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Please save me, I've been aching for too long

Sep 15, 2011 14:16

Who; Misaki and OPEN
What; Misaki’s hurt, sans tablet, and needs help.
Where; Between the residential area and marketplace
When; Thursday afternoon
Rating; PG-13
Status; Open and In Progress

( She's not got that much more to give... )

fatal frame iv: misaki asou, constantine: john constantine

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if you'd rather po or m, that's cool, hope this is okay...? satangotmylungs September 16 2011, 01:45:33 UTC

John seemed to be rid of his, or they just hadn't decided to follow him outside. No, Beeman and Hennessy and he had played cards most of the night, Chas whining the majority of it about not being able to play because John hadn't ever taught him how to. Eventually they turned it into a form of strip poker, and Chas had declared them all assholes when he was stripped down to nothing more than his boxers and socks ( ... )

s'all good! godlessblossom September 16 2011, 01:53:34 UTC

"S-Stop." She slapped at the man shaking her, her voice nowhere near her normal calm or even the heated anger usually sent in Constantine's direction. Each shake was just making things worse. She tried to clutch both hands to her bleeding stomach, could feel the liquid streaming to the ground, and it did not help that she was clutching the broken doll against her open wound. The stomach wound was wide, her friend had seen to that with a long drag after thrusting the blade into her. It hurt so bad.

Yes, the ghosts of her past had been left behind in her home but... Everything hurt. Her body was bruised, her mind close to shattered, and she couldn't help but cry because her trancelike state just would not come.

When had it become so hard to let go of everything and disconnect from reality?

"It hurts." She looked up to see who had hold of her but her sight was just too blurry.

satangotmylungs September 16 2011, 02:02:02 UTC

John looked down at her, at her bleeding, at her overall state of disconnect, and he couldn't care less what she thought of him. She could have hated him, she could have wanted to kill him-it didn't matter. John, despite all instances otherwise, was a true humanitarian at heart, and even had a softer spot of that in his bitter heart for women. But Misaki wasn't even that yet-she could claim to be more mature than anyone she ever met, ages 2-92(TM), but that didn't mean shit. Not here, not now.

Once her eyes were open, glossy as they were, she would find herself hefted up in surprisingly strong arms, one locking beneath her knees and the other holding around her torso without any sign of letting go. One suit had been ruined by Christine, and another would be ruined by the little Japanese girl with the social skills of an imbecile and an ego to match his own. "We're going to the clinic, hang in there," was all he said.

godlessblossom September 16 2011, 02:36:47 UTC

Her ears were straining, searching for some sign to help her figure out who was carrying her. She needed to know if she was safe or not. Technically the arms were masculine and the words were meant to sooth. Misaki lay unmoving in John's arms and tried not to feel.

It hurt.
Everything hurt.
Did he hurt?

She allowed herself to drop her mental barrier and could only hope to keep control of her abilities. Knowing the types of males brought to the Underworld the last thing she wanted, or needed, was to accidentally see a part of his past. There were things she would rather not know about the people in this place.

Misaki sighed as she found the skill she was searching for, her empathy latching on to his feelings in order to make them her own.

satangotmylungs September 16 2011, 02:46:06 UTC

His feelings weren't of panic or fear, but of determination and the knowledge that swift action was needed. He was walking swiftly, not willing to run as it would cause her more pain, he knew, but that walking at a regular speed would be far too slow. No, he was just going as fast he could without harming her further.

He heard her sigh and look down-surprisingly, he smelled less of alcohol and cigarettes than he usually would. Maybe this was a new suit, maybe he'd just cut back; she could ask about that later, if she felt the urge to do so. "You doin' okay there? We'll be there soon, five minutes max."

godlessblossom September 16 2011, 03:00:18 UTC

Those feelings were nice. It became so much easier for her mind and body to disconnect when she was lost in his feeling's, his single minded need to hurry yet keep the person he was holding safe from further injury. It was only his words that were keeping her from losing herself completely and, as she blinked a couple of times, she could see who was holding her. It shocked her. He was actually helping her? The lack of alcohol and cigarettes was noticed yet pushed to the back of her mind.

Even with her new sight though, things were getting dark. She dug her fingers into the broken doll's dress.

"W-why?"

Her lips were dry and the question came out sounding weird, weak to even her ears.

"Why are you helping?"

satangotmylungs September 16 2011, 03:04:23 UTC

He looked down at her as he turned, the clinic naught but two blocks away by now. It made sense for her to ask that, of course. More sense than it made for a lot of other questions she could have asked at the moment, actually. He looked back up, keeping his steps as far from jarring her as he possibly could, his arms shifting her slightly to keep her from getting further away. Her blood dripped down his front and turned the fabric there wet, but he made no note of it.

