12th Fight
Nov. 20th, 2011 09:46 pm[Action 1: A large box has arrived for Barton at 487 Stone St. today! Past evidence has shown her that items sent to people are generally reflective of what's inside. Her telekinesis came in an envelope, her hatchet and coat in appropriately-sized boxes. She can't fathom what might be in this, as light as it is. But in a supremely despicable move on Mayfield's part, inside is nothing but a small card. It only takes Barton to look at it for the effect to take place.
Anyone in the house or the surrounding area will hear a sudden yelp of surprise, and pain. Barton is standing there, holding her hands and arms out in front of her. Her expressions is somewhere between shock and rage, and she was shaking slightly. All over her body and face are lacerations, bruises and blood. None of them look life-threatening but they sure don't look like fun.
It takes her a moment to understand what just happened, but she figures it out quickly. She bandaged these wounds herself every day for 35 years.]
I...I cannot believe this shit. I am never. Opening. Anything. AGAIN.
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[Action 2: Once cleaned up and properly bandaged, Barton will be collecting her work from the garage, packing them into her tool box, and marching off to Engie's house. Anyone's free to stop her along the way, either to ask her what happened or wonder how she can carry that giant metal box so effortlessly (hurray telekinesis). She will eventually be poking into Engie's garage though, knowing she's going to have to explain all this...]
Anyone in the house or the surrounding area will hear a sudden yelp of surprise, and pain. Barton is standing there, holding her hands and arms out in front of her. Her expressions is somewhere between shock and rage, and she was shaking slightly. All over her body and face are lacerations, bruises and blood. None of them look life-threatening but they sure don't look like fun.
It takes her a moment to understand what just happened, but she figures it out quickly. She bandaged these wounds herself every day for 35 years.]
I...I cannot believe this shit. I am never. Opening. Anything. AGAIN.
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[Action 2: Once cleaned up and properly bandaged, Barton will be collecting her work from the garage, packing them into her tool box, and marching off to Engie's house. Anyone's free to stop her along the way, either to ask her what happened or wonder how she can carry that giant metal box so effortlessly (hurray telekinesis). She will eventually be poking into Engie's garage though, knowing she's going to have to explain all this...]
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Date: 2011-11-21 02:52 am (UTC)Barton-chan! Are you okay? What happened?
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Date: 2011-11-21 03:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-21 03:59 am (UTC)You're hurt! Are you sure it's okay?
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Date: 2011-11-21 02:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-22 08:46 am (UTC)[So worried...]
Do you want me to heal you?
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Date: 2011-11-21 02:53 am (UTC)....you alright?
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Date: 2011-11-21 03:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-27 06:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-28 12:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-11-21 03:25 am (UTC)Barton! Are you alr...
[Ack! She's BLEEDING!]
What happened to you!?
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Date: 2011-11-21 03:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-21 02:53 pm (UTC)Easy! Calm down! Calm down and tell me what happened to you? Who did this?!
[He is quick to retrieve the first aid kit from the garage (and it is a very well-stocked first aid kit, really, any proper mad scientist prepares for horrible workshop/lab injuries) and is already snipping apart gauze pads for her wounds.]
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Date: 2011-11-21 03:18 pm (UTC)They're old wounds. I've had them forever back home. I... How do they send stuff like this to you?
[Calmer now, she'll rummage through the first aid kit, sit down on the porch, and begins to bandage herself with expert care. She's done this countless times.]
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Date: 2011-11-21 11:39 pm (UTC)[ Firo spots her and strolls over to greet her. The sight of bandages she's covered in stop him in his tracks a moment, and then he races up to her. ]
What the hell happened? A-are you okay?
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Date: 2011-11-22 03:55 am (UTC)I'm fine. It's my latest gift from Mayfield.
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Date: 2011-11-22 06:50 pm (UTC)[ Regaining injuries is just low; he should have expected it from Mayfield. Still, he can't help but feel angry on Barton's behalf. He crosses his arms and growls, frustrated. ]
This place really has it out for you.
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Date: 2011-11-23 05:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-11-22 01:05 am (UTC)Hi...Oh, what happened!?
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Date: 2011-11-22 04:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-22 12:36 pm (UTC)[[Early on when he was here it was a Vampire that attacked him.]]
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Date: 2011-11-22 01:28 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-11-23 03:55 pm (UTC)(Engie pushes up the goggles from his eyes; they're not ones from home, but he still needs a pair for protection purposes anyway. As such, it's only after they're on the top of his head that he notices something's wrong with her.)
Lord, what happened to ya!?
(Immediately, he rushes over to her to check out the damage.)
Is the town up to no good again? I've got a Dispenser in here that can git ya all fixed up. This way.
(He'll lead her to the machine at the corner of the garage.)
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Date: 2011-11-23 05:16 pm (UTC)No, it's okay, I'm... Dispenser? [She sets down her case and walks after him.]
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