'Coincedental' Passersby

["Unfettered"]

OOC: This is before 'The End Of The Enforcers' & after 'Swordplay'. The nurse is allowed to come in, since this is her domain.

Swordplay: Aftermath

...As of late, it appeared as though the German had a tendency to be meeting up with his 'victims', lately. First, there was Saint. The meeting over at the Mulberry Tree that didn't necessarily go too well for either one's concern. But it did give the German the idea to... 'help out' with the nurse's office. Thing was, it'd feel creepy to 'help out' a guy. Sexist? Perhaps, but it was something that he'd... really, rather not have to get into, nor a rumor that he'd think he'd actually be able to take lying down.

Yes. There was the possibility of recruitment... but in his mind, there was still someone of immense curiosity. Enough to haunt him in his nightmare, and make him realize he'd passed out in the boy's bathroom, and provide enough curiosity to work through his body's pains to go to school anyways.

The next day, the German... incredibly sore, and unfit to go to school (who, in all recklessness), headed back there anyways), strode over, 'confidently', fully equipped, his clothing clean, but still as torn up as from the other day...---When he walked by the nurse's office. Turning his head, he paused for a moment. Looking about, seeing as how it was a passing period. Proceeding onward into the room, mumbling something to the effect of '...Forgot to get the nurse's note to excuse myself from school today.', he turned the knob and walked in.

...And would continue walking, until he was looking straight out of a window. Right next to a certain someone's bed... the dividing curtain slightly pulled out, so that he was just barely in view of her, if she was awake. No roses, no nothing to put into the pot that was on top of the night table beside her bed. Long white hair was in a pony-tail, and his face, neck, and every other visible part of his body obviously had some sort of bandage or wrapping about it.

Wondered if the gal was awake, but wondering even more why he'd come back.

Hahahaha... he came back. The hell, was he some sort of criminal, coming back to the scene of the crime? Chuckling, he began to bird watch, leaning against the window. Sleep tempting him.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille was just awakening. The last fourteen hours had been but a blur in her mind, yet all to clear. She had woken up minutes after her battle to the needle and string of a nurse trying to stitch her wounds. She hadn’t understood at first however it became clear to her where she was and with a scream of rage and then crashing she had stormed out of the nurses office in nothing more then her bandaged chest and her torn up fencing pants. She had of course passed out immediately in the hallway to the nurses enjoyment. Of course her sword still in hand. She would never let them have that, despite lack of consciousness.

The next time she woke up rather tied up to the bed with an I.V. in her arm and her sword against the wall along with a bunch of her belongings. Ger cloths had been changed by a nurse as Bastille was grumbling as she woke up. She trashed not minding the pain as she ripped her own skin breaking the chains on the hospital bed. Again she made a dash for it this time making it as far as the clock tower before a nurse with good aim threw a tranq her way. Bastille fell immediately on that.

Now on her third time her eyes opened with a certain slowness as the door to the nurses office opened. Bastille curse inwardly as she couldn’t move at all this time. she wanted out, and she hated hospitals. Oh boy did she hate hospitals. She was devising a plan when she recognized the foot steps. She turned to the curtain and saw the silhouette of a man. Bastille tried to see but couldn’t get a better view and turned back.

“hey you?! If you’re a doctor or nurse or what have yah, I told you earlier im fine and I want out….SO WHY AM I STILL HERE, AND TIED UP FOR THAT MATTER….” She growled angrily.

She began to struggle again but it was no use. They where keeping her heavily drugged. She felt weak and she hated that even more.

“for the love of god someone spring me from this medical prison…the sound of the heart monitor is driving me crazy….for a school nurses office this looks just as bad as the real deal..” she shuddered.

["Unfettered"]

OOC: ...XD... ROFL

Herr Frau Red Eyes: Revisited

“hey you?! If you’re a doctor or nurse or what have yah, I told you earlier im fine and I want out….SO WHY AM I STILL HERE, AND TIED UP FOR THAT MATTER….” came an angry, but familiar growl.---Wait. Wait. Wait... Was that?... Granted, it wasn't so nearly as cocky, nor as flirtatious, but...---

“for the love of god someone spring me from this medical prison…the sound of the heart monitor is driving me crazy….for a school nurses office this looks just as bad as the real deal..”

"But... zere is a reason for zat, Frau Red Eyes.~" he'd say with a grin. No mistaking it---Actually there was, and he was just gambling on this being the same person... Just going on undertones alone. The thought of her actually being here boosted up his cockiness a bit, his 'anticipation' level either having risen still, or... he was just a creeper. He did not, however, confirm for either of them, by stepping through. First, he wanted to see if she recognized him... And if she was in a good mood towards him, in general, for that matter, for safety's sake. Namely, both of theirs.

