Problemi [Ophelia+Athena]
Posted: 11 Dec 2015, 13:26
--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
<Ophelia Sutton> Ophelia had left the club in quite a hurry, her finger nails digging into her scalp in a desperate attempt to abate an oncoming headache. She had only truthfully consumed a small amount of liquor while in club but the music was so loud and the bass so intense that it left her fleeing from the building. The cold air bit at her cheeks and nose, tinting it a soft rose hue as she turned the corner and begun to walk down the alleyway. Little did she know that she was not the only occupant. Heels clicked softly against the pavement as she trudged through, hoping to use the alley as a short cut to get back to her apartment flat on the other side.
<Cosimo Alessi> Cosimo found himself outside more often as the Winter settled in. He wanted to experience as much of the snow as possible; to enjoy it, before it got to be too much. Before he became a local, and it started to get on his nerves. Everyone kept telling him that it would happen - that his fascination could only last so long. Being of a mild, childish kind of temperament, however, Cosimo wondered if that were true. The steam did not issue from his lips as he walked - there was no heat in his body to cause it. But he dressed like a human should, with his jeans and his jacket with the collar pulled up around his neck, and his hands shoved into the pockets. Hair fell across his eyes as he walked, his gaze ahead, a cheery whistle emanating from his lips.
<Ophelia Sutton> The club she had previously been in was so damn hot that she currently did not bother to put her jacket on and slung it messily over her shoulder, the neck of the vodka bottle dangling in her hand. It was a wonder how the hell she got her hands on it. Loose pale-blonde ringlets bounced against her back and shoulders, curtaining the small girl in a blanket of her own hair. She smelled of vanilla. A candle she often had lit. It was so potent that the smell just infused with her skin and left her smelling like a bakery. As she walked down the alley, snow had begun to drift down from the sky, catching in her hair and inky-black lashes. Pulling a scar from her jacket, she neatly begun to tuck it around her throat, her attention pulled toward the task at hand and not the approaching stranger with a slight slump to his walk. He was hooded and sort of sketchy from the start. As he begun to pass her, the man reached out and grabbed her arm, pushing her up against the wall. His yellowing teeth had begun to graze over the tender flesh of her throat, a perverted groan escaping his lips. Ophelia, in pure horror, had been frozen in spot. The man smelled of... pine needles and sweat. The most disgusting mix of scents she could imagine. Without another seconds hesitation, she begun to squirm and fight back against him. However, he was too big for her small frame to move and so she simply smashed the bottle of vodka against the brick wall behind her, spattering it with liquor before she smashed him over the head with the shredded neck. He yowled and lashed out, stabbing her in the side without her realizing and then took off like a coward, leaving her to vibrate against the wall, blue eyes wide.
<Cosimo Alessi> Cosimo was nearly bowled over as he passed by an alleyway; at his back was a club, its bass thumping and the sound of laughter and reverie coming from within. There was a line out front, women scantily dressed despite the weather because .... well, Cosimo never really understood why. The man who nearly knocked Cosimo over smelled of Vodka and blood. Cosimo caught sight of his face, briefly, before he was across the road and gone - his lips and chin were smothered with blood, too. Curious, Cosimo turned down the alleyway. The scent of blood only grew stronger. Around the corner, he found her - a young girl with blood pouring from a wound in her gut. Cosimo immediately reached for his phone, to call the ambulance, approaching only so that he might also press a hand over the wound to stem the bleeding. "I will call an ambulance. It will be okay..." he said, words precise through the thick Italian accent.
<Ophelia Sutton> The girl had reached for her stomach, trying to grip at the wound that she had just noticed. She gently touched it and winced, letting out a low curse. Blood coated her delicate fingers, causing her to feel a bit dazed. She then glanced up at Cosimo, expression a mingle of fear, pain and terror. Did... he say ambulance? She let out a guttural sound of protest in the back of her throat and begun to slide down the wall, not able to hold her weight up any longer. She wasn't dressed like the other woman and wore a blouse and black leggings. With the scar and coat now messily tossed to the ground, she looked more like a wounded deer than an actual human being. With a soft whimper of pain, she leaned her head back against the brick wall, eyes screwing shut. "Don't... call them..."
