Synopsis
March 26, 2005 - Young stops by Bunker’s Garage to check on Abbey. Tasha shows up to treat Abbey and Orion’s wounds.
Setting
Bunker's Garage Loft:
Upon entering the backroom a set up stairs can be seen in a small enclosed hallway. At the top of the steps can be found a thick wooden door that leads to an apartment. The apartment is large, spanning across the full size of the garage below. Near the back wall can be found the bedroom which has been made thanks to some 'walls' of pull able shutters that can be opened or closed to offer privacy to whoever may live here. Three large windows can be found upon the wall to the right of door which allows natural light to flow into the room; thick curtains can be pulled closed to keep the sun out. A small kitchen to the left with simple items for cooking , instead of a table and chair there is a bar that splits the kitchen off from the main room, three stools are found to offer a place to sit. A bathroom is found near the back of the apartment and only has a large recently redone shower and the other items normally found within a bathroom. Within the center of the room can be found a TV center, it holds a TV with a stereo and speakers, a comfy couch rests within good view of the TV.
Cast
Abbey:
There's no telling what her age is, somewhere in the early twenty's if someone was to guess. Her height is about 5'9 a bit on the tall side but nothing that abnormal. Long bright red-orange, lose spiral curls are found upon her, it flows down to her mid back and can be often found pulled into a pony tail to keep it out of the way. A few lose curls fall to either side of her cheeks, and bangs rest just a bit above her eyes.
Her clothing isn't anything un-normal. A short or long sleeved shirt can be found on her depending the day or the weather, most dark colored. Black or blue ankle length jeans are found on her lower half, they tend to be a bit snug on her hips and flow down the rest of her leg. Her foot wear also depends on the weather, or what she's doing. Sneakers or boots are her choices though. A thick leather cord rests around her neck with a pewter dragon charm upon it, the two inch charm holds within its grasping forepaws is a pale blue gem. Depending on the weather is what jacket she wears a long black leather duster or a more simple leather jacket.
Three golden studs can be found upon the edge of both ears, another silver stud found in her right eyebrow. She also has a good collection of tattoos and scars. An old small slightly jagged scar rests across her right cheek, others found elsewhere on her. Black tribal like tattoo markings curl around and then down both of her forearms to circle around her wrists in a Celtic knot work pattern. Other tattoos are unseen thanks to her clothing. Her eyes are an interesting pale icy blue color; rather eerie in a way which tends to make her stand out if anyone pays enough attention to her.
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Orion:
You see a man in his mid thirties who stands a little over six feet and weighs approximately 180 pounds. One can tell by looking at him that he works out regularly. His face is rugged and has a nasty claw wound on the right side. He usually with a couple of days worth of stubble on his cheek. His hair is brownish red and cropped short, spiking up a bit on top. His eyes are deep gold and appear to be almost an unnatural shade. He bears a tattoo of a paw print on his left upper arm. When the man speaks, he has a very distinct Irish accent. It is strong, but not to the point that he is difficult to understand.
The man is wearing tight fitting blue jeans and nothing else. He has another claw wound on his left flank similar to the one on his face.
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Tasha:
Dark brown hair is usually worn down with a sweeping side part, pulled back only when on duty, setting off her icy blue eyes and contrasting with a pale complexion. Tasha's face is oval, with a strong jaw and high brow, her best features highlighted and her worst ones downplayed by careful application of impeccable make up. Her build is short but lean, carried with confidence and poise.
When not in scrubs, her attire is seldom casual, and almost always expensive. The sort of woman who just looks wrong somehow in blue jeans, she prefers slacks and skirts paired with sweaters or collared shirts. She seldom bothers with jewellery except for maybe a wristwatch or a simple gold chain around her neck.
