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Post by Jake R. Parker on Nov 3, 2017 1:40:10 GMT -7
Jake hated graveyard shifts with a passion. For one, he didn't like leaving Aurelia alone at night. Two, staying up all night plain out sucked. Three, drunks liked to cause trouble at night. He walked into the emergency room and told the lady behind the desk to get Ingrid. Jake walked to the closest hospital bed, sat down, and chucked his broken helmet to the corner. He cursed to himself before reaching for a stray towel on a table and compressed it against the side of his bleeding forehead. Pulling his wrist to his face, he looked at the time on his watch, 1:30 AM. Ingrid walked by as he looked up, her silhouette stopping behind a curtain. Blood dripped from his head and onto his brow, trickling to his eye. All he saw was red. And the night came back to him… * It was four years ago in District 10. They were six years into the war with no end in sight. Jake was 20 and graduated two from the Peacekeeper Academy on the fast track. It wasn't by choice. He'd been just a soldier in the war, but when he turned 16, he lucked out and got into the academy. But The Capitol still need soldiers for their war, so they hurried up his training though there was little he didn't know when it came to fighting. And then they set him back into the fray. It was late at night and he was on duty. He looked down at his watch, it glowed 1:30 AM despite the rain that made it nearly impossible to see. Jake tucked his watch back in and continued to walk when he saw a figure a few paces ahead of him. The Justice Building was only down the corner, was this person headed towards it? Jake walked towards the figure quickly and pulled out his rifle, aiming at the person's back. As soon as he told them to stop, they did. Slowly they turned around to face him. The light on his helmet lit up the person’s face, though the rain made it slightly difficult to see. Jake took a step forward, his weapon dropping to his side. “Jesus Christ,” he said under his breath. The person was a young woman, but her face was battered, bruised, and bleeding. Someone had beat up this girl so bad that Jake thought she would be dead in a few hours if she stayed out here in the rain and don’t get medical attention. “Curfew was four hours ago, where do you think you’re headed?” The girl said something that Jake could barely understand, “deal?” He couldn’t take his eyes off her face, whoever had done this to her was a monster. Jake squeezed his hands into fists, anger rising inside him. The girl began to say something else but she was stuttering so bad. He wanted to take her into his arms, to pick her up and take her to safety, to warmth. He understood her now after she finished saying what she could say. The girl would give them information to save her and her sister. A deal. He tilted her face up to look at her, “I got you.” Then swinging his rifle behind him, he picked her up gently. She was light and easy to carry despite the armor he wore. As quickly as he could, he got her to the justice building and asked for medics and then called for his lieutenant. In just a few moments, the doctor’s and nurses arrived. They tried to usher Jake out of the room, but he protested, yelling at anyone who told him to leave and threatening to punch them if they tried. He wasn’t going to leave her. Jake paced the room, looking away when the girl needed privacy, but stayed in the room nonetheless. It seemed like hours before they were all finished and they were guided into a room. Jake found her a blanket to keep her warm while she waited. Jake’s lieutenant entered along with the commander. And then the girl told them everything they needed to know. Jake stayed and listened, all the while anger rising and rising inside him until he thought he was going to burst from it all. Her father had done this to her. Of anyone who could have done this, it was her father. A man who was supposed to love and care for her. It disgusted him that he could barely stay through the whole thing. When she was finished, Jake rushed out the door and went to an empty room down the hall. He paced the room for a while, trying to call himself and then a soldier came and told him he was being called on. Jake walked to where they had gathered all the soldiers and peacekeepers, informing them of their mission. Jake wasn’t anyone of real importance, then. He was assigned, by luck, to a team that would go to the girl’s house and collect the sister and father. Jake was the third to enter the house, his rifle drawn as they rushed in. They spotted the rather quickly who raised his arms up to the air and went down to his knees. Jake rushed forward and grabbed the man by the shirt before punching him. The man fell backwards easily but Jake wasn’t done with him. Jake pulled the man up to his knees again and punched him. Jake punched him over and over until the manager could no longer get up, then he started to kicking him all the while yelling and cursing. Someone pulled Jake off the man and forced him to walk away. Beating up the father made him feel slightly better but it wasn’t justice, not yet. His team was the first one back to the Justice Building. Jake found the young woman named Ingrid. She looked better than she did when he first saw her. They spoke for