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Post by Lena Marr on Aug 11, 2015 15:57:26 GMT
After watching the umteenth beheading by guillotine in the holo-room, Lena Marr was bored, plus she had something she had been thinking about doing since they had finished the mission in Lima. It was something she felt she had to do, and something she had to do alone. Furthermore, she knew it was something her lover, Marcel Lestrange, would not approve of, but it was something she had to do none-the-less.
Marcel was talking about power and somebody Lena had never heard of, Robs-piss-poor or some such, so she smiled prettily as she pretended to listen, while actually planning her next move, when suddenly she heard him say, "What do you want to do next, my love? Rob the rich and divide the loot between the poor?"
"I'd rather rob the rich and give to me, but it's not like its REAL loot," Replied Lena, never really learning how to play as a child, since her early childhood consisted of being either pimped out or abused, "Besides, I have a little real life errand to do! I won't be long and I promise to be right back my love!"
"I'll go with you then, and we both can come back later," Marcel said, and Lena thought that there was hint of suspicion in his voice, but she dismissed it as being her imagination.
"Damn!" Lena thought to herself. I should have figured he would want to come! Think Lena, think! What would make him not want to be anywhere near you!" Lena smiled wickedly as the solution dawned on her, "It's THE ladies' problem Marcel dear, and I don't think a virtual tampon will cut it! I have some real ones in my bag in our room, and then I'll be back and we can torture and kill some more French nobles!"
As Lena hurriedly left the holo room, she asked her EGO psyche through the telepathic link they shared, "Hope, where is the child Marla?"
"Let me tap into the base surveillance records," Replied Hope, "Marla is presently in the holo-therapy room, playing with the Vigilant's AI Lexy, who is evidently also a child," Then Hope asked with trepidation, "What are you planning Lena?"
"None of your damned business! Put Envy in charge of the EGO - now!" Ordered Lena, irritation clearly in her voice at being questioned.
Lena went straight to the therapy wing of the infirmary, not entering the holo therapy room but standing where she had a clear view into it without being easily seen herself. As Lena watched with forlorn sky blue eyes six year old Marla and the holo-child Lexy play happily, one chalk white hand clutched to her breast fingering the switchblade she had secreted in her bra, the mere touch of it giving her a sense of security.
"Kill her! Gut her like a fish!" Yelled Envy in Lena's mind, "Why should she have a happy ending after being raped as a child? We didn't! We can make it fast, or we can make it slow, I don't care! Just do it!"
"No, you don't get it," Thought Lena sadly to her EGO's psyche, "That's NOT why I have to kill her. I have to kill her to save her - to save her from all the nightmares to come, both awake and while sleeping. After I was raped at her age, I relived it almost every night - I still do. I used to awake screaming and in a cold sweat. I don't scream anymore. Besides that, look at her. This won't be the last time she is raped! She has victim written all over her - might as well have a scarlet V tattooed on her forehead. It's going to happen to her over and over and unlike me, she won't have the strength to break out of it. I might as well kill her and save her all the pain and suffering."
"It might not happen that way," Pleaded Hope in a small voice from somewhere in Lena's mind, "She has a family and friends who will protect her."
"It won't matter! The damage is already done! The nightmares will begin soon enough, if they haven't already! I'll be doing her a favor by ending them now," Thought Lena, adding sadly, "I wish someone had done me that favor."
Lena continued watching the two children play, all the while fingering the switchblade hidden in her cleavage.
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Post by Wolfram von Eschen on Aug 11, 2015 17:07:33 GMT
Wolfram von Eschen returned to his post at his office and heard Di's report about sudden visitor. Someone, a pretty and young Castithan woman was watching Lexy - their ship's childlike AI and Marla the flesh and blood Irathient girl playing together in holo room.
"Donnerwetter," muttered Wolfram. "What has become of this world? First they try to kidnap my suicidal Bioman patient and now someone rushed in the middle of the therapy seance. I have to take a look on that situation. We have serious institute here, not a verfluch Bierstube where everyone can step in as long as they have money."