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Young:
James Young stands just above a six foot mark and has a solid, trained build that could weigh somewhere in the range of two-hundred pounds. He is broad-shouldered and athletically muscled with strong, powerful limbs. He has dark hair, cut short to his scalp and neckline. His eyes are a simple shade of dark brown. He has a straight nose and a smooth-cheeked face with a strong chin. His dark skin is weathered and the tone holds a natural tanning, colored a rich caramel brown. Of note, a scar rests over his right eye. It hasn't hindered his eyesight but it remains nonetheless. It's a single vertical scar from brow to cheek where similar ones alongside it have faded, as if he were attacked by a clawed beast. In days passed, his lower face is lightly shadowed from lacking a shave.
At the moment, he wears a standard Dallas Police Department uniform. The general motif is a navy black with silver accents and adornments. He wears a pressed shirt over his chest, short-sleeved and neatly tucked into a pair of dark slacks. With the collar separated, the neckline of a white t-shirt is revealed. There is a patch to his right shoulder and then another to his left, standardizing his uniform, as well as a badge over the heart and name and rank to the right: James Thomas Young, Sergeant. Around his waist, he wears standardized equipment; including flashlight, handcuffs, and a SIG-Sauer P226 pistol. His shoes are utilitarian but rugged and comfortable.
Scene
The night before is over and done with and yet Abbey is still feeling the effcts of it, and will be for some time to come. She can't remember how she got home, or into the loft for that matter, all she remembers is waking up on the floor and being in loads of pain. Sam attempted to find out if she was in, she half recalls someone knocking against the door but with it being locked he didn't try to come in. Abbey was able to at least get some clothing on, not that she's really tryed to move, a tshirt and jeans was about the extent of what she was able to get a hold of. Her ribs where nearly healed, though after the fight last night there rebroken and worst then before, along with her other side being clawed up and heavly brusied from the beating. Her body hurt, her mind aches and she is half curled up upon the floor with her back against the couch, its about the only comfortable position she could find. The window to the fireescape is open, most likely how she got into the loft the night before.
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James Young smoothly slams his iconic car's door once stepping out of it, having pulled into the drive of Bunker's rather quickly after finding himself off-duty. He isn't wearing his uniform at the moment, he at least gives himself enough time in those regards, but he still carries his sidearm holstered at his side with street clothes and badge matched alongside his frame. He whistles briefly and then moves to knock on the front entrance of the building. "Abbey, it's Young. I need you to open up in there!" He pauses and then takes a step back to look towards the garage's entrance, gauging it before waiting for something, anything.
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The sound of a car approaching is piked up but Abbey doesn't seem affected by it, that is until she hears the knock to the entrance of the garage. Its a faint sound but its enough to catch her attention. She opens her eyes slowly, blinking a few times. A faint breath escapes her and she shifts only to cry out slightly at the movement.. It doesn't seem like she'll be able to get herself downstairs an get the door. Young may have to find another way in if he really wants in.
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James takes a handful of steps back in looking around and the intuition and heightened senses in him have him sniffing at the air and then snorting, slowly and carefully moving around the building up until coming to the fire escape, after setting his car's alarm. He looks towards it and then over his shoulder to the rest of the surrounding area, keen gaze focused briefly on the background of things. "The things I do for friends," comments the man idly before moving swiftly forward and jumping up to better handle moving through the fire escape. Once he's at the window though, he knocks at its open frame, crouching there and looking within to the loft. "Miss Wallace," pipes up the cop.
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Abbey takes in a slight breath once the knocking and movement below stops, perhaps who ever it is has left? A shakey gasp escapes her, fingers gripping at the floor slightly before she coughs, both sides having sharp pain in them and she mutters and lets a few cuss words fly. Her pale gaze slowly lifts at the movement at the window and she isn't sure what to expect. She shifts slowly, pushing herself up by pure force so she's sitting up, her arm wrapped around her stomach and side. There's a blink at the voice. "Young?.." Is questioned with an unsure tone. She catches the scent and sure enough its him.