a few moments. Did she feel guilty for what she did? No. She didn’t. He gave her a sad smile, his hand resting on her shoulder. She would carry this for the rest of her life. He understood the pain of carrying a weight in your heart. Jake walked up to his lieutenant and whispered something in his ears. When it was the father’s turn to be executed, Jake walked forward. He pulled out his handgun, faced the man that had caused his daughters so much pain, and squeezed the trigger. He felt a heavier burden inside his chest. Even then, it still wasn’t justice. * Another trickle of blood dripped over his brows, Jake wiped it off with the towel and looked at the woman behind the curtain. When Ingrid turned to face , he gave her one of his goofy grins and shrugged as if it were just another normal night. WC: idk, mobile /1,171 Tag: one shot/ @ingrid |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2017 10:45:23 GMT -7
Ingrid was still getting used to her newish job at the hospital Or rather, the emergency room. She much preferred her job in the maternity ward but due to some... unfortunate events (blatantly telling the father he wasn't the father due to different blood types), she was moved to the emergency room. She didn't think this was justified but, if she were to protest she was more likely to lose her job instead. Jobs were a little shorthanded at the moment. Especially for a healer or nurse rather. She went from working first shift to third shift almost instantly. Something her body hadn't grown accustomed too just yet. The only plus side of the third shift in the emergency room was, the fact that most of the time they were regulars. There was one, who came in at every little pain they suffered. if it be a stomach ache or just a little paper cut. Ingrid could only assume they were originally from the Capital and didn't know what pain was. There were others, a good amount of them were bar patrons that had gotten into a scuffle. When that would happen it was either, they would nearly get into another scuffle at the hospital or they would suddenly be the best of friends while waiting to be helped. Of course, Ingrid would often have to deal with people complaining about the wait. Yes, the wait is always long due to actual emergencies happening. If you're waiting, you're probably not going to die. That guy that came in and was rushed into surgery... probably won't make it. It was late, She had just finished bandaging a burn on a patient and dismissed them after giving them their packet of information of how to take care of it without trouble. “Ingrid. Peacekeeper is requesting you.” a nurse called out and pointed towards a curtain. This wasn't the first or second time a peacekeeper has specifically requested for her. To her, It felt like most peacekeepers would request her help actually. But, that could just be her having a big head. The more she thought about it, the more she wondered if it was going to be that peacekeeper. The one that had came in a few nights ago, faking an injury just to talk to Ingrid. She shook her head, that was just a one time instance probably. She made her way other there with her clipboard in hand to document all that was wrong. Stopping just before the curtain to look for a pen. Once finding one that actually worked. She pulled the curtain back, stepped in and closed it for privacy. Her face didn't exactly drop at seeing Jake with his goofy grin, more at the fact that he was here in the ER. “Really Jake. Really?” she questioned playfully. She could clearly see the cut and started writing down several things on the clipboard. Ingrid pulled a nearby table over with several instruments on it. “now-now, let me take a look here.” she said as she pulled on rubber gloves. “Let me guess. Did that pesky stray cat attack you again?” she teased him. As she looked over the tray, double checking she had everything. She reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out form stitching thread and a needle. She didn't know how deep it was just yet but just incase. She also grabbed the stables next to it, she figured she'd give him a choice. Which kind of badass he wanted to look like. [/div] |
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Post by Jake R. Parker on Nov 5, 2017 17:05:08 GMT -7
Jake sat up straighter and tilted his head so that she could have a good look at his head. He took the towel off, blood had seeped through at least the first layer of the towel from what he could tell. He wasn’t completely sure of what the cut looked like, but he knew it at least reached from the top of his head to his eyebrow. It was one straight, or fairly straight, cut as far as Jake knew. But he hadn’t looked at a mirror yet, so he wasn’t sure. But it felt like it anyways, from where it burned and stung.
“Hey, that only happened one time, okay?” he defended himself, then added, “And it wasn’t a cat. It was like… some form of wild cat. Like maybe a descendant of tigers or something similar. It was big, bigger than a normal cat. It was.” He usually liked animals, but cats were unpredictable and he took greater caution with them than dogs. At least with dogs, you knew when you needed to be cautious and back away. But with cats, they could be aloof one second and scratch your eyes out the next. Not that that was what had happened tonight.