Wolfram pulled the door open. Tall milk white pretty looking Castithan was there, fingering something in her cleavage. Looking there made Wolfram to gulp. First, because his heart started to pound at the sight of her ample breasts and second, because the same sight reveal a knife she was playing with. But Wolfram was an officer and gentleman after all. At least he used to be before deserting for ethical reasons and trying to sink his past into alcohol. But his friend Volodja Uljanov gave him another chance in his old age to become useful again. Now he was temporarily the third leader of this fortress and he had to act like one. Noblesse oblige!
"Excuse me Miss...Marr. Oh yes. Now I remember you. I saw you at Lady Christianna's birthday party and few times later and then you turned out to be a....Never mind that. As I see, you are allowed back into the fortress, but mind if I ask politely - What the hell you are doing in My department?"
Wolfram saw how Lena's alabaster white hand firmly grabbed the knife and started to pull it out. He could hear her muffled voice muttering something about wrong time and wrong place and insulting her lover earlier and paying for that now. Instinctively he started to look something to protect himself from approaching white predator. Yes, she was attractive looking female, but still a predator. And Wolfram was about to come her prey if something won't happen fast...
"Good day to you, Boche," he heard someone to say and heavy hand landed on his shoulder. "Lena, my love, put the knife away. You are frightening him. And frightened man is capable of doing something ...something...irrational. I missed you already and could not resist the urge to follow you."
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Aug 11, 2015 17:40:13 GMT
"Good day to you, Boche," said Marcel in mocking manner and put his hand to Wofram von Eschen's shoulder, although Wolfram was taller than him. Then he continued, but dedicated his attention to his beloved girlfriend: "Lena, my love, put the knife away. You are frightening him. And frightened man is capable of doing something ...something...irrational. I missed you already and could not resist the urge to follow you."
Marcel saw the knife and had a haunch about her intentions. In his mind he draw the line between points A and b. A marked blade of Lena with her knife and B was for Wolfram's body. Your task is to calculate when knife reached from point A to pint B and how many times it will happen.
Correct answer is...zero, because really....I mean really really reluctantly Lena released her grip around the knife and grinned wickedly. Then she stepped to Marcel, put her arms around him and gave him long and breathtaking French kiss which made Marcel's pelvic area tinkling. Especially when Lena reached her hand down and cupped his set of hardware and squeezed it gently. It was Marcel's turn to gulp now.
"I think that we should continue our conversation in my office," suggested tall and thin psychiatrist. "Not here, in front of the children. I assume why you came, Fräulein Marr. But I don't want to scare Marla. She has enough on her mind already. Kommen Sie, bitte." His last words sounded like an order and made both Lena and Marcel to leave the room with no obvious reason. Only because he said so. Wolfram followed them after looking at playing children and smiling to them all - Lexy, Marla and Di (holographic assistant of psychiatric department) who was keeping her eye on girls.
After they reached his office, Wolfram offered them politely a seat. After that he sat behind his desk, watching how Marcel put his hand protectively around her shoulders. Then he looked Lena deeply into her long lashed sky blue eyes and asked: "Can you explain me why your solution is the best way to solve problems?"