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James should come barging in or something along those lines but he politely lingers at the window rather than move in further. He clears his throat loudly enough and lowers his head closer to the window's frame so that his voice can be heard while his gaze is cast off into the distant scenery around the building. "Are you decent?" He pauses and then adds, "I know you're hurt, badly, but seeing you na- well, I won't enter unless you're dressed." In the process of speaking, he has taken up his cell phone in an off-hand and begun to quickly and quietly text on it.
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Abbey leans against the couch, her head pressing against it while another hard cough escapes her. "Ya.." Is offered to the question. "I'm decent." Her eyes slip close, while the pain comes and goes. Her body attempts to deal with it but the damange is a bit to much for her. "How did you know?" Its not like she went and called anyone after all.
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"You and Orion are all over the news, same with a mysterious Bitten, alongside Miss Savoy who I met earlier in the afternoon. She's in the hospital; she'll recover in a few days, nothing overtly serious, thanks to you." As James speaks, he pockets his cell phone and then begins to slip dexterously into the apartment itself. It isn't hard for him to quietly pace himself towards Abbey and he gives a sparse look around before focusing on her, being in new surroundings and being curious of them can wait. He has a friend who's badly hurt. He comes to kneel down near to her, forearms resting over his knees. The werewolf doesn't speak up just yet.
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Abbey listions as he talks thought doesn't attempt to move from her spot, on the floor and leaning against the couch still. "Ya well.. That's what I get for not having a life. I work to much and then go out and save people in my off hours." She swallows slightly, her pale gaze opening to look towards Young once his inside the room. There isn't anything hiding in the loft from the look of it, an no sign of Steele, in fact his scent is rather faint as if he hasn't been in the room for a while. "I'm glad she'll be alright. I wasn't fully sure how badly she was hurt." Her breathing is slightly labored, and her voice low and quiet proving she's in pain.
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James lifts his worried expression into something more appreciative, and charming, but he strives for looking thankful and that's what he goes to achieve with a lightened, reassuring smile and warmth to his gaze. "I'd give you a badge if I could," he jests only briefly with that, relaxing upon a small, huffing exhale. He focuses on Abbey's face and after a moment he nods decisively. "I'm going to have to call Natasha over again, so she can treat you," he breaks off for a breath but continues without any true pause, "I need to know that you, and Orion, are going to be okay, too, alright?" He looks to the side of things, "And your dog… wherever he is right now."
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Abbey hums softly at the thought of a badge. "That would be amusing if you could.." She says with a soft tone. "I figured as much.. Hope she doesn't mind coming out to deal with a cranky wolf again." "Orion.." She pauses for a moment and lifts her head. The problem is she can't remember if Orion came all the way back to the loft or not. "I.. Well He should be here.. Somewhere." She murmurs out and her head leans back against the couch, her eyes closing at the thought of Steele. "Steele's dead.."
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James looks back towards Abbey and then looks elsewhere, debating. He ends up rising back into the fullness of his height and placing his right hand over the grip of his sidearm, using it for leverage as his other hand comes up to gesture for her to stay there. He responds in turn, "Dead? Why I mean, how?" He gives a passing look to her, conflicted, but he has to search the area for Orion just to be safe of things. With a bit of pointing towards the bedroom, he asks, "May I?"
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Abbey wasn't planning on trying to get up, she's still leaning against the couch and her eyes open slightly as she looks towards James, watching him. "Someone shot him two weeks ago.. Left him in the back for me to find." It hurts her to say this, the dog was rather important to her after all, and without him around she doesn't feel the same. "Sure.." This said to him checking in the bedroom.
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"Do you know who did it?" James idly asks this while stepping to the bedroom door and pressing his free hand to it, holding still to the handgun but with it still latched to his side he doesn't have much of an intention in drawing or otherwise using it. Instead, he innocently knocks twice and then opens it in order to peek within. He sweeps the area and then brings the door closed, glancing over his shoulder in Abbey's direction. Returning to being relaxed, satisfied as he is, he shrugs and reaches for his cell phone again in preparing to call the aforementioned medical resident. "Looks like the guy's sleeping, was breathing at least," he explains.
