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Post by sven on Jan 30, 2016 8:31:56 GMT -5
{outbreak Stage 2}
An uprising number of calls for more patrols had kept sven nearly out of the house more than he would have liked, when Delilah was left alone a lot of the time , he didn't have the time to always be calling to check up on her. Between putting work and family first sometimes he couldn't help his schedule being jumbled around to provide for them and more recently with the latest reports he was called out for a nightly patrol, dispatched all the way in the slums.
A grouping of four other officers around the slum area to watch for any odd happenings or preventing attacks, thinking if would be easy enough ... Well . mind over matter or so the situation would seem. Mindless, boring walks around corner after corner and nothing,but still alert for either vigilante activity or other. Sven had been out on this site for nearly three long tiresome hours into the night.
Last half hour the team was done for their rotation on patrol and ready to be switched out and head home. tired sighs drop from lips of the antlered secret police officer who was some what off duty; turning split alleyways to back to his ride. unfortunate enough when separated he felt off about something. Thinking it was only his exhausted mind at play , he shrugged it off ; Probably not the smartest move to ignore your natural instinctive gut feelings...
At first he thought nothing of it , purple eyes dimmed seeing nothing there but hearing faint strange noises.
" Its probably nothing .. or i'm just really tired....." He whispered to himself; Sven was alone at this time as the others had broken off sector. it wasn't moments later that had found himself cornered by a shadowed figure . reaching for his gun but too slow ,with the figure in a rushed attacked to be what felt like it was only mere minutes and it was quickly over .
Back slouched against a wall slightly to feel the seizing pain in his left arm when he tried to lift it and failed on picking himself up .. " Shit " a very disoriented low bark escaped from his mouth more than likely loud enough for someone to overhear him if near by.
Sven examined his left arm; The strange hazy sensation of not knowing how he had acquired bite marks and what he could more or less deduce from the feeling of severe pain was probably a broken arm in tandem with ... also the feeling of a twisted ankle ... "aghh ... fuck ... ...great .just what I needed .....hngff ..." He whined with a strained growling sarcasm over the injury in his words, but not any panic in it keep the adjustment in his vital sensors from alerting others. The immense pain made him faint before he could contact another officer or even Secret police HQ to pick him up, the small noise of grating his antlers on the wall behind him .
He was vulnerable .
Alone.
And in the worst of places to be ..
The slums...
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Post by Atticus on Jan 30, 2016 20:39:30 GMT -5
Attie knew, he knew it was a bad idea to be out and about at this time of night alone. It was normally okay, what with the number of people who seemed to want to keep an eye out for him, but with all the things that had been happening lately, the unexplained attacks - no, it was just stupid and dangerous and he should have called someone to go on this run with him, should have at least tried. There just hadn't been time, though - one of his patients had gotten into a small emergency and they were a scavenger, so they couldn't just go anywhere. Everything had been all taken care of, and he'd made it there just fine, but now he needed to get back home and things seemed a little... scarier.
On his way there, he'd seen a few clusters of police out watching for trouble and had mostly avoided them, though he'd stayed close enough to kind of be in a protected area. The way back showed him empty streets and silent corners, and the whisper of shadows at the edge of his hearing and vision ever since the previous week had only gotten worse. He just wanted to be free of it, but had no idea what was happening to himself and everyone else, or why.
Suddenly, as he dipped into a quiet side street, he heard a noise and jumped, startled. Attie froze, hands gripping his bag, wrapping tightly around the strap over his shoulder and wondering why he didn't just start carrying a weapon or something. He wasn't exactly trained, no, but he was never sure if having one would be more of an invitation or a deterrent.
After a few short breaths, he continued walking but then stopped again. Was that - had that been a voice? A noise of someone who sounded not to happy and something in his stomach rolled until he decided to check it out. He wasn't sure why he thought it was a good idea, but as he followed where he thought he'd heard the noise he saw someone slouched against the wall. Sharp eyes caught the splatters of red immediately, blood, a wound held tightly. The man didn't look particularly dangerous, though Atticus noticed a weapon on him.
Atticus stepped forward, approaching slowly at first as if he were waiting for the man to uncoil and attack but he realized quickly that he didn't seem conscious. Slow breaths were noted even in the dim light as he took in a quick read of the injuries and as he got nearer, he knelt low in front of him, balancing on the balls of his feet. Fingers still dug tightly around his bag and with a soft voice he spoke out.
