Ebony
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Post by Ebony on Oct 13, 2007 19:09:30 GMT -5
Morning dawned in New Zealand, it would be a warm, almost cloudless day it seemed. At the western shores, an almost lifeless body was washed upon the rocky shore beside tall cliffs. But the girl, who now was lying on the hard stones in the stinging cold sea water, still was shallowly breathing, her mouth half open while resting on her stomach. She was unconscious, her long wet hair surrounding her, her clothes almost been ripped off. She had several bruises all over her body, her left arm was lying in an unnatural way as if broken, but only one heavily bleeding wound on her forehead. Her skin was pale, almost blueish, she had been in the cold water for a long time, almost drowned.
Ebony didn't notice any of the pains in her body, she was in another world. She almost was dreaming, her mind being far away while her soul prepared to leave her body. But in the meantime she was dreaming, recalling the scene that caused her being in this situation. She was back in Vienna, in her parent's apartment. Somehow it was freezing cold there, although it seemed only she was freezing, her parents were not, and the Ebony in the past was neither. As well, it felt as if she hardly could breathe while watching, but all of this did not interest when suddenly vampires appeared in the living room, with glaring eyes. Ebony wanted to shout out, wanted to warn her parents, as well as the other Ebony, but they did not seemed to hear her. She saw how one of the vampires hit Ebony on the for head with a heavy metal item, knocking her to the ground, and hitting her, continuing until she lost her conscience. Tears were running down while she watched this, almost screaming out, feeling so helpless, when she turned to see what happened to her parents. Three vampires were after them, threatening them with weapons, then suddenly attacking them. Instead of using their weapons, they rammed their teeth into her parent's bodies, and almost instantly began drinking their blood, with every sip draining more life of them. Ebony was desperate, being there watching, not being able to do anything while herself and her parents were tortured and killed.
Then something unexpected happened. The vampire who had knocked out Ebony's past self grabbed her and disappeared, taking the motionless body with him. Ebony's mind could see no more, she knew not where her body was taken. All she knew was that she was seeing into her past, this all had happened on real. Her parents had been killed, and she had been taken, where she could not say. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her left arm, and cold blood running down from her forehead, sharp stones stinging into her body. She regained consciousness, slowly. She was unable to move, only the pain was there. She tried to remember where she was, but did not know. She remembered her dream, what happened to her parents, and what happened to herself. She knew it was true. And she tried looking further back into her past, but couldn't. Something was there, blocking her memory. It seemed, at the moment all she knew was of herself being lost, and her parents being dead.
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Post by Pete on Oct 13, 2007 19:34:26 GMT -5
It was a perfect day for a run, the sun peeking out from the horizon and illuminating the sky. He jogged along the side of the cliffs, enjoying the view of the ocean. Pete's hands were almost fully healed, the scars a reminder of what had happened. The girl could have been killed and it was his fault, he thanked god he got there in time. The day seemed as if it would be a great day, but something was off. He had the same feeling several weeks ago when he met Namir, when he found her half dead on the streets. He continued on, the crisp morning air burning his lungs, his keen senses taking in everything. There was that familiar smell again, the hair on the back of Pete's neck standing up. He stopped in mid-stride. Blood. Consentrating, he searched for the source of the scent. It was coming from the shoreline, and it was definitly human. He didnt know how long the person had been down there or their condition, but chances were there wasnt that much time left. There wasnt time to find a trail down from the cliff. Taking a quick glance at his surroundings, he assured himslef that nobody was watching. He stepped up to the edge, looking down. He took a few steps back and sprinted, lunging himself off the side of the cliff. Landing gracefully at the bottom he ran towards the body. She was still breathing. Thank god... He hefted the girl onto his back and ran back towards the cliff. She was cold as ice, her core temperature dropping into dangerous levels. He stripped of his hoodie and rapped it around her, rushing down the beach in search of driftwood for a fire. When the wood finally caught, he dressed her wounds and hoped for the best. Deja vu. What happened to you? He thought.