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Abbey is quiet on the question of who killed Steele. She knows very well who did it and she plans on getting them when ever she gets healed again. "No." Is said after a moment, though its not the most truthfully sounding no around. "Thanks fo rlooking.. At least his still breathing." Her eyes open slightly and she looks towards James. "Where you expecting someone else to be here?" Even with her eyes close she can hear his careful movements, almost as if his expecting someone to jump out of the shadows. At least that's what it seems like to her.
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James dials the number and holds the cell phone to his ear, watching Abbey as she sits there and then at her question he glances down just so he can watch himself stand there at the other end of the room. He shrugs. "Somewhat," he explains quietly, waiting for the other line to pick up. "I mean, instincts and all, I don't like surprises right now and investigating these attacks is making things a bit stir crazy around me… bloody -Hell-, answer the damn phon- hey, how're you?" Apparently, they're quick to answer when his patience briefly slips. He focuses back on Abbey for a moment. "You're a horrible liar, by the way." He adds that offhandedly with a small smile, vaguely amused.
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Abbey watches and lisitons to him, her eyes soon slipping closed once more. "No one is here but me and Orion. I would have told you." Well.. If she could recall anything from last night she would be more positive about that. "There was a strange wolf here a week ago. He attacked Murphy, one of my workers in the garage. Not sure where it got to, and Murphy is a shifter so don't have to worry about him getting furry as he already is." There's a pause and she hehs softly. "Yes well.. I'm having a bad week.. Might be why I'm so bad at lying at the moment."
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"Yeah, just head around back, use the fire escape," he says it to the person at the other end only because James doesn't want to leave Abbey just sitting there all broken and battered. He exhales and pauses on the phone, looking towards the Irish mechanic in the process before beginning to pace back and forth along the main room. He glances over to her again. "Keep on talking - have you seen the wolf any time since that day?" He turns about with a crisp pivot and turns to walk the same trail, this time looking towards the bedroom door while hanging up and pocketing the cell phone.
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Something can be heard thumping around in the next room followed by some grumbling, a yell, and some rather colorful expletives. A few minutes later Orion stumbles out of the other room wearing a pair of blue jeans and nothing else. The hip of the jeans is slowly turning red as it appears one of his wounds has reopened from the other night. He has a nasty claw scratch on his left flank and another on the right side of his face. Though the scratch goes right over his eye it appears that it is still working properly. Orion stops after exiting the bedroom, looks at Abbey and Young, and wordlessly stumbles into the kitchen to get a drink of water. The act of moving causes some of the scratches to start bleeding again.
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A short while after the instructions are given, there's the sound of someone clambering up the fire escape, and then the good doctor raps lightly upon the window-frame to get the attention of those within. "May I?" she asks, gesturing inside but waiting before setting foot within. Tasha's scrubs have been left behind today, leaving her considerably dressier, though the nice pair of pinstripe pants paired with a blouse and a matching vest are just the sort of thing she wears day-to-day. It makes her seem rather out of place as she waits on the fire escape for someone to let her in. A small black duffel bag hangs off her shoulder, with some varied medical supplies should she need them.
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"If you wear a path in the floor your gona have to fix it." Abbey offers, as she listions to James pace back an forth. "No. I didn't see it, I only caught the scent out in the alley an around the garage later on." The movement is heard and she lifts her gaze to peer towards the bedroom blinking slightly. Abs is sitting on the floor leaning against the couch, clothing a tshirt and jeans she was able to grab once coming to some hours ago. "Orion.. Sit down before you fall down.. Again." Well he fell down at some point after all! The movement at the window causes her to look towards it and catch sight of Tasha. "Come on in.. join the party.." She smirks faintly.
