Riley Weathers
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Post by Riley Weathers on Apr 24, 2007 17:49:40 GMT -1
"Are you sure this will work?" Riley glanced over and really didn't appreciate the tone in his voice or the look on his face. She wasn’t the one who was all hot to trot to bring him here. Reece had complained about going to a hospital. That it was too far away. So this, her little hotel room, had been the best operating room she could offer. “Look, if you wanna bundle him up, throw him in the back of the Jeep and head across town to the ER, then be my guest. I’m sorry this isn’t Regional Fucking West, but I’m gonna help your brother, ok?” Staring at him, she knew her words had come out a little harsh but she was just being honest. Not to mention the fact, this was not how she wanted to end her night. Some guy bleeding all over her hotel room with his worried brother at her side. The night, was not looking up. Turning her attention back to Duncan, she was a little worried at his lack of response. There really was no anesthesia on hand to keep him comfortable. Nor was there a crash cart handy in case, well, he crashed. Reaching over for some more gauze and then a syringe filled with a clear liquid, she took a breath and spared Reece a glass. “Ready my little RN?” She felt that being able to keep an ‘up’ mood helped her concentrate. Probably something she was use to when she had to doctor up all the furries back at the manners. Werewolves tend to crack jokes when you’re digging bullets out of them. Staring back down at the open wound, she pressed the tip of the needle to the skin, then insert the tip into the skin. Hopefully Reece wouldn’t think she was crazy. It was just a mild form of numbing anesthetic, so that she could stitch him up and hopefully not cost too much pain. She added the rest of the liquid right below the wound and set the syringe back on the table. “Hold the gauze on the wound,” She instructed and turned away so she faced that little table. There were a pair of gloves, surgical gloves, and she slipped them on. If she didn’t try to at least get an idea of how deep the wound was, then she could be sewing him up for nothing. Bleeding internally wasn’t going to be something she could handle in their make-shift ER. Her attention came back to Duncan and she traced a finger along the wound. In all honestly, she might have been a little upset in her stomach but all in all, she’d hopefully not pass out. She spread the torn skin apart, slowly looking around and pushing her finger in a little. Blood came out of course but she didn’t see anything harmful and it didn’t feel like it went that deep. Tearing through muscle could cause a lot of the bleeding and here’s hoping that was all it was. Grabbing Reece’s hand, she forced him to put it back over the wound to stop the bleeding again. “Ok, well, he might live after all.” She decided and looked over at the brother. “I mean, it doesn’t seem real shallow but then again it doesn’t seem fatally deep.” Ok, so she didn’t have the best bedside manner but she was pretty damn confident all three of them would be awake tomorrow or, well, at least alive. Hands reached over to grasp the needle and thread. It seemed almost morbid to be stitching him up with the dark red but it was all she had left. Some people NEED a little color in their life. Besides, it could have been worse, like a hot pink or vibrant green. All in all, the stitch job took no longer than 15 minutes. Then she lay a thick bandage over the wound and taped it down in place. She was pretty satisfied with the finished outlook. Now she just had to clean up the slice on his cheek and add a few butterflies. Leaning on the bed, she pushed herself to her feet and went to the bathroom to soak a clean cloth. It wasn’t until she looked down at the rag, that she noticed her hands were shaking beneath the stream of water. Taking a deep breath, she came back out with the damp rag. Sitting on the bed, up near Duncan’s face, she began to wipe around the gash gently. “Do you guys have a place you were staying at? I mean with all your clothes and everything?” Turning to look over her shoulder, she locked her eyes onto Reece’s for a moment. Something still didn’t check out with these guys. I mean, she saw no gun on the fallen brother when he was stripped of his shirt and as far as she knew, Reece didn’t look strapped either. Her head turned back to look down at her work and concentrate. Once she had clean off all the dried and new blood, she wiped some anesthetic cream on it. Now as she looked at it, she wasn’t sure if he’d really need stitches or not. Though when in doubt, stick to the easiest way. So on she went with her butterfly stitching plan and taped the little white strips down. With the last strip down, she stayed there on the bed. If he needed stitches in the morning, then she’d add some. “Well, all in all, I think he’ll survive.” Turning around, she sat facing the other brother. “Now I think we should start negotiating the medical bill that you owe me.” But she smiled so that he would know she was just joking.
