Vigilantes
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Post by Levenin on Aug 26, 2015 1:36:27 GMT -5
 My title is too long. I don't have enough room for an update tag. But hey, I won't be posting here so much that that'll become an issue lol. Uh anyway... Welcome to my drabble thread, for when things can't fit into an RP but I still wanna destroy myself. \o/ |
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Vigilantes
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Preferred Name: Nama
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Character Name: Levenin Refure
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Status: On Hiatus
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Post by Levenin on Aug 26, 2015 4:24:19 GMT -5
A drabble thing taking place after the events of Grand Theft Methylylylyllalalanamine that (sort of) details how his coworkers took to discovering he's a relatively well-known criminal. That particular RP is linked below so yeah. \o\ I hope you like great big balls of text. Tonight, he’d live.
He knew there were mere precious minutes before he lost consciousness again, probably for the last time. Despite reeling on the floor with a growing bruise on his face, he couldn’t let anything slow him down. Once in the supply area of Canaan, Levenin tore off his earring and fashioned the string around his upper arm as tight as he could before feeling around for a vein. Vision going blurry by the moment, he shoved in an IV at the first sign of a bulge and linked the saline pack to it. He’d just have to hope he actually struck something. He hung the pack on a knob, the closest and highest thing available before focusing on the gel next. It was too cheap a knock off to completely stop his bleeding, but it was all he had. The thought of the potential scars that'd be left over from the gun shots did little to quell his worries.
A pallor of his skin, uncontrollable tremors, a sweat that refused to let up— it all was building into too much at once. I’m going into shock… I’m going into shock… I’m going into shock… It was as if knowing what was happening only made it worse. The IV drip could only go so fast. It wouldn’t be enough at this rate. Levenin furiously lathered Novigel on the back of his shoulder, not even caring if most of it actually covered the injury. He just had to survive, somehow.
Tonight, he’d live...
A piercing ray of sunlight was what brought him back to the world of the living an unknown time later. He might’ve wondered if he’d died if it weren’t for a familiar tattered curtain enveloping the space around him. Canaan. He was here in one of the patient beds. His heart sunk knowing that despite being saved, it could’ve only been because of…
Lev searched himself, discovering he wasn’t wearing anything at all underneath the covers. However, to his pleasant surprise, the hole in his side had been neatly sewn together with stitchings that could’ve belonged to only one person. A quick touch of his shoulder revealed a patch up job there as well. The curtain flew open in the middle of his self-examination, to which he hurriedly pulled up the blanket out of a sense of modesty.
”N-Nin…?”
Lucca stood there with a wrap of a fresh drip and a washcloth in his arms. He could hardly believe the sight before him as he dropped everything to the floor and embraced him tightly. ”Nin, you’re awake! Are you alright?! How are you feeling?! Err, sorry! I’m hugging too hard!”
A few warm tears splashed onto Levenin’s neck as soon as Lucca pulled away from him. Lev gave him the tiniest of smiles as reassurance to his friend. ”Sore but otherwise, I’m okay.”
Sore was putting it lightly. His face still ached from the punch, a gift from Zail he could’ve done without. There was still a haze about his vision, but Lev noticed the IV in his wrist filled with something other than saline-- a blood transfusion bag, unheard of at Canaan. There was no way to store blood in this place. ”Where did you get this?”
”It wasn’t easy, I’ll tell you that,” said Lucca, grabbing his fallen items from the floor. ”Cyrene had to pull a few strings. I’m guessing she bought it from somebody who’d gotten it by less than legal means, but we took whatever we could find. It’s not even real blood, honestly. It’s that substitute paramedics use on scene for emergencies. You’re probably gonna start feeling gross pretty soon when your body starts processing it out.”
That explained it. Levenin wasn’t too familiar with whatever was currently seeping into his veins but if Cyrene was the one to obtain it, he felt a bit better. It was strange to be the one of the receiving end of a check up, however. He’d given countless exams over the years but not once had he needed one. As foreign a concept as it was, he took comfort in it. The fact the man was here at all, having his bruising fussed over and making small talk with a trusted companion… His life hadn’t been ready to give up the fight just yet.
Lucca kept a forlorn expression during his poking and prodding, nose still sniffling loudly. He grazed over Lev’s wounds with care, thumbing the precise stitching as he dabbled an antiseptic over the threads. ”You know… You were really close to leaving us.”
