01 Round Fired § Action + Video

[provenworth.insanejournal.com]

[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?!

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voice

[doctor_for_hire.insanejournal.com]

That's fine.

[Tap tap tap on his phone.]

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

voice

[provenworth.insanejournal.com]

[There's a short sigh of relief.]

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.]

[doctor_for_hire.insanejournal.com]

[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.

[provenworth.insanejournal.com]

[Her immediate thought is that she can't fault the man for his choice of clothing. The hairstyle could leave a girl wanting, but at least it wasn't silver. Hazel eyes watching him critically as he comes closer, her attention drifting from the large chest he carried then back to the darker skin of the left side of his face.

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?

[doctor_for_hire.insanejournal.com]

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.

[provenworth.insanejournal.com]

Ah, I see. All the better that you are then.

[There's a ghost of a knowing smile.]

Good. Then I'll disclose the details.

[There's a short, hesitating pause.]

Before I arrived here I had come across a trio of troublemakers who thought figured they could use a living punching bag to have fun with. They got a little...creative in their fun. The last thing I recall was being carried away after Gaia know how long. Most of the minor injuries seem to be gone, save this. [And she points to her cheek.] If you're able, I'd like you to make sure nothing vital was damaged.

[doctor_for_hire.insanejournal.com]

Simple enough.

[He cracks open his case and pulls out a few implements.]

Normally I'd charge, but the very story of arriving here is interesting enough to allow for a pass...

[Black Jack puts on his gloves and begins examining the wound. He doesn't touch in any way that hurts significantly, like he knows exactly how to behave around this sort of wound.]

It's very deep, but aside from infection, you have little to worry about.

I can't promise there won't be a scar, but I can minimize the size.

[provenworth.insanejournal.com]

Mmm...That's good to hear. I only carry a few gil with me anyway... [Her eyes move to the case wearily, frowning slightly. She wasn't exactly fond of doctors but they were a necessity. And after what happened...]

Ttcch... [She can't help but wince slightly when he touches it, the edges showing that it was a clean slice.] That's fine with me. Whatever you can do will be appreciated.

[doctor_for_hire.insanejournal.com]

[Black Jack pulls some antiseptic out, as well as a needle.]

You're not going to like anything that's about to happen.

[provenworth.insanejournal.com]

[Corners of her mouth frown slightly, but she gives a little nod.]

Its all right, I've been through worse.

[Taking a deep breath, Elena braced herself for the needle to pierce her skin.]