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Post by Brothers of Christ on Apr 25, 2007 18:54:50 GMT -1
“Look, if you wanna bundle him up, throw him in the back of the Jeep and head across town to the ER, then be my guest. I’m sorry this isn’t Regional Fucking West, but I’m gonna help your brother, ok?”Reece fell silent. He wasn't even glaring which he would have usually done. Instead, he just slowly lowered his head a couple more degrees; he had been told. Slowly, he turned his attention back to his brother. He looked peaceful. Barely conscious but still stirring. He was going to get a lot more active in a couple of minutes. Reece gulped his heart back down his throat and looked back up to Riley with found determination; jaw clenched. “Ready my little RN?”Reece nodded, slowly. Knowing it was light hearted, he couldn't think of much to cause him humour at a time like this. Duncan stirred once the needle pressed into his skin, but otherwise didn't cause a fuss. It wasn't enough to bring him round yet. “Hold the gauze on the wound,”Reece looked down at the gauze in his hands for a moment, unsure if he was ready to continue. Taking a deep breath, he leans over and gingerly hesitating with the gauze hovering over the wound, he finally pushed it down against the wound, causing Duncan to squirm uncomfortably that instant. Reece managed to hold him down, planting a firm hand on his shoulder and pushing him into the mattress, blinking away silent tears for his brother. Once the girl added her fingers to the equation, Duncan cried out and his eyes shot open, taking a deep breath. Reece shoved him back into the mattress hard with one hand, but slacking his other holding the gauze, instead pushing him down with two hands. It didn't take long until Reece felt digits wrap around his wrist and heave his hand back onto the wound, keeping the gauze in place. Thankfully, without her hands inside him, Duncan wasn't squirming nearly as much. “Ok, well, he might live after all.”Reece looked up, eyes welling at that comment. The first piece of good news he had all day. He allowed himself a brief sblack person [watch that get swear filtered!!!!] of relief before regaining his composure and wiping his nose on his wrist. But seeing the thread made him frown. Wouldn't dark red get confused with skin? "What happened to standard black?" he asked, his brow arched critically. Reece had turned away during the full fifteen minutes of stitching. Surprisingly feeling little resistance from Duncan; either the anesthetic was working, or he'd fallen unconsious long ago. Once she left, Reece sighed heavily as he looked down at his brother. Pulling his jacket sleeve over his palm, Reece wiped Duncan of the glistening sweat beading on his forehead, and stared over him for a couple of moments, eyes slowly drifting to the now treated wound, with a white square covering the gash. However orbs diverting to Duncan's tattoos in the process as they always did. Their tattoos always were attention grabbers. His head whipped round when he heard footsteps enter the room once more and watched as she carefully sat by Duncan and maternally wiped his cheek. “Do you guys have a place you were staying at? I mean with all your clothes and everything?”"Yeah." Reece replied, "But we're not going back there in a hurry. God knows what they've done to the place...they might be waiting." he added with some concern before realising she was looking him dead in the eye. Did she suspect something? Why was she looking at him like that? Feeling a little insecure, he broke eye contact, instead looking down to the stained carpet. Soon enough though, he felt her eyes leave her as she continued to work on Dunc. “Well, all in all, I think he’ll survive. Now I think we should start negotiating the medical bill that you owe me.”Reece grinned broadly for the first time, chuckling. It wasn't the joke he was beaming at. It was the fact his brother was going to be alright.
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Riley Weathers
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Post by Riley Weathers on Apr 26, 2007 21:44:42 GMT -1
Riley’s lips spread into a wider grin when she watched him laugh. It made her feel like maybe she had actually done some good and by helping his brother, had taken some weight off his shoulders. Looking back over at his brother, she saw that he seemed to have calmed back down again. The rag was still cool in her hand and she slowly pushed herself off the bed. Didn’t want to disturb him to much if he had actually managed to fall asleep now. Eyes sort of drifted though. No longer was she staring at his face but she moved down over his chest, towards his stomach…Ok, now it was time to stop looking so obvious. Turning around, she started gathering up the supplies off the table. “I could take you over there later to grab your stuff if you want.” She offered, not bothering to make eye contact with him. “Or I could let you use the Jeep, because your brother really shouldn’t move for at least a good 48 hours. And I don’t think leaving him alone would be a great idea.” Turning around, she swept past him on her way to her bag. “If you’re really worried about someone waiting for you, there’s a loaded .44 in the glove box. Safety on.” Then she realized how surprising that might sound. “I mean, well, can’t be too careful these days.” Dropping to her knees, she started putting everything away. Least, everything that was clean or just extra. The syringe and rags went back to the bathroom. “So, correct me if I’m wrong, but do I detect a ‘hint’ of an accent?” She called out from the bathroom, as she carefully washed the needle. Leaning back, she peeked out of the bathroom with a smile. God, these guys better be just regular Joe’s and not serial killers or terrorists. Course, terrorists were usually Arabic or something along those lines. Looking back down at the water pouring into the sink, she thought about the 9mm Firestar under her pillow. Shit…if one of them got nosey. It wouldn’t blow of his brother’s head though. For one it was under the opposite pillow and two, it the safety was on. Riley brought the cleaned equipment back out and watched the two of them as she did. She really had no reason to not trust them but, just the same, she had no reason TO trust them.