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"Sorry," James abruptly stops moving back and forth out of idle anxiety but it leads to him moving his hands and resting his right once more against the grip of his hip-holstered sidearm while the left comes up to rub at the back of his neck. The left hand swings forward to cover his mouth as he watches the two entrances. "Bloody Hell," is muttered under his breath and he moves his left hand down to his side to match his right. "Right," the cop adds, "That's a good suggestion to start things off before someone bleeds out."
You aren't carrying anything.
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Orion still seems a bit out of it. He does not regard anyone in the apartment and goes straight from the kitchen into the bathroom. A few minutes later there's a cry of surprise. "Holy shit! What happened to my face!?" He comes out and frowns at Abbey. "I feel like I was hit by a fucking truck, I look like I was mauled by a fucking bear, and I think someone shot me." All of this is said in a relatively calm manner. "And naturally I only have the vaguest of memories about…" He shakes his head, "No that must have been a dream. And why are they here? And…I think I owe you new sheets. Speaking of which why didn't I sleep on the couch last night?" He sighs, "Stupid Hound. And you don't look too much better off then me." He glances at the other two suspiciously. He recognizes Young, but the woman is new to him.
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As Abbey gives her leave, Tasha deftly steps over the window ledge and into the apartment, pausing a moment to dust herself off before taking a look around as she heads further into the place to come stand by James. "I see you've been taking it easy," she notes wryly to Abbey, taking in the other woman's injured state. Orion's outburst gets her attention, and she glances over, giving the shifter a somewhat haughty once over, and seeming utterly uncowed under his suspicious scrutiny. "I am here because, as you've said, you feel like you were hit by a truck, look like you were mauled by a bear, and apparently, someone has shot you, though I can't imagine why."
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Abbey gaze drifts back to Orion, all the time she isn't moving from her spot leaning upon the couch. A hard cough escapes her and it takes a moment forher to catch a breath. She winces slightly, though from her own pain or from the sudden cry from the bathroom one isn't sure. "You don't remember anything from last night?" This questioned to Orion. Of course her memory is a bit fuzzy as well but she remmebers a good amount of it at least. "I don't know how you got into the bedroom. I woke up on the floor here and this is about as far as i've gotten all day." Its hard to move when one can't breath well. She glances to Tasha, blinking slightly, a faint heh escaping her. "I swear.. the other guy hit first.." Which is actually true, the werewolf hit Mig first and she had to step in and do something about it.
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James lifts his brows at the outburst and then, with it over, angles them suspiciously in return to the looking in his direction; which, after that passing moment, has him pointing to the badge at his belt. There goes his special little ounce of authority around here. The hand then jabs a thumb in the direction of the couch where Abbey is before he looks to Tasha; "Story goes like this: Miss Savoy and one of her clients were attacked by a Bitten, she was knocked about, then the good ol' bloke went after her client, Oliver. Before that happened though, these two come in and drove the beast off, so to speak." He explains it for all three of them to hear, with him folding his arms over his chest while saying all of what happened last night. "Mignonette's stable, in the hospital, not bitten, and then you have Miss Wallace and Donnelly'ere."
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Orion frowns at Tasha and motions toward her as he speaks to Abbey again. "We don't even know her. Well, I don't know her. How do you know she's not going to…" He staggers for a moment and catches his balance. "I'm gonna sit down for a minute." Rather than sitting he just falls on the floor. After a second he manages to pick himself up into a sitting position. "I don't know." He sighs at Abbey, "But you look all fucked up, too. Oh no, I didn't attack you too now, did I?" He still seems convinced that it was him who attacked Glen last week. "I mean, I get flashes. People chasing me, sirens…And a bear? No. Something big that looked like a…A Werewolf? Like a REAL werewolf." Well no, Abbeys a real werewolf. "Like a 'The Howling' Werewolf." He half pays attention to Young. "Wait, A bittern? A bird did this to us?" He looks confusedly at Abbey "Please tell me bittern is code for something."