"But since you asked. We were doing a perimeter check, as always with the perimeter checks. It actually sounds so cliche now that I've said it... Like those stories that start out as normal and you're just minding your own business and all of the sudden--- anyways, I'm getting off topic. Stop getting me off topic. What had happened was, Zeke started to chase after something without even telling me what the hell was going on because I didn't see shit to be honest. So I run after him and the next thing I know, a door opened and I ran into it. I mean, it was a huge door. Absolutely huge. It was also probably made out of metal. And to be honest, I don't think I ran into it. I'm pretty sure a big dude hit me with a ... a ... large... metal... yeah. So. Definitely, did NOT run into a door like an idiot. Good times," he grinned. "I might have lost a little too much blood. Huh. Oxymoron. Not me. The words I used."
“Whoa whoa lady, put those staples away. I don’t feel like having a train track on my forehead. Do you see this face?” he motioned in circle with this finger, “My face is too beautiful for that kind of scarring. Sutures, please.” Maybe Zeke could pull of the staple scars, but Jake? No. His face was too pretty for that.
He’d had a lot of stitches done before. He’d also had a lot of cuts that he’d slapped a bandage on and called it a day. This was nothing new, but it still hurt and Ingrid hadn’t given him anything to numb the pain. He’d have turned it down anyways. He didn’t like to look like a pansy. A bottle of whiskey would have been nice though. “How’s your sister? Does she still hate me?” He asked, trying to pry his mind away from the pain.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2017 22:56:49 GMT -7
Ingrid couldn't help but laugh softly to herself. Remembering that time. If she recalled correctly, he thought he was going to get rabies and that this was going to be the end of himself. Thankfully, that didn't happen. She wasn't going to tell him but there was actually pretty high chance of him getting rabies at that time. Thankfully, he didn't show signs of the infection and thus, didn't need to be put down. I mean, giving the shot to take care of it... With the stapler in her hand, Ingrid clicked it a few times in a playful threatening way towards him. He wasn't wrong. Staples did leave a more noticeable scar versus just normal stitching. She turned to her little table and placed the stapler down. No one ever wanted staples anymore... She picked up the thread and needle, threading the needle took a few tries but hey, it was hard to do. “So you were hit by a large metal thing. And you just... left this... Zeke person to take care of whatever he had originally ran off to fight?” she questioned as she knotted the thread on the needle. “Also. Who is this Zeke person? How DARE you have other friends besides me. I feel so betrayed. My only close friend here, in district 2, and I have to share him with someone else. And Kristy, Alice, and Jennifer don't count because you guys smash fun bits. And they don't share the kind of close connection like we do.” with the last bit she lightly gestured to himself and herself. She turned away and pouted playfully for a moment. Before getting back to work and opened an alcohol wipe for his forehead.
“This is going to sting,” she said as she wiped the area a bit. It was bleeding still, not as bad as it had been previously it seemed though. She didn't even offer the numbing shot for this. The first time she had, he went on a long speech about how he was a strong man and strong men don't need numbing shots for stitches. Also, point out they had to take a break from the stitching because 'he was worried her hand would cramp from the stitches.' In his defense that time it was a pretty long stitching session. This was would be nowhere near this. “Oh, you know how Madeleine is,” she said. Honestly, she had no idea how Madeleine felt at the about Jake. He didn't come up in topic very much at home. “She's had a lot of orders at the blacksmith lately so she's been pretty busy. And with working third shift, I don't see her as much as before” she said as she turned and grabbed the stitching needle. “good news, You get to have the normal stitches this time. Nothing fancy required. It's not deep enough for those one-sided stitches. Thankfully. You probably won't have a scar.” She congratulated him. She also hated doing any other type of stitching so she was also kind of congratulating herself. She started to stitch his forehead back together. “So, do you plan on going back to work after this or do you want to go home because I can write you a note saying you need the rest of the night off. All up to you,” she said as she reached about halfway up his stitching requirements. Eventually, she managed to finish and knot it off. She grabbed some nearby scissors and cut the needle-free. “Now, I don't remember you getting stitches on your face before. If you don't want a scar you have to wash it in the morning and at the very least use an alcohol wipe to wipe it down after wearing your helmet for an extended period of time even if your visor is up. It needs to breath to heal correctly.” she said as grabbed the stapler. “And if it scars we can cut it open and staple it instead” she teased him once more by clicking it. She took her gloves off as she laughed heartedly and grabbed several alcohol wipes. “I'll be over in about a week or so to take a look at them and remove them if need be. If they don't fall out on their own it could cause problems with the skin around the area.” she explained. “we both know that your skin tends to... cling.... to stitches.” she chuckled to herself. [/div] |
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Post by Jake R. Parker on Nov 6, 2017 22:56:41 GMT -7
Jake's eyes widened when she clicked the stapler at him and then relaxed when she put it back down. He really did not want to look like one of those criminals with nicknames like Taserface or something similarly grotesque. Jake nodded when Ingrid recounted the story to him, then shook his head. "No. No. I did not leave him. He ran off! He was like a mad dog chasing a bone!" he said. "In my defense, I was knocked out. Also, backup came. So it all ended happily ever after."