<Cosimo Alessi> Cosimo didn't hesitate to reach out - to scoop her jacket from the ground so that he could use it as a sponge as he pressed it against her wound, applying pressure. All the while, he didn't take the phone away from his ear. "You need help. I have to call the ambulance," he said, thinking she was insane for not wanting him to call them. The operator picked up, asking how she might be able to help. "Si, there is a girl. She has been stabbed..."
<Ophelia Sutton> Ophelia feebly reached out and took his phone, hitting "end call" and loosely dropping it into her lap. Her head had begun to loll slightly but she was fighting to keep it up. "Hospitals scare me..." she said breathlessly. It was too much for her to handle. After all of her bad experiences, no one would ever get her into a hospital willingly. They would have to knock her out. Thinking about it, she begun to experience a panic attack. She was helpless and terrified. Breathing deeply, the girl begun to vibrate violently, panicking.
<Cosimo Alessi> A frown creased Cosimo's brow as the phone was taken from him. He did not hesitate to take it back. "Perhaps death should scare you more. It is what will happen, if you do not go to hospital," he said, scolding. He had dropped to his haunches beside the girl, and now he shifted to glance over his shoulder. As if he expected someone else might come and help him to convince her that she was being stupid. "It will be okay, si? I will come with you," he said, noticing how she had begun to shake. He did not know how the body functioned - he wondered if hers was already beginning to shut down. Again, he dialed the emergency services number and lifted the phone to his ear.
<Ophelia Sutton> Ophelia moved forward, nearly slumping on him. "Don't..." she requested desperately, her blood now soaking his clothing as well. She trembled against his body, unable to pull herself away even if she wanted to. Her forehead rested gently against his chest, her face now pale from either fear or the fact that she was losing blood. She had grabbed a fistful of his shirt, trying to pull herself up enough to grab the phone again.
<Cosimo Alessi> The Italian did his best to keep a hold of the phone, this time. To twist away just enough so that she would not be able to reach. "Please, stay still. Keep calm. You are losing too much blood," he said. The way she had slumped made it hard for him to keep applying pressure to the wound - she would only lost more blood. He held her there, hoping that perhaps a comforting embrace might help her to calm down, all the while knowing that Athena would kill them both, were she here. But that didn't stop Cosimo. The girl was too young to bleed out in an alleyway. The operator answered again. "Si - I got disconnected. It is an alley, down beside..." he started to explain where they were.
<Ophelia Sutton> Ophelia begun to make sounds that were similar to sobs, just lacking the whole tears part of it. She was definitely scared. She hated feeling so weak and would mentally kick the **** out of herself later if she lived through this. She had given up on trying to get him to stop calling. Mentally, she was preparing and reserving her energy to escape once the phone was hung up. The girl had begun to cough, spitting up blood on the pavement.
<Cosimo Alessi> "...Club Argent. Si, yes..." he answered all the questions that the operator asked, and, finally able to hang up he pushed the phone back into his pocket. Now, he could focus his energy on the girl. The scent of blood was thick, and the way she coughed it up onto the pavement had him thinking perhaps her lung had been punctured. It couldn't be good. But she was breathing, and she was alive. "They will not be long," he said, trying to shift the girl so that he could again apply pressure to the wound. "...please sit still."
<Ophelia Sutton> Ophelia settled for now lounging her back against his chest, the pressure painful but still somewhat... comforting to know that it might stop the bleeding. She wheezed slightly, her eyes shutting. Her pale hair had streaks of blood now, turning sections a bright crimson. She was still absolutely terrified. Unsure what to do, she simply waited, trying to gather herself. He wasn't going to like her trying to get away.