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"Suit yourself," is all Tasha offers to Orion as he frowns at her. She's not going to fight a shifter over the honour of fixing him up. Either he'll come around or he won't, is more or less her feelings on the matter. Instead, she turns her attention to James, listening to the story with a troubled frown. "A bitten? Nothing but trouble," she heaves with a sigh. "I'd like to know who caused that to happen." Anyone creating a werewolf in that way should be strung up, to judge from her tone. Orion gets a skeptical look, but she has no words, so she merely arches an eyebrow, and then looks slowly back to Abbey. "…Anyway. Shall I take a look?" She makes no move to go ahead with an examination until Abbey agrees, just hefts the black bag a little higher on her shoulder.
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Abbey gaze drifts from one to another before she closes her eyes feeling dizzy once more. "Orion.. She's trustworthy.. So is James. Do me a favor and just sit down and calm down?" All the talking is getting to her. "The attacker was bitten wolf, meaning a wolf bit a human and turned someone into a creature like a real werewolf." She shakes her head slightly. "You didn't attack me Orion, we both attacked the bitten that was going after the humans." It really wasn't a fair fight, especially when her ribs were still healing from the first time being busted. As to Tasha's question, she isn't about to turn down help with how she feels at the moment. "Yes.. You can." Her breathing is labored once more, all the talking may have something to do with it.
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"Right," adds James to Abbey's explanation of what he meant by 'Bitten', he nods and then continues to explain things at a lax pace. He finds himself a seat in the process of doing it. "There are two ways of being one of us, by blood and by bite. One is pure but rare and the other generally gets the human killed. You'd end up mutated and cast for a Hollywood stunt double," thus states his dryly wrung-out sarcasm before sitting down and easing back nearby, watching the others. "Those bitten and those who bite aren't…" He looks to Tasha for the appropriately inappropriate word.
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Orion watches Young and Tasha suspiciously for a minute before deciding that if Abbey trusts them than he can as well. "Wait so that werewolf thing was real?" His uncle had always told him never to bite anyone, but he had never explained why. He shakes his head slightly, deciding he'll ask Abbey about all of that later on. But then Young decides to answer any questions he would have had for her with his explanation. "Ok, well we scared it off, but it's still out there, right? I mean, that’s probably still bad." He raises a hand to wipe some of the blood off his face, there’s a bit more than he expected. "And if he did this to a wolf and a large hound, then I'm going to guess that he's a pretty big problem." After pondering for a moment he adds, "But it mauled some girl, right? Will she become one of those things now, too?"
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"They aren't right," Tasha replies succinctly, when James looks to her to finish that thought. "They're abominations." Since she has the okay from Abbey, she moves to kneel in front of the woman, withdrawing a pair of gloves from the outside pocket of the bag and quickly putting them on before she reaches out to start delicately checking the various injuries, listening to the conversation as she works. Her eyes leave Abbey for a moment to glance back over at James however, giving him a small shrug and a meaningful look. "Nothing about this is good," she replies to Orion's observation of this still being bad, though she seems reluctant to answer direct questions.
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Abbey slips quiet as she lisitons to both James and Orion, her gaze settles on Tasha watching her a few moments before glancing towards Orion. "Nothing about them is good.. That thing was out of its mind.." Abs has never had to deal with a bitten before, and she isn't sure if she wants to again seeing what happened last night. As for her wounds, her tshirt is rather lose fitting which is good because her right side is covered in rather nasty looking red0black colored brusies, her ribs are most certainly broke once again which is why she is having problems breathing again, that and the brusing. Slightly deep claw marks rest across her left side, which arn't bleeding anymore. The claw marks are the only visable wounds save for the bruises. "He'll have to be dealt with. His out to kill and doesn't care who or what it is."
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With the appropriately inappropriate response, James gives a nod of his head and leans back just so he can close his eyes and feign falling asleep. "Mignonette Savoy, she'll be okay. She wasn't bitten. You four are all over the news right now though," he starts to speak up further but leaves it at that, tilting his head back up and turning his gaze over towards Tasha and Abbey before focusing in on Orion. "But," he gives a small, casual wave of his hand now that things are falling into place, "This rules you out as one of my suspects about the attacks on the Cornetts, should celebrate or something, when you aren't bleeding everywhere."
