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ginny_stclaire (ginny_stclaire) wrote in athinblackline,
@ 2009-03-18 00:59:00

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Who: Genevieve and Forever
When: March 17, around 8 pm
Where: On the way to the Arena
What: Ginny gets grabbed and a slight bit of Mayhem ensues

Ginny had spent a pleasant hour poking around the various shops in the hotel and the bar as the crowds grew thicker, coming down from the caffeine buzz of the mocha she'd had earlier. She ate a snack since she wasn't really ready for a full dinner and figured that there would be food available at the Arena. Always assuming she didn't lose her appetite in the process.

But finally the crowd was moving in that direction. The first match had begun between a couple of new mutants that no one had heard of, a warm up to get the crowds blood-lust up, not to mention to loosen their wallets for the betting and gambling that was part of the real money making on the island.

With a half wave at the green-man still working in the coffee shop, she moved out with the crowd towards the noise of booing and cheering that was the arena. She barely managed four steps past her wave, though, when she felt a sweaty hand palming her ass, giving the sensitive flesh there a very hard pinch. She turned to look up into a face that was leering down at her, a vacant expression in his eyes that spoke of drugs or drink.

Drink, she decided as the beast poured what remained of his green St. Patrick's day beer onto her chest, making her thin tee-shirt stick to her as her nipples hardened in the cool dampness.

She didn't think, merely lifted a hand and slapped him. Hard. Watching in satisfaction as his head rocked to the side. How dare he touch her like that, but worse, now she smelled like whatever horse-piss-masquerading-as-beer he'd been drinking. Never mind the green food coloring was probably ruining one of her favorite silk bras beneath.

She was completely unprepared for his reaction, a large, meaty fist connecting with her face in a glancing blow that tugged painfully on her nose ring, making the cartilage of her septum crunch. Wincing, she felt the trickle of blood that heralded the further ruining of her clothing, a taste in the back of her throat that made her gag.

She didn't get any further retaliation in, though, as the guards descended at that moment, took one look at her, at her bleeding face and lack of collar (and she saw the flicker of eyes as they checked), and called up a golf cart to take her... somewhere. She didn't see where they took the man, but the fact that they took him away with his hands behind his back mollified her a bit.

Ah, back to the hotel, she noted. There she was escorted into a small room on the ground floor and asked to wait while they fetched a healer. She frowned, but complied. Her nose was now throbbing and she figured the healer would bring pain meds if nothing else.

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everandever
2009-03-18 12:54 am UTC (link)

She hadn't been told where she was going, just that she was needed somewhere. She had noticed rather quickly the minimum amount of details were usually supplied here, the less the mutants knew, the better. It surely wasn't comforting to realize that, but then again, there wasn't much that was comforting here. She could totally understand how others got so discouraged and simply 'gave up'. So far she was determined not to let that happen to her, but she would have to see what went on, especially now, the future was never certain.

She got off the cart that had been used to transport her here. Usually she'd noticed they'd make her walk, but this had to be an important client, at least to them. She had to guess it probably wasn't a mutant, from what she'd seen they didn't really seem to be that anxious to make sure they were healed straight away. She was told what room and to hurry up, so hurry she did, holding out an arm and gently pushing open the door.

What one in this particular room would see was a tall woman, just two inches short of six feet even. Her build was what would be described as lean, her skin appearing rather smooth looking and pale. Her black hair was drawn back in a thick, tight bun and her dark, dark green eyes were surrounded by a dark, smoky color. Her lips were a dark pink and she was wearing a black dress with short sleeves that went down to the floor, a pair of sandals on her feet. She looked at the young woman in the room, saw her injury.

"Hello." She said, her voice soft and a bit on the low side, but not overly so. "If you would please have a seat we'll get started." She gestured to a chair in the room, slowly walking over to the other female. Strange, she didn't act like a nurse of any sort, she didn't appear to have any supplies on hand and wasn't carrying a bag or anything that might have held some either. Exactly what was going on?