After all, he was the one who put her there. Both ways.

Definetely a first, in terms of hearing a patient being tied up though... Was she tied down to the bed, literally?

He'd let his imagination fly away for a bit, as he continued looking out the window.

...Kekekeke.

[Bastille Amtrum]

“your thinking something perverted aren’t you?!” she said bluntly staring at him with very bored eyes. She then turned back to the strangle hold and growled. “ive been in worse, ill tell yah, at least I can break out of these...though im having trouble…seeing them straight” she said as her eyes began to zoom in and out of focus.

The high amount of drugs was wearing on her eyes and they seemed to not be doing what they where supposed to be doing. She tried to struggle a bit however found herself laying back on the pillow with a head ache from straining her eyes so much. She took a deep breathe and gave him what looked to be a drunken look.

“you going to help me or not…you put me in here didn’t you?.....i fought you last…..seriously would you stop spinning its annoying” she said her eyes fidgeting. She couldn’t seem to hold herself up straight.

["Unfettered"]

'Now, To Take Advantage Of You---I'm Kidding'

“your thinking something perverted aren’t you?!”

"No---Actually. Ja. Now I am... zanks." Laughing, he shook his head, turning away from the glass window. Now, he knew for certain, but he was seeing quite the different side to his new little 'friend'. “ive been in worse, ill tell yah, at least I can break out of these...though im having trouble…seeing them straight”

"Mein God, you have been tied down..." arm pulling away at the layer of cloth dividing them. Stepping in, left hand---strike that, right hand rising up to his mouth to cover a rather rude grin, considering. And seeing them straight... was she doped? God, he knew the girl was feisty, but this was ludicrously amusing. “you going to help me or not…you put me in here didn’t you?.....i fought you last…..seriously would you stop spinning its annoying”

"True."

Quietly, he sat himself down next to her... watching her struggle, fidget... Debating with himself. But grinning a bit more kindly... "Hell... vat've zey done to you---Actually, vat did you do to make zem do zis to you?---No. No... nevermind zat..." Crossing his arms, and leaning back, the top of his back against the wall, left leg up on the bed beside her, and right leg propping himself up, he looked at her. Wondering if she could see him clearly, the way her eyes were focusing in and out.

"...Are you sure you vant to break out? Ze rest may do you a bit of good?"

..If she made a witty retort if he could use the same...

>_>;...

[Bastille Amtrum]

“I , er….tried to run…im not fond of needles you see.” She added her words slurred by the medicine. She seemed pleased with the fact she had even tried, and rather then a little uproar and caused them to drug her to no end. She would try again when the drugs wore off so much she could dart for it coherently again however that was unless this German guy would help her.

“by the way, what’s your name?” she asked curiously in the silence her hands twitching slightly in muscle spasm. They did that when they weren’t moved enough. Bastille was too used to traveling and high speeds.

["Unfettered"]

Decisions, Decisions...

“I , er….tried to run…im not fond of needles you see.”

"HAHAHAHAHAHA... ahh... so you are human." the German grinned. "Zame..." as he looked up. Though, at this rate, the girl would develop an immunity to all the things they were trying to keep her down with. And considering her tone... Hehehehe.

“by the way, what’s your name?”

?

The grin dropped from his face, as he looked over to her again. Adjusting himself, he laid his head against the wall by itself, as he rested his hands, folded on top of his chest.

"Mm... You can call me "Thrush"... or 'Vinterz'. Zo, you're an interesting type..." Drawing his head in close to her. Not in a romantic way either (OOC: RAEP, RAEP, RAEP... ). "Tell you vat... You can eizer have my real name or your freedom."

Grinning he moved up his right hand over, leaning his body towards her, but not touching.---Letting his two forefingers go over along the ropes/chains about her body, most specifically, her arms and hands.

He knew what she'd pick---Although, she could always surprise him.

The rest was left to her.

[Bastille Amtrum]

"screw names, free me!" she grinned with a long side glance. however her eyes began to droop again. .
"oh woah...hold on....room is shaking again"

She seemed to be quite unstable and another unknown part time nurse stumbeled in baring a syringe. Bastile looked at her bu seemed to clear her head in an instant.

"OH WOAH...HELL NO... NOT HAPPENING...THRUSH WAS IT,...GET THIS CRAP OFF ME!" she yelled and screamed but more in a angry sort of way rather then scared. She trashed breaking on of the chains ad was swiftly working on the other. she used her hand to grab the sword by her bed and slash the needle away from the ladies hands who had to turn to grab it. Bastille was taking the bed with her as she was already out the window trying to force the bed through.