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Post by Brothers of Christ on Apr 28, 2007 15:11:37 GMT -1
“I could take you over there later to grab your stuff if you want. Or I could let you use the Jeep, because your brother really shouldn’t move for at least a good 48 hours. And I don’t think leaving him alone would be a great idea. If you’re really worried about someone waiting for you, there’s a loaded .44 in the glove box. Safety on. I mean, well, can’t be too careful these days.”... Reece frowned politely before bringing up a hand to wipe his cheek, "You talk a lot." he said simply. "So let me answer them one at a time...A) Thank you for letting me borrow your truck. Although I'm a little surprised you'd let someone you've just met drive off with such a... lovely machine." Putting emphasis on the word, eyes glanced longingly out the window at the vehicle. Eyes tore from one desire to another, "And B) A 44 Magnum? I could understand a lil peashooter for protection, but what? Do you go hunting for criminals willing to hurt you?" Reece winced at the question; knowing it wasn't far wrong for them. He took in a sharp breath, his form arching accordingly, before getting up and heading over to the window to observe her jeep once more; but mainly to avoid her probing eyes. He never was the greatest poker player. “So, correct me if I’m wrong, but do I detect a ‘hint’ of an accent?”Reece smiled with relief at a topic change. He turned half way around and glanced over to her peering head from the bathroom as his hands pushed into the pockets of his jeans, "Aye." he nodded slowly, the pleasant smile remaining, "We're Dubs. Born and raised in Ireland, the both of us. Unfortunately, green isn't our colour." he grinned playfully at her as his head tilted down to check out his black t-shirt and blue jeans. "Although thankfully we were spared the typical hair colour."
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Riley Weathers
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Post by Riley Weathers on Apr 28, 2007 21:25:53 GMT -1
“You talk a lot.”Dropping to her knees by the duffle, Riley glanced up at him. A frown played on her lips because she wasn’t sure if he was serious or just trying to be ‘cute’. Giving him a little glare, she started tucking away all of the medical supplies she had pulled out. Then he started ticking off answers to her questions. Pulling the zipper shut on her duffle, she pushed herself up to a squatting position. “It’s not a truck.” She stated in a firm tone. With her hands on her thighs, she pushed up to stand and looked at him. “And I’m only letting you borrow my lovely machine because I know you’ll come back. Unless you’d rather leave your brother here and take off down the interstate.” Either way, he tried to she’d have him tracked down. There were a few people in her address book who had pretty good noses for criminals. “But hey, you can wait til tomorrow or whenever he wakes up and I can dump you both off with your stuff.” As she stripped off the jean jacket, she headed towards the door. A cheap metal hook had been screwed onto the wood. Reaching up with one hand, she hung it there and pulled up her jeans as she put her back to him again. “As for the gun, I grew up around them. My dad had somewhat of a collection and I’m the kind of girl who knows what I like. This means I get what I like, no matter what kind of image it promotes.” Sitting down on the very corner of the bed, she started untying the heavy soled shoes. They were then tossed towards her bag, landing with a THUNK. “We’re Dubs. Born and raised in Ireland, the both of us. Unfortunately, green isn’t our colour. Although thankfully we were spared the typical hair colour.” Grinning a little, she brought her eyes over to him. “Thankfully." She added sarcastically but was still smiling. "And black is everyone’s color. Careful though, black under garments promote sexual interest though. Remember that.” Riley stood and went to the dresser, started to empty her pockets. A slender phone, set of keys; room and Jeep, coins and chap stick now occupied the wood top.
