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Post by Reginald Edmund Sinclaire on Sept 8, 2012 19:19:59 GMT -5
When he thought back on it he really couldn’t tell you why he chose that day. Perhaps it was because he knew she had gone off to visit that boy instead of behaving. Perhaps it was because he was tired of waiting and didn’t see a need to deny himself. Maybe it was because Robert had decided to attack him at her birthday party. Whatever the reason he set in motion the plans he’d been making and then slipped down to the dungeon he had set aside in his home in the forest. No doubt profilers would say it was some sick addition to his psychosis but the reality was that at least in his mind once he’d worked past her inhibitions she’d be able to enjoy the view. He just had to break her first. He smiled as he regarded her drugged form sprawled out on the bed. He’d made sure she was secure an she wasn’t going to be coherent to appeal to his humanity, what little was left. He knew her powers were manifesting and it was part of why he’d sent her away. At first he thought it was out of some sense of goodness but seeing how she handled Samael he knew his subconscious didn’t want that happening to him. As it was, the drug he’d hit her with worked as a gift inhibitor. The smell of incense filled the room and he had made sure everything was ready. She shouldn’t be able to defy him now. With a soft chuckle he let the robe slide from his shoulders and made his way to the bed….
She’d woken up before he’d had a chance to do much and it was surprising how much strength she possessed even when drugged. He wouldn’t have thought she’d be coherent enough to protest but evidently drugged out of her mind she still fought him and screamed herself hoarse.
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Post by Marina Anne Sinclaire on Sept 8, 2012 19:22:47 GMT -5
[In the Background "Oh Father" by Madonna plays] "Oh Father"
It's funny that way, you can get used
To the tears and the pain
What a child will believe
You never loved me
[Chorus:]
You can't hurt me now
I got away from you, I never thought I would
You can't make me cry, you once had the power
I never felt so good about myself
Seems like yesterday
I lay down next to your boots and I prayed
For your anger to end
Oh Father I have sinned
[chorus]
Oh Father you never wanted to live that way
You never wanted to hurt me
Why am I running away
[repeat]
Maybe someday
When I look back I'll be able to say
You didn't mean to be cruel
Somebody hurt you too [/center] If someone was to ask her how she got where she was she couldn’t have told them. The truth was how she got here was a complete blur. Not from some form of repression but because she’d been drugged and was now fighting down the gag reflex. Her body ached in ways she didn’t even know it could and there was a trail of blood from where she’d dragged herself to what she hoped was safety. Everything hurt. She was pretty sure that something was ruptured and her right hand wasn’t working properly. She leaned herself up against a wall and exhaled, coughing she tasted metal and spat. Blood, her blood, this was not a good sign. Her ribs hurt and she didn’t know how to stop the bleeding. It felt like there wasn’t a part of her that wasn’t covered in the red sticky stuff. Her back felt like it was on fire but that was to be expected when there isn’t much in the way of skin left on it. She felt herself going cold and tingly and forced herself to keep awake. She had to. She tried to dial Rodney but she started to cry. Covering her mouth she rocked and made a strangled noise like an animal as what had happened swam to her mind crystal clear. She shuddered and vomited blood from the stress of what had been done to her body. What he had done to her body. She began to shake and her throat ached. Absently she tugged her braid away from her, it came free with the sliding of hair against rope and she felt cold on her neck. Her father had cut it and tried to strangle her with it. Something told her she’d never be able to have long hair again; or at least not for a very long time. She shifted and moaned. He’d made her shower but she was pretty sure the rape kit would find plenty of evidence of what had happened. She shuddered and huddled quietly, she was supposed to have met up with Rodney and she was now eight hours late. He was probably pacing the floor like a caged animal. She’d never missed a meeting with him. He had to know something was up. She didn’t know she could stand being tortured as long as she had but after a while your body goes numb in an attempt to save your sanity. It really didn’t matter beyond a certain point. Your body would still fight to survive but the mind went into a place to keep itself safe. It was that place that she was in now; a calm tranquil place with trees and leaves and comfortable benches, and roses; always roses. “You should call him.” Her subconscious said “You’re hurt.” She shook her head, “No.” she didn’t want anyone seeing her like this. She was ashamed. Her entire life had been destroyed and she didn’t know how to put the pieces back together. No one should see her like this. If she could just move she could get cleaned up and no