"god damn this thing.....ugh......" she groweled loudly. it was then she realized she had a croud but she could care less. She waved her sword like a maniac and yelled in frustration.

"FROM A MEDICAL STANDPOINT im positive this isnt a good thing for me, BUT IT SURE AS HELL MAKES MEE FEEL BETTER!" she hissed still pulling and tugging vicously.

["Unfettered"]

"god damn this thing.....ugh......" she groweled loudly. it was then she realized she had a croud but she could care less. She waved her sword like a maniac and yelled in frustration

OOC: What did you mean by 'croud'? Also... I can't remember if the nurse's office is on the second or first floor, but I'm gonna assume that it's on the first/ground floor, so you don't drop to your death.

As She'd Put It:

"screw names, free me!"

Oh yeah. Not really disappointed actually... in fact, this made him feel nostalgic. Only thing was, "Thrush" had never been as wild as this gal... which was almost exciting, in its own way. That, or she was still, very much---"oh woah...hold on....room is shaking again"

^_x;...

Yeah. The fact that she was a... 'little' bit doped up certainly didn't help matters. Explained the creepy grins/smiles that she was throwing at him.

Enter the nurse.

...Bearing a syringe.

The German watched, as the cogs turned amazingly quickly in the girl's head, and turned to absolute disdain, while the nurse approached.

"OH WOAH...HELL NO... NOT HAPPENING...THRUSH WAS IT,...GET THIS CRAP OFF ME!"

One more time. Defiance. 'Not fond of needles' was an understatement. From the way that she thrashed about, you'd think that they were trying to inject her with a shot full of AIDS.---And thats when she actually broke off one of the chains that was tying down one of her arms. Eyes widening, trying not to laugh and yelp in surprise at the same time (...so as to avoid making a really weird sound...), he rolled off the side of the bed he was lying on, hands catching himself just as he was about to plant his face into the floor, blade flashing in insane ways, as he wisely decided to continue rolling, underneath the curtains and past the window,

*THUNKATHUNKATHUNKATHUNKATHUNKA...*

*SCREEEEEEECCHHH*

*CRCKBRARKRARKRKKARARA*

Violent yelling and screaming, as the side of the bed went crashing into "Unfettered's" side---Wait.

'The bed'?

O_X

Quickly getting up (as well as he could with an injured left arm), he watched in amazement as the girl had already gone out the window, pulling, filling the air with random slashes. And she was TRYING TO PULL THE BED OUT WITH HER.

"god damn this thing.....ugh......"

O_X;...

"FROM A MEDICAL STANDPOINT im positive this isnt a good thing for me, BUT IT SURE AS HELL MAKES MEE FEEL BETTER!"

...

-_x

"You have a sword... vy don't you just use zat to cut ze chain---Ya know vat? Screw it. SCREW IT."

Slowly making his way towards her, leaning backwards in an awkward way, or moving from side to side to avoid some random swings of her blade, he breathed in a breath and breathed out some fog.

*Cracklecrackle*

Eye half-closed, slightly irritated at the lack of common sense, the nostalgia dissipating, he slammed both his hands onto the chains, and began to tug them apart. Grunting... Knowing this might take at least a few dozen seconds.

Casting a sharp glance to the nurse, he looked over to the girl, before looking down, muttering something inaudible to himself.

...

"...Verdammte Leute... fickend Nadeln... fickend Krankenschwestern... Sie würden denken, dass sie mit einem besseren System bis jetzt erscheint wären. Nein selbstverständlich nicht deswegen des Systems unserer Schule die still ist den shit-hole.. hinunter...~"

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille suddenly felt her head throbbing. She ignored it tearing off the next chain and jumping to the ground with ease. She was used to jumping from heights. She sprinted towards the clock tower. She would climb it if it meant getting away from the nurse. However as she continued to run she felt disconnected from her body. She suddenly blacked out falling to the ground again. She woke up again to see she was on the ground but closed her eyes and fell asleep in the middle of the walk way. She had been hit with a dart out of no where,…seems they where more ready for her then she had been prepared for.

((ooc: sorry its short))

["Unfettered"]

Determination: No Escape

Goddamn, this girl...

Grunting, he looked back at the nurse, snorting at her, before jumping after the girl, landing on the ground. Hard. Rolling as best as he could, as he felt his body pound for a moment in reluctance to move, he forced it forward, moving as quickly as he could (especially in his state). Hahahaha... exerting themselves just the day after... Neh. He still had a few cans left. It would begin to break down until after his supply ran dry, June 4th.