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Orion winces and presses a hand against his hip, applying pressure to the bullet mark there. "Well what about the girl who was attacked? She would have given a description to the police. Won't they think it odd when she tells them that she was attacked by a werewolf? I mean, the pack leader specifically said not to do anything to give our species away. I'm thinking that's a pretty big flag right there." He grunts as he shifts position. "Right, the black wolf attacks. Well Abbey says that she smelled another in the garage the night Glen was attacked, though I may have taken a snap at him as well. I checked the back alley later in hound form and she was right. It smells like there was a male wolf back there. Abbey's not male and I'm not a full wolf, so that scent didn't belong."
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Tasha casts another glance back at James as the mention of police is brought up, her eyebrows lifting as she's a bit curious on that point as well. But there's work to do, so she turns back to Abbey after a moment, lowering her voice a bit to not interrupt the flow of conversation going on around them. "I'll clean up these wounds, but it looks like you will need to come in for another X-ray. I assume you know the drill by now." She reaches out to lightly and gingerly examine the ribs with gloved fingers, but there's not much she can do without a closer look at the ribs themselves. So she turns her attention to taking care of the claw marks, digging out some gauze and ointment to make sure they will continue to heal properly. "A male wolf…" she muses as she works, filing that detail away.
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"I don't think she's going to tell the cops that the wolfman attacked her in the middle of a park Orion.." Abbey offers after a moment. "She doesn't want to end up in the funny-house after all." She lifts her gaze slightly to Tasha, listioning to her. "Ya.. Sorta figured that." This said with a soft tone before the grimaces as the touches to her side even though it is soft. A slight sigh escapes her. "Thank you for the help.." She says this to Tasha after a few moments.
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"She's not going to. She's a friend of mine, and a cold, heartless defense attorney," James lowers his tone when announcing Mignonette's chosen profession and he sits up as well, clasping his hands together between his knees and leaning forward. He listens to the details as they come out and he notes them before speaking up in reply. "If it's a black wolf, I'll look into it. Don't worry," he's taking it personal, or something.
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Orion doesn’t think it sounds all that crazy, “Why should they question it? Vampires are real, aren’t they? Would it really be that much of a leap to believe in Werewolves as well?” But when the officer speaks Orion understands that they don’t have to worry about her talking. “What did the doctors say? I hope they didn’t brand this as another wolf attack. I don’t want to get shot every time I shift.” He frowns and looks over at Abbey. She looks a bit banged up, but at least her face isn’t all scratched up. He raises a hand to his face again and sighs, wincing as he traces over the claw marks with his fingers.
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"I'll see what I can find out during my shift," Tasha offers, though this seems to be directed more at James than Orion. Still, the shifter isn't entirely ignored, as he at least earns himself another look, Tasha's light gaze flickering over his own various injuries, before she turns back to finish up with Abbey. "That's all I can do for you here," she offers in response to the thank you, just giving her head a small nod. "Come by tomorrow and I'll arrange for the X-ray." She moves to stand back up, dusting off her knees, before again turning to Orion. "I'm willing to help you as well, if you won't be difficult about it," she offers, her tone not unkind but merely efficient.
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"Not really a question I should answer, but uh… with the doctors," James glances briefly in Abbey's direction and then slips off of his chair in order to find the appropriate sources of entertainment, this time it being a television for him to find the news and hopefully some sort of addition or generalized recap to all of the attacks around the city. Though, in the process, he nods in response to Abbey's thanks and then turns to fiddling with things. "Here we go." He adjusts the volume and then returns to his seat so he doesn't have to talk so much and can instead watch.
