fixing up that hand herself...]

You gonna need help with these? [He scowled a little as he said it... he'd put the offer out there, at least.]

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[she lifted a hand to take the packets from him, pausing at his question]

I....can probably figure it out.

[she means to say it less unsure than it comes out. Especially with that scowl on his face; it would be awkward]

[prodigal_axe]

[Even if she had sounded sure, he'd be uneasy about just leaving her. His own left hand was pretty fucked up and he remembered how tough it was to deal with those wounds, back when they happened.]

Look, I don't mind...ain't got nothin' else to do right now. [His scowl softened down just a bit--his concern was more obvious.]

[medeating]

[this was rare, wasn't it? Even he was extending some help to her, now. She almost doesn't take it, but, hesitantly:]

...If you don't mind.

[she steps to the side, allowing him room to come in]

[prodigal_axe]

[After a moment's hesitation, he steps into the apartment. For all he knew, she might be living with Jin or even Takaya. Somehow he doubts it... even if he doesn't know all the details of her situation.]

Uh... it's fine. Let me see how bad it is, I guess. You got any water around here to wash it out with?

[He glances around the apartment, barely taking it in. Then he digs in his pocket for a carefully wrapped makeshift bandage. He usually carries one in case of emergencies.]

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[she walks over to a bucket near her bed, head inclining to indicate where she's stored some water up. She didn't always trust the plumbing to work, so she figured she'd keep backup]

Here.

[with a pause, she starts unraveling the bit of sweater from her hand, fingers uncurling slowly outwards. The opening of her palm shows that the gash, although not too deep, isn't exactly light, either. There's still blood seeping out of it, a bit.]

[prodigal_axe]

[He follows her over and peers down at the wound. Well, she's not gonna die of that, but it definitely needs more than a ragged piece of sweater wrapped around it. He's kinda wondering how it happened...not that he'll ask.]

Alright... let me see that.

[He grasps her wrist hesitantly in his right hand and then pours a cupped handful of water onto the wound with his left. Then he tears the little packet with his teeth and carefully squeezes out the antiseptic. While that's settling, he lets go of her wrist to unroll that bandage for her.]

Just hold still. I think it's gotta sink in,or something... [While he unrolls the bandage, the damage to his left hand can be easily seen. There's a heavy, long, knotted scar straight through nearly his entire palm and the back of it. It looks old, if she'd even notice it.]

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[she hands over her wrist awkwardly as he grabs it, wincing as the water rolls over her skin, face contorting even more when the antiseptic is added. She makes a small noise of displeasure, but is otherwise quiet until her eyes flicker to his hand]

Your hand...you injured it as well?

[she peers a little closer at his palm, eyes squinting momentarily]

It looks worse than mine.

[prodigal_axe]

[He frowns a little at that sound... but it's antiseptic. It's gonna hurt, and there's not much he can do or say about it. He's just about got that bandage undone when Chidori asks...

He kind of stiffens up, resisting the urge to just stick that hand in a pocket. Then he just sighs and relaxes again. What does it really matter if she notices something like that? It's been that way for a long time, over a year.]

Yeah... it was, but it's just a scar now. [Kind of a lie. He's got very little feeling in that hand, even though he can use the muscles in it. It took him a few months to even do that, and he's still clumsy with certain small things.]

This is just a dangerous place... [He shrugs and starts to wrap the bandage around, steadying her wrist with his bad hand this time.]

[medeating]

[She just nods once--Chidori isn't the type to pry unless it's information she can use to her advantage, and she doesn't see the point in making Shinjiro uncomfortable. Her eyes kind of fixate on that hand, though, as she murmurs half to herself]

I guess I've been lucky.

[it's been true--physically speaking, at least. She's been outside with no other protection than what her hatchet can afford her, and she's remained unscathed.

[otherwise, her situation...wasn't desirable, she supposed one could say, what with the endless struggle between SEES and Strega. She felt almost a prickling of relief that Shinjiro didn't identify heavily with SEES: that he was someone else who probably didn't care for all the pointless strife]

The scientists here don't make sense. They can't expect us to survive for long if we have those annoying chips to deal with. [there's a sigh--she has a long standing suspicion of scientists, after all, her eyes finally shifting back to the bandage]