Still, as he looked about, copy images of the buildings hallucinating about him, a heavy breathing that was somehow coming from his own throat, he rushed at a low angle, only to see the girl fall forward. Psh. This was excessive. Taking a hint from common sensed, he kept on dashing forward, moving his body at an even lower angle, scooping up her body with a roll of his left arm below her, catching her by the waist and with an extra forceful step from hsi right foot, threw her over his back. Cajoling her for a moment, to see if she'd wake up... and also to see if anyone would try to stop him, or see what his own intentions were.

"Hallo? Hallo... Vake up, you..."

[Bastille Amtrum]

“its…just that…you always make my life soo difficult…I mean..this shit hole just isn’t it anymore..im going to live with homi! And that’s final…ok…okk…so…what youd have for lunch…chicken and potatoes? Hahah I like bear…..i like…..cigarettes…you know..i feel like im flying….am I dead yet….well..”

Bastille rambled on incessantly about nothing. She seemed to be flashing through memories while staying partly present for the situation. Bastille over the past few weeks had started to grow immune to darts. They where just drugs now. Bastille flopped lazily in his arms her eyes opening and closing with no focus. She waved her hand like a drunk woman.

“my boobs are too big, my waist is tiny, I mean, no wonder no one takes me seriously as a fighter, I look like a movie star….the perfect hour glass figure, AND FOR WHAT…I don’t even want it. Some super self conscious hormonal teenager deserves this body, not some girl trying to be a sniper and fighter for her life, I mean…im a thug…I ditch school…and I don’t do good…and I …I suck…and…ugh…I swear all any fighter looks at in battle it my boobs…

See that’s why I like it hear, I feel like im flying, I can beat people up, get beaten up in a good fight, oooh and better yet, the boys here don’t stare….omg what a relief…did I just say o.m.g. ….i mean oh my gosh….wait no…omg sounds fine.”

She continued to rave and rant her body slowly slowing down as she flopped like a corpse but talked like a person stuck in a comatose stupor.

["Unfettered"]

...Now If I Was A Rapist---Oh, Wait.. I--->_>

“its…just that…you always make my life soo difficult…I mean..this shit hole just isn’t it anymore..im going to live with homi! And that’s final…ok…okk…so…what youd have for lunch…chicken and potatoes? Hahah I like bear…..i like…..cigarettes…you know..i feel like im flying….am I dead yet….well..”

"Oh... oh-kay..." Apparently no where near knocked out, as he hefted her about. A sweat drop of 'oh goodness' relations dropped from the side of his forehead. Though... If she felt like she was flying, wouldn't it be weird to fly backwards? Heck... yeah. He'd never really seen any superhero who could fly backwards. Perhaps a bit weakly, his right arm went more over about her waist to get a better grip, as his left arm went underneath the front of her knees (taking advantage of his rather large arms), and tried to simulate that. Not that she'd probably really care anyways---

“my boobs are too big, my waist is tiny, I mean, no wonder no one takes me seriously as a fighter, I look like a movie star….the perfect hour glass figure, AND FOR WHAT…I don’t even want it. Some super self conscious hormonal teenager deserves this body, not some girl trying to be a sniper and fighter for her life, I mean…im a thug…I ditch school…and I don’t do good…and I …I suck…and…ugh…I swear all any fighter looks at in battle it my boobs…"

---Mmphf. Seemed to trigger a response. But he grinned, as he began to walk, with her still in that position, gradually lowering down her legs, supporting his right arm's efforts with his left arm. Not like she was heavy, but neither of them were obviously at full strength or anything here.

"Kek... Not its not like you'd give any of us a chance to gawk anyvays, ja? Lookin' hot, covered in all zat blood, but I can swear I broke somethin' yesterday... kekekekekeke---oof. >_x" he'd say quietly, as if to actually hold conversation with her... Or at least with little bits and pieces. At she wouldn't look completely crazy... arm flailing and drunken look aside.

"See that’s why I like it hear, I feel like im flying, I can beat people up, get beaten up in a good fight, oooh and better yet, the boys here don’t stare….omg what a relief…did I just say o.m.g. ….i mean oh my gosh….wait no…omg sounds fine.”

"Anuzzer victim of ze digital age... hahahahahahaha.." Nothing meant by it obviously, just still carrying on in the same manner---Jesus. Were those mounds on his shoulder what he thought they were?

...

...

Suddenly, he had to readjust.

...

>_>

*Cough*

"Vuck it..."

Lightly putting her down on her feet, his right arm went to support her back, as his damaged left arm went to scoop up behind her legs. The trick then was in the fact that he was leaning her towards him, so that he could actually hold her up that way. Probably more comfortable for both of them, just a lot more effort on his end. And by the end of their tirade, they'd arrive at his locker.

