Open: Wendy comes to town

[lost_wendy]

Who: Wendy and open
Where: By the bakery
When: Tonight, late at night
What: Wendy comes to town
Status: Open and in progress
Rating: PG

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[shut_up_wesley]

Wes had been considering going to the house warming party to meet the new youngest member of Aternaville--he was earnesly curious and not too tired. But about halfway there he debated how much he really wanted to and turned back, opting to just talk a walk instead. Being surrounded by stars was a comfortable thing for Wesley, who was always something of a night-owl anyway.

Living aboard a star ship and being among the elder children had given Wesley a keen ear for other children in distress--So he knew the sound coming from near the bakery the moment he heard and jogged over, dark brows creased worriedly.

What he saw made his jaw go loose. A girl, filthy and crying and chained. He ran to her, heart pounding...who would do this?

"Shhh, shhh, it's okay." Wesley said, kneeling by her. "You're okay now...hold on." He examined the chains in the dim light of the alley--had someone kept her prisoner? How had she escaped. "Alright, I'm going to get you out of these, can you walk?" Her legs didn't look hurt, but it was difficult to tell.

[bfpierce]

"1893? That's a new one." He quipped as he followed Wes to Wendy.

"Hi, call me Hawkeye, you ok?"

[lost_wendy]

Wendy flinched at the mention of doctors, but she tried to keep calm. Hawkeye was an unusual name--not like Tootles or Slightly, but still.

"Hawkeye," Wendy repeated, a little taken aback by his brusqueness. "I...I don't....I'm not, not injured. Though I was nearly beaten. Please, tell me what this place is, what's happening."

[shut_up_wesley]

Wes doubted that she was uninjured very much--just the look of her suggested horrific things...things like Tasha used to allude to happened on the colony she grew up. Things like that happening to anyone made Wesley sick, let alone someone his age.

"It's a bit much to understand now, but you're in Canada." Wes explained calmly while Hawkeye made a brief examination. "The town is called Aternaville. You're sure you don't remember what happened before you got here? You were in the asylum and then you were here?" Going back through the town logs there was only one of case of real amnesia from someone coming to town, Dairine's other housemate, Adam.

[bfpierce]

Asylum? Whoa.

"Ok, physically I think you're ok, no broken bones, maybe just a sprain or two. Let's get you to the clinic so I can get the scrapes and cuts taken care of."

God, where the hell was she to have those kinda shackles on.

"Future boy? You have something to get these off," he indicated the shackles "or should we stop at a hardware store on the way?"

[lost_wendy]

"Canada," Wendy repeated, dumbfounded. She'd come here from England? "I was in the-in that place. And they were about to strike me. I closed my eyes and flinched, wishing for escape. I was then here." And that didn't sound crazy at all.

Hawkeye was apparently not the kind of doctor she'd had recently. "I thank you for your help, sir."

[shut_up_wesley]

"I might have something, yeah." Because any engineer who was worth his salt always had at least one set of industrial bolt cutters--it was just a part of the trade. "Bolt cutters would do the trick, I think." Not their intended use by far, but in this town he was surprised anything got it's intended use.

"It's nothing," Wes said to Wendy with a gentle smile. "Help me lift?" He said to Hawk in the next beat. Cautiously, Wes positioned himself next to Wendy, carefully shifting one of her arms to drape over his shoulders. "Now hold on tight..." Wes grit his teeth and shot Hawk a single affirming look once he had her other side, and they lifted together, carrying her to the wagon, chains scraping loudly on the pavement behind.