one would know. “You know they will.” Came the logical part of her brain, “You’ve got broken ribs, a bruised throat, contusions a back with most of your skin gone and your father raped you. It’s sort of obvious you’re fucked up.” “Don’t be mean. She’s still coping.” Her subconscious said as she stepped forward, “You know it gets better eventually. It always does.” “Well that’s kind of obvious. If she wasn’t trying to cope she wouldn’t be arguing with herself. She needs a doctor.” “She’ll get one. She just has to focus on dialing the number and talking.” Her hand reached out towards her phone. The one she’d grabbed off the end table that her dad had forgotten about in his manic rage. She thought about dialing and stopped; her hands shaking. She didn’t want anyone to find her like this. They’d all hate her. She’d be a social pariah. The trial would be a nightmare she couldn’t do anything people would talk about her behind her back. She thought about just sitting here, letting her injuries finish what her dad had started. It would be so easy to just close her eyes and never wake up again. “You can’t do that. You know you can’t. You know that’s your dad talking. Trying to make you feel worthless.” But the alternative was so hard. Living with this stain that never went away; Well of course she knew it would, but it felt like it wouldn’t go away. It felt like everyone in the world would know what had happened; like she had this big sign that said “Incest survivor.” over her head. It was her scarlet letter and she felt like she could never fully be rid of it. It hung over everything like a shroud of shame. Even when she would try not to talk about it it plagued her. It had all through school; Her avoidance of dark places, cringing from even the most casual contact if it was sudden. It had taken years to get to a point where she didn’t look over her shoulder for her brothers or father and now all of that was shattered. Her father had destroyed it. She’d always knew her bravado was just hiding a person who was terrified of everything. Fake it till you make it had been her mantra and it was amazing how much people believed it was really her but it wasn’t. Deep down she was shy and scared. The slightest hint of aggression sent her running the other way. And it was no wonder, she couldn’t stop her family from hurting her how could she expect a stranger to? They had no reason to stop. No reason to listen to her, she was anyone. Part of her had died when she saw her mother die that day when she was seven and life had only gotten worse until recently. “It won’t be as hard this time.” Her subconscious said. “You’ve been through it once and this time you’re an adult. You have better coping skills. You just have to let yourself remember. You’re in your safe space. What’s the next step?” Her hand went to her phone again. She hit the GPS tracker on it. Slowly she hit the autodial for Rodney. He picked up on the first ring. He was babbling at her. She should start talking….”Daddy…hurt me. I don’t know where I am. I triggered the GPS but I don’t know where I am or how much signal is left.” She started coughing hard. “I’m cold and tired….I want to sleep its so cold…..” she felt her vision starting to swim….”I have a concussion….not gonna sleep but the room is spinning tell it to stop….I can’t get the bleeding to stop….I tried but there aren’t any towels….I can’t get it off…get it off….” She was starting to go manic and took a breath….”I ripped out a chunk of his hair. Its got some scalp on it…..he killed my dog…but my dog bit him….find my dog….he’s got evidence…..” she looked down at the chunk of hair that was her fathers and went pale. |
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Post by Reginald Edmund Sinclaire on Sept 8, 2012 20:43:25 GMT -5
Reginald woke up and felt burned over 90 percent of his body. That archangel had placed a protection on her that made touching her feel like he was plunging himself in battery acid. It was an indicator of how twisted he was that it had been an annoyance and not stopped him from claiming what he saw as his. Sitting up slowly he hissed as he looked over his nude form. It looked like he had second degree burns and he really did not want to look much lower than that. Rolling over he noticed the bed was empty. She must have slipped off to bathe. Rising he padded over to the shower to see where she was and found it empty. Casting his mind out he realized she was hiding from him but there were also searchers looking for her. Deciding it was time to leave he dressed in light clothing and left; His car speeding to his home and calling his lawyer who always took care of these things for him. He didn’t know how she had escaped his binding spell. She was supposed to fall madly in love with him unless…he growled in frustration, Brentel. He should have realized the very fact she was a cupid because of his kiss meant that she was in love with that waste of space jock. Of course it could have been Trenton’s mark that was just as much to blame for his lack of an ability to make the spell last. Vampire claims were notoriously tricky things. They could even work against true love if the vampire was strong enough to put power into it.
