NATHANIEL CONNERS
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Post by NATHANIEL CONNERS on Mar 11, 2012 21:43:26 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style= font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: AC5E37; text-shadow: #555555 -1px -1px 1px; letter-spacing: -3px; margin-bottom: -45px]Atonement can[/style][style= font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; color: 000000; text-shadow: #555555 -1px -1px 1px; margin-top: 20px]comfort my blackened soul...[/style] [style= height: 500px; width: 320px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/nmvLL.png); border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px]
[style= height: 410px; padding: 5px; width: 260px; background-color: D5D7E1; opacity: .9; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; overflow: auto; color: 444444; margin-left: 10px]48 hours in intensive care later, Nathan was finally conscious. He remembered roughly their trip here on the rose was not easy. It was only because they knew the ocean ways between their own blue enough to steer them at least in the general direction of Micqueot. Now, he was simply just waking up.... The trip had sucked on ice, not to make fun of the biting cold of this region of course. He had come in with a heavy infection, both from the use of alcohol as a sterilization tool and of course not having clean clothing or completely clean bandaging for three days straight. Luckily, something wanted him to stick around this world for a while longer, because after that trip and them just pulling into Micqueot, he had passed out. 2 whole days he was unconscious, a fever, among other wounds from the sword shots he took back in Lyneel. He was lucky to be alive, thanks in no small part to Mai. The young woman who's name he had barely learned not an hour before fighting for her life as well as his own... Former or no, a marine was in his blood.
"Ugh..." The first sound he made in 2 days save for breathing, and it sounded like whatever painkillers he was on, had worn off. Pulling his right leg up a tad, he bent a stiff leg at the knee and started to sit up, slowly. He could nearly feel his bones creaking as he moved, a good sign that he had been completely immobile for a good bit of time. "Definitely not doing that again..." He grumbled to himself, licking his dried lips. As far as he could tell, no one was in the room, all 5% of it that he could see. His eyes were still unfocused, a little dull and sore from the bright hospital lights. He had a tube in his arm dripping a clear fluid down an IV, most likely water or some kind of vitamin fluid to keep his body nourished.
It was about that moment that he felt his heart skip a beat. Someone had brought him here, of that he was certain. Rebecca or Mai had to be around here somewhere, unless they dropped him off and decided to go on about town. Either way, he sighed, looking down at his poor state. Terrible 5 o clock shadow thanks to over a week without a shave, his chest was bandaged completely, from his waist line up and over his chest and right shoulder, with bandages on his arms, one on his cheek and another on his left shoulder as well.
"You would swear I ran through a meat grinder..."[/style] [/style][style= font-family: verdana; font-size: 6px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center]coded by JIN of PRE & OTE[/style][/style] | [style= height: 400px; width: 150px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/Lje6K.png); margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 30px; border: 3px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px][/style] [style= border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px; margin-top: -14px; margin-left: 23px; height: 60px; width: 120px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px]TAGS whomever COUNT how many? NOTES you should have enough room here to say something, but don't go writing a novel, yeah?[/style] |
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Post by MAI MIKUMO on Mar 11, 2012 22:29:39 GMT -5
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"He's conscious. . ."
Comforting words spoken by the doctor who was tending to her savior's treatment. Mai, torturing herself with guilt and the inevitable trail of what ifs was setting outside of Nathan's room, just waiting for the chance to see his well being first hand. She let out a deep sigh in relief, being reassured that his wounds would heal fine without complication. Watching the white coat walk off to tend to other matters, Mai would rise to walk in to the medical room, breathing in that sterilized air, no doubt suitable for a patient. Despite knowing his inevitable full recovery, she wore the worried expression clean across her face, as she'd take a seat in a charge beside his bed. She opened her mouth as to try and speak but soon closed it, clearly at a lost for words. She swallowed hard, trying to prevent her emotions for overriding her stature. Her eyes wandered away from him, occasionally glancing at patched wound. She closed her eyes, mustered up the courage she needed and tried to put on a less worrisome look.
"Doctor says you're expecting to make a full recovery without an troubles."
She couldn't keep her eyes on him, his current state brought pain onto her soul. She leaned forward to adjust his covers, tucking in here and there along with a fluff of the pillow. Mai's the type to micromanage when uncomfortable.
"You just need to take things easy is all. Nothing that will put to much strain on yourself until you get better. I'll be making sure you keep to that kind sir."