”Umm… How long have I been out?”
”About two days now. Minus the few times you woke up for a minute or so to mumble about random stuff. Oh, and you threw up on Carcassone’s shoes last night, but you didn’t hear it from me.”
Levenin’s cheeks began to boil, soft chuckling covering up the rapidly flowering embarrassment. ”Could you maybe tell her sorry for me?”
”I’m sure she’s not mad but I bet she’ll give you crap for it anyway. Just a heads up.” The curtain slid open again as Lucca made his exit. ”Oh! I should grab you something to wear, shouldn’t I? Who should I send back up here to help you dress, hmm? Carcassone? Get a little Florence Nightingale effect going on in here and she’ll forgive you in no time.”
”T-That’s not funny!”
The both of them giggled (even though Lev was still blushing like mad) before another figure joined their party of two. Cyrene wasn’t amused in the slightest at their jesting and she quickly stared down a fearful Lucca. ”What’re you doing? You should’ve been finished minutes ago,” she lectured. Those few stern words of hers were all that was needed to chase the doctor out of the room.
The woman threw a set of spare scrubs onto the bed as she tore the curtain closed behind her. It seemed that even though he was the patient, Levenin wouldn’t be spared her abrasive personality. He braced himself for a browbeating as she towered above him in her usual dignified and regal manner, the calm of her face belying a flaring temper.
”How are you feeling?” The tone in her voice made the question sound more threatening than concerned.
”F-Fine.”
”Any pain?”
”It’s not too bad.”
”Then sit up straight. Don’t move around too quickly or you’ll faint.”
Cyrene removed his IV for the moment while she assisted him with his shirt first. A radiating irritation from her was hard to miss, but her touch was nevertheless gentle as she tugged on one sleeve gingerly, and then the next.
”I can do it my- ow!” Apparently not. A sharp twist of his shoulder put an end to any arguing with his caretaker. Her lack of a scolding meant she knew she’d won without a word. Levenin was thankful he at least had the opportunity to don the bottoms on his own without her wandering eyes.
”Are you hungry?” she asked.
”Yeah.”
”We’ll scrounge up something for you later, then. Is the painkiller making you feel nauseous at all?”
Levenin suddenly felt uncomfortable. Why did he get the notion that this was quickly turning into an interrogation rather than innocent questions about his current state? ”…A little.”
”All of this fuss and you’re just “fine.” “Not too bad.” But only after costing us a generous number of supplies and man hours to bring you back. Do you know how expensive it was to procure that blood substitute?”
He avoided looking her way. Cyrene was obviously livid with him. Lev imagined she’d probably waited on pins and needles for those two days for the first sign to unleash utter hell. Not once, though, did her voice raise or break. The words themselves were enough, biting at the points where she knew it’d hurt him the most.
”I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to use—“
“And you’ve been occupying this bed for two days when it could’ve gone to somebody in greater need.”
”Cyrene—“
”The amount of time wasted on cleaning up after you tracked blood and dirt all over our floors. Even more money spent on sanitation in addition to the transfusion. You know how little we already had to spare.”
Whether it was because of his physical fatigue or his own mental weakness, Levenin couldn’t stop hot tears from framing their way down his skin. ”I’m sorry.”
”You have no right to cry.”
His earring appeared on his lap as Cyrene dropped it there in plain view. It was a thought he’d neglected to worry about but they all had to know. The drug peddler from before certainly knew of him. Why wouldn’t Lev have a reputation for Vigilantism in the Slums as well? Cyrene’s hands gripped the edges of his bed, knuckles white and straining as she tried her best to keep her cool. The wrong choice of words and she’d explode with rage. Maybe his tears were from the fear of what her breaking point would bring.
”How long have you been doing this?” asked the woman in a hoarse whisper.
”I dunno… A couple of months, maybe.”
”Are you the one who’s been stocking our supplies?”
”Yes.”
”What’d you do to that police boy? Are you the reason he stopped coming back?”
Dante. It’d felt like an age ago since the last time he’d brightened Canaan with his smiles and generosity. In the end, he was almost right about Lev’s near undoing.
”I didn’t hurt him or anything but… Yes, that was my fault.”
”Are you interested in knowing how we found you?”
Cyrene began circling him like a vulture, just waiting to lash out at the first sign of hesitation.