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Post by Brothers of Christ on May 1, 2007 22:51:01 GMT -1
“But hey, you can wait til tomorrow or whenever he wakes up and I can dump you both off with your stuff.”"'Dump us off?'" he repeated incredulously, "I don't like the sound of that." a smirk formed across his mouth, "But I can think of other phrases ending with '...me off' that I'd just love a lass like you to do." he turned to show her his playful sparkle. The smirk faded and he began to drift his gaze elsewhere until her jacket came off, causing him to silently second glance her curves as she made her way to the door. "This means I get what I like, no matter what kind of image it promotes.”The thoughts going through his mind only helped to make this sentence sound even worse, causing him to lick his dry lips and swallow hard, finally forcing himself to prise his eyes from her, glancing down at his feet. Careful though, black under garments promote sexual interest though."What was with all this dirty mindedness?! Still, Reece chuckled before pulling his jeans out in front of him with a thumb and checking down south. "Looks like we're safe then." he grinned, removing his thumb and sitting in the nearby rickety chair as he watched her empty her pockets of an expensive phone, wondering what exactly had conveinced her that they weren't thieves, especially at the joke of burning rubber down the interstate. After cautious glances at his brother, he finally looked over to Riley once more. "What now? Isn't there more we can do for him? What if it gets infected?" he had a million questions he wanted answered, yet since he hadn't gone to a medical source, he was pessimistic he'd get an answer for them all.
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Riley Weathers
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Post by Riley Weathers on May 9, 2007 18:39:04 GMT -1
"Dump us off? I don't like the sound of that. But I can think of other phrases ending with '...me off' that I'd just love a lass like you to do." Riley turned around very slowly and if it wasn't for his playful smile, he'd probably have a black eye or two. Still, she stared at him, still in shock that he just came out with that little remark. Turning back to the dresser, she wasn't sure what to say back to him yet. Besides, she needed a minute for the flush to leave her cheeks. Once she felt composed, she turned back to face him and leaned against the dresser. “Well, you’re out of luck there, because I don’t do pro bono.” When he stood to show off the fact he had no black undergarments, she had to let out a chuckle. This guy was either really forward or just a complete smartass. Ah, hell, he could be both. Wrapping her arms around her stomach, she looked down at her feet. Then the joking turned to seriousness when he questioned about his brother. “What now? Isn’t there more we can do for him? What if it gets infected?” Riley stayed silent, wondering if he had more questions to fire out. He was entitled to some answers but from who, her? All she had was guesses, if you could even call them that. Some guy’s life was on the line and he was lying about in a hotel bed, no IV, no monitors, nothing. “We wait. We wait and see if anything happens to him. I already said this isn’t a hospital, Reece. It’s the best we can do.” Pushing herself off the dresser, she walked back over to the one bed. Her knees bent and she dropped down to sit on the mattress next to the injured brother. “And now, there’s not a whole lot else we can do for him at the moment. Just keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn’t get a fever or infected.” She turned to look at Reece. “And when he does get infected, I have some antibiotics. But not a lot, so I hope your brother’s a fighter.”
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Post by Brothers of Christ on May 15, 2007 23:48:53 GMT -1
Reece nodded, glancing downards to keep from making eye contact. Yet his still allowed himself a brief smile, "Yeah..." he grinned down at the stained carpet, "...he's always been a fighter." Losing the smirk, his eyes found themselves back on the truck outside. Turning back to face her, he still felt curious as to why she was letting him take the vehicle, AND having access to the .44 in the glove box, "So...you're SURE I can borrow the truck...?" he asked with one raised brow as he considered it, eyes meeting hers for any sign. If he could nip out, get their stuff and come back in time for Duncan to come to, maybe they'd be out of Riley's hair within the day. Or...if he had his way...he'd be in it literally. Of course, even he knew his filthy thoughts should be kept at bay for the time being; she was already helping them, no need to torture her with the possibilty of letting her have his body. That just wouldn't be...gentlemanly. "I mean...I could take it now...be back in about half an hour..." his head turned swiftly from her to the door and then back again, both brows raised now as he offered, "I mean...if you're OK being with Duncan alone..." the smirk returned, he never stopped smiling around chicks, "...you'll find he doesn't bite. He's incapable of it, unfortunately."