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Post by Lena Marr on Aug 11, 2015 19:51:17 GMT
"Oooooh! Question and answer time!" began Lena, a wicked twinkle appearing in her long lashed sky blue eyes that matched her wicked grin."I had such fun as a child playing this game with the state therapists at the Lima orphanage. Will you also show me pretty ink blot pictures after we play it? No matter. The answer to your question is permanent. My solution is a permanent one to every problem. Haven't you heard, dead men tell not tales! And dead girls have no nightmares." Lena looked wistfully at the closed office door with large unblinking sky blue eyes as her grin disappeared, knowing her small target was just outside it, adding, "Live girls that go through what she did have nightmares every night. And every day. And after the nightmare, comes the screaming. Every night. And every day. The screaming will eventually stop, but the nightmares never will." Lena turned and leaned forward, her dead eyes staring straight into Wolfram's soul as she said huskily, "Lie to me Doctor. Tell me you can stop her nightmares. I can tell in your eyes you can't even stop your own. Shall I stop both your and Marla's nightmares? I think my solution would bring you both peace - permanently." Lena leaned back onto her chair, crossing her legs seductively and grinning without humor once again. During the war, Wolfram once saw a corpse sporting a smile caused by rigor mortis that looked eeerily like that on Lena's pretty chalk white face. At this moment in time, Wolfram imagined that Lena appeared as the perfect personification of Death, and a chill crept up his spine. "You know, you avoided my permanent solution earlier after insulting Marcel, only because he insisted on it. Most never get a second chance from me," Said Lena leaning forward again, this time making sure he had a clear view of her ample cleavage as she removed the switchblade knife with one delicate alabaster hand, flicking it open with a quick jerk. "I'm willing to in this case if you just walk away. I assume nobody has told you about me, and I'm willing to forgive your ignorance - just this once. I'm a psychopathic killer. Or is is a sociopathic killer? I always get those confused. Never mind! Thing is, people think I just kill people fo no reason - but I ALWAYS have a reason! It might be scrip, or pride, or maybe they just offended me at the moment. Soemtimes... sometimes... my reason is more noble. Like today - today I'm protecting the innocent!" Lena leaned back again and laughed, a hollow and frightening laugh, as she cleaned her red poilshed fingernails with the point of her knife and said, "Just call me Belle Starr!"  |
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Post by Wolfram von Eschen on Aug 11, 2015 20:09:14 GMT
"No Rorschach test today, Fräulein Marr," replied Wolfram. "And if you are not mind then let ME to decide what becomes of MY life. By the way - Marla has a chance to recover from her trauma because unlike you, Fräulein Marr, she has better environment and people who care about her. You obviously hadn't any of that. Until NOW. At moment you settled yourself into this safe and comfortable place and you have someone who cares about you by your side right now. This French gentlemen here, who still haven't realized that I am not ein verdammt Deutsch. His body language tells me a lot.
Maybe you think that it's too late for you, but I don't believe it actually. It wasn't too late even for me, Fräulein Marr, and it's DEFINITELY too late for Marla. Verstehen, Sie? I mean - do you understand? You see things from your position and you really thought that you will do something good. I appreciate your good intentions, but I do hope that you will let me try some relatively orthodox methods instead of your radical ones. Relatively orthodox because one of my friends - Volodja Uljanov - has taught me something - it's never too late learning something new."
Wolfram already tried to memorize her remarks (about Belle Starr for example). Call it a professional cretinism if you like, but Wolfram already imagined her as his patient. Creepy one, but still a patient. Maybe this French too, because his otherwise unblinking eyelids twitched slightly and he pressed his teeth together when Wolfram mentioned Volodja. They made chills to run by his spine, but that meant one more thing - Wolfram finally got his spine back after several years.
After finishing what he had to say, Wolfram looked seriously both members of the duo from Hell and waited Lena's reply. Marcel's opinion would have also been interesting, but at moment Lena was the centre of his attention and Marcel had to swallow it. With his pride.
