Marcus Riddler (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} tryingtoforget) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} charmed_progeny,@ 2009-10-04 06:44:00 |
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Who: Marcus and OTA that works at P3 or Halliwells
When: Monday - September 30th, 2024-night; after this post
Where: P3
What: an injured Marcus comes looking for help
Status and Rating: In-progress/PG-13
Marcus didn't know where else to teleport to. It wasn't like he was on friendly terms with healers down in the underworld. He knew that whitelighters couldn't heal him. It was common sense that demons couldn't be healed. And after they found out what he was they would probably vanquish him without questions. Although he hoped they wouldn't. He choose to teleport to P3 because it had the best chances of him being found. Where there were powerful witches that could possibly, hopefully help him. Even if it was doing some stitching and letting him be.
He appeared on the floor of P3. It was late in late afternoon so he was sure that Wyatt would be there. If not Wyatt then someone that was helping set up for the night. He looked around but there was no one he could see. At least not from the position of laying on his stomach on the ground. "Wyatt!" he yelled as he tried to pick himself up. "Help please." Hoping that his boss or anyone would be around to do something to stop the bleeding. He was still clutching the ring in his hand, he wasn't about to let that go. At least not in this lifetime.
When: Monday - September 30th, 2024-night; after this post
Where: P3
What: an injured Marcus comes looking for help
Status and Rating: In-progress/PG-13
Marcus didn't know where else to teleport to. It wasn't like he was on friendly terms with healers down in the underworld. He knew that whitelighters couldn't heal him. It was common sense that demons couldn't be healed. And after they found out what he was they would probably vanquish him without questions. Although he hoped they wouldn't. He choose to teleport to P3 because it had the best chances of him being found. Where there were powerful witches that could possibly, hopefully help him. Even if it was doing some stitching and letting him be.
He appeared on the floor of P3. It was late in late afternoon so he was sure that Wyatt would be there. If not Wyatt then someone that was helping set up for the night. He looked around but there was no one he could see. At least not from the position of laying on his stomach on the ground. "Wyatt!" he yelled as he tried to pick himself up. "Help please." Hoping that his boss or anyone would be around to do something to stop the bleeding. He was still clutching the ring in his hand, he wasn't about to let that go. At least not in this lifetime.