<Cosimo Alessi> Cosimo relaxed a little as the girl relaxed; as she finally seemed to accept the fact that an ambulance was coming. Glancing up, Cosimo noticed the snow. It was falling faster, a little thicker. How long would it take them to get here? Surely, the ambulances were fitted with chained wheels. Something, to help them get places faster. "What is your name?" he asked, trying to keep her awake and conscious before the paramedics arrived. Asking her questions that she would have to focus on to answer.
<Ophelia Sutton> "Ophelia Sutton," she replied with a soft sigh, trying to ignore the pain from the stab wound. It had to be deep. Whenever she moved, she could feel the slit open up. It was the most disgusting feeling ever. All of a sudden, she begun to pull herself to her feet, automatically grabbing onto the wall.
<Cosimo Alessi> "No, what are you doing?" he asked, trying to keep the pressure on her wound while also trying to keep her still. "You will only make it worse. Please, just stay still?" he asked. His tone was not so gentle this time. This girl seemed to have no care for her own life, her own health. "Do you want to die?" he asked, gruffly. He laid his opposite hand on her shoulder, trying to get her to stay down. Perhaps if he cared less, he might have let her go. He might not have tried to help at all, given how hard she fought against it. But, that was Cosimo's flaw - at least, so many people tried to convince him, anyway, that his care was a flaw.
<Ophelia Sutton> Ophelia begun to struggle against him. "I don't want to go to a hospital," she nearly spat the words out. It was starting to become clear how much she hated being at a hospital. "I would rather die," she said finally and pushed against him, her spare hand pushing her jacket to the ground. There was no need for it.
<Cosimo Alessi> "Then what will you do?!" he asked. It was a stupid question. She said she would prefer to die, so she would die. She would run away and she would bleed out somewhere, unless she happened to run into someone who knew what to do - who knew how to stitch up a human wound. Cosimo could try, but he would fail. The only wounds he had stitched were vampiric ones. Ones that would heal, and it didn't matter how sloppy it was. It wouldn't be fatal. With this, however? He was out of his league. "Does your life mean so little to you? Just wait," he said. It was his natural instinct to try to get her to stay. To understand reason.
<Ophelia Sutton> Ophelia had left the club in quite a hurry, her finger nails digging into her scalp in a desperate attempt to abate an oncoming headache. She had only truthfully consumed a small amount of liquor while in club but the music was so loud and the bass so intense that it left her fleeing from the building. The cold air bit at her cheeks and nose, tinting it a soft rose hue as she turned the corner and begun to walk down the alleyway. Little did she know that she was not the only occupant. Heels clicked softly against the pavement as she trudged through, hoping to use the alley as a short cut to get back to her apartment flat on the other side.
<Cosimo Alessi> Cosimo found himself outside more often as the Winter settled in. He wanted to experience as much of the snow as possible; to enjoy it, before it got to be too much. Before he became a local, and it started to get on his nerves. Everyone kept telling him that it would happen - that his fascination could only last so long. Being of a mild, childish kind of temperament, however, Cosimo wondered if that were true. The steam did not issue from his lips as he walked - there was no heat in his body to cause it. But he dressed like a human should, with his jeans and his jacket with the collar pulled up around his neck, and his hands shoved into the pockets. Hair fell across his eyes as he walked, his gaze ahead, a cheery whistle emanating from his lips.
<Ophelia Sutton> The club she had previously been in was so damn hot that she currently did not bother to put her jacket on and slung it messily over her shoulder, the neck of the vodka bottle dangling in her hand. It was a wonder how the hell she got her hands on it. Loose pale-blonde ringlets bounced against her back and shoulders, curtaining the small girl in a blanket of her own hair. She smelled of vanilla. A candle she often had lit. It was so potent that the smell just infused with her skin and left her smelling like a bakery. As she walked down the alley, snow had begun to drift down from the sky, catching in her hair and inky-black lashes. Pulling a scar from her jacket, she neatly begun to tuck it around her throat, her attention pulled toward the task at hand and not the approaching stranger with a slight slump to his walk. He was hooded and sort of sketchy from the start. As he begun to pass her, the man reached out and grabbed her arm, pushing her up against the wall. His yellowing teeth had begun to graze over the tender flesh of her throat, a perverted groan escaping his lips. Ophelia, in pure horror, had been frozen in spot. The man smelled of... pine needles and sweat. The most disgusting mix of scents she could imagine. Without another seconds hesitation, she begun to squirm and fight back against him. However, he was too big for her small frame to move and so she simply smashed the bottle of vodka against the brick wall behind her, spattering it with liquor before she smashed him over the head with the shredded neck. He yowled and lashed out, stabbing her in the side without her realizing and then took off like a coward, leaving her to vibrate against the wall, blue eyes wide.