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ginny_stclaire
2009-03-18 07:47 am UTC (link)

Ginny noticed the strangeness of the situation immediately. No white coat, no scrubs, no bag of tricks, none of the accouterments of the medical profession. The only thing this woman, if woman she was, had in common with the medical personnel Ginny noticed about her was the softness of the voice. The bedside manner, if you will. This woman projected a sense of calm, much like the best doctors. And if there was one thing Ginny knew, it was doctors. Anyone who sought adrenalin in their lives the way Ginny and her friends tended to knew many, many doctors.

So odd as it was, Ginny was conditioned to obey the soft voice, sitting as directed on the chair, a kleenex in hand clutched to her nose.

"'ello," Ginny said after swallow hard to try and clear her throat of the blood pooling there, her eyes watching the woman curiously.

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everandever
2009-03-19 12:16 am UTC (link)

She had to wonder what had happened to this girl, it wasn't all that often she got cases like this one, but of course she knew better then to ask, so she simply went about her job, her dark green eyes holding a rather curious look, however.

She situated herself behind the chair the young woman that had taken a seat as she'd asked, and then proceeded to say, "I am going to touch the areas you're affected in, you will feel a slight heat then--don't be alarmed, that's normal." Her voice was continued to be calm and soothing, it would probably be a rather effective balm for anyone that was feeling nervous, which would be expected in this kind of situation, more then likely.

She then paused and closed her eyes in order to concentrate, summoning that familiar strength, which started to flow from her hands, making her hands glow a very light green. She slowly brought her hands down to the other female's nose now, and it slowly began to heal until there was no tear there, it probably a rather strange kind of sensation.

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ginny_stclaire
2009-03-19 10:03 am UTC (link)

Ginny, unsure what was happening, had closed her own eyes. But they jerked open again in shocked surprise at the feeling of warmth and comfort and all that was good that followed this strange woman's touch. She realized what the woman was, then, and what she must be doing. How sad that someone capable of such great good was treated so poorly as an animal.

She frowned then at that thought, it being so contradictory to the teachings she'd had growing up about mutants. But so far today she'd met two and both of them were... cooler than a lot of the humans she'd met in her life. And as a child of the nobility, she'd met a lot of people.

She wondered why this woman had been sent here, though. Would her talent be better used in a hospital? Of course, there she would be contending with doctors and licensing and... and probably even more threatening to the system than the average, boogeyman mutant. After all, she would challenge the system and their pocketbooks.

Ginny felt a certain empathy for the woman, and for the other mutant, too. Not a mutant, but her place in society had always singled her out a bit, too, and she'd always rocked the system as much as she could.

Enough that it was even getting old and boring now. Wasn't that why she was here? Because there wasn't any fun in shocking people at home anymore? Especially now that her family was dead? She wondered if they'd had a healer like this, if they would have died in their hospital beds, or if this woman could have saved them. It was a moot point, but she still wondered.

As the pain ebbed completely, she opened her eyes and wiggled her nose, surprised to feel it responding normally. "That... that's amazing!"

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everandever
2009-03-19 03:38 pm UTC (link)

She'd never been treated like this before she'd come to this place. Of course she hadn't come here of her own free will, as all or at least most of the individuals didn't as far as she knew, but it had been her own carelessness that had landed her here. She knew it and had come to accept that. She'd decided to try to make the best of a bad situation, because what was the use of living if she didn't? Many here probably didn't even want to live anymore, but she didn't want to have that kind of outlook, it only made one miserable, and if it was one thing she actually did dislike, it was feeling miserable.

She also suspected, as she'd not actually talked directly to that many other mutants yet, that it was normal (as far as their thoughts went) for them not to care much about the humans that visited here. While she could quickly understand that mode of thinking, she still found herself curious as to the young woman's thoughts, but kept herself silent. However, her eyes, which were probably her most expressive feature usually, gave away what she did not say, shifting up and down the woman once, focusing on her face.

Soon, her job was completed and she removed her hands, taking a slow breath. She appeared to be slightly winded for just a moment, and indeed, her heart was beating as if she'd just been subjected to a very fast paced walk. Though a brisk one, so while it was certainly enough to get the juices flowing, not enough to tired one out totally, but if work continued at this pace for a while soon she would indeed become exhausted. She wasn't sure if she'd reached the extent of how much she could heal or if it would change with age. She supposed the only thing she could do was wait and find out.

