RP: What goes...
Characters: Melinda Bobbin, Ian Bletchley (NPC)
Location: London
Date: August 27, 2000, evening
Status/Warning: Private/Minor Violence
Summary: Melinda is attacked on her way home from work
Completion: Complete
Melinda had finished sweeping up the floors while Ian was in the manager's office working on the daily totals. Even though the robbers had been caught, Melinda had told Ian about them, vaguely and suggested that someone be with him when he finished up at night and it was Melinda's turn. Once the floor had been swept and the bag for the garbage was out of the can. "I'm running this to the alley," she called.
"Can you get the one in the loo too?" he called from the office. Melinda made a face, but nodded. Carrying the heavy trash bag behind her, she stopped at the loo and quickly pulled the liner from can. She hated cleaning the loo and if she thought she could get away with it, Melinda would use magic to do so. With a garbage bag in each hand, she shuffled to the back of the store and out the back door, which they used for smoke breaks, taking out the trash and large deliveries.
Since it was around 8 pm, the alley was dark. It didn't bother Melinda as she walked to the dumpster at the end of the alley. Her mind was on band practice and some of the things they had been working on. Since she was thinking about Restricted Section, she didn't hear the noise behind her before she was shoved to the side.
Dropping the bags, she tripped and fell and soon he was on top of her. One hand gripped her upper arm while the other torn at her shirt. Melinda began to scream and tried to push him off of her, but her attacker kept a tight hold on her.
"HELP! Someone help me!" she screamed, struggling with all her might, he was behind her and her hair hung in her face so she couldn't see him. Whispering strongly for her to shut up, he slammed her head into the ground before he punched her in the side of the head as the while telling her to shut up.
The world spun around her and she passed out. For how long she had no idea. The world was black and she felt numb until she didn't anymore. There was a hand on her face and a voice. She recognized the voice.
"Mel! Mel! Melinda, wake up!"
Her eyes fluttered until they became focused on Ian, who was leaning over her and brushing her hair out of her face. He began asking her questions; questions she didn't know the answer to. "I'll take you to a hospital."
"NO!" He looked at her as if he was going to take her anyways. "No money to pay," she made out as she sat up slowly. Her head pounded and her arm hurt. She knew she was bleeding because she could feel it on her face.
"I'll take you home."
"NO! I'm fine, really..."
"I'm taking you home," he said as he helped her to her feet. He led her out of the alley to his auto and helped her inside. "I will be right back." Mel nodded and closed her eyes. Next thing she knew the auto was moving and Ian was asking for directions. She managed to give him vague directions to Mandy's place, where apparate home once she convinced Ian she was fine and didn't need to watch her enter the flat.
Why do I keep getting beat up on? she thought to herself.
Location: London
Date: August 27, 2000, evening
Status/Warning: Private/Minor Violence
Summary: Melinda is attacked on her way home from work
Completion: Complete
Melinda had finished sweeping up the floors while Ian was in the manager's office working on the daily totals. Even though the robbers had been caught, Melinda had told Ian about them, vaguely and suggested that someone be with him when he finished up at night and it was Melinda's turn. Once the floor had been swept and the bag for the garbage was out of the can. "I'm running this to the alley," she called.
"Can you get the one in the loo too?" he called from the office. Melinda made a face, but nodded. Carrying the heavy trash bag behind her, she stopped at the loo and quickly pulled the liner from can. She hated cleaning the loo and if she thought she could get away with it, Melinda would use magic to do so. With a garbage bag in each hand, she shuffled to the back of the store and out the back door, which they used for smoke breaks, taking out the trash and large deliveries.
Since it was around 8 pm, the alley was dark. It didn't bother Melinda as she walked to the dumpster at the end of the alley. Her mind was on band practice and some of the things they had been working on. Since she was thinking about Restricted Section, she didn't hear the noise behind her before she was shoved to the side.
Dropping the bags, she tripped and fell and soon he was on top of her. One hand gripped her upper arm while the other torn at her shirt. Melinda began to scream and tried to push him off of her, but her attacker kept a tight hold on her.
"HELP! Someone help me!" she screamed, struggling with all her might, he was behind her and her hair hung in her face so she couldn't see him. Whispering strongly for her to shut up, he slammed her head into the ground before he punched her in the side of the head as the while telling her to shut up.
The world spun around her and she passed out. For how long she had no idea. The world was black and she felt numb until she didn't anymore. There was a hand on her face and a voice. She recognized the voice.
"Mel! Mel! Melinda, wake up!"
Her eyes fluttered until they became focused on Ian, who was leaning over her and brushing her hair out of her face. He began asking her questions; questions she didn't know the answer to. "I'll take you to a hospital."
"NO!" He looked at her as if he was going to take her anyways. "No money to pay," she made out as she sat up slowly. Her head pounded and her arm hurt. She knew she was bleeding because she could feel it on her face.
"I'll take you home."
"NO! I'm fine, really..."
"I'm taking you home," he said as he helped her to her feet. He led her out of the alley to his auto and helped her inside. "I will be right back." Mel nodded and closed her eyes. Next thing she knew the auto was moving and Ian was asking for directions. She managed to give him vague directions to Mandy's place, where apparate home once she convinced Ian she was fine and didn't need to watch her enter the flat.
Why do I keep getting beat up on? she thought to herself.