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Orion looks toward Abbey and then back to Tasha, “Yeah. If you wouldn’t mind I’d appreciate a bit of help. Sorry about being a bit rude earlier, just when you wake up bleeding with people you don’t really know in the apartment. Well, I was a bit disoriented and cranky.” The scratch on his face is not terrible, but it will probably leave a scar. The one on his flank is fairly deep and still bleeding. Most of the damage is over the ribs so his organs are probably fine. The bullet wound is on his hip, but it’s a through & through with no major internal damage. “Ah,” He looks at the TV. “They think it was a bear. Well that’ll send them on a merry goose chase for a while.”
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"Apology accepted," Tasha replies graciously, now moving over to help Orion out with his own injuries after swapping out one set of sterile gloves for another. There's a glance cast over at James, and then the television set, but she doesn't linger long before turning back to Orion, focussing on getting his injuries cleaned up while she listens to the news in the back of her mind, only speaking up to give a brief synopsis of his injuries and what she'll do to help them heal properly.
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Orion makes a few pained noises as Tasha treats his wounds, but he remains polite through the process. He too watches the news and glances over to Abbey. She appears to be asleep at the moment. “Well there’s no mention of Abbey and I. Apparently that woman didn’t even mention that we were there. That’s good, though it would have been nice if she had mentioned a black dog saved her. Maybe people would stop throwing rocks at me.”
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Tasha is at least reasonably skilled, and for all her brusque behaviour, her work isn't overly rough, though she approaches the more painful bits that need to be done without flinching or pause. "Knowing the way these things work, the media simply would have spun it into another excuse to bring up the link that exists. Your best hope is anonymity at this point." She never promised to be a ray of sunshine, anyway. As the television continues it's reporting, Tasha finishes up with the wounds, giving him a final inspection before moving to stand again. "Change the dressings once a day or whenever they become wet," she instructs, as she begins packing things back into her bag again, leaving him a roll of gauze for that purpose.
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Orion sits through the ordeal with only an occasional yelp of pain. When Tasha is finished he pats the gauze on his chest with one of his hands and winces slightly once more. “Ah, thanks a bunch. I know it’s not much in the way of thanks, but I’ve got an unopened bottle of Whiskey in that duffel over there.” In his haste to pack up some stuff the other night he had managed to remember his booze. “Oh and I don’t know if the pack was behind it, but I was being followed by all manner of shifters a few days back. Could you maybe spread the word that I am NOT that rogue wolf? That’d be great.” He manages to pick himself up and sit down on the couch. It seems like he probably won’t be moving from this spot for a while.
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Tasha considers that offer of thanks, before giving a half-shrug and glancing back at James, to see if he'll fetch the liquid payment while she finishes tidying up after herself. "You're welcome," she replies, turning back to Orion as she hefts her own bag back over her shoulder. "Stay quiet for a few days and they should heal on their own. If you experience further problems, ask for Dr. Cox at Medical City." Now that she's started this job, she'll see it through to the end. At the mention of the Pack, her eyebrow arches slightly. "I'm not a town crier. Your surest bet to get everyone off of your case would be to help find the wolf causing all these problems."
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Orion chuckles at Tasha’s suggestion of helping to find the Rogue Wolf. “I’ll help out all right, after I’m able to move without bleeding everywhere. Once he’s out of the picture I think my nights will be a lot easier.” He shifts into a laying position and leaves the TV on, listening to it in the background. “Thanks again for all your help. If you need anything from me don’t hesitate to ask. Not that I can offer anything as useful as medical skills, but still.”
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"Good," Tasha replies simply, to the idea that Orion will be helping out once he's able. Since everything now seems to be in order here, both patients resting, she prepares to take her leave, to escape back down the fire escape, as unconventional an entrance as that is. "Everyone has something to offer. I will keep it in mind," she agrees with a small nod, just ending it at that so that she can take her leave.
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Orion nods and mutters something, but it appears that he is dozing in and out of sleep. He will be sure to send some form of proper thanks to Dr. Cox once he’s back to normal, but for now the alcohol will have to suffice.
~ Fin ~
