http://provenworth.insanejournal.com/ ([identity profile] provenworth.insanejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] 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?!

voice

[identity profile] kinzington.insanejournal.com 2012-02-15 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, you're a suit, huh? Shoulda figured the FBI would get here eventually.

voice

[identity profile] kinzington.insanejournal.com 2012-02-15 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Federal Bureau of Investigation. Black suits, sunglasses, answer to the President, usually. Sometimes they assassinate people. Or collect UFOs and paranormal paraphernalia and hide things from the general public.

Not really as good at their jobs as they think.

voice

[identity profile] kinzington.insanejournal.com 2012-02-15 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
What are you, Swiss?

The short answer is you're in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle, an island-based dimensional distortion somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean.

voice

[identity profile] kinzington.insanejournal.com 2012-02-15 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
This is Earth. What planet are you from?

voice

[identity profile] kinzington.insanejournal.com 2012-02-15 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
That's just a Greek term for Earth.

voice

[identity profile] kinzington.insanejournal.com 2012-02-15 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Well then, welcome to Earth. It sucks, most of the time.

voice

[identity profile] kinzington.insanejournal.com 2012-02-15 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ... she thinks about this. ]

If we do, they'll probably hear this over the network. Try to sit upright and keep your wounds covered.

voice

[identity profile] doctor_for_hire.insanejournal.com 2012-02-15 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Click]

What do you need?

[The voice is cold and detached. But his reply is immediate and confident.]

voice

[identity profile] doctor_for_hire.insanejournal.com 2012-02-15 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
That's like asking a boat if it can swim, but I'll forgive it. I'm new here.

Yes, I am a doctor. Tell me where you are and what you need.

voice

[identity profile] doctor_for_hire.insanejournal.com 2012-02-16 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
That's fine.

[Tap tap tap on his phone.]

I'll be there shortly. If you're bleeding, apply pressure on the wound.

[identity profile] doctor_for_hire.insanejournal.com 2012-02-16 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Enter a man in a black coat, the long tails dusty and old covering his suit and tie. He's got a lare shock of white hair over his right eye and the skin surrounding his left darker and stitched up. He's carrying a box with him that looks more like a tool chest than a doctor's bag. He looks down at her, cold and clinically. He leans over, kneeling as he opens the case.]

Tell me what happened.

[identity profile] doctor_for_hire.insanejournal.com 2012-02-16 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
You seem to be under a bit of a wrong impression.

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.