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Daryl Dixon | The Walking Dead (little_dixon) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2012-04-24 22:59:00

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#complete, daryl dixon, jennsen

WHO: Daryl and Jennsen
WHAT: Going to help
WHEN: Tonight after this
WHERE: Jennsen's room
RATING: language, blood and bits, TBD otherwise
STATUS: Complete

Crap.

That stupid video had shaken him up more than he cared to admit and here he was acting on a whim while the girl, delusional from blood loss, was jawing on about how it was a trap and all that. Hell, the whole place was a trap as far as he was concerned, one more little trap (if there was one) wasn't going to do much more damage than this damn place did.

As he tore out from the Roadhouse and started to run down the sidewalk towards Building C, Daryl tried to reason that it wasn't that he cared. People shouldn't care much while they were here, others only left if they did that. Place was like some crazy waiting room and hell if he was going to take the time to get cozy just to find out sooner than later that someone's number had been called.

This, he reasoned, was just the humane thing to do. The girl was bleeding in what looked like her room and helpless.. Always trying to make up for Sophia..

Flinging the doors to Building C open, Daryl raced inside and down the first floor hall to Jennsen's room, not bothering in knocking as he opened the unlocked door and looked around, breathing heavily. "Jennsen?!" He called out, walking with a purpose through the living area and down the hall to her bedroom.

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pristinejennsen
2012-04-26 12:42 am UTC (link)

In the back of Jennsen's mind, she knew everything was different. Wrong. Where was the cave? Where were the Sisters of the Dark? This place... Everything about it was unfamiliar. How did she get here? Magic couldn't have brought her here. And how could she get back? The Sisters were going to attack the palace, they were going to use her blood to get by unseen. And they were going to break apart the boxes...

All of these thoughts were there, in her mind, somewhere. But it was like she could barely reach them. Could barely form a coherent thought. The blood continued to run from her arms, and she knew she didn't have a lot of time. Richard would come. She'd heard his voice...

"Jennsen?!"

And there it was again.

Her brother would save her.

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little_dixon
2012-04-27 03:12 am UTC (link)

He had distinctly remembered the feet of a bed in the background of the accidental video. Feet that he was pretty sure if he had actually taken the time to look, graced his old bed back in the old apartment he had shared with Sophia.

Making a quick visit to the kitchen, he latched up a roll of paper towels and a few dishcloths, jogging down the hall to the only door closed, and pushed it in with an elbow. There she was.. Blood covered her, probably more blood than was supposed to actually be outside her body at that moment. Thoughts drifted to the half chewed on women men and children that Daryl had seen back home, begging him for help and to just end it all. He had taken that all as it had come and was so even keeled that it was scary how unemotional he appeared to be over the situations as they arose. Jennsen's hurt was different, wasn't like the biters had been, more like the teenage girl he had found out back behind the Piggy Wiggly when he was 14 who had tried to kill herself by slicing her arms up something fierce. Not on his watch.. Maybe she had tried again after that day, but that was up to her, throwing her second chance away like that.

Wasting no time at all, Daryl was kneeling at her side, pressing the dishcloths and wads of torn off paper towels to her slashed up forearms. "Stay with me, girl. C'mon." He lifted her arms up, making sure they were above her heart as he continued to apply pressure.

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pristinejennsen
2012-05-01 03:03 am UTC (link)

Jennsen knew she had heard Richard's voice. He was here, looking for her. So who was this man who ran into the room? A man dressed in unfamiliar clothing talking to her in a familiar way. He pressed towels to her arms, lifting them up, and she let him, her limbs limp like a rag doll. They did not even hurt anymore. Was that a bad sign? Did that mean that she was going to die soon? She wasn't sure, but she took it as a blessing anyway. As long as she was able to warn her brother, nothing else mattered.

She coughed before speaking, "T-thank you. I appreciate your kindness. But you must go. Find...the Seeker. Tell him... My blood. The Sisters of the Dark are going to use it against him. They're going to take the Boxes apart...Go. Please."

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little_dixon
2012-05-07 04:11 am UTC (link)

Daryl was positive that Jennsen was talking mish mash due to the amount of blood she had lost, and thus continued to ignore her weak protests and statements. Kneeling down, leaning back on his haunches, Daryl had carefully dragged Jennsen up, her shoulders and head propped against him as he continued to clot the nasty cuts.

Using the paper towels as blotters, Daryl then tied them close around her arm with the damp dishtowels. He hadn't known who had done this, didn't look like there had been any sort of a struggle in here. "C'mon.." Carefully, Daryl lifted her into his arms, standing up slowly, careful of her bound arms, wedging them down so there was pressure applied to them. Stepping through the puddle of blood, he walked out of the bedroom, down the hall and out of the apartment, heading towards the clinic fast as he could without jostling her around, boots leaving smeared bloody prints on the polished floor.

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pristinejennsen
2012-05-08 04:03 am UTC (link)

No wonder Jennsen had mistaken this man for Richard. They looked nothing alike. And while Richard exuded a certain grace and kindness, this man seemed to have a gruff exterior. And yet, the way he cared for her, this girl that he did not even know, seemed so reminiscent of her brother. He was so worried about her, so gentle with her injuries. He was doing everything he could for her. Just like Richard...

Richard...

Jennsen became agitated again, her words more desperate as the man began to carry her, "Please, I am not important. My life is nothing. Leave me here. You have to get to the palace!" She used what was left of her energy to struggle in his arms. "Go to Richard. Warn him. Or our entire world will end!"

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little_dixon
2012-05-21 04:29 am UTC (link)

Carrying her down the hall past curious onlookers, Daryl ignored the lot, focusing on getting the girl some medical attention. Luckily, Building C was the closest of all the room buildings to the clinic and he made good time heading west down a block and started to cut through the public park.

Why did he care? That would be something Merle would've asked him at that particular moment and part of it was that he had failed with Sophia. Failed so horribly in finding the little girl before she had been bitten by a zombie and left for dead in Hershel's barn, failed to the point where he would've given anything to go back in time just to make her stay still under that car back on the highway. The other part? So sue him, he was actually getting used to Jennsen, having her around to offer kind words instead of the bullshit he had to deal with most days, most of it his own doing as he wasn't too keen on being appropriately sociable; but she hadn't been put off by that, almost like Carol in that sense, and even though he was loathe to admit it, he needed that sort of a connection.

Feeling the small body in his arms give a small shudder, Daryl stopped halfway through the park and looked down at her. Her blood-streaked face was pale, little to no movement from her chest and was she just a bit heavier? "Aww c'mon, girl." He muttered under his breath, looking down the sidewalk towards the direction of the clinic just a few blocks off and through the trees, knowing they wouldn't make it. Setting her down gently on a park bench, he frowned lightly to himself before busying himself with checking the makeshift bandages.

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pristinejennsen
2012-05-21 04:48 am UTC (link)

Jennsen could feel herself floating, simply drifting away. She said all that she could. The man continued carrying her, continued running for help. But she knew his mission would be ending soon. And he would take hers up, reaching out to her brother, giving him the message that she had relayed. She knew he would. Because he was a good man, too. Always in the company of good people. Of heroes. Richard. Darken. Zedd. Kahlan. They would continue on. They would keep the world safe.

She leaned into the man now, her voice barely a whisper, "Thank you. Such care from a stranger. May the spirits reward you."

Her eyes closed. She had felt herself drifting before, but the current had become stronger. She couldn't hold on anymore. But she wasn't scared. She was ready to join her mother.

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