Who: Maia Acheron and Harley Quinn Where: Deck 12 When: Backdated to the 9th. A little while after this. Warnings: Maia was shot in the stomach so there is lots of blood and hurting. :<
Harley was getting back into the everyday flow of events after the madness of the Halloween party. The irony that Harley thought of anything as 'mad' was not lost to her, but really, who expected to go to a trashy Halloween celebration and end up with a song bird drilling through their hand.
She'd taken Maia's advice and sought out someone magically inclined to have her hand healed properly and she was feeling pretty good, all in all.
Things might be nuts on the tug boat, but Harley was making the best of it and living one day at a time. Wasn't much else to do than that.
She had gone to get something to eat at the buffet, rather amused at the game of finding something that tasted pretty edible, and was on her way back to her room on deck twelve.
She is nearly to her room, keycard raised to her door, when she hears a groaning from nearby that gives her a moment of pause. She tucks her card back into the pocket of her jean shorts, making her way toward the sound.
What she finds is one of the last things she expects. "Maia?!" The
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fffff short and full of fail SORRY OTLsolittleeffortNovember 14 2010, 05:48:55 UTC
Maia just keeps on trying to push herself up or move or something, but she's bleeding, she's tired, and she hurts, damn it! The most Maia can do right now is just squirm in pain and think about how she is going to make Phoenix pay for doing this after she comes back.
Maia struggles to look up at Harley as she takes notice of the other woman's presence.
"Harley..." She reaches out to grab her pants' leg and grimaces. "Take...take me back to the library..."
Maia doesn't care if she'll die - she'll always come back on this boat. Her notes, however, will not. They mean far more than her mortality does.
Yer fine!! <3hesmypuddinNovember 14 2010, 16:52:09 UTC
Harley's eyes widen as Maia reaches for her pant leg, grabbing it before making her demand.
"What? The .. the library?!" She begins to shake her head in negation somewhere in the middle of that sentence. She looks at the wound and the amount of blood and her shirt is off in a second. "This'll hurt," is her only warning before she shifts and applies pressure to the wound, shirt pressed in against it in attempt to staunch the flow of blood.
"Mai, I gotta get ya ta a healer .." She begins to pull out her communicator, already in the process of turning it on as she does so.
"No." Maia tries her best to sound as stern as she normally does, although it just isn't as effective one is when weak and bleeding to death. She grits her teeth and hisses as Harley applies pressure to the wound in her stomach.
"I'm going...going to die, anyway, Harleaugh!" Maia's statement is interrupted by a pained groan, rather than finishing her companion's name. This feels awful, but Maia just doesn't care about how much pain she's in right now. There are more important things to worry about.
"Notes...in library. Need them back before..." Another pained hiss. "...St-steals them."
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She'd taken Maia's advice and sought out someone magically inclined to have her hand healed properly and she was feeling pretty good, all in all.
Things might be nuts on the tug boat, but Harley was making the best of it and living one day at a time. Wasn't much else to do than that.
She had gone to get something to eat at the buffet, rather amused at the game of finding something that tasted pretty edible, and was on her way back to her room on deck twelve.
She is nearly to her room, keycard raised to her door, when she hears a groaning from nearby that gives her a moment of pause. She tucks her card back into the pocket of her jean shorts, making her way toward the sound.
What she finds is one of the last things she expects. "Maia?!" The ( ... )
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Maia struggles to look up at Harley as she takes notice of the other woman's presence.
"Harley..." She reaches out to grab her pants' leg and grimaces. "Take...take me back to the library..."
Maia doesn't care if she'll die - she'll always come back on this boat. Her notes, however, will not. They mean far more than her mortality does.
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"What? The .. the library?!" She begins to shake her head in negation somewhere in the middle of that sentence. She looks at the wound and the amount of blood and her shirt is off in a second. "This'll hurt," is her only warning before she shifts and applies pressure to the wound, shirt pressed in against it in attempt to staunch the flow of blood.
"Mai, I gotta get ya ta a healer .." She begins to pull out her communicator, already in the process of turning it on as she does so.
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"I'm going...going to die, anyway, Harleaugh!" Maia's statement is interrupted by a pained groan, rather than finishing her companion's name. This feels awful, but Maia just doesn't care about how much pain she's in right now. There are more important things to worry about.
"Notes...in library. Need them back before..." Another pained hiss. "...St-steals them."
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