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Post by Dia on Dec 8, 2015 3:44:15 GMT
"Hey, what's-- What's wrong?"
"M-my chest... It burns..." Rowan whispers, eyes squeezing shut as she clutches at her shirt, breaths shallow, tensing more with each second that passes, pain growing, barely audible "Gun... In bag..." she gasps, hair falling in her face "Leave me.."
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Post by Dresden on Dec 8, 2015 3:55:02 GMT
"M-my chest... It burns... Gun... In bag... Leave me.."
"Sorry, I can't do that, Princess," he murmurs, though he takes the gun from the back and checks the magazine, loads it, cocks it and flips the safety off as he steps behind her and raises it, ready to fire. He can hear them causing havoc down below, tearing things apart and knocking things over, but none has started up the stairs yet.
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Post by Dia on Dec 8, 2015 4:00:51 GMT
"Sorry, I can't do that, Princess,"
Eyes cracking open, Rowan exhales shakily, hand pulling her shirt down a little so she can see just below her collarbone, bites back a cry when another wave of pain hits her then fades, gaze wavering as she stares at the mark, no.. Tattoo that's now there "What is this..." she asks, voice slipping "What's going on.."
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Post by Dresden on Dec 8, 2015 4:18:02 GMT
"What is this... What's going on.."
He fires a shot as one tries to climb the barricade. "Are you okay to move? I'll explain once we get out of here." He shoots again, then turns to her quickly and eyes her, seeing the mark as his wrists burn a little more sharply, his jaw ticking.
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Post by Dia on Dec 8, 2015 4:28:39 GMT
"Are you okay to move? I'll explain once we get out of here."
"I think so..." Rowan whispers, hand pressed to her chest as she straightens, inhaling shakily as she stumbles towards him, movements uncoordinated
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Post by Dresden on Dec 8, 2015 4:48:00 GMT
"I think so..."
"Then let's go." He tucks the gun into his jeans and starts climbing, pausing and looking down in case Row needs help,often pulling the gun and shooting those who make it through.
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Post by Dia on Dec 8, 2015 5:11:08 GMT
"Then let's go."
"Don't waste all the ammo.." Rowan whispers quietly, stopping once during the climb when a small fit of cough hits her, eyes wavering when it passes quicker than usual
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Post by Dresden on Dec 8, 2015 5:18:41 GMT
"Don't waste all the ammo.."
"I have more stashed," he replies, tucking the gun back as he reaches the top where the open window is. He turns and offers a hand to her, grey eyes bright.
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Post by Dia on Dec 8, 2015 5:25:38 GMT
"I have more stashed,"
"Must be nice..." Rowan murmurs hesitantly, green eyes wavering as she takes his hand, face still slightly red from crying
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Post by Dresden on Dec 8, 2015 5:29:56 GMT
"Must be nice..."
"A gift and a curse." He pulls her up and lead her through the window, then closes it behind them. Not long after that, he could hear the bandits inside starting to yell, and he quickly starts across the roof. "Come on."
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Post by Dia on Dec 8, 2015 5:33:35 GMT
"A gift and a curse. Come on."
Running across the roof with him, Rowan looks ahead at the lightning sky, green eyes out of focus "Did you know him?" she asks quietly, distracted "Gerome.."
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Post by Dresden on Dec 8, 2015 5:42:46 GMT
"Did you know him? Gerome.."
"He was a doctor a few compounds over," Zale says effortlessly. "He treated me several times, and saved my life once. I heard the rumor about the bandits going to storm the library in search of a stash of something, and I wanted to warn him before then. Bandits and thugs nowadays are willing to kill anyone anymore, and, well, I thought I was going to save his life like he had mine."
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Post by Dia on Dec 8, 2015 5:48:21 GMT
"He was a doctor a few compounds over. He treated me several times, and saved my life once. I heard the rumor about the bandits going to storm the library in search of a stash of something, and I wanted to warn him before then. Bandits and thugs nowadays are willing to kill anyone anymore, and, well, I thought I was going to save his life like he had mine."
"...I see." Rowan murmurs, slowing to a stop, green eyes trained on his back as she reaches into her pack behind her and pulls out a knife, expression growing lifeless as she resumes walking forward "And just what is it he treated you for, again?"
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Post by Dresden on Dec 8, 2015 5:52:59 GMT
"...I see. And just what is it he treated you for, again?"
"Pneumonia," he replies, a small grimace crossing his face as the burn at his wrist gets worse. "I couldn't shake it, and my brother wasn't very knowledgeable on the herbs that Gerome knew. We tried what we could, but it was Gerome who helped me get over it." He hears movement behind him, but he doesn't change his pace.
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Post by Dia on Dec 8, 2015 12:55:52 GMT
"Pneumonia. I couldn't shake it, and my brother wasn't very knowledgeable on the herbs that Gerome knew. We tried what we could, but it was Gerome who helped me get over it."
Steps pausing a moment, Rowan's face shadows before she walks closer to him, tip of the knife pressing into the curve of his back near his spine, just enough to know it's there, not drawing blood "You know, I don't believe you." she whispers, voice low "My gun, please."
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