He turned on the television in his limo and a scene on the highway met his gaze. There was Marina's limo with the door open and a body laying covered outside of it. "For those just tunening in it is believed that Marina Sinclaire heiress to the Sinclaire fortune has been kidnapped in broad daylight. Information is sketchy but there will be an announcement by the LAPD soon." The camera cut to an officer surrounded by people and he cleared his throat gently.
"Ladies and gentleman, We are trying to get information as fast as we can. It was believed that she was kidnapped by armed gunsman in an attempt at ransom. No ransom demands have been made as of yet. We are working hard to track down leads and will move quickly on any that surface."
The camera shifted back to the news desk, "We will bring you more details as they become available. Our sources say this is only one in a long line of kidnapping and assassination attempts on Miss Sinclaire." the handsome anchor said as he looked at his co anchor. She nodded, her blond hair sparkling under the lights, "Indeed a spokesman for the Sinclaire estate says that the family wishes to concentrate on finding Miss Sinclaire and will inform us when that happens. They grudgingly admitted this attempt was only one of many that had been thwarted.
Reginald shut off the television and thought about what had occurred when he first brought her home, drugged and slightly incoherent. He walked into the manor from a hidden entrance and missed the reporters. The joys of having an ancient home.
He hadn’t even gotten any good information from her as he tried to break her-All he’d gotten from her mind was a mash up of “I’m a Gummybear/Afro Circus”. She’d gotten better at evading him and it was irritating to him. Now she was blocking him with Katy Perry songs and not even acknowledging his mental contact. It didn’t matter. She had to sleep sometime and then they would have another conversation on how she should behave towards him. He knew she was exhausted and would no doubt be drugged to cope with what had happened.
He smiled to himself as he plotted what he would say to her. It wouldn’t take long to make her see the error of her ways and get her to drop any charges. Assuming she filed them at all that is-which was doubtful. She never had gotten anything to stick and he didn’t doubt his bribes would keep this from sticking as well. Just to be on the safe side he began to put the artifacts in the vault. He’d been moving them there ever since Wesley Hunt had eyeballed one of them. With a grunt he worked tirelessly to make sure everything was secure. The workers had finished revamping the estate and he watched as they packed up and left. The remodel was stunning and shone with the newness of state of the art technology. He wandered into her computer lab. It had multiple screens and an ergonomic chair. He glanced at her files but there didn’t seem to be anything he didn’t already know. He made a few calls and got a few more of his sources to give access to their databases. Jotting a note down he put the post it note on her computer and moved to his own office to regard the books in front of him. Her foundation for missing and exploited children seemed to be secure. He made a few more calls and then smiled as one of the girl’s from his porno studio came knocking on his door.
Rising he opened the door as she walked in without even seeing his burned form. He gripped her from behind and drained her before she even knew what had happened. It helped heal him of his injuries and he sighed in relief. That would make it better to deal with what he needed to. With a few more calls he got his servants to sweep up the dust on the floor and make sure that the renovations were up to par. He was going to make sure his daughter felt like she belonged in the house finally. Now that they had finally gotten to some kind of understanding the rest should be fine. He just had to wait till she was sleeping. He could bide his time and wait. He had enough to work with to make sure she would obey him. A slow smirk crawled across his face and he relaxed a moment to collect his thoughts.
