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Post by Zaraha on Oct 17, 2010 20:49:02 GMT 12
A thin woman walked hurriedly through The Shadows path, well aware that this was probably the dangerous part of what used to be the city cent re. Her thin body was clothed much like it always was, with a dark purple turtleneck and black pants. The only addition was a sky blue windbreaker. Probably not the best inconspicuous jacket on her behalf. Gabrielle could feel her strength draining due to her type 1 diabetes and thinking back to her last injection, it was at least 6 hours ago. Too long. Much too long. Fumbling around in her jacket pocket for one of her last syringes of insulin, the wind blew at her long coppery hair, pushing it into her line of sight even as she searched for her drug dosage, feeling the unleveled terrain through her sneakers. Muttering something under her breath about the fact that her pockets couldn't be that big, her foot hit something, her hurried momentum sending her crashing to the ground. Right on top of something warm.
Hurriedly abandoning her search for her much needed insulin, she inspected the obstacle she had tripped over more closely, only to find a very big, very armed, yet attractive man, fast asleep in probably the most dangerous part of what she used to call home. She lay, if she could feel it correctly, right on top of one of the daggers held by the cross brace across his chest, her breasts smooshed into the side of his chest. He so could not slept through that which made big trouble for her, by the looks of how he was dressed. She couldn't help but notice however, how peaceful he looked asleep, his blonde hair tussled, face at ease, at rest, probably very different to how he usually looked. She could guess that his face wasnt normally this smooth, usually having worry lines of somesort in his what would be whether beaten face. She was sure of it. No one could be that perfect. Telling herself she was ridiculous staying where she had fallen and that he would probably hand her ass to her on a platter when he woke up, she went to move off his chest, thoughts turning to the idiocy of someone sleeping where he was. |
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 18, 2010 14:02:10 GMT 12
Asleep, as normal, the huge blonde man was completely out of it, his teal eyes closed, face peaceful. He was dressed aggresively, black leather pants and a tight black muscle shirt, with weapon holsters strapped across his broad chest and slung around his waist. They were filled with weapons, the silver metal glinting dully in the late afternoon sun. All of a sudden, he felt something land on his chest, the air wooshing out of him on impact. His neon eyes snapped open and he sat up, the weight dropping off his chest and landing on his legs, looking down with his lips pulled back of his teeth in a snarl, he saw what it was, or more correctly ... who. 'It's not often I wake up to find a beautiful woman sprawled over me. What's your reason babe?' |
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Post by Zaraha on Oct 18, 2010 14:24:38 GMT 12
About to get up, Gabrielle was soon knocked over again, this time landing on the now very much awake man legs, unable to not feel his muscles running underneath her. His voice was almost like a purr and though his first reaction had seemed angry, he now seemed almost... flirtatious.. though for god knows what she had no idea. Her green eyes meeting his unaturally neon teal ones, she didnt answer his question, trying to still the dizzyness in her head, amplifyied by her fall. She needed her insulin.
Rising to her knees, one slender hand went to her head, green eye never leaving his face, not trusting him and his flirtatious attitude. She had had an alleyway experience before, that resulting in the scar through the middle of her torso.
Getting to her knees proved difficult, having to use the alleyway wall to stabilise her shaking, slowly shutting down frame. Gabrielle decided on leaving him, hiding her fear of being the only person down her with... well... him, her memories coming back. Although running would probably prove almost fatal at the way she was going not to mention a heck of embarassment she decided to stay as she was, watching him the whole time.
Only when she was at her feet did she speak. "Yeah. Uhm sorry about that. Although you were the one leeping in the middle of the path." Scowling, she rubbed her head slowly, leanign against the wall as her other hand searched for her much needed drug.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 18, 2010 15:50:25 GMT 12
She didn't respond like almost every other female would have, and that was something new. Actually looking at her properly, Rhage saw the lines of strain around her eyes and mouth, and the almost blank look in her eyes. Coming to his knees in a high kneeling position, easily coming up to her shoulder, his eyes narrowed slightly and his head tipped slightly to the side, blonde hair flopping over his face. 'Are you okay? You don't look it. In fact, you look like Death himself, and I should know, being his son and all.' He wasn't the son of Death, the entity, rather Dheath, the Draconoh male that lived in England, but he didn't differentiate. |
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Post by Zaraha on Oct 18, 2010 20:29:36 GMT 12
Without thinking, Gabrielle placed the hand that had been against the wall on his broad shoulder, finding it easier to balance that way. Green eyes struggled to stay focused, fliting around his large frame, squinting to try and see a better picture. Shaking her head, which she found in effect only made it worse, she opened her mouth to try and get across the point that she was diabetic. When no words came out, she licked her lips and tryed again. "Im a.... Type one diabetic... Need my insulin.." Those emerald eyes began to shut again much to Gabrielles annoyence, her head losing balance just ever so slightly, wanting to fight the effects the lack of insulin were bringing. Worry filled her features as she thought of how vulnerable she would be once she fainted, or began her descent into the coma. Before her puzzled mind could stop herself, let alone figure out what she was saying, words passed her lips again. "Please dont hurt me." Never before had she felt so alone and vulnerable and though maybe with a clear head she would never ask that question as to not give them ideas, in her muddled, slowly deteriorating frame of mind, she just wanted to be safe, green eyes growing weaker and dropping more and more.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 19, 2010 16:34:09 GMT 12
