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Tweak says, "shun the non-believer!"

Leonardo Marino (i_calltheshots) wrote in lineof_fire_rpg,
@ 2008-03-11 23:15:00

uh oh. shit's going down
Who: Leo...and...others
What: the ATTACK
Where: Shangri-La Hotel; first floor, somewhere off of the lobby
When: MARCH 10; 11:51 pm
Rating: Mature
Open? to

gabelaroche for now, others to be announced.
EDIT: Now open to;

little_niccy;

illana_marino;

team_italy;

marinolaw;

spencer_nomore;

backoff_bitches

Leo didn't want to leave his wife's side, but when the lights had gone out, he felt slightly uneasy at not having any clue where most of his family was. He was responsible for their well-being, above anything else. Niccy was likely with Roxy, and Raul hopefully with Lucas and Lia, Charlie was...somewhere. He had to be sure they were fine, as it was his duty not only as their brother, father, and boss. He promised to be back in fifteen minutes, and managed to get a flashlight before he ventured off. He didn't want Illana to worry about him, and he didn't want to have to worry as he toted her along with him.

Walking out into the lobby, he swung the light over the room, catching the eyes of mostly strangers as he walked about. "Affanculo." He growled, not at all liking the inconvenience of having to look around a pitch black room with nothing but a damned flashlight to light his way. After doing a thorough sweep of the room and deciding nobody was there that he particularly cared about, he venture down the hallway to the right of him. God knows what his son was doing in the dark, with an entire hotel to wreak havoc in.

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backoff_bitches
2008-03-12 09:47 pm UTC (link)

The gunshot was the first thing she heard, and like everyone else, Bianca panicked just a little. She tried to ease the concerns of the people around her, but she wasn't a police officer or anything of the like, and her bedside manner did not cover somebody running around with a gun.

The shriek of a young woman cut through the panic, and Bianca pushed her way past the scared crowds to get to there. "I'm a doctor." Instinct took over, and whether or not she was putting herself in harms way, that didn't much matter. First, do no harm, was the vow she had taken when she had been granted her MD. Leaving someone to die just because she might be scared was not an option.

Finally finding the person who had been asking for a doctor, she nodded. "Where is he?"

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little_niccy
2008-03-13 01:05 am UTC (link)

Niccy heard Leo try to speak, and while he was happy to hear his brother stir, he didn't want him expending any energy that could keep him alive that little bit longer. At least long enough for a doctor to arrive. He could make out the word 'back' in Leo's Italian, all of it a bit too broken by the wheezing for Niccy to catch much more. "Your back, Leo? Che cosa circa il tuo ritorno??" His voice was rushed, then when he heard Leo speaking to Illana, he moved away, rushing to the door.

"Get the fuck out of my way before I slam your head into that fucking wall." He narrowed his eyes at the crowd that had gathered, and they parted, allowing him to move from the room. His shirt was now smeared with blood, but he paid no mind. He saw Roxy, standing in the hallway pointing a red-haired woman toward the room. "Roxy, doctor?" Roxy nodded, and Niccy grabbed the woman by her wrist, pulling him behind her and using his body to shove people out of his way, hard.

"He's there. I think he's been stabbed. He's still conscious..." Niccy sobbed uncontrollably for a second, then gathered himself. "Do what you can." He reached into his pockets, trying to still his shaking hands long enough to find his phone. He moved to a window, trying to get some reception, enough that he could dial out. He managed one bar when he turned around, and dialed quickly, calling 911.

He rattled off their location, who was hurt, his name, then left his phone open on the windowsill, still connected to the emergency operator. Niccy sprinted back to his brothers side, taking one of his hands in his, doing his best to keep out of the doctors way.

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backoff_bitches
2008-03-13 01:40 am UTC (link)

Bianca followed closely behind the brunette, only to be directed toward a young man with blood all over his shirt. Her first instinct was to check him for injury, but then he grabbed her, dragging her out through the lobby. "I will, I will." Her voice was rushed as she hurried after him, trying to see through the dimly lit room.