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Post by Lena Marr on Aug 11, 2015 20:43:21 GMT
"Yesss," Lena hissed like a snake as she grabbed Marcel's hand tightly with her free one, "Marcel cares and I love him for it, but I'm not the patient we are discussing here, Doctor. Marla is. My solution is permanent. Yours maybe, might, in time, eventually, in some way, work. Or not. In the meantime, while you mentally prod and probe the poor child, hoping that your voodoo magic will work, she suffers. With my solution, she will no longer suffer - ever - again!" Lena casually stabbed her right breast with the sharp point of her switchblade and Wolfram watched with frozen fascination as a single drop of blood slowly left a pink trail down the rounded slope of it as she remarked, "You psychiatrists always think you can fix broken people but you can't. Broken people stay broken until the end of their lives. You, Doctor, are broken. I can see it in your haunted eyes and smell on your breath your self-prescribed medicine. My guess is you were broken during the Pale Wars as so many of your age were, but have all your machnations fixed yourself? I sincerely doubt it! I can help you with that if you like with my permanent solution! I can make it quick! A quick thrust of the knife and you'll bleed out in seconds! Or I can make it slow, if you prefer to relish the pain, as some do!" Lena's death's head grin broadened as she said, "You know Doctor, all but one of the eight voices in my head say I should kill you right now and be done with it, and Hope doesn't count because she is SUCH a wuss. But... I'm rather enjoying the conversation we are having! It's been a long time since I've played this cat and mouse verbal sparring with a professional such as yourself! Please, continue, and explain why your solution for Marla is better than mine. I got the whole better environment and people who care for her, blah, blah, but as you well know, environments change for the worse and people leave, whether they want to or not, so how is your solution better than my permanent one?" Lena flicked her switchblade knife open and closed, waiting for Wolfram's response, and Hope hoped that it would be a good one.  |
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Post by Wolfram von Eschen on Aug 11, 2015 20:49:25 GMT
"Thank you, but I will pass," said Wolfram. "And I think that Marla will be all right after her therapy. She has a supportive family. At least now she has. I don't judge my colleges in Southern America, but they could not give you something Marla has right now - love, care and friends. You should try that too now, Fräulein Marr. And can you kindly put your knife away. It breaks your concentration when you play with something during conversation."
Lena was right about his nightmares though. During several years he just drank, trying to lose himself into the sea of alcohol. But now things WERE changing. He even got rid of his agoraphobia and started to gain his self esteem back. And he kept drinking but only because his organism was used to it and he actually started to enjoy the alcohol for alcohol now. He turned into enthusiastic consumer. Especially when it was about his self distilled Schnapps he valued most. Especially when Volodja's Brandy was a big No-No now. So there was a hope. Even for Lena and other lost souls.
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Post by Lena Marr on Aug 11, 2015 21:18:26 GMT
"YOU HAVEN'T ANSWERED THE QUESTION DOCTOR!" Lena said loudly through tightly clenched teeth, the muscles in her chalk white cheeks quivering in tension as she did. "Supportive family die or go away! Good environments turn bad! If we have learned anything in this post apocalyptic word its that! Death is commonplace now, because it is the only permanent solution left! At least I would make Marla's inevitable death quick and painless, rather then leave her to a lifetime of nightmares and being victimized by those around her! What are you going to say to her in therapy, Doctor, that every thing will get better? Have you looked out your window lately? That's a lie and you are a lier if you do! It might get better for a monent, but then the world goes back to it's norm, and a hellbug eats your face, or a cyborg crazy dissects you for parts, or any of a million ways to die happen in our brave new world!" Pink tears began to flow down Lena's pretty alabaster cheeks as she wailed, "I know for a fact that although I'm happy at the moment because Marcel loves me, he'll be gone as soon as I turn my back! Either the aforementioned hellbug eats his face or one of the other million plus ways to die happens to him or he finds a prettier or less damaged Lena out there and runs away with her - sooner or later he'll leave me! Happiness is fleeting, pain is forever! Lie to me Doctor and tell me that's not true!" Lena thrust the knife point first into Wolfram's desk and left it shaking there, as she turned embracing Marcel and holding on to him tight as if he were a dream that would disappear if she let go, her white haired head against his shoulder as her lush lips whispered emphatically, "Lie to me and tell me that what I said isn't true."  |
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Post by Vo Kshaa on Aug 11, 2015 21:56:18 GMT
"Miss Starr", Esthete Sr. replied to Belle, his voice sounded somewhat sad but at the same time less stiff as if he finally stopped evaluating each word before voicing them, "Now I remember thinking of something like that long ago. I don't even remember the conclusion I made at that time and I can't see how I could put your postulates into my equations Even if I feel there's some sense in them or, to be correct, they have more sense than all my equations altogether. That means you're right Miss Starr, and my younger counterpart is right too. I'm deeply flawed indeed and I must step aside and successor takes the control of the City. Thank you for your cooperation."