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Riley Weathers
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Post by Riley Weathers on May 24, 2007 17:53:29 GMT -1
“Yeah… He’s always been a fighter.”Riley looked over her shoulder, watching Reece. She knew what it was like to have a brother, to have family you cared about. Turning back around, she looked down at the unconscious brother. The outlook was still hazy, but she had faith he’d pull through. There were two of them to keep an eye on him and Riley at least knew a little about medical attention. If he got worse… Hell, then they’d have to take him to the hospital. Surely his life was more important than being found by whoever did this to them. Reece pulled her from her thoughts again. “So…you’re SURE I can borrow the truck…?” Why did they always call it a truck? Why?! “Jeep.” She corrected and looked over with a friendly smile. “And yes, I’m sure.” Standing up, she walked over to grab her keys off the cheap wooden dresser. “Because I know you won’t leave your brother, you seem pretty devoted to him. And I won’t be giving you the room key, so the only way you can get back in here, is through me. So you can’t sneak in and try to take him away.” Walking over to him, she held out an open palm. A key chain with a few keys dangling from it. Here was his chance to run if he really wanted to. But Riley expected she’d be seeing him AND her Jeep again. "I mean...I could take it now...be back in about half an hour..."“Alone.” She stated, taking her hand back. “I don’t want you pulling up and seeing three or four lucky ladies climbing out of my baby. Cause then you’ll be spending the night outside.” Tucking her hands in her back pocket, she dropped her gaze, staring at the floor. Green orbs found their way back up to his blues when he mentioned his brother. "I mean...if you're OK being with Duncan alone...you'll find he doesn't bite. He's incapable of it, unfortunately."Turning her head, she looked at the brother on the bed. “Yeah. I think if he starts to get any ‘randy’ thoughts I can protect myself.” She replied with a sarcastic tone. Arching a brow, she looked at Reece. “You find the ability to NOT bite unfortunate? I wonder what kind of ladies you’re in to. Though I highly doubt they are ‘ladies’.” Walking towards the door, she held it open for you. “You have two hours, just incase you get distracted.” Stepping behind him as he left, she watched him walk to the vehicle. This was probably the craziest thing she’d ever allowed. Some strange guy to drive off in Jeep. Once she saw him climb in, she stepped back into the room, shutting the door. The deadbolt went in with a solid thud and the chain across the door. Yeah, she was serious about her being the only one to let him back in. Sighing, she turned and put her back to the door, closing her eyes. What was there to do now? Keep an eye on Duncan and wait patiently. Pushing away from the door, she walked over to the bed where Duncan resided. She figured he probably wouldn’t wake soon, but it worried her to see someone lying so still. He was breathing, so that was a plus but still…it worried her. Tilting her head, she noticed something she’d hadn’t before. A tattoo on his neck. Didn’t that hurt? She’d only seen a handful of people walking around with inked up necks. Thought what got her, was the design. It looked familiar, like something she should be able to recognize and name. Yet, she couldn’t seem to put her finger on it. Eyes dropped down to the large cross on his forearm. For some reason, when she first saw him, he didn’t strike her as someone who would be sporting some ink. But it wasn’t long till her eyes went from the arm to his naked upper torso. Yeah, time to watch TV. So she back away and sat on the other bed, flipping on the small TV. She wasn’t even conscious of what she was watching; just that it wasn’t the other brother.
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Post by Brothers of Christ on May 31, 2007 11:55:22 GMT -1
Duncan groaned, eyes flitting quickly under heavy eyelids as he came partially to. His eyes were still closed and still in a state of unconciousness, however he was vaguely aware of music nearby, but the more he tried to focus on it, the more distant it got. Head turned opn the pillow owards the sound and he gave out a defeated sigh as he abandoned trying to focus. Reece was already cruising through town on his way home. Already buildings were getting gradually more dilapidated and run down as he headed to their cheap motel, miles worse than Riley's. He was more concerned with passersby breaking a window and stealing the truck when he was back there. Although when he thought of what could be waiting for him...Eyes glanced down at the glove box, where hopefully, a nice shiny revolver was waiting for him. A deep pothole brought his eyes on the road as the truck shuddered and bounced, making him swerve slightly to stay on the road and stop him from ploughing into that homeless guy lying on the bench on the pavement. Blinking furiously, he grunted a frustrated sigh. Even the road here was out to get him. To relieve some tension, and keeping one hand on the wheel, he pulled a cigarette from the packet with his mouth and shifting hands, be lit up with his lighter, taking a long drag and blowing smoke out slowly, placing both hands back on the wheel. He half knew already he wasn't allowed to smoke in the truck, but meh...she wasn't there to stop him. He came to a stop outside the motel, and scoped the place out for a few minutes, seeing if anybody came in or out. Considering the place was almost abandoned anyway, there were few results. Hopefully, the things that attacked them had difficulty finding the place too. After a couple of quick glances to make sure no one was watching him, fingers shifted over to the glove box and unclipped it, letting it fall and reveal the nickel plated magnum behind door number one. He stared at the 6 incher for a moment as a smirk curved his lips skyward as the f*g between his lips hung limply. I can't say f-a-g?!))