Finding the crumpled body on the floor, she completely went into doctor-mode, kneeling beside him. She looked at what he could only assume was his wife, and offered a quick reassuring smile. "What's his name?" She asked, her hands prodding at the body, trying to feel her way in the dark. Her fingers pressed against his wounds, immediately becoming slick with his blood. "I need a lot more light." She said to anyone who was close enough to hear her. Flashlights that could be shone on the area, anything to help her see his wounds.

"You." She said, nodding toward the girl who had originally found her. The poor thing looked like she was about to faint. "I need towels, a lot of them. Latex gloves if you can find them. A sharp knife, pairing will work best. Needles, matches, and something to use for stitching, fishing line works best. I need some straight alcohol, Vodka is the best. Bring those back and I'll need you to go boil some water. Go." She didn't bother with pleasantries or saying please and thank you, it was her job to save this man's life, they could call her a bitch later.

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nightsat_roxy
2008-03-13 05:40 am UTC (link)

There was so much going on, and so much to take in, that Roxy wasn't sure what she could do, if anything. So she stood in the middle of the lobby, shocked and dumbfounded and completely without a clue of what she could do. She watched Niccy take the doctor over to Leo, and simply stood there, waiting, doing nothing to help at all.

She was grateful when the doctor had seemed to pick her to gather supplies. At least she would be doing something to help. She made a mental note of what to gather and nodded, running off with a flashlight, which it turned out she wouldn't need, as the lights flickered back on. She ran in the direction of the kitchen, her dress gathered in one hand so she could more effectively run. Her shoes were ditched at the hallway, and she soon found the kitchen. Finding a big pot, she rummaged through the drawers, gathering things that the doctor had asked for. She grabbed a couple of knives, gloves, matches, and managed to find a sewing kit stuffed into a box in the pantry. She rummaged through the same closet, finding towels and some sort of thread. It wouldn't do, but it might suffice until she could find something else. Tossing everything into a pot, she ran back into the lobby and deposited them next to the doctor, whose name she still hadn't caught.

She couldn't bring herself to look at them. Not at Leo, not at Niccy. That she couldn't take right now. She still had things she had to get. Again she pushed her way through the crowd and got to the bar, demanding two bottles of vodka. The barkeep gave her a look, to which her voice seemed to scream profanities at him until he gave it to her. She hurried back and handed the bottles to the doctor. She needed fishing line, and had no clue where to look for it. She started pulling open doors in one of the rooms off of the lobby, looking here and there for anything that would suffice. She didn't have time to look, but there was little she could do.

What seemed like an eternity later, she finally found an old reel of fishing line, and while she wasn't sure if it was enough or the right kind, it would have to do. She nearly tripped on her dress when she spun around to run back to the lobby to give it to the doctor.

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backoff_bitches
2008-03-13 10:34 pm UTC (link)

Bianca breathed a little sigh of relief when the lights flickered on, but relief was soon gone when she saw the extent of the damage inflicted on the man lying in front of her. Her jaw set, she gave a little nod to the girl who came back with the things she needed. Reaching into the pot, she pulled out a couple of the gloves and snapped them onto her hands. She glanced from Leo, as she'd caught his name, to his wife and knew this would hurt. "Bite on this." She said, placing a small rolled up towel between his lips. The last thing he needed was to bite through his tongue. "You're going to want to hold him still." She told his wife before her fingers moved to the wounds on his body, her fingers sliding inside of them to check the severity of his wounds, and if any of his internal organs were damaged. Her brow furrowed in concentration, but she knew that there was very little she could do.

Grabbing the bottle of Vodka, she poured it over a needle and onto a rag. With the rag, she cleaned the first wound and then took the needle, preparing it. "Help him drink some of this." She said, hanging the blonde woman in front of her the vodka. It was going to hurt like hell, and that was the only anesthetic they had. She set to work, her fingers working almost in a blur as she sutured the first of his wounds with the fishing line.

"Ah, shit." She cursed under her breath, feeling inside the next wound over his chest. She knew he had punctured a lung, and they could not risk it filling with blood. "I need petroleum jelly, Vaseline. It's going to serve as a patch until we can get him to a hospital." Her fingers pressed into the wound, and she knew this was the worst kind of guerrilla medicine she had ever practiced, but still she was doing her best.

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