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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 27, 2009 9:40:50 GMT -8
The throbbing pain of his body surged against the weak restraints built in to support him. Not but a day prior he'd set his plan into motion but GAbriel never understood that it'd be this much pain. His body pulsed and throbbed under the weight of the burns, the savage fury that shreaded him from within. He sat in the ER room, having been cleared prior to his arrival he was alone. Three people were those who were permitted to enter one being the surgeon. Kevala was instructed to wait outside till the operation complete and that left Reira with the only admittance to see his new face.
"Fucking get it over with..." Gabriel screamed in his infinatial pain.
Writhing and seething he corsed in the bed as the doctor inserted a needle to calm him down progressivly. Slowly he'd teeter off into a deathlike sleep. He was a slave to the needle and knife.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Oct 27, 2009 10:36:09 GMT -8
She had gotten her instructions. A twisted little grin spreading across her lips as she thought over what she was to do. She had to make a stop before heading to the hosptial. Just drop by her studio and pick up a few things.
Now she was here. But as instructed, she was waiting outside. Her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and her green eyes, contacts once more, scanning the area as she leaned back against the wall.
Dressed in her jeans and a black tank top. She looked more like herself than she had as of late. Her black bag hanging from her shoulder. Softly she would sigh. Part of her wondering what was going on, the other not really caring. She had the general idea and that was all that she needed.
Letting her head fall back against the wall she would sigh softly, eyes casting a glance upward as she propped one foot against the wall. Now it was just a matter of waiting.
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Post by Reira DeMorvick on Oct 27, 2009 17:44:47 GMT -8
“It’s a rather simple procedure…simple but extremely long,” said Doctor Radek, as he washed his hands and arms with that deep brown, antibacterial soap. She knew the man for a few years now. He was plastic surgeons to say the least, but he also had his expertise in being a family doctor, which was exactly what he was to the Marino’s. Why, just a few days ago he did some reconstructive work on Demetri’s left shoulder blade. So to say the least, Reira trusted the man. “I don’t think Gabriel would care either way…” The two of them watched as Gabriel lay down on the hospital bed, a nurse drugging him with anaesthesia, while another began to prop him up.
“There’s a seat there Reira.”
“Thank you. Please proceed carefully…this ones special.”
Sitting down, she watched as the Doctor’s began their work. The young woman stuck out like a sore thumb, sitting in that operating room. She wore her hair in loose ringlets, a simple form-fitting, mid thigh, summer dress on, that was the purest white. A set of heels adored her feet, as she crossed one leg over the other. She was dressed so to help imply the lie that she was at a dinner party.
A malevolent tinge to her stare, the girl crossed her arms over her chest and watched the medical staff work.
You fucking stupid boy.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 27, 2009 18:05:58 GMT -8
Gabriel lay beneath the knife, several hours lapsing over him, hour and hour. he could feel the doctor's precise touch ups making small delicate incisions into the face and body. He would clear through the burns easily enough getting down to the flesh and peeling past that. The mess of organs lie in poor condition beneath the base of skin, he needed a high dose of peroxide to clear away the infection. Time would trekk on, almost all night to be precise but it was a risky process.
Now was time for the body to be moved. The doctor nodded to Reira suggesting he was finished with the last bits. Now was time for the false death and for Gabriel's body to be evacuated and the old exoskeleton put in his place as a false.
'Time moves on'
[Kevala's & Reira's post insert here]
Skip ----->
Gabriel would awake inside his luxurious suite towering over the downtown district. Earlier on he'd left notes with both of them on their instructions. To Reira he'd given instructions of Kevala's directions. And to Kevala he'd given directive to transport his body to this elegant suite enlisted under a different name.
Sky J. Dalten
The man faced outside the window his hands situated behind his back empowered in his own dominion. A soft smile placated across his features.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Oct 27, 2009 18:44:17 GMT -8
She had waited, patiently, outside. Her arm coming up every now and then to check the time. Not because she was growing bored with waiting, but because she needed to be home when the twins got up. She needed to feed them and spend some time with him before she had to go to class. Already knowing she was going to be exhausted all day. But she had to keep up appearances. Mituskai had been watching her as though she had done something wrong. Which meant the girl was suspicious. She did not need the added drama at home. Not right now.
Finally, she was given the signal she had been waiting on. Pushing herself up from the spot she had eventually sat down in, she would rise to stand. Her legs screaming out in protest. Gods she had been here a long time. But then she had expected as much. Pushing some stray locks of hair from her face she would straighten out her clothes and set about what she had been told to do.
The documents she had kept locked away were now set into play and left her open to the task of making sure that his body was moved. It had not been the easiest task in the world, but it was one that was needed and given her new alliance with him, one she was determined to make happen.
And she did. She had managed to get the body out of the hospital, making sure that nobody saw her as she did and then had transported him to the suite registered under the name Sky J. Dalten. Making sure that she did not take as much as a peek at him. She had her orders and though it was not always in her nature to do so, she obeyed. Getting him to the room settling him in and then taking her leave.