<Cosimo Alessi> Cosimo was nearly bowled over as he passed by an alleyway; at his back was a club, its bass thumping and the sound of laughter and reverie coming from within. There was a line out front, women scantily dressed despite the weather because .... well, Cosimo never really understood why. The man who nearly knocked Cosimo over smelled of Vodka and blood. Cosimo caught sight of his face, briefly, before he was across the road and gone - his lips and chin were smothered with blood, too. Curious, Cosimo turned down the alleyway. The scent of blood only grew stronger. Around the corner, he found her - a young girl with blood pouring from a wound in her gut. Cosimo immediately reached for his phone, to call the ambulance, approaching only so that he might also press a hand over the wound to stem the bleeding. "I will call an ambulance. It will be okay..." he said, words precise through the thick Italian accent.
<Ophelia Sutton> The girl had reached for her stomach, trying to grip at the wound that she had just noticed. She gently touched it and winced, letting out a low curse. Blood coated her delicate fingers, causing her to feel a bit dazed. She then glanced up at Cosimo, expression a mingle of fear, pain and terror. Did... he say ambulance? She let out a guttural sound of protest in the back of her throat and begun to slide down the wall, not able to hold her weight up any longer. She wasn't dressed like the other woman and wore a blouse and black leggings. With the scar and coat now messily tossed to the ground, she looked more like a wounded deer than an actual human being. With a soft whimper of pain, she leaned her head back against the brick wall, eyes screwing shut. "Don't... call them..."
<Cosimo Alessi> Cosimo didn't hesitate to reach out - to scoop her jacket from the ground so that he could use it as a sponge as he pressed it against her wound, applying pressure. All the while, he didn't take the phone away from his ear. "You need help. I have to call the ambulance," he said, thinking she was insane for not wanting him to call them. The operator picked up, asking how she might be able to help. "Si, there is a girl. She has been stabbed..."
<Ophelia Sutton> Ophelia feebly reached out and took his phone, hitting "end call" and loosely dropping it into her lap. Her head had begun to loll slightly but she was fighting to keep it up. "Hospitals scare me..." she said breathlessly. It was too much for her to handle. After all of her bad experiences, no one would ever get her into a hospital willingly. They would have to knock her out. Thinking about it, she begun to experience a panic attack. She was helpless and terrified. Breathing deeply, the girl begun to vibrate violently, panicking.
<Cosimo Alessi> A frown creased Cosimo's brow as the phone was taken from him. He did not hesitate to take it back. "Perhaps death should scare you more. It is what will happen, if you do not go to hospital," he said, scolding. He had dropped to his haunches beside the girl, and now he shifted to glance over his shoulder. As if he expected someone else might come and help him to convince her that she was being stupid. "It will be okay, si? I will come with you," he said, noticing how she had begun to shake. He did not know how the body functioned - he wondered if hers was already beginning to shut down. Again, he dialed the emergency services number and lifted the phone to his ear.
<Ophelia Sutton> Ophelia moved forward, nearly slumping on him. "Don't..." she requested desperately, her blood now soaking his clothing as well. She trembled against his body, unable to pull herself away even if she wanted to. Her forehead rested gently against his chest, her face now pale from either fear or the fact that she was losing blood. She had grabbed a fistful of his shirt, trying to pull herself up enough to grab the phone again.