All the drones down there on the streets which weren't doing any immediate tasks stopped for a minute, displaying the Esthete Sr.'s face as he transferred his message.
"This is Esthete. Alert. Unrecoverable error found in the decision making algorithm. A backup AI is invoked to take the control. The system prophylactic restart schedule was restored. Sorry for the inconvenience."
The screens turned off for a brief moment and after that they flickered on again to show a young Indogene face on them, as he transferred his message in deep but much less authoritarian voice.
"Greetings, citizens and guests of Red Deer. This is Esthete. The system restore has completed successfully. Sorry for the inconvenience again. All tasks will be resumed now."
The drones continued on their tasks they were doing while Esthete Jr. went on with his announcement, "I have just informed the Inner Circle about the settlement below our city. We will elaborate a road map to integrate them in our society as soon as it's possible. From now on, all contacts with people from the underground settlement are allowed. Any penalties for interacting with them are revoked. Any penalties for spreading misinformation are revoked.
I am also aware of the tensions with the Gulanee and Biomen Empire and we're taking all the possible measures to resolve the situation peacefully and clear all misunderstandings. The city protection systems will remain on high alert for a short time until we get the reply on our peaceful proposals. Please stay tuned for future announcements."
"Belle, I don't know what you said to him, but he left all the access codes and data intact for me to replace him without any delays", Esthete Jr. sent to her, "To tell the truth, he left the City in a complete mess. Three more months of this and the economy would start crumbling into oblivion. I count it would be a busy week or two for all of the government to fix things up. Thank you Belle and thanks to all your team."
"Nice place you have here", Esthete Jr. said, looking around the virtual garage, in the center of which a 3D model of Lu's Hellblazer stood with all its damages listed and marked.
"Oww", mumbled Shirra, looking at him from the inspection pit, scratching her head she had just bumped into the bottom of the truck, "You know, you're the top hat now and all, but you still need to learn to knock before you enter."
"Sorry, got tired of all the connections I had to establish with people in charge to help me set the City back on rails", he said in apologetic tone, helping her out of the pit. "You know I've just come to thank you personally. You were the first kind soul to see me in the network who didn't try to kill me thinking I'm a virus or something. You made me believe I really can succeed in the task I was programmed for and moreover, that it would be beneficial to the people I had sworn to help and protect."
He embraced her and gave her a quick and somewhat awkward kiss on the lips, after which she stared at him and blinked in surprise.
"I'll ask Doc, emm, Yol, if I can rewrite a backup image again from this state so that I could remember this moment forever. Have a nice day Shirra, I have so many tasks to attend to…" Then he quickly nodded and disappeared, leaving the EGO girl stunned, scratching her head and still blinking in surprise.
Meanwhile Vo Kshaa finally reached the spacecraft and opened the door, seeing Belle on the floor covered with a blanket and Sandy with her SMG ready to protect her.
"Just got an all clear from Esthete Junior", he said to both of them and added for Sandy, "Esthete is a kind of Top Hat here. Long story, I'll tell later. Or someone else will if I am too busy. Keep to my side please just in case. I don't expect any resistance anymore, but one can't be too careful".
He kneeled over Belle and picked her up gently. "I'm so glad to see you alive!" he said, smiling at her and looking into her eyes, "Come, I think we won this fight. Now you'll have some rest and recover. Volo was injured too but he'll be fine." He put her on the automated ambulance cart as cerefully as he had picked her up and took the lead down from the roof to the top floor, and further to the hospital room Esthete marked for him as the best equipped one. "Volo, you may come with us down here now and have your treatment and rest too", he sent to him, "And thank you for your service". He actually was happy to see someone alive there as the personnel started to return to their posts after the alarm was turned off.
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Post by Belle Starr on Aug 11, 2015 23:21:43 GMT
"Belle, I don't know what you said to him, but he left all the access codes and data intact for me to replace him without any delays", Esthete Jr. sent to her, "To tell the truth, he left the City in a complete mess. Three more months of this and the economy would start crumbling into oblivion. I count it would be a busy week or two for all of the government to fix things up. Thank you Belle and thanks to all your team."
