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Tweak says, "They come to get the dead."

Bella Donna Boudreaux loves cooking and murder (poisonwine) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-01-21 21:37:00

Entry tags:

belladonna boudreaux, jonas joseph jane

Timed to Saturday Night
Who: Belle and Jonas
What: Making him not die
Where: his apartment
When: after Gilbert leaves or goes to sleep.

Belle raced through the streets of New York, a white bag in one hand, her purse in the other. She's being reckless, running across streets with hardly a glance. The cars are not important. Only getting to her destination.

When she's scared, Belle's brain takes a vacation. And she's scared for her friend. He wasn't talking sense, and something or other had happened to make this the case.

She hoped the things in her bag were all she would need.

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jonasjustjokes
2008-01-23 12:10 am UTC (link)

Jonas was lying on the floor. He'd ended up there at some point after suddenly showing up in his apartment. He didn't have a clear memory of what had happened between the woman and then, but he was making himself comfortable on his living room floor. His face was crusted with blood. The cuts on his cheek were deep. They probably weren't deep enough to scar, but they were deep enough to bleed copiously. Several fingers on his right hand were bent at odd angles. He hadn't really checked the damage, so he had no idea how bad it was, or if it was bad at all. He was conscious, but that wasn't saying much. He had yet to figure out when he planned to get up off the floor.

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	poisonwine 2008-01-23 12:54 am UTC (link)
	Belle knocked on the door, panting slightly. "Jonas?" She hoped it was loud enough to hear. She then facepalmed, and reached out telepathically. Jonas? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	jonasjustjokes 2008-01-23 01:01 am UTC (link)
	He thought he heard something, but didn't bother getting up at first. Her second approach got through, however. He flinched. That was...loud. Ow. what? He was mainly confused, and sounded tired even in his thoughts. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	poisonwine 2008-01-23 01:05 am UTC (link)
	Can you open the door? I can get it if you can't. Good, he was conscious. She was glad she'd thought to grab her lockpicks. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	jonasjustjokes 2008-01-23 01:09 am UTC (link)
	He didn't get up, and there was a pause before he responded. Okay he said after a moment. The lock on the door clicked open, and the door swung ajar. Being telekinetic means never having to get up off the floor. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	poisonwine 2008-01-23 01:12 am UTC (link)
	Belle nodded and stepped in, listening for the sound of his breathing. "Cheri?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	jonasjustjokes 2008-01-23 01:18 am UTC (link)
	He began prying himself off the floor, pushing up to a sitting position with his good hand. "Hi." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	poisonwine 2008-01-23 01:40 am UTC (link)
	She immediately felt cold and angry at who ever had done this. She knelt next to him, eyeing the cuts. And his fingers. "DO you want t' go t' de hospital? I could fix y' up a lil, but I Dunno if y' fingers would heal right." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	jonasjustjokes 2008-01-23 01:43 am UTC (link)
	He shook his head. "I don't want to go to the hospital," he said. His voice was very quiet, monotonous. He sounded not just tired, but drained of all feeling. Even the protest wasn't all that strong. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

poisonwine
2008-01-23 01:49 am UTC (link)

She nodded. "Jonas, I'm gonna set y' fingers. 'N' den I'm gonna put 'em in splints. It's gonna hurt. Do y' want me to numb de pain?"

She stroked his hair softly, eyeing his cheeks. One problem at a time. Those would need to be cleaned properly, but his fingers she could fix pretty quickly. She would take him to the hospital in the morning. She wasn't sure what they would do with a mutant here.

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	jonasjustjokes 2008-01-23 01:57 am UTC (link)
	He held still under her touch--it seemed to calm him down a bit. It was the only soothing thing he could feel, really. Everything else was jagged. "It's okay," he said, glancing up at her. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

poisonwine
2008-01-23 02:02 am UTC (link)

She nodded and kissed his forehead. Her fingers, still cold from being outside found his hand. Sitting back, she cleared her head, and set the fingers, one after the other, double checking to make sure they were lined up correctly. Her motions were quick, confident. Being raised during a war had made general first aid an invaluable skill.

She pulled a few braces out of her bag. The biggest threat to an assassin's health when in the field is smart asses deciding that broken fingers are a suitable punishment. She had enough materials to get at least a temporary fix on his hand.