<Cosimo Alessi> The Italian did his best to keep a hold of the phone, this time. To twist away just enough so that she would not be able to reach. "Please, stay still. Keep calm. You are losing too much blood," he said. The way she had slumped made it hard for him to keep applying pressure to the wound - she would only lost more blood. He held her there, hoping that perhaps a comforting embrace might help her to calm down, all the while knowing that Athena would kill them both, were she here. But that didn't stop Cosimo. The girl was too young to bleed out in an alleyway. The operator answered again. "Si - I got disconnected. It is an alley, down beside..." he started to explain where they were.
<Ophelia Sutton> Ophelia begun to make sounds that were similar to sobs, just lacking the whole tears part of it. She was definitely scared. She hated feeling so weak and would mentally kick the **** out of herself later if she lived through this. She had given up on trying to get him to stop calling. Mentally, she was preparing and reserving her energy to escape once the phone was hung up. The girl had begun to cough, spitting up blood on the pavement.
<Cosimo Alessi> "...Club Argent. Si, yes..." he answered all the questions that the operator asked, and, finally able to hang up he pushed the phone back into his pocket. Now, he could focus his energy on the girl. The scent of blood was thick, and the way she coughed it up onto the pavement had him thinking perhaps her lung had been punctured. It couldn't be good. But she was breathing, and she was alive. "They will not be long," he said, trying to shift the girl so that he could again apply pressure to the wound. "...please sit still."
<Ophelia Sutton> Ophelia settled for now lounging her back against his chest, the pressure painful but still somewhat... comforting to know that it might stop the bleeding. She wheezed slightly, her eyes shutting. Her pale hair had streaks of blood now, turning sections a bright crimson. She was still absolutely terrified. Unsure what to do, she simply waited, trying to gather herself. He wasn't going to like her trying to get away.
<Cosimo Alessi> Cosimo relaxed a little as the girl relaxed; as she finally seemed to accept the fact that an ambulance was coming. Glancing up, Cosimo noticed the snow. It was falling faster, a little thicker. How long would it take them to get here? Surely, the ambulances were fitted with chained wheels. Something, to help them get places faster. "What is your name?" he asked, trying to keep her awake and conscious before the paramedics arrived. Asking her questions that she would have to focus on to answer.
<Ophelia Sutton> "Ophelia Sutton," she replied with a soft sigh, trying to ignore the pain from the stab wound. It had to be deep. Whenever she moved, she could feel the slit open up. It was the most disgusting feeling ever. All of a sudden, she begun to pull herself to her feet, automatically grabbing onto the wall.
<Cosimo Alessi> "No, what are you doing?" he asked, trying to keep the pressure on her wound while also trying to keep her still. "You will only make it worse. Please, just stay still?" he asked. His tone was not so gentle this time. This girl seemed to have no care for her own life, her own health. "Do you want to die?" he asked, gruffly. He laid his opposite hand on her shoulder, trying to get her to stay down. Perhaps if he cared less, he might have let her go. He might not have tried to help at all, given how hard she fought against it. But, that was Cosimo's flaw - at least, so many people tried to convince him, anyway, that his care was a flaw.
<Ophelia Sutton> Ophelia begun to struggle against him. "I don't want to go to a hospital," she nearly spat the words out. It was starting to become clear how much she hated being at a hospital. "I would rather die," she said finally and pushed against him, her spare hand pushing her jacket to the ground. There was no need for it.
<Cosimo Alessi> "Then what will you do?!" he asked. It was a stupid question. She said she would prefer to die, so she would die. She would run away and she would bleed out somewhere, unless she happened to run into someone who knew what to do - who knew how to stitch up a human wound. Cosimo could try, but he would fail. The only wounds he had stitched were vampiric ones. Ones that would heal, and it didn't matter how sloppy it was. It wouldn't be fatal. With this, however? He was out of his league. "Does your life mean so little to you? Just wait," he said. It was his natural instinct to try to get her to stay. To understand reason.