”Xi’an was the first to come in that day. He said the bloodbath in the lobby nearly gave him a heart attack. And just imagine how he felt when he followed your trail into the supply room. You, unable to be aroused no matter how much he pleaded with you to wake up, white as a sheet with virtually no pulse. Xi’an was inconsolable for hours afterwards. The only reason you’re alive is because of his quick thinking-- CPR to revive your heart and removing that makeshift tourniquet of yours before your arm fell off from lack of circulation. All of us have been here since then, refusing to leave your side. So I think you owe us this much.”
What Levenin saw next struck more terror into his heart than he thought possible. A brush with death couldn’t compare to Cyrene’s mournful face as the emotions she kept so tightly under wraps betrayed her in that moment. Her hands shot up to the collar of his shirt, jerking him to eye level where he could plainly see the tears spilling over. The woman gasped, her sobbing choking the authority in her voice.
”Tell me then, why the hell did you do something so stupid and put us through that?! Do you know how close we came to losing you?! And for what, so you could steal some low-end medical supplies?! You’re worth more than that!”
”I had to!”
Cyrene was taken aback by his outburst and even Lev was surprised with himself for yelling like he did. The entire second floor had to have heard him. A deep breath and then more quietly, ”We were struggling. If I didn’t do it, where would we be right now?”
”If you’d been caught, it wouldn’t have been just you in trouble! The police would’ve found Canaan eventually! We would have had to comply with them and you know that! What would become of this place if they thought we'd been conspiring with you?!”
”I’ve been careful. Nobody knows.”
”Nobody knows?! What kind of fool are you?!”
Her hold relinquished itself. Cyrene could no longer stand to even look at him and she hurriedly wiped her eyes on a sleeve while facing away. Her anger was but a dull simmer now, but still an ember that could spark. ”I want you to stop this,” she muttered. ”You will stop this.”
”No.”
Lev watched her shoulders rise and fall, tense and holding back another bout of screaming. Still she absolutely refused to make eye contact.
”I can’t.”
”Even if I told you to never come back here?”
”…Yes.”
”Fine then, Nineveh.”
The motions of her arms were hidden but Levenin could see her straightening herself out. The Cyrene he knew would never show herself so disheveled and unprofessional in front of her crew and especially not her patients. She sniffled a few more times until it seemed her composure had fully returned. A pierce of amber eyes etched its image into his head before the curtain closed once more.
”But if you die, I won’t cry for you. Not again.” |
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Civilians
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Character Name: Isaac Vasari
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Post by Isaac on Nov 24, 2015 12:26:31 GMT -5
Why didn't I read this sooner?! O AO I'm so sorry, Nama. This deserves to be read and loved. I really like the dialogue here  The back and forth between Lev and Cyrene was nicely handled, and the dialogue said so much for their emotional states. It was so clear how their emotions were rising with each quick line. Very tragic, very well written o uo)b |
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Vigilantes
Smiley Specialist
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Posts: 164
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Character Name: Levenin Refure
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Status: On Hiatus
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Post by Levenin on Jan 4, 2016 6:45:06 GMT -5
Isaac Thank you! ; v ; The Vasari bros know how to land him in hot water lol Okay, so this thing is less a drabble and more short profiles, but I dunno where else to stick them besides on the lit thread. Plus, it's an excuse to update it lol. So because I have way too much time on my hands, here are short bios of the other doctors at Canaan. Will they ever factor into a major storyline? Will they ever advance from being background characters? LOL I DUNNO, but in the event anyone cares about Lev's coworkers, they all have little backstories too. They're kinda more for me than anyone else. The things I do at 4 AM when I don't wanna sleep though to be fair I found these blurbs in an old word doc SO WHY NOT USE 'EM
Carcassonne Real name: Fransisca Marion
Female ◦ 27 years old ◦ Speech code: pink [/font][/ul] Lucca Real name: Adrian Mathers
Male ◦ 23 years old ◦ Speech code: light green[/font] [/ul] CyreneReal name: Cassandra Oda Annema
Female ◦ 36 years old ◦ Speech code: #cc9678[/font][/ul] Xi'anReal name: Emil Leon
Male ◦ 31 years old ◦ Speech code: #BDA0CB[/font][/ul] NinevehReal name: Levenin Refure
Male ◦ 23 years old ◦ Speech code: #c50463[/i][/font][/ul][/spoiler]
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