He'd left a note for Rodney in the robe that his daughter had run off with. That should put the kabosh on any notions of a relationship he may have had. Rising he moved back to his car and sped off to another secret estate to wait.
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Post by mooshi on Sept 11, 2012 22:12:17 GMT -5
Rodney’s mind was racing a mile a minute focusing on twenty thousand things at once instead of honing in on what needed to be done right now. It had only been a half an hour since the news reporter came on explaining the situation to the world, but Rodney knew something was up long before then. They were supposed to go out to dinner together tonight which Rodney was actually looking forward to. The Lake House had been everything he had hoped for. He shared moments with Marina he would never forget, and he would cherish them forever. But of course, like the plague that Fait was, he had to destroy everything. Ruin the only happiness that Marina had probably felt in a long time. Happiness that she deserved. Happiness that they deserved. And just like he had done before when, he had immediately thought the worst when she hadn’t shown up. What else was he supposed to do? The one time that Marina went missing, she ended up in the hospital. Of course, he wasn’t going to take her untimeliness lightly. There was no telling what horrible things could have happened to her. So, after about twenty minutes of her not showing, he immediately called Diana, a number he had to put in his phone to make Diana accepting of the whole Lake House vacation. Diana had seemed slightly secretive and told him to stay out of it. That she would handle it. As much as Diana terrified him, he wasn’t going to accept that demand at all which he made sure to let Diana know rather frankly in probably not the nicest way possible. There was no way he was going to back off. He was worried and scared for Marina. So, Diana told him to check out the main Sinclair fortress, which Rodney was starting to think was her way of forcing him to stay out of it. He’d been roaming the mansion for about twenty minutes now. And for what? Not a damn thing. It was clear that Marina was not there, and he was getting pissed that she was wasting time that could easily be spent looking someplace that would actually be beneficial to finding her.
Just as Rodney was about to say ‘screw it’ and start searching a different location, he couldn’t help but catch glimpse of a passage way not necessarily hidden from the rest of the house but off to the side. Rodney headed in that direction stopping right in front of the open passageway. The passageway wasn’t a passageway at all, it was just another area of the house separated by a very large antique looking wooden door. He examined the door carefully as he pushed it having to put quite a lot of force behind it. ”What the….” Rodney whispered as he continued to survey the door. It had to be six inches thick of solid metal hidden by the wooden exterior. There was a keypad as well as a scanner for what looked like could be activated by either an eyeball or a fingerprint. Whatever was supposed to be kept in there had either gotten out or had to be shoved in there rather quickly. He saw no signs of a struggle or anything, so he assumed the later. But who? Or what? Rodney pushed the door back and hesitantly stepped through the doorway.
It was a bit chilly inside the area, more so than the rest of the house. As he descended deeper into the area, he could tell right away it was actually more of a house inside a larger house. And as the familiar scent of vanilla and sugar lotion made its way into his nostrils, he knew exactly who this cage was intended for. Rodney swallowed hard and couldn’t help the anger that immediately washed over him. It was Reginald. This was all Reginald. He was the one who kept her locked up like an animal that had been bad. He was the one who believed that he owned her like property in his greedy little hands. He was the one who had kidnapped her. It wasn’t at all armed gunmen who ripped Marina from her own car. It was Reginald. It was always Reginald.
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Rodney sped down the freeway going way faster than he should with his Range Rover. He had to get there, and he had to get there now. Rodney just had a feeling that Marina’s father was behind all of this. It would make sense really. It would prove reason for Diana’s secrecy when he originally attempted to help find Marina. And if Rodney’s suspicions were correct, Marina was in more danger than Rodney first thought.