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Iris
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Post by Iris on Oct 13, 2007 20:03:54 GMT -5
A perfect day for a run indeed. Iris ran full out, covering the sandy, slightly rocky shoreline in long, sweeping strides. She ran perfectly, not a second out of beat, toned muscles relaxing and contracting alternatively. But one could hardly see that, due to the black pants she wore. Her special running boots were quite similar to her normal combat boots, except for the fact that the tread was thicker and the cut more streamlined. Her shirt was rare for her, a black sleeveless, form fitting running shirt. A backpack, fully packed, moved up and down a bit as she ran, but not too much thanks to the strap across her upper stomach. She felt the hard line of steel in her boot, not cold, but warmed from her body heat. She was not sweating too much because of two reasons. For one thing, the air was dry and slightly cool, though the cloudless atmosphere promised a warm day. The second reason was that her body was perfectly conditioned for any sort of physical activity. The doctor that she visited once a year always exclaimed that she was the perfect model of female health.
Keeping her pace constant, she ran for three miles. Only two left for that morning. Iris ran ten miles every day, five early in the morning and five at dusk. She avoided running at night; through she knew she was capable of fighting anything that attacked she saw no reason to put herself at risk needlessly. Her dark, thick hair, pulled into a strict ponytail, whisked against her bare neck. Coming to a steep cliff, she stuck to the rock wall, preferring stealth wherever she went. Suddenly, something shifted on the cliff about two hundred yards away. Instinctively blending to the dark shadows of the cliff, she watched unblinkingly as a form - she guessed it to be male from the thicker torso and larger frame - jumped off, landing at the bottom unharmed. She instantly classified it as a lycan - no human could do that, and a vampire or demon would just dissappear and then reappear at the bottom. Unobtrusively moving along the cliff, she noticed his attention was elsewhere. Her black eyes watched as he picked up a slender form, taking his shirt off and wrapping it around the pale form. Iris decided it was female, due to the faint curves distinguishable from this distance and also from the smallness of the body. She was alive, because he began to minister to her. Moving within fifty yards, she recognized him as the lycan from the base - Pete. "Hello, Pete. So we meet again," she said quietly.
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Post by Pete on Oct 13, 2007 20:18:48 GMT -5
Iris. The robot sent to hunt him down and deliver a message. Great... more trouble. He looked down at the girl. She shivered from the cold, most likely going into shock. It looked like she was beaten over the head with a blunt object, not to mention she had horrible bruises covering her body. Somebody wanted her dead, and she would indeed die if nothing was done. He then looked up at Iris, standing up, his muscles tightening. It didnt appear as if she was armed, but that meant nothing. Pete knew if it came to a fight, she wouldnt need a weapon to cause damage. He saw no aggresion, but didnt let his guard down. He reached out to her with his mind. Please... help her. Iris was well trained, she would know what to do.
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Ebony
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Post by Ebony on Oct 14, 2007 4:31:15 GMT -5
Suddenly Ebony felt that she was lifted up, away from the cold piercing stones, and something was wrapped around her body, a dry cloth to warm her, although it soon was soaked with sea water from her own clothes as well as hair. Her perception only concentrated on what was happening to her body, but she was not able to move, or to control her moves when she was shivering. In fact, in this moment she wished whoever it was who took care of her in this moment should rather leave her to die, she had no wish to live, nothing left to live for. All she loved was gone and dead, she felt hope and helpless and wished this pain just would come to an end. Of course, she was thankful for the help, but did not want to endure this any longer. On the other hand, there was no possibility to stop the person from helping her, warming her up again and tending to her wounds. She was unable to move at all, not even to open her eyes, her brain only delivered message to her mind about the pain in her body, what was happening to her and how she felt.
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Iris
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Post by Iris on Oct 14, 2007 21:39:54 GMT -5
But she never recieved the thought; she had well-trained herself to not succumb to mind tricks. Still she recognized his silent plea for help, and also his tensed muscles, waiting for a fight. "I mean you no harm, nor the girl," she said smoothly, "you do not warrant a threat that I need to track down." In a way this was a small insult, the kind that Iris was practiced at. Almost everything she said had a double meaning if you only knew where to look for it. For now, however, her attention was on the girl. Crouching next to her, she lifted one of her hands. It felt as if it were a dead fish: cold, lifeless, and unresponsive. She was wrapped in Pete's sweatshirt, though it was probably now doing more harm than good due to the cold dampness of it. The fire flickered nearby - at least that much was good in this situation. With surprising gentleness, she unwrapped the jacket, revealing the tattered and worn clothing that covered the unfortunate girl. Beneath the salt-soaked cloth Iris' dark eyes spied massed bruises all over her skin, probably from a blunt object. She needed advanced care; she could have massive internal injuries due to the apparent force of the beating.