"Ain't no reason not to," was all he had to say about that.

bufudynes September 16 2011, 19:02:47 UTC

For once it seemed like the Underworld was allowing Mitsuru, and the rest of SEES, to have a reprieve from the cruelty it sent at them. Strangely though, Mitsuru had found herself almost wishing for a specter to haunt her, instead she was faced with having to watch horrors unfold on the friends she had come to care about here in the Underworld. It was almost too much for her and eventually she felt the desire to get out growing within her. Eventually, that lead to her leaving the home she shared with SEES and heading towards the market, anywhere she could go to keep her mind off of all that was going on.

Unfortunately, along the way, she spotted something that made her eyes widen in panic. It was Misaki being carried by someone she wasn't entirely familiar with. She ran over to the two.

"Misaki? What happened?"

godlessblossom September 16 2011, 19:07:07 UTC

For some reason Misaki could still barely understand what John meant with his words, though whether it was due to her mind being fuzzy or him just being confusing she could not tell. Instead of speaking further she buried herself in feeling, her empathy reaching outwards to locate anything beyond her own pain. Her vision was dimming and everything hurt. When would the pain go away?

She felt Mitsuru before she heard her, their friendship helping strengthen her ability. She shifted in John's arms, murmuring 'Mitsuru', though she could not see the girl. Moving hurt too much.

satangotmylungs September 16 2011, 19:21:25 UTC

The appearance of the redhead didn't stop him from continuing on the path-she could fall in step with him or just be flabbergasted. He didn't know of her as a healer, of course, so the clinic still seemed like the best option. However, they seemed to know each other, and there was no use in just not talking to her.

"Found her like this," he said, eyes moving between the open wound covered by a broken doll and the newcomer on the scene. "Getting her to the clinic as soon as I can."

bufudynes September 17 2011, 02:35:33 UTC

She quickly fell in step with the other man and found herself slightly irritated at the fact that the man was not even stopping.

"I can heal here heal, if you'll simple stop moving."

godlessblossom September 17 2011, 09:12:23 UTC

Misaki felt like she was shivering and her mind barely registered the voices of John and Mitsuru. Her fingers tightened around Miya's broken form as if to hold her mind to her body. Her eyes flicked over to see the clinic in view and a vague thought went through her mind. Anders was effected. He was not there. That meant the doctors...

She realised her shaking was worsening slightly but it was getting cold and the thought of any doctors near here scared her.

"S-Stop. Please. No doctors."

satangotmylungs September 17 2011, 19:46:14 UTC

If Mitsuru had said anything about being a healer in the first place, he would have stopped. As it was, all John had seen was a friend of Misaki's worried about the shape she was in.

And even though John wasn't much for doctors himself, it was all he knew to do in this place. The doctor and nurse he knew weren't all that bad, but he could understand the desire to stay as far, far away from any as long as one lived.

John stopped, shifting his arm slightly so his hand could move what part of the doll seemed to be ready to fall off back into her lap. "Do what you gotta do," was all he said.

bufudynes September 18 2011, 07:35:05 UTC

Unfortunately, Mitsuru was not known for exceptional politeness when dealing with situations such as this, it didn't occur to her that the man would have no way of knowing that she was a healer or anything of the sorts. There was a good reason she was often refereed to as the ice queen.

She nodded sharply to John and pulled out her Evoker, the strange gun-like weapon that the members of SEES used to summon their Persona. She put it to her head and pulled the trigger, sending a mist of blue around her and summoning a woman in front of her. The woman held her whip out, tugging at it, and cast a powerful healing spell around Misaki, hopefully healing all of her wounds.

godlessblossom September 18 2011, 12:33:06 UTC

Misaki was having a hard time focusing on her surroundings, her mind stretched in several directions. She could feel the emotions of both John and Mitsuru, her mind too tired to severe the connection, and it was only that which helped her learn a healing spell was about to happen. When a part of Miya was moved she flexed automatically, her fingers stretching outwards to try and take it back. She did not care if the broken doll was more harm than good now. She needed her.

Then... everything was almost all better. Misaki closed her eyes for a moment, reopening them to properly see John and Mitsuru. She was still tired and dizzy from the blood loss but she was alive. She was not going to die within the near future.

"Thank you." She was not sure who her sad words were aimed at, as she finally closed off her empathy, but they both deserved them. Even if she did dislike one of them.

satangotmylungs September 18 2011, 15:01:27 UTC

John wasn't trying to take the doll away from her, but to make sure that it didn't fall out of her grasp. Whatever it meant to her was unknown to him, but surely it was something of comfort if she kept hold of it the way she did.

He didn't express surprise at the shot of the pistol...thing...having seen one similar in his own apartment from Minako. He didn't stumble or falter or do anything to show that it took him off guard if only for the fact of the matter that it didn't. No, he stood perfectly still while the healing took place, only leaning his head down to watch her wounds heal, to see flesh become whole again beneath tattered, bloody clothing.

At her words, he said nothing, simply looked up at Mitsuru, waiting for her to ask her healer-type questions about how Misaki feeled and whatnot.

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