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Riley Weathers
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Post by Riley Weathers on May 31, 2007 19:58:23 GMT -1
Riley was lounging back against the head board. For about the last ten minutes, she had just been flipping through the channels. There was no interest to be found in old ‘Friends’ re-runs or black and white films with subtitles. So for the sake of her sanity, she settled on MTV. Videos were playing, so she just let herself focus on the music and stop looking to the window for the other brother’s return. About three minutes into an old Nirvana video, Riley heard a noise that wasn’t associated with the video. Looking over at the other bed, she saw Duncan stir and froze. If he woke up…what the hell was she supposed to do? Introduce herself and proceeded to inform him that his brother left? That she has no idea if he’ll come back? Of course he’ll come back. They’re brothers. Or at least he said so. Pushing herself to sit up straighter, she watched him quietly. Maybe he really wasn’t waking. Dreaming. Just stirring in his sleep. It sure as hell looked like he was waking up, but his eyes never opened. Slowly moving on the bedspread, she swung her legs over the side. Leaning out, she kept her eyes on him. I suppose this is better then him screaming and thrashing about. Still, what if something was wrong? It wasn’t like she could leave one dead brother here and sneak off. Her Jeep was in use at the moment. Pushing off the bed, she walked over and kneeled down beside Duncan. He didn’t seem to be struggling at all, so he couldn’t be in too much distress. Therefore, she would not be dealing with a dead body. Gotta love the small favors. Curious though, she decided to test if he was awake. If he could hear her. “Duncan?” Probably wasn’t the best idea to wake someone up you didn’t know. The last thing she needed was him panicking because of a stranger’s voice.
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Post by Brothers of Christ on Jun 7, 2007 22:45:27 GMT -1
The gun was stowed safely in the back of his waistband of his trousers, Reece covering the handle with the back of his shirt as he headed up the steps to the motel. Pausing for a moment, he spat out his cigarette and fished out the keys to his door. Checking in was just a case of flashing his keys to whoever was at the front desk, ANYONE could flash ANY keys and get by them. Luckily though, these were the right keys, and he quickly held them up as he passed by the bored-out-of-her-wits middle-aged lady. Her name was Margaret, or Maria, or some 'M'. He didn't even stop, already up the stairs and turning the corner, eyes peering down the hall, trying to see if his door had been kicked in. He couldn't tell from this angle, right hand nervously gripping the handle of the Magnum as he drew near. It was still intact, but that wasn't much relief. His left hand, shaking slightly, reached for the handle, turning slowly, unlocked was a bad sign. He pushed the door, right hand whipping out the revolver and quickly bracing it in his left as he pushed the door wide and took a swift step into the room. "Shit." he muttered as the gun lowered. The place had been torn apart and tipped upside down. The TV smashed, clothes strewn over the floor and table. He had to climb over the tipped wardrobe to get into the room. But as he climbed the obstacle, he saw something which made him stop in his tracks and slip to the floor as his legs tripped. Grunting, his eyes never left the wall, his face gaunt and pasty as the colour drained from it. 'WE ALWAYS GET WHAT WE WANT.' It was a message. They had been here, and they'd wrecked the place. But...the ink...blood. Dripping down the wall, the message crudely painted as if with gnarled hands. Reece had to ignore it. He was here to see if the weapons stash had been compromised. Heaving the bed out the way he looked down at the exposed floorboards. Peeling the loose one up, he breathed a sigh of relief to see all his favourite killing utensils still in place. Leaning back against the wall, he wiped his sweating brow as the fingers clutched around the gun loosened. At least everything wasn't lost. The worry hit him again though like a freight train as he stared ahead, to the bathroom. The door was open and blood was staining the floor as though something had been dragged there. Someone. An even bloodier shower curtain was drawn back, hiding something. The ink pot. Duncan stirred again when he heard a voice. To him it was barely a whisper. He thought it was Reece, telling him to get up no doubt. It must have still been early morning though because he didn't feel like getting up. He grunted his disapproval, before pain in his side came back to him and he grimaced, giving out a pained groan, yet his eyes still clamped shut. Something had happened. But he was still only half conscious. A moment later however, something clicked. Reece didn't sound girly. Reece wasn't the one sitting over him right now. Eyes shot open in peril as fingers grasped round her throat, squeezing tightly as he stared her in the eye.