Jake sighed and shook his head, "Not again Ing. Come on. You can't do this every time I mention someone's name. He's just my partner. WORK partner, not that kind of partner. You're my best friend, truly!" He wasn't sure how many times he'd had to say this to her. She was worse than any woman he'd ever met when it came to jealousy, and they were just friends for goodness sake! "Besides, he's an asshole," he added that part for good measure. Partly to please her, and partly because he could be just as much of a jealous friend as her.
"Do you have to use that term?" He cringed, "it sounds so... dirty. And of course they don't, because I have no idea who those women are." Ingrid had a habit of being a jealous friend, but could he blame her? He was the best looking, most amazing, guy in the district. Okay, probably not true, but he's pretty close to all those adjectives.
"Ouch," he whined at the alcohol rub. "At least she doesn't hate me. I'm glad she's got a job there, I'm still surprised she's actually a blacksmith, didn't see that coming." Jake pouted, "Oh and I was so looking forward to having a nice scar to show off to all the ladies." Jake was joking of course. Aurelia would probably kill him if he tried to show anything to the ladies. But he hadn't told Ingrid that he and Aurelia were together now. Sure she didn't know John, but he didn't want to risk him finding out somehow.
"Send me home, nurse," he grinned. He wanted to see Aurelia, even if she was already sleeping, at least they were in the same room. Her presence always made everything better, made his life better. It didn't matter if they were in deep conversation or watching the television. "Wash. Alcohol wipe. Breathe. Got it." He flinched at the sight of the stapler. Taserface. Ugh.
"Okay. And I don't understand what's so funny. Is there a joke I'm not getting?" he asked, wondering why she was chuckling. He jumped off the bed and grabbed the broken helmet he'd thrown earlier when he came in. He'd hit the door full on with the helmet, but either he was going so fast or, well he wasn't sure what the other side of the or would entail. Because every other possible possibility seemed impossible. The helmet had cracked on impact, the front breaking, and then slicing into his forehead.
"Same time tomorrow?" he winked, laughing. With the amount of time he spent at the ER, it was a wonder not everyone already knew his name. A few broken bones, a million cuts, and even a couple of gunshot wounds.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2017 20:48:45 GMT -7
 “I know right? I didn't expect it either but I mean... completely random.” Ingrid held back what she was originally going to say. She felt that her sister found some way of coping with what had happened. Suddenly taken from your home, being displaced then relocated into another completely different district. A nicer district. Where everyone in the house had their own room and then some more room! It took a while for herself to adjust to it but, was Madeleine really okay with it all? Its been a while since they've been here... Ingrid was drawn back and laughed at Jake's comment about the scar.
She was caught off guard by Jake suddenly getting up and grabbing his helmet. “WOAH Woah, Woah, where do you think you're going?” she stopped him. It almost sounded like she was offended that he was leaving so soon. “When am I going to meet this Zeke guy?” she asked putting air quotations around Zeke with her fingers. “If he even actually exists,” she added before taking a look at the clock, mostly to see what day it was.
“How about that newish restaurant midday the day after next?” she suggested. “yeah? Good alright. Pick me up about an hour or so before?”
She wasn't really giving him much of a choice, to be honest as she shot finger guns at him with a clicking noise to follow. “see you then, #1 friend”
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