He had to get there. Had to get there. He kept repeating over and over in his head hoping that the anger inside of him would make his foot completely slam on the gas with no care in the world about the traffic he seemed to be zipping through. But no such luck. For Rodney to at all help Marina, he had to make sure he actually got to her safely. Why was there so much traffic anyway? This part of CA was rather barren. Rodney had chosen this location only because Marina had mentioned it briefly at the Lake House. It was a location she was somewhat familiar with. She had told him that it was a place where her father would go to clear his head if the craziness of the company or whatever else he was secretly involved in was too much for him to handle all at once. A cabin away from everything right on the ocean. Marina had also said that not many people knew about his secret get away. He was not for sure that this was the place, but it was something, right? And Rodney was willing to take anything he could get at this point. He had tried calling her at least one hundred times, but the call would only end with Rodney hearing her voicemail and trying not to fall apart on the other end as he begged her to call him back. Calling her! It couldn’t hurt to try her again. It had only been exactly three and a half minutes since he last tried.
Rodney leaned forward in the driver’s seat grabbing his cell phone and picking it up, quickly looking down at it to dial the number 1 for Marina on his speed dial. But just as he pushed the number 1, a screen that Rodney was very unfamiliar with popped up. It took Rodney a few moments to register that it was the GPS tracker Rodney put in her phone. His eyes went wide as he read the tracker. She wasn’t far at all. In fact, she was exactly where he had thought she would be….somewhere by the cabin. The phone vibrated shortly after. It was an incoming call from Marina. Rodney pressed the send button instantly and brought the phone up to his ear. His heart felt like it was about to explode clear out of his chest. ”Marina! Hello? Where are you? What happened? Are you okay? Stay put! I’m on my way, okay! Don’t move! I….” Rodney was so busy panicking that he didn’t even give Marina room to say a word. She actually had to cut him off to get him to stop babbling. Good. It hadn’t occurred to Rodney until after he started babbling that it could have been just a sick joke to call him up and have someone other than Marina talk to him. Hearing her voice was a relief, to an extent. And then she started talking, and the relief was immediately gone. She was not in a good state. He could tell. She was speaking hysterically and wasn’t making very much sense. Rodney had to swallow his fear for her and stay calm enough to get to her.
He did hear the important bits and pieces. She had a concussion. There was a lot of blood. She was cold and tired. And….Reginald did this to her. Rodney fought the tears that wanted to spring from his eyes right now. No, he had to stay strong. Had to get to her. ”Okay, Marina, you need to stay on the phone with me. I know where you are, and I’m already almost to you. I need to you just…just stay on the phone with me. Don’t….don’t go okay. Stay with me….please.” Rodney bit his lip hard to stop himself from allowing her to hear the whimpers that he couldn’t stop from escaping his mouth. He had to keep talking to her and getting her to stay coherent, but how was that even possible right now when he himself was all over the place? He was falling apart while driving which was not a good thing at all. But he couldn’t stop. He had to get to her. Had to get to her. He took a deep breath and let it out softly to help himself pull it together enough to keep her pre-occupied with his talking, so she wouldn’t think about everything else. ”Can you see anything, Marina?” He was pretty sure she couldn’t because it was already dark anyways, but it didn’t matter. It was only meant to get her mind to get her to try and focus on one thing at a time.
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Rodney bolted out of the car and starting running not even caring that his car door was wide open. It didn’t matter. He had gotten to the cabin within fifteen minutes of Marina calling him. He had kept her on the phone with him but on speaker phone while he used the GPS tracker to try and pinpoint her exact location. It didn’t take long for Rodney to completely disappear into the small wooded area outside of the cabin. He had forgotten completely to even check if another car was in the driveway or not. Maybe Reginald was still here? He’d deal with him later. Right now, all he was worried about was getting to Marina before it was too late.