"Hello - -? Can you answer me?" Bright green eyes peered out from the loose curls of his hair as it drooped over his face. He watched for a response - Atticus couldn't just leave him there, he couldn't.
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Post by sven on Jan 31, 2016 3:49:34 GMT -5
Sven slowly awoke to the sound of a soft voice, not able to tell who it was , nor was it even familiar to him. As half open purple hues met the face of stranger with bright green eyes calling out to him . He made a small noise in frustrated pain reaching for his holstered gun ; hesitated by the notion of the other mans appearance he didn't look like the type of person who would attack ....
Cautiously Sven sat against the wall merely trying to keep his vitals stable."nnhh ....augh ..wh.. what . who are you ? "
He answered in a low tone keeping himself as quiet as he possibly could in case this person who hovered over him could be another target of attacks or .. was he one of the attackers ? He just didn't know .
He moved slightly in holding his arm , the major discomfort from injuries , messed cyan coloured hair tied back was loosening from its tie as it was obvious Sven was in pretty rough shape and the same time he was curious , yet concerned this guy was out this late even in this area." y..you shouldn't be out here at this hour......."
The low pained wheeze that came from Sven might have come off a bit rough in way ... but he didn't make any move against the guy who would more likely be able to overpower him in his current state , without any real information to go off other than that he wound up injured would be a somewhat worthless report to the secret police in his opinion at least for now.
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Post by Atticus on Jan 31, 2016 19:15:24 GMT -5
Attie watched closely as the man in the road seemed to stir. Eyes opened, focusing fairly quickly and he seemed to reach for his weapon up for a moment but then hesitated, asking who Attie was. The doctor leaned back a little, giving the man a bit of space but he seemed to not be in any danger of being attacked now that the man had his bearings a little bit. The touch of concern to his face as he asked why Attie was out in a dangerous place really only enforced the thought that the man wasn't outright dangerous, not someone who'd just attack for no reason.
Which was good, to be honest - Atticus spared another look over, catching the flinch, and noted that the man was clearly needing some sort of assistance. A soft and reassuring smile appeared on his face and he tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear. "Well, lucky for you I'm a doctor. I was just passing by but - - would you like some help? It wouldn't be a bother."
Not do you need some help, because clearly he was bleeding and potentially hurt otherwise. At the very least, Attie could make sure he got somewhere to get help if the man didn't feel like trusting him; he looked like what he was wearing was fairly expensive, so it was possible that he might insist on only the finest medical care or something. There were people like that about, that was for sure.
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Post by sven on Feb 1, 2016 1:20:04 GMT -5
It really was a stroke of luck that the person standing before him was actually a doctor , just in passing , but still any doctor would suffice to him . as long as they didn't strike him as odd or naturally give him a strange bad feeling with his senses . unfortunately he wasn't in top condition to be hunting any crooked people in the slums and be without a partner by his side . He winced from the jolt of pain in even the tiniest of movement.
Sven gave him a slight pensive look, cautiously examining his features, determining that this man was more or less sincere in his words he must have either worked here in the area or just a travelling doctor ? it was a little hard to gauge but somewhat of appearance wise differentiating from his own higher grade compared of the others clothing , perhaps the man was from around the slums .... but even so Sven wasn't exactly one to judge the quality of someone's work just based on appearance alone.
the lone officer tilted his head nodding at the man, with a heaving sigh of somewhat relief and added a hint of sass in small humor towards himself. "h..hff... y'know .. at this time of night anything would be appreciated .. hell at this point you could just slap a band-aid on me and I'd probably be okay... "
He kind of lowered his head at the thought of when he gets home how much badgering he's going to face from both of his siblings ... now that ... was something he didn't want to think about and they'd find out eventually and with that Sven shrugged." I..guess i couldn't really turn down help from someone so kind to offer it .."
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Post by Atticus on Feb 9, 2016 2:22:23 GMT -5
It didn't seem to take long for the antlered man to consider the offer and take it, though he seemed to be a little amused by his situation. That was - - well, Attie couldn't say he hadn't seen people cope that way before, that was for sure. Tucking the hair behind his ear, Attie laughed a bit at what he hoped was a jest. "I can probably help you out a little more than a bandaid could, if you'd be okay with that."
He glanced again over the man's injuries - - nothing too obvious on his lower half without close investigation, but the blood and the way he held his arm was still definitely worrying. For now, he offered out a hand and felt thankful they were near his home. "My clinic isn't far off, and while it isn't much I can patch you up better there than I can here."