She wasn't familiar with dealing with timidness, which only frustrated her a bit more. Couldn't even look the man in the eye while carrying on the conversation. Shackled by anguish instead of metal. It seems the chains will never leave.
"I'll make taking care of your recovery back at the ship. Is there anything you would have me do? Food? Clothing?"
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NATHANIEL CONNERS
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Post by NATHANIEL CONNERS on Mar 11, 2012 22:51:31 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style= font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: AC5E37; text-shadow: #555555 -1px -1px 1px; letter-spacing: -3px; margin-bottom: -45px]Atonement can[/style][style= font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; color: 000000; text-shadow: #555555 -1px -1px 1px; margin-top: 20px]comfort my blackened soul...[/style] [style= height: 500px; width: 320px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/nmvLL.png); border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px]
[style= height: 410px; padding: 5px; width: 260px; background-color: D5D7E1; opacity: .9; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; overflow: auto; color: 444444; margin-left: 11px]When he heard the sound of the door opening, he had half expected it to be the doctor coming in to tell him something, but low and behold it was Mai of all people. Strangely enough he felt a bit of a smile come to his lips. Good, she was alright... he had little to worry about right? Wrong. Just taking a glance at her, the hesitation in her face, the strange way she kept looking at him, and then away. Especially when she looked at him, but not at his face. She was looking at his abdomen, more importantly where he got shot. Sighing a little when she began to speak, he looked out the window. "Yeah, I remember hearing something like that when I got up earlier today for a moment. At least I think I did... Maybe I could just hear but not really hear." He gave a simple shrug, before turning his head back to look at her. Seeing her beating herself up over something she couldn't control was leaving a bad aftertaste.
"Hey." He muttered gently, reaching over to tap under her chin. He may not be an empathy specialist, but lord if he couldn't tell when a woman was troubled. "Stop looking at me like that would ya? I'm right as rain." Trying to lighten the mood a little, he leaned back into that freshly fluffed pillow, placing his hand over the bandages on his abdomen. The way he looked at his hand, something was off, like there was a pain there, but definitely not the pain that one would think stemmed from a bullet wound. This pain was much deeper. "You keep brooding over stuff you can't control and you will just end up like me. I made a choice, and we made it out alive. Don't worry about how it happened or why, just take comfort in the fact that it happened."
He knew that beating oneself up over what happened in the past was a path to self destruction, but he was unable to follow his own advise. Where that was concerned, he was a liar. And a good one. Only Rebecca knew the truth about him, and until he deemed it necessary, it would stay like that. "Look, Mai. I know you are feeling bad for me, but don't. Honestly speaking if you hadn't come back I would be a corpse. Think about it. He was aiming for you, that bureaucrats gunman... If I was the only one there, and he was gunning for me? I don't think he would have missed."[/style] [/style][style= font-family: verdana; font-size: 6px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center]coded by JIN of PRE & OTE[/style][/style] | [style= height: 400px; width: 150px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/Lje6K.png); margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 30px; border: 3px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px][/style] [style= border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px; margin-top: -14px; margin-left: 23px; height: 60px; width: 120px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px]TAGS whomever COUNT how many? NOTES you should have enough room here to say something, but don't go writing a novel, yeah?[/style] |
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Post by MAI MIKUMO on Mar 11, 2012 23:24:06 GMT -5
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"He's makes it sound so easy. . ."
Within that moment of her telling her to wash away her worries, she found it easier to gaze upon him. His logic that he would of been a dead man without her intervention seemed to hold solid ground in giving her a more comfortable feel for her actions.
"I suppose that makes a bit of sense. Maybe next time you should were a set of armor when you want to play the hero in our strange little tale. At least then we'd be less likely to fall into a place like this."
A smile graced her lips as she'd make an attempt to lighten the tension with a sense of humor. She sighed with relief, standing up from her seating. Heading over by the window, the curtains spread apart to allow lighting and wonderful scenery.
"Such a beautiful day and yet you're stuck in bed. Perhaps it's time you get some fresh air no?"
She'd suggest in the form of a question. Someone cooped up in a building of sickly people and terrible food services tend to need a bit natural air to breath. She hated hospitals, reminded of her of the infirmary back where she'd be made to tend to the wounded. A place for dying really. She turned to him, waiting for his response.
"I've already been cleared to take you out of here so long as we don't do anything dangerous like...attracting the city guards."