Provided she hadn't gotten more 'rambunctious' during this time, he'd gently (more for his own sake) sit her down against some of the lockers, knees propped up against her chest, as he'd go and unlock his locker. Pull out some bandages and whatnot. He needed some fresher bandages on... And the nurses weren't exactly giving the girl a good run for her money either.

"Oye... Frau Red Eyes. Anything clicking yet? Or do I have to manually check you out or zummat?" his voice a bit louder and blunter, cracking a spread of bandages thrice, as though it were a belt. Not even looking at her at that moment---Which, as soon as he realized it, his right eye-snapped over to her, just to make sure she was still there.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille let out a snort and waved her hand happily. She then closed her eyes seemingly knocked out. She went limp lightly and let herself drift against the lockers. Suddenly she was back in the room her eyes wide open. The drugs wore off quickly in her system after hitting her brain. She smirked stil not completely there. She let her eyes droop slightly.

“you know…he took me seriously, and he did it because of my looks. Guess hes had it bad with girls ya’ know….i miss him. I must be drunk for admitting this aloud even in a dream. But that blonde bastard did know exactly how to make me happy. I miss him more then ever now that I know he wont be coming back….he wont …I think…I miss him” she murmured a loving look in her eyes. She then closed her eyes and suddenly shot back up this time quicker then the first.

“ahhh. My head is throbbing the room is spinning…..and I cant have….a continuous string of thoughts…how many darts did they shoot me with this time…augh…my head…and these flash backs….they get worse every time they shoot some drug into my system” she complained clutching her head. She needed advil more then anything. She still seemed oblivious to her surroundings though she at least acknowledged the Germans presence.

["Unfettered"]

Subliminal Messaging

“you know…he took me seriously, and he did it because of my looks. Guess hes had it bad with girls ya’ know….i miss him. I must be drunk for admitting this aloud even in a dream. But that blonde bastard did know exactly how to make me happy. I miss him more then ever now that I know he wont be coming back….he wont …I think…I miss him”

"I'm... zure you'll find better luck---Eh, never mind..." A bit blandly put, but... he wasn't going to risk possibly upsetting her.

Well, good. She hadn't run off on him. And from the way she was talking, either they were already old chums, or---

No, but honestly, his ears perked up at this information, though his eye showed nothing of attentive interest. After all... her status as either an enemy or ally was still in question, so...~

What We Have Thus Far:

• Hates Hospitals
  
• Hates Clinics
  
• Hates (You Guessed It) The Nurse's Office
  
• Hates Loss Of Control
  
• Hates Shots
  
• Hates Tranquiliziers (>_>...)
  
• Reckless Under Pressure/Drugged
  
• ...Uh... There Was Something Here... Dammit
  
• Lives With (A)... Homo? Sounded Like A Slurred Word There
  
• Possible Low Self-Confidence...
  
• Damn Good Fighter
  
• Damn Good... (And For A Moment, He'd Let Himself Enjoy The View) ...'Figure'
  
• Self-Loathing For Own Body...
  
• Cigarettes? Or Chewing Tobacco? (Questionable...)
  
• ...Possible Enjoyment Of Flying?
  
• Love Sick Puppy, Evidentally...

..No. He wouldn't be able to remember all that. And heck, he wasn't even sure if everything he heard was correct, much less that he caught everything correctly. But of course, you see, even as she began to hit slumberland again, the German nearly jumped back at how she violently reacted, instead, stepping back quickly, left arm in a slight defensive position... Only to lower it down just as quickly.

“ahhh. My head is throbbing the room is spinning…..and I cant have….a continuous string of thoughts…how many darts did they shoot me with this time…augh…my head…and these flash backs….they get worse every time they shoot some drug into my system”

Headache? Ahh... dammit. Cursing to himself, he threw the bandages and alcohol back into the locker, spinning it shut. Didn't even need to look to know that he didn't have any lozenges or Advil or whatever. Usually, he just toughed it out, whenever that happened. Not all that bad, though. An excuse to get out of school? ...Yeah. Definitely. Grinning to himself he lowered into a crouch, facing his back towards her.

"Oye... you avake? Get on m'back. Let'z get you to a convenient store... You can tell me more about zis... 'mystery man'..." With a light, 'playful' grin, trying to coax her on a bit... Maybe get her angry, but the potentially short-lived adrenaline might be enough to keep her on his back for the duration of the planned 'endurance' piggy-back ride.

"You just had a really cute look on your faze... Suitz you vell, Frau Red Eyes. Kekekekekeke..."

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