She smiled when she dropped her hands and the young woman said it was amazing with such vigor. It was the first time she'd witnessed such a reaction and she had to admit, it felt nice to be appreciated, even if it was feigned, but the young woman did seem amazed, so perhaps it wasn't.

She backed off now, as she wasn't sure if the other would want her in such close proximities now that her job was over, her hands dropping to her sides.

"Thank you, Miss." She said softly, now wondering what this one's name was, but she knew the guards were probably monitering at the door and might not think her asking her name was appropiate, so why cause trouble for herself?

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ginny_stclaire
2009-03-19 05:56 pm UTC (link)

"Ginny," she said, laughing. "I'm no 'miss'. Haven't been a miss in a long time. That requires a level of innocence I just don't feel," she said with a conspiratorial wink and a gesture to take in her clothing and nose ring. Her head cocked to the side as she looked at the mutant who had just healed her bleeding and possibly broken nose so effortlessly. "Your power... it's absolutely amazing. I mean, someone like me, I end up getting patched up a lot. The things I do for fun, well, they usually lead to stitches and broken bones and such. But that... that was just... wow...."

Ginny noticed the woman was breathing heavily, then, and concern filled her eyes.

"Are you all right? I... did it hurt you? To do that, I mean? Do you need something?" she asked, worried. "What's your name, by the way? You never said."

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everandever
2009-03-19 06:37 pm UTC (link)

While she did look young enough to be a miss, the other female had a point, although the nose ring looked good on her. She had one herself, a reminder of her rather rebellious youth, though that was the only body piercing she had save her ears- she was more one for body art: tattoos, which she had a few of, though they were currently adequately covered by her clothing.

Stitches and broken bones? "It sounds like you have some interesting, if not dangerous, hobbies." She observed, head tilting a little curiously to one side.

Forever noticed the concern and was surprised. Ever since she'd been imprisoned her captors and those she had come in contact with as far as humans went, hadn't seemed very considerate of her, and it had been something she'd come to expect of this place, little to no consideration of her.

"Oh no..." She said, a somewhat stunned look on her almost statuesque face. "I'm simply winded." She paused, unsure the interest would be there for her to continue, so she decided to just describe it simply and quickly. "It's a lot like running for a little while."

Her name? Well, since she'd been asked she supposed it didn't hurt to tell..she'd probably be expected to since she was asked. "Forever is my name." She said softly. Yes, she was convinced her mother had been high when deciding on her name, how else could a woman decide to name her baby Forever Moon?

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ginny_stclaire
2009-03-19 06:38 pm UTC (link)

Ginny shrugged. "Anything for the rush," she said simply. "Anything new and dangerous." That really was what drove her. The excitement of the new, the danger. The feeling of her heart trying to pound its way out of her chest, tummy dropping, adrenalin pumping fun.

She smiled hearing the other woman's name. "That's pretty. It's almost... mystical. It suits you," she decided, her head cocking to the side.

"Do you treat the mutants who are hurt in the arenas?" she asked, still trying to get a feel for how things work on the island. "Or just the humans who come down on the wrong side of some drunken idiot? Do you fight in the pits, too?" She was so curious. It was probably rude, and probably breaking some norms of behavior, but hell, look at her. Norms had never been defining factors in her life.

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everandever
2009-03-19 06:48 pm UTC (link)

"I treat whoever I am told to treat." She sounded as though she accepted it, but there was something almost sad about her announcement, as if she mourned her lack of control nonetheless. "However, I have noticed I seem to have more human clients then mutant ones." In her opinion it was because they were held in higher regard, but it wasn't her place to share that opinion and she was aware of this.

"No, my powers are mainly defensive. It's why I have this color collar." She said, tapping on the white color around her neck, further designating her as what she was. "It means I am a service mutant, not a fighter." Of course she did have that odd offensive move, but that wasn't very highly understand by herself or anyone else, and she didn't like using it, so wouldn't resort to it unless she had to.