”Marina!” Rodney screamed through the barren wooded area. He glanced down at his GPS tracker. She was near. On the screen, it looked as if he was standing right on top of her, but that could also mean that he was miles away from her. He still had no idea how to work the damn thing. He never thought he’d have to use it. ”Marina!” Rodney yelled again desperately as he stumbled over unleveled areas and was smacked by tree branches that got in his way. If she could just hear him and respond once, he’d be able to find her. Just once. ”Can you hear me! Marina! I’m here! Say something….anything!” Did he not make it in time? She had stopped talking on the phone right as he pulled up into the driveway. He wasn’t sure if it disconnected or not, and he didn’t want to look in fear of losing the tracker screen. |
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Post by Marina Anne Sinclaire on Sept 12, 2012 5:41:33 GMT -5
She waited as her body began to go in shock. Shivering in the cold of the forest. She shifted as she tried to make sure she wasn't hurting herself too badly. Coughing she groaned in pain and saw frothy blood come up. That was not a good sign. It meant a possible punctured lung. She knew if she stayed out here long enough she'd probably die and that thought alternately scared her and comforted her. She'd been through so much that there was a part of her that was just exhausted.
"He broke a rib and I think it punctured a lung....you've got to find my dog, Rodney. She doesn't deserve to be left like that. You've got to get her down. I tried but I couldn't get her unpinned from the wall. I can still hear her screaming in pain...." her voice cracked as she stared at nothing in particular. She heard his voice and coughed hard, moaning as she gasped for breath, "I'll try but it hurts..."
"He took my glasses. I can't see in the dark.." she said softly as she tried to keep herself together a bit more for him.
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She heard him moving closer and she tried to move around the tree so he could see her a little bit. Using the tree to hide herself as she huddled next to it and fought to be coherent enough to call out, "Rodney I'm here. It hurts...." she called as she felt her through tighten and she coughed up more frothy blood, "I've over here please...." she curled up into a ball trying to cover herself with the robe knowing that it was pretty obvious where she was bleeding from. She closed her eyes, "Don't hate me please...." she begged when she saw him, "He...." she started to cry when she saw him approaching and she shifted, moaning at the pain that moving caused her. She began to rock back and forth as she tried to not zone out on him. The drugs she had flowing through her were starting to make her confused and disoriented, "He raped me..." the last phrase was said with a strangled sob and she broke down crying like a wounded animal and huddling into as small a ball as she could manage.
She felt herself starting to go numb, her face tingling slightly as she realized she was on the verge of fainting, carefully she uncurled and tried to keep herself from passing out. As she looked out past Rodney and saw her mother standing there gold swirling around her as she seemed to go in and out of focus.
"Hold on, baby. Just keep talking to Rodney. You'll be okay just keep breathing..." the ghost said softly in her ear.
"It hurts, Mommy. I don't want it to hurt any more..." she babbled weakly.
"I know, baby. I'm getting Logan and Michael. Just keep talking to Rodney..." her mother disappeared and Mari twisted painfully where she sat as she tried to sense where her mother had gone.
"Don't go Mommy don't leave me here..." she said weakly.
"I'm here, honey. I've just got to get you help." the ethereal voice said in her head as Marina seemed to relax.
"I don't want him to see me like this..." who that he was was an amalgemation of males, Rodney, Michael and Logan. She didn't want them to know even though she knew they would soon enough. Or in Rodney's case, already did.
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It didn't take long for Rodney to speed down the highway to City of Angels Hospital. He kept reassuring her as he drove that everything would be alright in spite of the fact that he wanted to cry for her. He was worried, every time she drifted out of conciousness he shook her awake to make sure she wasn't dead.
Grabbing her up he ran with her into the ER calling for help as Interns and nurses questioned him at length. He tried to keep an eye on her as best he could but there was too much going on for Rodney to catch more than a glimpse.
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Post by logan on Sept 17, 2012 21:15:10 GMT -5
There was half a sandwhich hanging out of his mouth as he stared mindlessly at the table, such a long day. With everything that was going on at Sinclaire manor, everything at work, and the fact that he hadn't found time to sleep due to his gifts it was hectic. He was mentally drained, physically he felt fine, but that no time to sleep was literal, and for some reason he was perfectly okay without it aside from feeling like he was losing his mind at times. Drumming his fingers on the table, he noticed that several nurses seemed to be moving in one direction past the room he was squatting in.