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NATHANIEL CONNERS
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Post by NATHANIEL CONNERS on Mar 12, 2012 22:36:30 GMT -5
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Quite honestly speaking, Nathan could not wait to get out of this hospital bed. Though looking down at his current state brought on another little addition of realization to his mind. He was in a pair of shorts but his clothes were nowhere to be seen. At least nowhere that he could see. "You know, I would love to get out of here... Any idea where they put my things?" He had no love of hospitals or what the y represented. Most see them and see the possibility for life, he looks at them and sees them as places where the living go to die. A strange philosophy to be sure, but one that had kept him out of the hospitals for some time now. His own medical prowess was next to nil, as was Mai's and Rebecca too for that matter. One thing was certain, they needed to get the right kinda people on this ship if they had any intention of making it around the world in one piece.
With his things currently MIA, another thought crept into his mind, his hands balling into fists. "There haven't been any wanted posters posted up for us the couple days I have been out of it have there?" He asked, his tone deathly serious. He did his best to keep his voice down but they had wracked up quite a kill count in their grand escape of Lyneel kingdom. Mai had offed a noble, Rebecca was wanted by the local government and he would be too as many of them as he had sliced up. He left as many alive as he could but some of them would likely not make it with some of the sword wounds he had put on them. Closing his eyes for a moment, he worked to still his beating heart. Over-excitement was not good for the heart... If there were any posted up the marines would likely have come for them, or him at the very least since he was out cold with the infection and wound.
"Never mind. Imagination got the better of me there for a moment." He muttered, grumbling a little and placing his forehead into his hand. Now that he was awake and moving, he felt like his mind was going 90 miles a minute, letting his thought process run out of control. Everything he had done, all that they had done to get from there to here as well as what he had done beforehand came surging back in an almost head splitting way, and he was choking back a major headache to keep it in check. "I think I could use that fresh air after all..." He chuckled dryly.
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Post by MAI MIKUMO on Mar 15, 2012 12:35:21 GMT -5
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"A time to relax and let things go by. . ."
So the two came to a mutual agreement. But of course there were things they needed to consider. What was the status of security outside these medical walls? No doubt if she'd bring him out without knowledge of what awaits them outside, they'd both be captured as Nathan was in no condition to engage in battle in his current state. Then again, if this town was under investigation like the previous town they escaped from, wouldn't this place be raided already? Unless the town guards are taking a more subtle approach to not let the crooks get tipped off. She stopped in intensive thinking for the moment, breathed and let the worries flow away. She couldn't get too worked up otherwise it would keep her from making sure things work smoothly. A knock on the door grabbed her attention for the moment, as the nurse's voice ringed with in.
[white]"I've just came around to deliver those items you requested."[/white]
Mai went off to let the woman in and retrieve Nathan's clothes and things folded neatly and cleaned. She nodded off as a thank you for the woman's services and placed the items in the empty seat by Nathan's bed.
"There's your stuff. No need to worry about the rest, I'm sure if we were placed on wanted posters in this town, the hospital would of turned us in. I'll await outside so you can change into your clothes. Then we can feel that open breeze of fresh air. Just be careful getting up. Wouldn't want to reopen that wound..."
She'd give a warm smile, to ensure that everything's okay despite her doubts and head out of the room, gently closing the door behind her. Standing in the hallway, her eyes would wander around for suspicious activity, anything that would throw her into caution. Noticeable battle scars, crew cuts or brawny builds that didn't fit the ideal type of medical personnel. It may take some time for him to change, perhaps she should help him. That thought never crossed her mind before she left; an injured man having trouble with rising to her feet. However, if she didn't use what time she had before he finished, their time of relaxation could be cut short. She in entangled her fingers into each other, behind her back and she swayed through the halls. Entering the lobby, she'd fixate her eyes at the entrance, popping her head outside in high hopes of spotting nothing but locals. As she took a gander of what there was to see, a plastered wanted poster attached to a stake captivated her mind. She could feel fear cripple her joints as she dreaded to approached it. To her relief, she'd soon find out the face inked into the paper was nothing but an old man with a name mentioned as unknown. Unfortunate for him, but for her and the man in the hospital bed, it was a sign of grace. Word hadn't spread to this town just yet. It gave them some time to prepare for departure and relaxation. She turned around with a confident stroll back into the hospital to meet up with Nathan outside of his room.
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