I need the Hospital [Open]

[Isi Runasimi]

Her clothes were ripped, it looked like she had been raped. And in a way, she had been. All of her weapons had been destroyed after a fight. But that wasn't the worst part, she had been branded with some large "S" under her right eye on her cheek. Who the hell knew what that meant? Isi didn't. She could only assume that the man's name began with an S, or maybe it was an S for slut, but she hadn't slept with him.

It was times like these that she wished she had friends, friends who would help her out. Did Isi also mention that along with walking through the front doors ragged her arms were tied behind her back. She really did look like she had been raped. She didn't even know what to tell someone at the front desk, and she wasn't going to give her real name. But the moment she walked in the door staff began to surround her, horrified.

"I can't feel my arms,"

[/b] she muttered to anyone who would listen to her. Of course it wasn't because her arms were tied behind her back, it was because the bastard who did this to her had popped her tendons and joints. She was led immediately the emergency trauma unit and given a cot to sit in. She imagined that the police were being called to. She would ignore them though but it was best to leave before that happened. She just needed someone to tend to her arms and broken bones / ribs. She had also refused to change into one of those stupid nightgowns. There would be no chance she would get her clothes and she liked her DNA. What got the staff best was how the guy branded her. "I don't want the fucking police,"[/b] she said this umpteenth time to now no one, no one would listen to her. [/blockquote][/font]

[devildriver]

Rich was here at the hospital again the small little things in life that made it worth the while. Oh sweet serenity and irony how thy name is fool of hearts. He had been looking up the deceased names in the morgue as of late to check his targets get the pictures he needed and get the fuck out. It was an interesting litttle thing that he had not run upon any much as of late especially being so out in the open about his latest kills and money schemes.

It was an interesting thing that is. Well being addicted and not at the same time was a wonderous, yet dangerous thing to encounter. See he could not be addicted to a plant substance and at the same time he could. His more basic animal instincts were not reliant upon the drug but his more human side was. It was like a dog and a human living in one body and trying to coexist. He made a deal with his other half so to speak long ago to agree to let it do what it had to do once every three months as long as it obeyed him. It was a contract with its dormant side so to speak and a battle of will all the time.

This was something he had come to terms with though. He knew that his wild, animal side did not like the fact that it had to keep regenerating whatever brain cells Richards human side wasted. But what could the beast due, Richard's will power was stronger than its own so he could keep it in check. So for now it would tolerate the human addiction for now. It was the only way they could really communicate so to speak.

Well once done getting his little pictures he headed for the prescription counter to get his medical Marijuana with a forged signature. Of course he had held a doctor at gun point to get the 3 dozen pads signed and he used them in different area's as long as the doctor's name was on it, most pharmacy's did not care. That was the great thing about America their only big Motto was "Don't ask, Don't tell" and its what made this land better than all those other. Oh well, who could blame him for needing a little green now and again.

Managing to come towards the entrance and seeing some girl bound and beaten looking like she had just been through some scene in one of those B-rated porn/horror films and she had gotten the short end of the rod. He heard her yelling at the staff not to get the police involved and this is when his little fake badge came into play. It had been stolen off a Detective a while back and he had just not gotten around to getting it modified for his picture and information.

"Hey, before you guys go and do something like that. I might as well be of some kind of assistance" he says smiling at the young lady and hoping to help her out. He would explain he was not really a cop as soon as the white coats left the room at least. "This is a confidential conversation so if you please" he asks them standing in the area near her.

[Isi Runasimi]

oOc- Nice, be so descriptive and then not tell me what clothes you're wearing.

Isi jumped off her cot when a smiling man joined the party. The man obviously wasn't a doctor since he wasn't wearing a lab coat. He could only be something else, a plainclothes cop. If she had fangs, she would have hissed at the man. She equally disliked police officers thinking them nearly as down rotten as were animals, of course she never hunted down a cop. Also if she had use of her hands she would have been waving her arms like a mad woman.

"No way!"

[/b] she screamed at the man as he began to clear the staff out of the room. She didn't want to speak with the cops! She thought she'd at least be stitched or cast up or something before they came. Her joints were screaming as her hands tried to bundle into fists. "I don't wanna talk to no cops!"[/b] Dirty, down rotten cops; always bothering decent folks when they're not wanted. [/blockquote][/font]

[devildriver]

ooC: Your welcome

Straker tried to keep the woman calm however he could and looked at her after the people had left the room. "To be honest I am not a police officer. I just hate to see others who are being forced into precarious situations. It bothers me in the greatest ways to see that you were being forced into a situation that could not be helped. So if you care, I can escort you out of here and you be on your way. Or you can continue to kick and scream like a bloody nine year old and have the real police come and interrogate you for the next 10 hours." he says remarking to the young woman who had only lived a seventh of his lifetime if that.

"Trust me on this one please, if you continue on the way you are most likely you will be put in a nice padded room up on funny hill until you are old and grey." he says too her and could smell two different blood types on her. Her own of course was easy to distinguish he supposed because it was a human blood and the other not quite identifiable and had been overpowered by the human pheromone and blood themselves. His hair had not been combed, but he never did comb it at all. He had been wearing his blue jeans, black t-shirt and black leather jacket when he had been about this morning and still adorned them.

"So then which will it be little miss?" he says asking her in a slightly more polite tone than he had been using. Her decision was her own, he could help her or have her wait until the cops came in and through her in a funny farm.

[Isi Runasimi]

oOc- Sorry for taking forever to post. I didn't see that you posted, and then when I did I forgot that you did.