Afterward she checked Jonas mentally, to see what the hell had happened.

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jonasjustjokes
2008-01-23 02:06 am UTC (link)

He watched what she was doing closely, not so much as flinching when she set his fingers. His mind dwelled on that little kiss. How sweet.

London. A woman had come along. He'd tried to run, but--the rest was like a chopped up film reel. Her coming toward him, menacing teeth glinting in the streetlight, him backing away. Getting pinned against the wall, writhing, lashing out. Questions, questions he couldn't answer. Broken fingers. Conviction. She was him and he knew she was him because she sounded like him. It was Dro. It had to be.

Then she'd left. So had he, taking a few steps before he was somehow back home, across the Atlantic and in his own living room.

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	poisonwine 2008-01-23 02:08 am UTC (link)
	Belle nodded, and hugged him close. She was going to rip that woman's head off and mount it in a trophy room. "Y' okay, ange. Y're safe now. I won't ever let no one hurt y' again." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	jonasjustjokes 2008-01-23 03:38 am UTC (link)
	Just being held by her was comforting, and he shut his eyes. It made him feel a little better, at least. It was hard for him to think straight, so this was better than talking for the moment. "Thanks," he murmured. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	poisonwine 2008-01-23 03:45 am UTC (link)
	She nodded, and stroked his hair. "I'm sorry I wasn't there t' help y'." She means it, too. "I'm gonna clean y' cuts, alright? Are there any others?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

jonasjustjokes
2008-01-23 04:00 am UTC (link)

"It's alright. You couldn't have done anything," he said quietly. He hadn't been able to fight the woman off, and, since he figured she had to have been Dro, there was no way anyone could have beaten her. He shook his head. "No." If this was the way she reacted to fresh wounds, he was glad he was wearing a turtleneck to cover his scars. It was strange, strange to receive kindness after something like this happened. He watched her with something akin to suspicion, but it was closer to plain curiosity.

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	poisonwine 2008-01-23 04:05 am UTC (link)
	"Alright." She said with a nod. "Where's y' bathroom, sweetie?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	jonasjustjokes 2008-01-23 04:07 am UTC (link)
	"Down the hall," he said, a bit louder now. His voice was hoarse. "First door on the right." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

poisonwine
2008-01-23 04:17 am UTC (link)

She nodded and stood, watching to make sure he didn't wobble, before going to the bathroom. She grabbed a few rags and got them wet, rubbing anti bacterial soap into half of them. Then she grabbed a towel and draped it over her shoulder.

"Alright, dis won't hurt as much as the fingers. I think. Never had a big cut on my face befo'." She knelt in front of him, eyeing his bloody clothes.

"After dis, I'll get y' a change o' clothes." She picked up one of the soapy rags, and cleaned his cuts, followed by one of the rags without soap. "When's de last time y' ate, ange?"

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	jonasjustjokes 2008-01-23 04:27 am UTC (link)
	He held still, again not flinching or reacting to the pain in the slightest. It was like he didn't feel it at all, like it was nothing. " 'm not sure," he said, truthfully. It had been before he'd been attacked, but he wasn't sure how long ago that had been. He had no idea how long he'd been laying on the floor. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	poisonwine 2008-01-23 04:31 am UTC (link)
	"Okay, then you need t' eat. The clothes can wait." She put large gauze bandages over his cheeks, taping them as well as she could. "Got enough energy t' stand?" He didn't look too heavy. She could probably carry him. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	jonasjustjokes 2008-01-23 04:35 am UTC (link)
	"I'm okay," he said, and pushed himself carefully to his feet. He had pins and needles from laying in an awkward position, which made him a little wobbly, but was able to hold himself up fine otherwise. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	poisonwine 2008-01-23 04:43 am UTC (link)
	Belle nodded, steadying him gently. "Alright. I'll fix y' somet'in' t' eat, Just wanted t' get you at a table." Since he would likely have a hard time holding a plate steady and eating at the same time right then. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	jonasjustjokes 2008-01-23 04:46 am UTC (link)
	((The contrast between the two logs with these two is crazy. XD)) He nodded and moved over to the table. The first couple steps were a little off, but he seemed to be moving fine by the time he reached the table. "Thank you," he said quietly. "For doing all of this." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)