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Tweak says, "We're cop-u-lating."

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
2008-03-13 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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