Oh shit, there was one thing he didn't deal well with and that was people who had an illness. Bracing her as she slumped, Rhage managed to get her so that she was reletively steady against the wall and stood, coming to his full height at 6 foot 8 inches, towering over her though she was probably over 6 foot herself. 'Do you have any on you? What will happen if you don't get it soon?' He suspected something bad, and that it was close to happening. He hadn't come in contact with a diabetic, any type, and had no idea what would happen if they didn't get their insulin. Holding her up with one huge hand on her shoulder, he ran the other through his hair, inadvertanly making it even messier as he looked down at the woman. |
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Post by Zaraha on Oct 19, 2010 19:16:42 GMT 12
Leaning on the wall, very aware of her senses shutting down on her, her body doing all it could to survive without the insulin, green eyes sought out the mans teal ones in his wavering face. It was hard to believe he looked concerned with her previous expierences, yet his words and the tone of his voice confirmed it. Clearing her head as best as she could, her eyes never left his perfect face, relalising he was waiting for an answer. "Uhm yeah it should be on me somewhere...... And my body will continue to shut down... slipping me into a diabetic coma. Hate to.... rush you." Her smile was soft, even in her state, the teasing tone still in her voice slightly, morbid in her joking.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 19, 2010 20:03:44 GMT 12
Oh Shit that was even worse. With his free hand, he began to search her pockets, dipping his fingers into almost every one before he finally felt the edge of a little vial and plastic packet. Pulling them out, he stared down at them for a moment before ripping open the needle packed and looking up at her. 'How much, whene, and how do I give it to you?' He asked her, voice serious, still not over the shaken tone of her voice when she had asked - begged, for him not to hurt her. What did she think he was, a monster? |
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Post by Zaraha on Oct 19, 2010 20:45:21 GMT 12
Relief surged through her as she felt him, and saw him through shaky eyes, find the vial, her eyes now closing for periods at a time before she struggled them open. The urgency in his tone startled her, once more proving that he actually wanted to help and that she should trust him. Guesturing to the vial she face a face, thoughtful, and though she wasnt in pain, her body was shutting down, making it hard. "Half to start with, though.... more might be needed.. depending. Any fatty part on my body... Pinch flesh and insert needle sideways, 45%... angle."
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 27, 2010 12:38:51 GMT 12
Nodding, at first Rhage looked at her arms, then tugged up the hem of her shirt, going for the most obvious place. Little marks covered her abdomen, proff she had taken the shot there before, and he followed her instructions, careful. The insulin went it, and he withdrew the needle, looking up at her, gauging a reaction as he had no idea how long it would take to hit her system and actually do something. |
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Post by Zaraha on Oct 28, 2010 19:48:28 GMT 12
Gabrielle could feel the needle pierce her skin, something that might make other people flinh but being used to it, Gabrielle didnt jolt in the slightest. With her back against the wall, Gabrielle sank down the wall until she was sitting in front of the stunning man, her arms on her upraised knees. She waited patiently for the insulin to hit her blood stream, something that didnt take long usually although she had never before left it this long. 8 hours without insulin was serious for someone with a case as serious as hers. It might have even been longer than 8 hours, she could remember.
Minutes passed before Gabrielle felt her head begin to clear, felt her eyes become less heavey. Lifting her head, green eyes met the mans teal ones, a soft smile curving her lips. "Thank you.... What was your name?"
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Nov 21, 2010 18:00:52 GMT 12
After a while, she seemed to stirr, and Rhage grinned in relief. 'Can you stand by yourself? And I didn't say it. It's Rhage.' One hand speared through his hair again, making it stick up in the just-got-out-of-bed look that he was known for, though his face lacked the sensual draw it normally had, that line of thought lost to the concern he had about her. 'Have you got a store of this stuff? Cuz that looked like a pretty serious reaction.' He knew a person who had family that suffered from the affliction, and had already decided to send this small female his way. Rafe wouldn't hurt her. It wasn't in the males blood to do a thing like that, so she would be safe. |
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Post by Zaraha on Nov 21, 2010 20:09:36 GMT 12
Looking up at him with wide green eyes from under her flaming red hair, she met his teal eyes and smiled softly. "Rhage..." The name was unusual and she rolled it around on her tongue, her head cocked to the side. "And um... That was one of the last. I was on my way to search for more. I dont know.. what im going to.. do when its all gone. Theres nothing anyone can do..." Pressing her back against the wall she used it as support as she stood on shakey legs, using his shoulder to stabilize herself. "Thank you again Rhage."
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Mar 29, 2011 17:36:21 GMT 12
He slipped a hand around her waist to hold her up and spoke with a small smile. 'Steady on, we don't want you falling over.' As soon as she was stable, he released her, taking a guess that she wouldn't really be looking for physical contact beyond the needed. 'I've heard that theres a ... not a supply, but in the north caves theres someone who might have some, so it might be a good idea to check that out if you can't find anything else.' He knew far more than he was letting on, but he didn't want to rat out one of the few friends he had. |
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