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[misguidedintent]

Characters: Lady Aurora, anyone who wants to come across her. (Those who offered her help?)
Time: Dusk
Location: The bean
Content: Aurora just arrived in Chicago and called for assistance.
Warnings: You're dealing with a Fae. :| Good luck.
Format: Poster's choice...  Prose is better for me, but I'm totally not picky. ^^b

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[legallygreen]

Injured people always set something off in Jennifer, and as such, she was hurrying through the streets towards the Bean, sorry that she had not been on patrol when the pathetic figure appeared. She had thrown a first aid kit and a few other things in her bag as she ran from the Blackstone and rushed down the sidewalks.

Her auburb hair was coming loose from her neat french twist as she made it into the park, and instantly spotted the injured person. Her voice was calm, the rest of her more urgent as she walked up to the Bean, managing a concerned smile.

"Hello, I'm Jennifer. I'll try to get you patched up as well as I can before we try to move."

[misguidedintent]

Aurora opened her eyes as she heard the footsteps approaching, just in time to see one of the ones who responded rushing her way. At least it wasn't the Wizard. She shifted slightly, pulling herself up a little more, lips twisting into a small smile. One that still carried the warmth of her status, despite the pain.

As the woman introduced herself, Aurora tucked the knowledge back in her mind, still smiling kindly at her savior. It came as a first response, tucking the knowledge of someone's Name away. "You may call me Aurora. Thank thee for all of your help. It is appreciated."

[legallygreen]

Jennifer kneeled down next to the woman, noticing something different about her, but not really being able to place it. So she pushed it away from the front of her mind for the time being and kneeled down under the Bean, pulling out the first aid kit she had thrown into a plastic lunch box when she decided it was a better idea to have a big one, opening it up and pulling out cleansing wipes and bandaids.

"Where are you from, Aurora? Your skin is ice cold..."

She stopped what she was doing, the idle talk just something to get the woman to talk, mostly because she wanted to make sure she would stay conscious, and slipped out of her coat, the M1911 now visible in its holster under her coat, over her sweater. Jennifer draped the coat over her, and started on one of her arms, cleaning the blood away gently.

"Butterfly bandages should work for now." She said quietly, her hands careful as she began to clean.

[misguidedintent]

Aurora blinked a few times. Never had her skin been ice cold... The mere thought of it was ridiculous. And yet, this woman had no reason to lie to her. "A place similar to this..."

The Chicago she was familiar with and kept the doorway to her part of the Nevernever in was, in fact, very similar to this Chicago. "I am assuming there is something off about this Chicago."

The Sidhe closed her eyes as Jennifer began to clean the blood from her. "I do hope you brought several butterfly bandages," she mused, laughing slightly.