Belle Starr had Alfred, her EGO psyche, sent a recording of her "freedom" conversation with Esthete Sr. to Esthete Jr. and her team mates, so that they would know what happened, but she added privately to Esthete Jr, "Just promise me y'all play that speech anytime you feel like you are losing perspective of what's important to the people of Red Deer! I sure as shooting don't want to come down here again to haul y'alls fat out of the fire!"
Belle smiled weakly as Vo kneeled over her and picked her up gently. "I'm so glad to see you alive!" he said, smiling at her and looking into her eyes, "Come, I think we won this fight. Now you'll have some rest and recover. Volo was injured too but he'll be fine."
"That's great!" Belle, her face even paler than normal, answered in a low tone, her speech slurring as she got drowzy, "But I'm not feeling so good! I think I'll take a little nap!"
As Belle fell into unconsciousness, Vo put her on the automated ambulance cart as carefully as he had picked her up and took the lead down from the roof to the top floor, and further to the hospital room Esthete marked for him as the best equipped one. Soon after he arrived there and got her into a hospital bed, Donald Trump, the Indogine VBI representaive came into the room in a frantic state, although he had enough sense to introduce himself and show Vo and Sandy his credentials.
"I hurried here as soon as I heard Director Starr was being brought here." Uttered an excited Donald Trump, "I'm afraid I have some bad news! Ms. Mac Gyver left in the VBI plane as soon as the razor rain storm broke, but it went off the radar soon after she left! I'm afraid her plane has gone down!"
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Post by Wolfram von Eschen on Aug 12, 2015 4:29:29 GMT
"Fräulein Marr. Your are deceiving yourself at moment. You obviously want a piece of happiness, but you don't dare to ask for it. And you don't even dare to take it in your....charmingly violent way. Death is part of our lives and finds us sooner or later, but if you open your eyes then you can see one elderly gentleman in front of you. How many elderly gentleman you can see lately? Not very much but here are few of us left. I survived...thanks to my friends and well chosen hideouts mostly. But I am still alive. Deciding from the looks of our French lover, I may say, that he experienced a lot and yet he is alive and in a good shape. And that way he holds you....I can assure that he is not intending to let you go any time soon. Miss Widowmaker is alive although she has been fighting herself through the Pale Wars. My friend Volodja Uljanov is alive - he is natural in getting into trouble but he isn't dead yet against all odds. There is enough evidence to prove my point that survival is possible even in post apocalyptic world. As long as you want that. There is even happiness in this post apocalyptic world. It's up to you if you consider it all to be one big lie, but sometimes even good lies are better than a bitter truth. If I lie to you then I believe these lies to be true."
Wolfram lowered himself back to his seat. During his speech he was standing up. He wasn't sure why. Maybe he developed himself a new complex. The Demosthenes complex. Anyway it seemed better than having an Oedipus. And why the hell he was thinking in terms of psychoanalysis?
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Post by Lena Marr on Aug 12, 2015 4:52:40 GMT
Lena Marr sat straight up in her seat, wiped the tears off her face, and grinned as she stared at the doctor with unblinking sky blue eyes, replying cheerfully, "I lie, you lie, he, she or it lies! Of course I lie! It's what I do! I'm crazy as a loon, hadn't you heard?"
Lena pulled the switchblade knife out of Wolframs desk, closing it and secreting it back in her bra, saying nonchalantly, "Anyway, this whole thing was a lie! I was never going to kill anybody, at least not today! Why would I do something like that and mess up the cool setup Marcel and I have here? Hot showers, soft bed, maid service - give that all up just to play do-gooder for some kid I hardly know? Well, that would just be crazy!"