Wiping his hands, Logan pushed himself out of his seat, moving into the hall and following the crowd. However everytime he did that, only one person ever seemed to be at the center of the storm, Marina. He didn't even say anything as he pushed his way through the nurses to get to her, coming to stand next to her stretcher. She seemed to be in a trance of sorts, staring off into space. Pulling out a tiny flash light which he put to use. "Marina, can you hear me? I need you to squeeze my hand, everything is going to be okay." he said, placing his hand in hers as they wheeled her to the ER.
Once they made it to the ER, they quickly prep'd themselves to fix her up, checking her for wounds. There was a lot of damage her, cuts, bruises, she was going to need stitching. There was no way he could use his powers with all of this going on, she shouldn't have come here! But who brought her here, he wondered. She would have been better off back at the Manor where he could have treated her better. Now they were stucking doing everything they could the mortal way to fix her up, and only after several hours and some stomach pumping did they even manage to get her somewhere they considered "stable".
It still seemed like she was slipping in and out of reality though, whatever happened was bad from what he could tell. He didn't even take the time to ask, with all that was happening around, though he knew. He heard it at some point, but his mind refused to register what the words the other doctors used meant, he blocked it out. Once they were done and ready to move her to a room for observation, Logan left, flipping a table over out of irritation as he did so. He would be the first one in there when he was able to see her, for now it was all he could do to not break his fist against the wall. Normally he was sort of a private person, not a people person, so then why was he so mad?
It dawned on him as he slipped into the room that somewhere along the way he had developed a different set of feelings beyond doctor and patient. Though what those were he had yet to truly define, but the one thing that remained true was the rage that he felt watching her like. Moving to sit on the edge of her bed, he took her hand in his, leaning over her to touch the side of her face with his free hand. "I'm going to take your pain away now, okay?" he started, though he had no idea why he said that, or what he meant. His body started glowing, so too did his eyes, as if they had become two founts of light, and no longer was there anything in the sockets beyond said light.
As the soothing feeling spread through his body to hers, his own comfort was soon being replaced by anguish. Before he had only taken exhaustion from his patients, but now it was like he could feel almost everything. The pain, the suffering, some of the physical trauma, and it was destroying him. His mortal body could not entirely handle the way his healing had evolved, he needed help, ot continuing to do this would destroy his physical form forever. |
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Post by Marina Anne Sinclaire on Sept 17, 2012 22:14:00 GMT -5
She felt herself laid on a gurney as doctors stripped her robe off of her and did there best to treat her injuries while taking samples for the police. She whimpered as she was poked and prodded. She roused herself when they went to take a rape kit. Shivering and crying as the nurses held her hand and they documented her injuries with photographs, pausing when it was too overwhelming for her only to resume once she got herself under control. She felt like they knew everything and she wanted to crawl under the bed as the samples were rushed off to the lab. Carefully once all the evidence was collected that could be, she was cleaned and sent to an observation room after making sure she was stable.
That word was ironic given that she felt like the least stable person in the room. She could feel the drug leaving her system and she cracked an eye as Logan spoke to her. She shook her head at him minutely to try and get him to stop before he killed himself. "Logan....Michael can help.." she got out quietly as he tried to take on her injuries and she tried to get him to stop, "You don't have to do everything." she got out in a half dazed state that had her panting with effort. "You should find Rodney...." that would get him to let go of her hand she hoped, "He brought me here. He saved me..." Making sure that Logan knew the difference between who had brought her here and who had hurt her.
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Post by Merry Grace Lovelace on Sept 18, 2012 0:16:36 GMT -5
Michael arrives and announces his presence to Logan as he moves to help heal Mari, stabalizing Logan's powers with his mortal form much like he does with Mari from time to time. Soothing the battered cupid he assures her everything will be alright as he and Logan heal her injuries. Looking at the doctor solemnly he tells Logan there is much to discuss but that it must wait for a less public place.
Logan agrees and after a few days he helps Mari settle in to Sinclaire manor after making sure her father is truly gone. After she says her goodbye he serves as a pallbearer for her father's casket as Mari does her best to keep it together for the press and those who knew Reginald.
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