licensedtohunt (licensedtohunt) wrote in paxletalelogs, @ 2011-07-23 15:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | artemis, isis |
a little gauze will do wonders
Who: Toli and Audrey
What: apartment stumblings
Where: Pax Letale, main entrance; apt#403
When: 23 July, early evening.
Warnings: Foul language. LOTS of foul language.
level: complete
Fuck, her leg hurt. Toli had sprang out of bed Friday at five thirty in the morning, after only passing out two hours before, because she'd received a text that a criminal had pulled off his electronic monitoring bracelet and was loose in the state. Or Nevada. Or Mexico. And the bounty on his head was a decent price for her to make some money off commission. Thinking of the whiskey she'd be buying to celebrate, Toli had paced in front of her closet for twenty minutes before selecting a hiking outfit.
Better to pretend she was just a hiker in the mountains, right? She didn't know why she didn't go for tourist in Mexico - call it a hunch, but she was certain this man had gone east, not south. Seven grueling hours later, and she'd sussed enough information out of several of his contacts to know that he'd headed for a particular part of the mountains. Getting there was easy, getting him ... well, that was a lot harder. She'd camped out for the night, exceptionally glad that she kept a sleeping bag in her car. In the morning, she was off again, looking for a needle in a haystack. At this point she knew she'd have company soon enough, as the ones who went to Mexico first would come back and get the same information she'd had.
Luckily, she stumbled upon him first.
It took a while, and she wound up with several injuries, before she had him trussed up and in her car. Delivering him was bliss, but Toli was far too exhausted to go get some alcohol - she'd make due with what she had. At this point, her leg was no longer throbbing and was numb beyond belief. The way her shoe was stained with blood suggested he'd knifed her a lot harder than she previously assumed. The cut on her arm was okay, as was the other cut on her leg. Her cheek was blossoming blue, and she was fairly certain that her rib cage was bruised too.
Well worth it, though.
She got out of her car and slowly made her way to the entrance to Pax. Just a little further, just a little further, almost there. Once inside, she collapsed against the wall, looking over at the precious few steps to her apartment. She could do this. One little baby step at a time. Then, she was going to pour something over her leg [she didn't really have a first aid kit of any sort] and then a little gauze would be helpful. She made it two steps before hissing in pain, giving up, and sliding against the wall. A little rest, first, then she'd try again.
The elevator dinged and someone entered the lobby. "Don't even ask," Toli said as the woman looked over at her. "It's been a fucking long day."