Rolling back an eyelid, Iris noted the unresponsiveness. The pupils were dialated, and the girl was shivering. Her skin felt like ice. It was obvious she had severe hypothermia. Standing, Iris knew what she needed to do. Unstrapping her backpack, she handed all forty pounds of it to Pete, saying, "I'll need you to take this." Stripping off her top, she carefully put it on the girl, making sure not to touch her too much in case she had a broken rib or ruptured internal organs. She now stood in pants and a black sports bra, her strange medallion necklace that was her constant companion loosely swinging on it's chain. Bending down, she picked the girl up effortlessly in her lean arms, holding her close. "If she warms too quickly, it will kill her," she explained, "and she needs professional help. I am taking her to my hospital; you may follow." And without a backwards glance, she strode off down the rocky beach to find the nearest point she could climb up.
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Post by Ebony on Oct 16, 2007 5:13:42 GMT -5
Ebony did not notice much of what happened around her, neither could she hear, see, feel any touch nor taste or smell. Only changes from cold to warm and the other way round sank in and were realized by her mind. So for example when Iris exchanged Pete's wet shirt with her own still dry one, or that there must be a source of warmth nearby. Her limbs, no, her whole body felt like crushed, everything was so cold around her, why was there nothing she could do against it? Only darkness surrounded her, cold and pain. She felt how she slowly sank down again, she started to think far slower, as if she was falling asleep, but in a dreamless sleep. She was falling totally unconscious now, unresponsive, not to wake up but by herself, her own strength. She did not know she was taken to a hospital now, hardly any hope was left in her in this moment.
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Post by Perrin on Oct 17, 2007 22:24:09 GMT -5
The red jeep pulled up to an empty car park on the cliff face, leading down to the beach was a small set of stairs. The car park was close enough to the edge the council had erected a small fence to stop cars going to close to the edge. Oblivious to what was happening on the beach just below Perrin sat with his door open and listening to one of his favourite New Zealand bands; Black Seeds. He reached into the glove box and pulled out a small container, opening it he smiled, inside was a pile of weed and a cone. Lighting it up he took a large drag and held it for as long as he could before exhaling, after the cone he left his music going, getting out of his jeep Perrin began to walk to wards the steps leading to the beach thats when he noticed three figures down below. He felt the effects of the weed as he couldn't stop smiling, looking at the figures again he noticed one was being carried by a another guy, it looked as if she wasn't moving. "Need any help?" Perrin called out to girl who was closest to the bottom of the stairs.
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Post by Iris on Oct 17, 2007 22:49:51 GMT -5
After walking down the beach at a steady clip for almost a mile, Iris finally spotted a tall, steep ridge of stairs. She knew they needed to get to a hospital fast; the girl had slipped further into unconsciousness by the feel of her dead weight. In such close proximity Iris could tell that her pulse and breathing had slowed to what was barely able to keep life in the battered body. Coming to the beginning of the stairs, a voice suddenly hailed them. Iris looked up at the call, her black eyes noting the car and the man. Shifting the weight of the girl in her arms a bit, she stopped with one foot on the step above her. "Stay there," she commanded, then began to ascend the cliff. The girl, it seemed, got heavier each step. Though obviously a bit undernourished, she was still enough extra weight to cause Iris' tan skin to glisten with a very fine layer of sweat by the time she had reached the middle of the stairs. The girl still remained unresponsive; probably in a coma of some sort by now. She knew any medical professional would have screamed at the movement of the girl. Any internal injuries she had were probably not being helped right now. But it was the only thing Iris could do to save her life. Hopefully this was not in vain. Finally reaching the top of the stairs, Iris met the man's eyes. They were a strange bright gold, made brighter by the fact that he looked to be on some sort of drug. Figured. "Wipe that grin off your face, man!" she barked, "This girl is dying and we are taking your car. You may ride along or just wait here for me to come back after she is stable. Your choice." It was a harsh ultimatum, but that was Iris.