One more check of the clock. Yippy!! One hour til the twins were up and then another hour til school. It would take her 20 minutes to get home. There would not even be time to rest before her day started. Fun, fun fun. But, what could she do right? Sometimes one had to do that they had to do.
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Post by Reira DeMorvick on Oct 27, 2009 23:07:19 GMT -8
As expected, the surgery came through without any complications. What more can you ask from the best of the best. Kudos to Dr. Radek. Poor Gabriel, that was a long, life changing procedure, he probably wouldn’t be able to look like his old self ever again, that’s how extensive this surgery was. Not to mention he’d have one hell of a long healing procedure ahead of him. The swelling probably wouldn’t go away for months.
“What do you think,” asked Dr. Radek. Reira got out of her chair, her cerulean eyes falling over the ‘new’ Gabriel, or as he was to be known now as, Sky. J Dalten. “I think he’s quite the pretty little thing.” Her work there was done. She was officially the only person that knew about Gabriel and his new look. Of course she wouldn’t say anything about this. Her lips were sealed.
The Doctor and his medical staff finished wrapping Gabriel’s face up. What a fun science experiment! Saying her farewell, she walked out the door, meeting Kavela on the way out. “Take care of him.” That was all she would say, her eyes cold and distant...her mind thinking of all the possibilities. The girl smirked.
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Reira had read the note Sky had left her, indicating what Kavela was doing with ‘the body’. Perhaps she should visit him. See how he’s doing. After all, she was very important to the man now...she was the only one who knew who his true identity was. Driving in her Porsche, she arrived at his new location. Entering the building, she found his room easily and opened the door without knocking.
“My my, look who’s a handsome devil,” she said with a grin.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 27, 2009 23:18:04 GMT -8
Gabriel was silent, his reflection portrayed on the window's reflection. Quite honestly he was impressed by her surgeon's handiwork and it only took several hours. He felt every bit of pain during the proceedure however, the medication ebbing through his system worthlessly. A faint grin as Gabriel walked away from the window into the modern kitchen grasping two glasses and a bottle of red wine.
"please..." He'd say with a simply grin.
Little did she know he was fulfilling his end of the deal a little earlier than she probably suspected. No matter things might change in the future. He smiled regardless very proud of his new outlook.
"To a better tomorrow." Gabriel would toast finally having poured them each a share.
He owed this to Oliva more than anyone else of course, yet it still felt like he was being weighed down. His own burden wouldn't leave him until his mission was complete, however long that took Gabriel couldn't die.
"I'd like to thank you.... I know things have been rough between us... But I think this can change change things..." He questioned, of course it wouldn't make things instantly better but in time he'd be given a second chance at life, things would be better off.
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Post by Reira DeMorvick on Oct 30, 2009 1:16:08 GMT -8
It really was a remarkable change in appearance. Reira walked towards him, staring at him with an amused grin. The boy was busy getting wine glasses, along with a bottle of red wine. As he turned around, she gently grabbed his chin, tilting his face to the right and then to the left, and finally ruffling his hair a little.
“The new look suits you.”
Indeed it did. It made him look much darker than before, more mysterious. Oooh she loved it. Accepting the drink he offered her, she hit her glass with his and took a sip, the liquid bursting on her taste buds. “To a better tomorrow,” she repeated. She took a seat in a lavish looking chair, one leg crossed over the other. Honestly now, she really needed to watch what she wore. This dress was quite short and it exposed a lot of cleavage. Shrugging it off as nothing, her cerulean eyes absorbed the Dark Prince. Tasty.
“Don’t thank me yet,” she said, winking at him. “Things have yet to –she would get up and stand in front of him, sliding her hands over his broad shoulders in the act of smoothing out his shirt –change.” Raising an eyebrow, she took another sip of her wine and walked past him, admiring his new home.
“I like this place. I think I’ll be spending a lot of time here. Wouldn’t you say so...Sky.”
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Nov 1, 2009 23:51:38 GMT -8
Gabriel stood there drinking in sheer silence. His face never faltered from that blank expression he'd once held. A hard faceless look that was not his own, though it resembled many men over his experiences. Life was a cruel one, it held the faces of many pasts though those that held specific meanings lasted.
"Unfettered", the man who'd taught him the simplest things even in such a short amount of time. Matthew Amtrum, the man he'd learned more from than most would have imagined, though he'd changed no one suspected Gabriel Seran of change. Then of course Olivia Green, her face made him falter a short gasp of life as a hand wrenched up to his heart in the sudden pain it caused. His right hand stabilized him on the table.
"hm.." Gabriel would nod in agreement, Reira was his partner in crime for the time being. Only she knew well enough his secrets and it'd best she kept them. Their own love was something of question and worry. Gabriel never doubted it though he feared for the past now. It was the only thing that would harm the ever so bright future.
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