Lobby and Entrance

The double glass doors swing open, and a pair of black goth heels echo upon the dusty tiled surface and shortly following said sexy, toeless pumps that showed off the woman's glossy black painted toes, was her long, sexy legs that crawled up to generous thighs, the edge of her taut mini dress and for a moment a reveal of her black lace thong underneath. Following up her lovely, wide, child bearing hips came her slender frame that began to fill out to a pair of jiggling, medium breasts snug behind the taut dress, her cleavage deep and noticeable. She pulled at the studded leather choker that hugged her neck with slender fingers with painted black nails; said long, slender neck ended at an angled chin, where dark hair framed the sides of her head. Her hair, cut into a bob cut with a pair of bangs drifting at either side of her head was clean and silky, with a bluish-green hue. Her chestnut brown eyes were large and gleaming, darting side to side as she inspected the place. Her pale, lithe body entering the abandoned clinic fully now, her hands resting at her sides.



"What a dump." She says, shaking her head side to side. The place looked decrepit, definitely needed some attention and cleaning especially if she was going to work here. She had been given a few recommendations since she was fired by Tenik, and though a few of the places she was recommended were of better quality and had proper facilities... Jemial's was more interesting, given her mentor, the famous Reiri Kamura operated out of Jemial 18 or so years ago, and likely this very same building.

She began to look around, her heels clicking, her plush painted ebony lips pursing as she found a torch and pressed the lever to activate the light. She wasn't supposed to be here, yet... but given the Mayor's obvious corruption she wanted to check the place she'd be working at before meeting with him. Best to see how much healing I'll be dealing...so far, looks like my wallet's not expected to live much longer, less the Mayor, pff, heavens forebid, he pays for this places rennovation! Uhhh.... I'll just have to make do for now... Tae let out a silky almost sexy sigh, before venturing further, using the beams of her torch to light the way...

Crisis Rocan wrote:In the back corner of the room half siting on some over turned supply crates is a man quietly relaxing, his long hair as effeminate as his features.  So much so that he might actually be a woman, a person would have to look extremely close to even begin to tell.





He looks up from his peaceful relaxing and grins ever so slightly at the woman who entered his quiet hiding place.

Tae turned the beam of light across the long haired individual, and stifled a sharp gasp that was not too different from her sexy sigh. "Hah, oh, forgive me, didn't see you there." The Beijionese woman says, lowering the beam of light as to not blind the individual. Still, from the glimpse of him... she could tell he was indeed, a male figure. "I really hope you're not one of Dr. Duskcrest's patients still waiting to be checked on... she's been missing for a few weeks so I hear, and likely not to return. Unfortunate really, for her at least." she says, brushing back a curtain of silky dark hair from her large brown orbs, which glanced back to the rather dashing figure. Sure she liked a man with muscle, but there was something familiar about him yet not. It was like a vampiric attraction that made the Doctor a little light headed the more she stared... "Ahem," She cleared her throat, glancing off to the side with slightly flushed features, feeling embarrassed to have kept staring in the still silence of the abandoned...or seemingly abandoned clinic's lobby.

Tae raised a brow at his odd response. "...?" She took a step closer, observing him as he spoke in a slightly dramatic, yet carefree manner. His voice hid pain, and upon scanning him saw the small entry wound in his side. She quickly approached, her left hand on his shoulder keeping him still as she brought the light's beam to his wound. "Were you shot, or stabbed?" She asked, leaning forwards, allowing him a little peek down her plunging neck line and her swaying assets while her attention focused on the wound, her light scanning for any other signs- exit points, other injuries. "How long have you been laying here, you're lucky you're in a clinic still mostly occupied with usable materials... and a gal who knows how to use them." She says, her serious tone followed by her playful, seductive smile was probably not what one would expect when in a dire situation like bleeding out in the middle of a dark and abandoned clinic.

Crisis Rocan wrote:Hm, yes!

What else was I supposed to answer, tell her I just got stabbed, shot, stabbed again and had to rip the head off of a once very loyal guard to the family nursery.  A bloodbath of all my grandchildren but one, the one who inherited his father’s estates and worldly possessions.  The crazy little bastard who ordered the complete and total slaughter of every last one of his siblings.  The part that grates my nerves is I know I have no choice but to let him live and continue to lord his authority and power over the family when I return.  It would be 41 long years when I returned to that time before the little shit died.  Not enjoyable at all, but things could be worse.

Her touch was nice, it reminded me of Alexia, although she had been dead for decades now.  It was a pleasant change.  But I had come for another reason, only now it’s complicated by a woman clearly giving me a chance to admire her physical body.  While she tends my wounds.. Oh yes more than one, give it a minute I’m sure they’ll spurt out blood with the slight elevation in blood pressure and heart from the clear errc...attraction becomes obvious.

Well as much as I admire the view, I think I’m going to close my eyes and consider passing out, before every wound along my body opens up.  Swiss cheese hehe

With a wink I slide just far enough back to slip my free hand along her side as I aim for a gentle crash.  Guess I’m losing too much blood probably shouldn’t have stopped for fresh clothes after I saved the...

Tae inspected his body, felt his free hand gently stroke across her side as he began to crash out. She cupped his face with her free hand, checking his pulse which was stable. "Hold fast, I'll be getting you back to ship shape soon." the Doctor soothed, and got to work fast. Without much exposition, she rummaged the nearby crates for medical supplies, equipment and the like. Sterile or not, she had no choice but to continue... but given their silver make, she assumed there was less a chance of infection, which would be the least of their worries.

She removed the clothes of the man forced to clip the shirt off with scissors, and began working on him. Sutures, forceps, a pan full of .38 and .45 bullets flattened by the impact... when things looked grim, she began preparations for a necromancy ceremony... but he seemed to bounce back not too long after that. The room was now better lit, having found the switch for the xray chart lights which helped somewhat. He lay out on a recovery bed, while she sat by a nearby desk, rummaging through the files left by her predecessor... and found some scandalous info involving the woman and the mayor...

All the while she sat in the chair, bouncing her leg, waiting for her charge to wake up...

Why yes Alice welcome back to fucking wonderland! You know being not dead or rather not staying dead long has a lot of perks, like having no need whatsoever to have an actual heartbeat and flowing blood. On the downside women tend to freak out over that doctors most of all. But in the moment between life and death that brink in which I can leave all of this behind and start over somewhere else, I have the ability to stop my nature of randomness. There's a reason I like playing dead with a beautiful woman who shows concern but this time...

Quiet little Alexia Volkova, you must not make a sound until I tell you it's ok... shh!

Did I just talking in my sleep, what the hell, that's not right at all, somebody gag me I'm mumbled things I shouldn't be. My granddaughters life life depends on it. Dammit I'm not even sure why I'm worried about her right now. What was it that happened again.

No child don't make a sound.

Somethings not right. I don't talk in my sleep. Maybe I talk in my deaths? Oh well that's a new one. But for some reason I'm not waking up, in fact I think.. yup, I can feel a bullet fragment lodged right in my heart in a very dangerous spot. Well this is going to hurt, no choice but to do something stupid...

Again!

In the moment between the bounces of her leg, one hand and arm flopped up and over smacking into his chest. Then in the blink of an eye his hand bounced back and shot straight down piercing into his chest making a nasty hole as his hand retracted his beating heart pulsed twice before stopping completely as a fragment of a bullet was barely visible lodged within it. His arm dropped limp across his body his still heart squishing as it smacks onto the floor next to his apparent
corpse.