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Post by Perrin on Oct 17, 2007 23:06:09 GMT -5
Perrin watched as the girl arrived at the top of the stairs, she was covered in a layer of sweat as one would be by carrying extra weight up the steep stairs. Perrin tried to stop smiling but his face wouldn't let him and the smile kept coming back. "Yes mam" Perrin said with a mock salute. Perrin decided that if she wanted to be a bitter cow then he would let her carry her to the car. Either way she need him because he had the keys and unless she knew how to hotwire his car then she would have to calm down. Opening the boot he chucked what was in there into the back seats clearing space for the girl to lie on. Although he had a grin on his face he was feeling for the girl who was a pale shade of blue. "Jump in there beside her" Perrin said clearing more room. Moving to the side door he sorted through the things he had thrown over and picked out his sleeping bag, this he had used many times when he had resorted to sleeping in his jeep. Unzipping it he covered Ebony before getting back in the jeep and started it up, thats when he noticed Pete. "Trust their to be a lycan around" he muttered under his breath as he waited for Pete to climb in he turned around to look at the unconcious girl. "Names Perrin by the way." He said as he put the jeep in reverse. "Guess we're heading to the public hospital?" Perrin turned the steering wheel and pulled out onto the road being careful not to knock the girl in the back around.
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Ebony
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Post by Ebony on Oct 20, 2007 5:07:34 GMT -5
As Ebony was carried up the cliffs, up the steep stairs, she did not notice the movement, she was like in another world, covered in darkness. She almost has forgotten about what has happened to her in this unreal world, it was like a dream where she had completely left her body, flying above, watching from another point of view. She went back, to past events that her subconsciousness tried to handle and process to situations she easily could cope with. She re-lived these situations again, in a bit different versions although, seeing all that happened from above, as if she was like sticked on the ceiling, watching herself and the others like she had watched the attack on herself and her parents before. While processing her memories, her body slightly squirmed of her reaction to the dreams, her face frowning and her lips twitched. She felt healthy in these dreams, nothing could happen to her and she felt no other worries than the concerns she had to deal with in these dreams.
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Iris
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Post by Iris on Oct 20, 2007 16:55:34 GMT -5
"Yes," said Iris, climbing into the car carefully, girl in tow, "Wellington Hospital, ASAP. She's got hypothermia; she needs immediate treatment." Tucking the insulated sleeping bag more firmly around the girl, she hoped she had enough body heat in her chilled state to keep her core temperature up. Reaching into her pocket, she whipped out a thin cell phone, her personal one. It was special issue: one of maybe ten around the world. It had countless applications: internet, GPS, hi-resolution camera, video camera, sound recorder, and if one knew how to press the right keys, it was also a mini-bomb. But for now she just needed to call someone. Dialing the numbers expertly with one hand, she held it to her ear. After two rings, someone picked up. Hello? Wellington Hospital. "Give me the resident doctor, now. It's an emergency. Yes ma'am. One moment. Yes, Dr. Shwartz here. "Doctor? It's Iris. We have an emergency. A girl, about nineteen to twenty, with severe hypothermia." Iris? It's been a while....okay, we'll have everything ready. "Watch for a red jeep." With a click, she snapped the phone shut. Rummaging in her backpack, she pulled out a small magnetic emergency siren. Rolling the window down, she stuck it on the top of the car, then turned it on. It instantly emitted a piercing wail and began to flash red and white. "Drive, Perrin! You're covered, just get there as fast as you can!" she urged. The girl was fading fast - she needed help soon.
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Post by Ebony on Oct 20, 2007 17:00:47 GMT -5
(There's a hospital thread in Wellington, we could continue posting there after Perrin posted.)
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Post by Iris on Oct 20, 2007 17:09:00 GMT -5
(Yeah, I figured as much so that you and Dan over there could meet. We might want to wait for Pete as well.)
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Post by Ebony on Oct 20, 2007 17:10:06 GMT -5
(Indeed lol, that's the plan. Yes, right, we should wait on Pete as well... he hasn't posted in a long time although.)
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