Despite his slim build, he was still more than strong enough to give aid in walking; after all, you can't be weak and fight with prosthetic limbs on grumpy vigilantes all the time. Which - well, he had no idea if this man was one of them, or just someone unfortunate, or with the police. He seemed safe enough to at least help, though; there was risk but not too much as long as he didn't give out information. He felt lucky that he could play innocent well enough, so long as he wasn't caught red handed with someone high risk.
"Is there a name I might call you? My friends call me Attie so you could if you like."
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Post by sven on Feb 13, 2016 0:20:28 GMT -5
Still the pain of his injuries made things hard for him to concentrate , though the his own jest of amusement toward it seemed to have made the passing doctor to laugh in a way; Sven nodded in assurance to accept his offer of patching him up." ..yeah .. sure .. it's fine. .. "
Sven exhausted his sigh heavily in a thought for what did he actually do to deserve.... y'know a broken arm here , a twisted ankle there and some other minor injury he was more than sure of and in all honesty thankful this guy was around to stumble upon him for lack of a better situation. He strained himself to reach up for the man's kindly outstretched hand ,feeling the intensity of it as he was trying to raise himself with the other's aid.
Before becoming a hobbling mess to the clinic the doctor generously gave his name; while Sven didn't have any reason to suspect he was doing anything illegal currently he wouldn't outright accuse him of anything even if he did work out of the slums. " Attie ? well ... it' sounds like a fitting name for you .. and ...me .. If any name you can call by Cerno....."
There was of course a line he'd drawn between giving out his real name and working within the secret police , deciding better he would use an alias
and leaving out any detail that he had any family at all, Sven felt so tense but using the alias ensured himself to hopefully keep the doctor out of suspicion that he had any ties with anything to be as safe as he possibly could with identity. the side eye of purple glancing to the side of Attie's face as he was being supported, he still was grateful for his assistance, but he didn't have very much left in him to say other than what was already said .
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Post by Atticus on Feb 28, 2016 14:01:59 GMT -5
There was a bit of worry as Attie watched the aqua haired man, self introduced as Cerno, upright himself. He had Attie's hand and then shoulder to put his weight onto, but even just getting up had seemed difficult. More injuries than just the obvious, apparently. He wasn't very tall or heavy, luckily, though carrying any lopsided weight from an injured person was always bound to be at least somewhat awkward. A smile falling onto his lips, Attie answered and tried to keep good spirits and conversation up.
"Well, I'd be worried if it didn't suit me and friends still called me it. Glad to meet you, Cerno - though of course not in this manner." A soft laugh escaped; he lead them down to the end of the street, slowly and carefully, and tried to figure out what was a good pace that didn't seem to be hurting the man. On top of this... he did try to listen out for other sounds. Whatever or whomever (it was hard to tell lately, with the shadows hanging just out of sight and the noises that didn't seem real) had attacked Cerno might still be around, might be waiting for another round. Or, someone else might take notice. Attie knew he was safe in most parts of the Slums that he was familiar with; he'd helped enough people to have a reputation, and there were those who would keep an eye out for him. But that was... that was regularly. That was not how it had been lately.
A deep breath was released and he banished the thoughts for now. Watch for danger, get Cerno to the clinic. Help. That was what he needed to worry about, not what-ifs and doom. After they turned into a main part of the street, just a few blocks short of the one near his home, he asked, "Let me know if you need to stop or find it too difficult. It's not far, I promise."
He really did just want to get off the street, especially for Cerno's sake.
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Post by sven on Mar 8, 2016 4:37:01 GMT -5
As an injured officer though he couldn't admit that he was with the secret police to Attie for reasons being quite a few it would naturally be his job to take care of it if this doctor were harboring anything illegal, as well as face any punishment if they thought he was in some way any cohorts for personal gain. Not that he was .... but it could very well be seen like that in the eyes of the Novus government if someone had suspicions. Sven's awkward lopsided weight being held up by the slim doctor who looked even more delicate than he did himself.
His Sheepish laugh that was meant to hold his own spirits up in light of being just attacked in response to Attie saying he was glad to have met him. of course the added note not that he wanted it to be like this , though Sven understood his humor in the mind a little as the doctor was carefully leading him in somewhat painful strides to his clinic , though Sven would occasionally hold his breathe in small bouts for the pain with each step.
He had hoped it not much further , with Attie answering in short of him thinking about for no more than a minute of how much farther they would have to go; while Under the alias of Cerno he nodded with a rather painful yet " grin and bear it " look to acknowledge.
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