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Post by Riley Weathers on Jun 8, 2007 20:43:23 GMT -1
Riley noticed him starting to stir even more. He was waking sooner than expected but at least they knew now that he would indeed wake up. Smiling in relief, she started to sit back, ready to stand. Then he did something to catch her off guard. His hand shot out and strong fingers wrapped around her throat. Instinctively, she grasped his wrist and arm with both hands. Wide green eyes stared into his darker blues. “W-wait…” She managed to choke out as she struggled to breathe. He was going to rip his stitches. Her she was, being chocked to death by a strange Irishman and she was worried about him re-injuring himself. Way to fight for you life, Riley Jo. Nails dug into his skin. She needed to breathe. Needed to breathe so she could speak to him. Let him know it was just a misunderstanding. She wasn’t going to harm him, hell, she had saved his life. “Please… Stop.” Closing her eyes, she was half tempted to sock him in his side. Though somehow, she didn’t see Reece agreeing with her self defense move. And she really didn’t feel like playing trauma surgeon again.
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Post by Brothers of Christ on Jun 15, 2007 15:19:06 GMT -1
I'm not being quite as friendly as that but meh)) Duncan grimaced as nails raked his arm but it didn't loosen his grip. If anything it tightened it. His steely gaze was unrelenting now; the polar opposite to when he was fidgetting in semi-consiousness. "Who are you?!" he asked in a deep growl, "Where is my brother?!" After a grisly hunt, he wakes up in a stranger's bed and an unknown woman looming over him with no sign of his brother. He wanted answers and the biting pain in his side and the efforts she made to get him off weren't going to stop him. Vomit hit the toilet bowl. Hands braced on the sides of the toilet seat, Reece pulling his head out, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, face whiter than any spirit he hunted. He wouldn't even look back at the bath, nevermind it's contents, ever again. He tried getting to his feet but his legs gave out from under him, sending him into the tiled floor once more, a startled sob to be heard as he lay there for another moment. He needed to get up and do what he had come here to do. It was time grab their tools and leave this grotty motel behind them. Finding the strength, he pushed himself to his feet and took a couple shaky steps towards the door to the main room, his back to the bath. However he never made it to the door. As he approached it, the front door exploded, kicked off it's hinges in a shower of splinters. Reece couldn't tell who it was since it wasround the corner, but someone who makes an entrance like that had to be bad news. Before the footsteps came any closer, he hurled his weight into the bathroom door, slamming it shut and quickly turning the lock before stumbling backwards from it, slipping and falling against the bath's wall. He didn't realise he' had turned and looked over at the girl's body, throat slit and stomach punctured, until it was too late. Scrunching his eyes closed, he looked away as another wave of nausea hit him. But there was no time to be sick some more. Footsteps were treading lightly outside the door; they knew someone was in there. "This is the police!" one of them announced, Reece breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't them; it was just the police. He was going to be oka... Digits reached round his back to his waistband and retrieved the gun, eyes fleeting from weapon to dead body. Oh fuck."Come out with your hands up!"At that point, Reece was already attempting to take flight, struggling with the sticking latch on the bathroom window.
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Riley Weathers
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What's Hell without a little fire...
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Post by Riley Weathers on Jun 16, 2007 20:30:31 GMT -1
(aren't we a tease...) "Who are you?! Where is my brother?!" Riley let out a little gasp. Hard to pronounce your own name as your air is being cut off. It was becoming more and more tempting to sock him. For all she knew, he really was a good guy. Just, waking up in a strange place is unnerving for anyone. Still, she need to breathe. "Ri-Riley." She choked out. "Reece went to fe-fetch your.." She paused, trying to suck in a little more air. Green eyes opened again, staring into his. Innocent pleading could always work and she didn't have to speak. Just say it with her expression.
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