She wasn't exactly sure how much information she should share, but as long as she was being asked, what else could she do? She wasn't going to be rude to this woman, especially when she was recieving what she at least figured to be positive treatment. "You must be new to the island?" She asked now, figuring if she hadn't been she might know more about the way this place worked.

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ginny_stclaire
2009-03-19 06:57 pm UTC (link)

Ginny bit her lip on a grin and nodded. "Does it show?" she asked with a wink. "Quite a first day. I had coffee, met a very nice... ah... lizard man," she paused, frowning. "Who I was too shocked by to even ask his name. Well, anyway, he gave me a bit of advice. Then I had a light snack and decided to go see some fights. And on the way, some beast tried to molest me. I think I'm more concerned about the beer and what I'm sure it's doing to my favorite knickers. I hate the smell of beer. I wonder if there's some place here to buy some clean clothing," she said with a shiver.

She really did stink, and it was really starting to turn her stomach, although she figured the blood she'd ingested didn't help anything.

Still, the woman seemed willing to talk, so she wanted to know more, and somehow she thought this woman, who didn't fight, might be a good one to tell her.

"Are there a lot of service mutants? Are you, uh, owned like the fighters?"

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everandever
2009-03-19 07:23 pm UTC (link)

She frowned a bit, nodding her head in agreement. "I don't like beer myself." While she did enjoy a good bit of wine now and again, she'd never developed the taste for beer, and she wasn't exactly a fan of the smell of it either. "I was wondering what had happened to you." She admitted, thinking she was safe to admit this since she'd been told what had happened anyway. "You looked as though you'd taken quite a hit, what a jackass." She was no fan of grabby men either, and had already encountered a few her relatively short time here.

"No, you have to order those online." She added, about the clothes, having remembered being told that because she was a slight fan of clothes herself--not that there was room to put very many here.

"I'm not exactly sure how many there are." She hadn't counted, "But there's at least a handful of us, with different abilities of course." She said. She hadn't felt like being very social her first few days here, so she wasn't acquainted with that many off her block, but she'd seen and heard a few of them come and go, since she lived there. "We can be owned, but I don't have an owner." She said, though then quieted down, looking at her as she then asked, "Since you're healed now, would you like to go and change?" Since she'd asked about clothes, she figured she did, hopefully she'd brought some, though most did, didn't they?

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ginny_stclaire
2009-03-19 07:41 pm UTC (link)

Ginny sighed. "Alas, of all the things I thought might happen to me, getting beered and bloodied were not among them. I suppose I shall have to just go about like this." She dropped her hands, letting them slap against her thighs, though she made no real move to get up.

She wondered at the sad tone of the woman. Did she want an owner? Was there some benefit to having one? Some benefit she was currently oblivious to? It seemed like there almost had to be, but damn if she could guess what it was.

Still, this woman had done her a good turn. Maybe... maybe she should find out and see if there was some good turn she could do her in return?

Later, though. For now, the seed had been planted.

"Although I suppose the arena will have enough blood shed to hide at least some of my own stink. Next time, I'll know better."

Standing, she offered the woman a hand. "Do I pay you? Or do they just charge me?" she asked curiously.

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everandever
2009-03-19 08:22 pm UTC (link)

Apparently she'd come for a day visit only and wasn't staying at the hotel, her answers had been enough to answer that particular question of hers.

"No, if I'm to be paid they'll take care of it. You'll be charged for the service, that's all." She replied calmly, sending a small smile her way.

"It was nice to meet you, Ginny." She was unsure she should be calling her by her first name like this, but it was what she'd said to call her and she was told to obey the customer, so that was what she was trying to do. Really though, it was nice to be able to call someone by name like that.

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ginny_stclaire
2009-03-19 08:26 pm UTC (link)

"The pleasure was mine," she answered, then opened the door and walked out, only glancing back once to see the guards ushering the healer away. Odd, really. Still odd, to see people, especially the ones that looked like people, being treated like prisoners.

But then... she'd heard a lot of them were horribly dangerous. Maybe it was just that she'd met the harmless ones and it was skewing her perception.

Time to remedy that, she thought as she made her way out the door and back into the smaller crowd as it headed to the arenas. Time to see the fights, to see what this island was all about!

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