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01 Round Fired § Action + Video
[The sight of the sand and sun and waves, usually tranquil in their quiet beauty, is interrupted by a figure dressed in black, laying half in / half out of the softly crashing waves. It appears unmoving, the shallow rising and falling of its chest barely visible to even the focused eye, un-phased by the encroaching tide. Only when the water moves higher, up the outstretched arm that dangles into the ocean, past the loosened tie and white blouse stained with dirt, grime, and blood, the miniscule remains of the wave just brushing against barely parted lips...
And the figure jerks, coughing and gasping for air, making sputtering noises of surprise, shock, and perhaps a touch of fear. Blonde hair shifts and moves as the body struggles to its knees, crawling out of the water and well away from its icy touch. Still gasping for air, a hand clutching tightly at the center of her chest, the other working the hair into its proper place.]
Tseng?
[Eyes, clearly exhausted from some unknown event or cause, strained as they shifted form one end of the beach to the other, grimacing as she struggled to her knees and then fell back, unable to muster the strength to get to her feet. Instead she tries moving a few inches across the sand, grunting as pain shot up from both her legs and shoulder.]
Tseng! Where are you?!
[Restless hands groped at her jacket, patting down every square inch, frowning at the discovery that her suit was cut and sliced in every which angle - how it stayed on her without falling into slices of fabric was beyond her - before making a noise of relief, a phone being pulled from a pocket. Fingers worked the keys, attempting to reach Reno or Rude - hell, reaching Rufus would work just fine - with no luck. Little does she realize she's turned on the video and she's broadcasting for anybody to see.]
Odin's Beard! Why can't I get through to anybody! And how the hell did I wind up on the outskirts of Junon?!
And the figure jerks, coughing and gasping for air, making sputtering noises of surprise, shock, and perhaps a touch of fear. Blonde hair shifts and moves as the body struggles to its knees, crawling out of the water and well away from its icy touch. Still gasping for air, a hand clutching tightly at the center of her chest, the other working the hair into its proper place.]
Tseng?
[Eyes, clearly exhausted from some unknown event or cause, strained as they shifted form one end of the beach to the other, grimacing as she struggled to her knees and then fell back, unable to muster the strength to get to her feet. Instead she tries moving a few inches across the sand, grunting as pain shot up from both her legs and shoulder.]
Tseng! Where are you?!
[Restless hands groped at her jacket, patting down every square inch, frowning at the discovery that her suit was cut and sliced in every which angle - how it stayed on her without falling into slices of fabric was beyond her - before making a noise of relief, a phone being pulled from a pocket. Fingers worked the keys, attempting to reach Reno or Rude - hell, reaching Rufus would work just fine - with no luck. Little does she realize she's turned on the video and she's broadcasting for anybody to see.]
Odin's Beard! Why can't I get through to anybody! And how the hell did I wind up on the outskirts of Junon?!
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[Her head turns this way and that, scanning the beach desperately to try and find her partner. Teeth grit together, a hand pressing to her head, fighting a wave of dizziness. Turning her attention to the young male beside her, her panic is clearly evident in both expression and tone.]
I can't...I can't just sit here! I have to find him! He's in just as bad of shape - maybe worse! You have to help me!
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B-but, you're injuries--
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Somebody not wanting to kill them, that is...]
...What's your name?
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C-could I ask yours? [It was good to know who you were helping, but he was still highly more concerned about her wounds and how much blood she may have lost. How long had she been out here?]
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I'm....I'm Ele..na.. [How long indeed? Whether from heat stroke, anemia, or sheer exhaustion, she's having a hard time staying conscious and accidentally falls forward against his smaller frame, her head resting against his shoulder.]
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A-are you alright? Miss Elena?
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I-I'm sorry... I'm just...very tired...
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El..en...[his eyes were welling up with tears, why was he so helpless? But, nonetheless he wiped them away with an arm and gently lowered her down, desperately looking around for something that might slow, or even stop the bleeding. If she was somewhat conscious, she might hear]
...Stay here...I'm going to...[and he trails off as he stands up, wiping his face.]
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An eye opened partially, seeing the terrified look of the boy who had found her, and felt her stomach sink. He was standing, he was...leaving her?]
W-wait.... [Her hand reached out, grabbing hold of the closest pant leg she could reach, fingers curling into the fabric.] Don't leave...
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But...I need to find a doctor, you're in pain.
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I'll...I'll go with you, then. Just don't leave me here... [Releasing his leg, she continued to struggle to her feet, finally managing to stand despite the shaking in her legs.] If I can lean on you...we can go together...
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Miss Elena...a-are you sure?
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I would prefer it. I....I don't want to stay out here...exposed...
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And that last part of what she had said worried him.]
Exposed? Is there something wrong with the air?
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N-no, that's...not it. The sand is bad for injuries and....and there are some...people....who are mad at me.
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There are some cabins around, you can rest there so you wounds don't get worse.