Lena stood up and lanquidly stretched, intentionally showing off her shaply body in a seductive manner, than immediately bent over and took Wolfram's hand in both of hers, shaking it in a business like fashion, saying, "Thanks Doc for playing along! I get bored so easily! Anyway, carry on doing whatever it is you do here! Smoke 'em if you got 'em! Live long and prosper! Defiance and all that!"
With that, she turned on her heel and marched out of Wolfram's office, stopping only for a second when she heard the children laughing as they played, her wicked grin disappearing briefly replaced with an infinitely sad look on her pretty Castithan face; but it was only there for a moment before she walked quickly back to the holo-room, a mischevious smile back on her chalk white face as she thought about what havoc she might wrought there.
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Aug 12, 2015 4:53:27 GMT
Volodja rolled himself away from his position. He felt really tired after being last man...sitting on a wheelchair. Little shivers from his blood loss weren't exactly a joy either. His mind might been lost into higher spheres but his body was earthly as a body can be and reminded him about being injured. His right hand went on the steering panel and he started to move smoothly around the hospital corridors.
Finally he found the right place and rolled through the door. Still only few medics around, he had to disturb Belle's privacy and let them patch his leg near her hospital bed. Blood transfusion could wait. First thing first. Deciding from the looks, medics had in their eyes, Volodja realized that at moment he wasn't their favourite patient. They would have probably preferred to see someone much cleaner and definitely more precise patient who arrives to look for a treatment on time, not later. It was only a matter of seconds when Volodja was pulled out from his chair, put into the next bed and couple of torturers in lab coats and paper clothing were busy unwrapping his leg, cleaning his wounds and so on.
Volodja looked at the Sleeping Beauty and could not resist an urge to touch her hand gently. But that touch was interrupted by the Donald Trump (An Indogene who was not related to any other Donald Trumps), hurrying in and telling about Chloe's disappearance. Volodja looked at the medics around him and said:
"Fix me up, pump full of pain killers and I am as good as new. Then I can help the rest of the gang to find Chloe. I owe her a lot and even if I have to sit in this chair and play FDR or Stephen Hawking. I can still be a help. Besides I won't disturb Belle with my presence then."
If looks in medics eyes could...not to kill but knock someone out they probably would have done it. At least message was clear: "This guy probably climbs out from his own death bed, trying to be useful to the last. He is a troublemaker. Our troublemaker, but still a one."
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Post by Wolfram von Eschen on Aug 12, 2015 5:29:31 GMT
"What the hell was that?" asked Wolfram from himself. "I have seen mental cases, but Lena Marr beats them all. Somehow I believe that it's not our final meeting."
Then he discovered that Marcel Lestrange sat where Lena left him and shouted at him: "Hey, Frenchman. You better go after your girlfriend before she messes more things up. And if you ever need any kind of help then you know where my office is. Don't hesitate to come. You had no problem with trespassing during your first visit."
"Thank you for your kind offer, Monsieur," replied Marcel calmly with an icy politeness. "I am perfectly fine and functional. I do not have to envy anyone. And...Maybe I will consider your kind offer after all, Monsieur. I do care about her and I will do anything to make her happy." Marcel took out his wallet and tossed some notes to Wolfram's table. "A small fee for your unexpected consultation. I do hope you are discreet as a Doctor should be and keep our little secrets OURS. Actually..." Marcel tossed couple of more notes to the table: "Buy yourself a new table. Oak is nice." Then he went after Lena.
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Aug 12, 2015 6:04:40 GMT
Marcel Lestrange closed the door after him and went after Lena, thinking: "You may be damaged, but I do love you Lena." Everything was so new and confusing to him. Everything was less complicated when he was back in Europe. He just acted by his better judgement which usually meant serving his own interests. But now Marcel mind developed a new category of thinking patterns. He thought about THEM, meaning Lena and himself. Now there were THEIR interests and dreams and wishes and needs to fulfil. And if Lena is happy then...Merde! It was SO complicated!
He decided to put these thoughts aside for awhile and have some action with Lena instead. She seemed to in holo training room again. Maybe she lets Marcel to join her so they could have some innocent fun by pillaging or doing other things. As long they were together.
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