Isi tried to register the words the 'cop' spoke. He wasn't a cop? ... She crossed her arms and held her position, though she didn't look very intimidating covered in blood. "Ouc--"

[/b] she cut off as she released her arms, she didn't look very impressive now. The pain really hurt! Her eyes glared at the man, making up for her 'ouch'. She just dared him to laugh. "Don't call me a bloody nine year old"[/b] she said in her best impression of a Brit. If her arms weren't broken she would have broken his neck. Pain was the only thing restraining her. God, she hadn't felt pain in so many years.

"And why,"[/b] she questioned. "Would anyone put me in a nice padded room?"[/b] Oh of course she knew the reasons, but no one else did. Isi was fucking crazy, insane. It had all started from childhood, of course that was how everyone crazy became crazy, from childhood. She was planning on killing her whole family, wiping them out. And of course she had an unresistible urge for bloodlust. That and killing, but that went hand in hand with the bloodlust. But how did he know? He couldn't.... She laughed a ridiculing laugh.

Isi debated her options. She could either stay here in the hospital and retrieve treatment not to mention the full weight of the police on her, or she could leave and recant her stupid mistake to 'visit'. She choose to recant. "So really, why help me? I'm bothered by children in orphanages. But you don't see me putting them out of their misery."[/b] Uh oh, her crazy was starting to show. To top it off, she was grinning. Shit. But that only made her grin bigger. [/blockquote][/font]

[devildriver]

"Then stop acting like a bloody nine year old and act your damn age." he says to her and mocks her making gestures with her hand as she talked. "Because ya bloody nut job, ya walked into a friggen hospital bound and gagged like you came out of a bad porn shoot. Who wouldn't lock you up." he says looking to her again laughing his ass off. "I mean if you look at yourself, and I was really a cop I would slap some coughs on you and lock you up before you could say pancakes." he says again holding back more laughter. He of course did not want to say he could smell the blood other than hers on her person. It was an interesting yet sweet scent, probably loaded with vampire pheramone. Tch, fucking vampires were disgusting feeding on the weakest species.

Though he had to guess that she was a hunter, though he did not know for sure it would not hard to pick her out as one. Though she could have been an ordinary person put in an extra ordinary situation and just happened to come out on top. Though he did not want to just let his guard down, he could not appear uptight or suspicious. "So I can give you something to help with the pain. You seem slightly discomforted" he says and holds out what appears to be a cigarette to her. "Its up to you" he says shrugging.

[Isi Runasimi]

Isi did the only thing Isi could do; she remembered the feeling of pain moments ago and wasn't ready to risk another shot of pain again, so with all her might she spat at the man. "You think I let someone tie me up like this? You fucking bastard. You bloody bastard! This was done against my will. If I could have done it myself, I would have untied myself ages ago."

[/b] Aint that the truth. If she had friends she would have come to them but she hadn't anyone she could trust.

Seeming to not have any good answers the man had just ignored her questions, bombarded her with some of his own 'facts'. That was fine with her, she'd let her crazy slip. Isi was the sort of person who would kill a bunch of orphaned children if she would get something out of the deal, happy orphans or miserable orphans. Money was money and hunting was hunting.

One thing was certain. This man thought she had done this to herself. But why? She didn't want any bloody attention! Attention was the one thing she didn't want in the world. If it hadn't been so painful she would have unbound herself. If her life had been on the line she would have done so, found a way. But she had swallowed her pride and stepped foot into a hospital. "Something to help with the pain, eh?"[/b] she said as she took a look at what the man was holding out to her. "Guess that kills my suspicions that you're really a cop. Light that babi up!"[/b] [/blockquote][/font]

[devildriver]

He did not listen to her as he proceeded to light the pseudo cigarette up and inhaled a large amount of smoke into his own lungs. "I am sorry I was not paying attention what did you say" he says looking at her and not realizing truly she had been talking to him. But hey, what did he have to lose he was not the one who had walked in looking like a loony tune. "Alright, just don't tell anyone I gave it to you" he says looking at her and passes the unfiltered structure of the cigarette and continues to look at her as he does smirking a cocky smile of some one who has just given a person a reason to trust him. Foolish people always so easy to convince to let their guards down. How did she know it was not laced with something that would harm her. Tch, she was an easy mark for many perchance.

He sits down in a chair next to the bed and waits for a moment for her to take in the toxin. "So tell me, who or what did this to you" he says looking at her waiting for the drug to have its way with him. He never took in so much as to where he could not keep his wits about him and keep himself alive. But enough so that he was at least slightly dazed and confused in a manner of speaking. "I mean you said that you did not do it,and obviously your not a porn star, so what could have overpowered you? Rape? Battery by an old fling?" he asks inquisitively waiting for her to pass his mojo back to him so he could have another go at it.

[Isi Runasimi]

Isi's arms were cringing with pain as she moved to take the joint. "Go turn yourself,"

[/b] she claimed as the bastard announced he hadn't heard a single word she'd spoken. "Turn yourself over your mother's fucking grave."[/b] She snatched up the joint before he could snatch it away from her. She took a big whiff of it and found the joint still in her lungs, she coughed and would have knelled over had it been for the fact that she probably never would have gotten up again. Isi wasn't a smoker as one could tell as they watched her puffing down the joint.

She formed her right hand into a fist and beat against her chest. "Why the hell you care?"[/b] she returned as she dumped the joint on the ground and put it out with her foot. She wasn't comfortable to say the least in talking about what happened to her. She squinted her eyes unsure whether he was complimenting her or not. 'Obviously not a porn star'. She made sure the joint was nice and squished with her foot. "But tell you what. It was an orphan"[/b] she rolled her eyes.

Her arms were feeling better and it wasn't because of the joint. Isi was a tough girl, she could take a beating better than any hunter around (though she rarely did and mostly beat down--) and it was only her joints.
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