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shiningworld2012-02-14 04:02 pm
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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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Not really as good at their jobs as they think.
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[She makes a short noise of frustration.]
Look, I don't have time to sit here and talk. I need to know just where this place is, what its called, and why my phone doesn't work. I have a partner missing somewhere and I have to find him immediately.
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The short answer is you're in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle, an island-based dimensional distortion somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean.
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Bermuda Triangle? Atlantic Ocean? [She's cursing under her breath.] I've never heard of those things. Am....am I even on Gaia anymore?
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[ :) ]
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[She gives a little groan.]
I'm sure there's a way, we just have to find it. For now....is there a doctor around?
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If we do, they'll probably hear this over the network. Try to sit upright and keep your wounds covered.
voice
[Speaking of wounds, she's doing a quick once over. She couldn't quite remember much the last few hours save for a big red cloak.]
Don't worry. I have no plans of dying here or any time soon.
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What do you need?
[The voice is cold and detached. But his reply is immediate and confident.]
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Yes, I am a doctor. Tell me where you are and what you need.
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...Mmm. I appear to be on a beach. I don't know my exact coordinates. As for what I need....I'd rather go into detail where it won't be broadcasted.
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[Tap tap tap on his phone.]
I'll be there shortly. If you're bleeding, apply pressure on the wound.
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Thank you. I will.
[Fingers touched at a warmness on her cheek, frowning hen she sees that they come back painted red. Following instruction, he places her hand over the wound to staunch the bleeding until he arrives.]
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Tell me what happened.
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Fingers remove themselves from the right side of her face, revealing a single long scratch less than an inch from the corner of her mouth, the blood oozing thick from the wound.]
Before I tell you anything, do you have a disclosure statement that prevents you from sharing information I give you with others?
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To put it simply, I'm a black market doctor. My customers are usually of the less than legal variety.
I'm a very, very quiet man. I don't get paid otherwise.
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