A state-of-the-art hospital meant to help take care of any ills the riders & visitors might have.
Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2019 9:32 pm
Novasse
xSayuri Hironaka
The entrance that Sayuri had received was less than what she had imagined. Gashi carried her in bridal style. Despite their history she seemed quite comfortable to lay back and go limp in his arms. Even if he was holding back she had taken quite the beating. Sae stayed conscious enough to tell the doctors why she was nude ("having gotten out of the shower and falling down the stairs") and placed in a bed before promptly passing the ******** out. Tests were run and a bunch of other boring stuff before she was released a few hours later. Maybe a bit loopy from painkillers she snuck in and even got to keep the nightgown.
"I'm hungry as hell." she complained while leaning on Gashi amidst the high of all the stuff the docs had pumped into her. Sae puffed out her chest and crossed her arms, trying to match Gashi's usual appearance as the moodt brat he was. "I'm not gunna cal you mashter. So whatever. Let'sh get this over with an' get food."
❖ OOC NOTES:
▬ ▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ > R.E.A.D.: 170 (C-Rank) x > Team: N/A x > Road: Lather
A hop, skip, and a trek away. After a bit of talking to a few doctors, having them make sure the girl was alright and explaining the situation, it seemed like everything was squared away. All the while Gashi watched from a distance with his arms folded, a huff on his face and an expression of disdain. Here he was, taking care of her yet again and in his own way, he knew this was something she needed. "Damn. . Useless b***h. Stop lettin' people walk all over you." The one thing he wanted for her when he left was for her to stand on her own two feet -- in his own way, of course. Eyes ticked back and forth as she finished up and was sitting there, saying something about food. Tch.
"Doc said you need a bit before you start movin'. Stay your a** right there." What did she think? She was just gonna parade around with a bunch of scars? No. When she was healed up he had plans to make sure her body didn't look like a riddled mess. No b***h of his was gonna be walkin' around with that kinda shame. A few tats would cover that up nicely -- maybe even one of his name? "Yeeeahhh. . I could see that workin' out pretty good. My name as a tramp stamp? Maybe across her back in big red letters." Snickering to himself, he left the room for a second then came back in holding a package of what looked like pineapple bread. A quick toss to her and he stood with hands in his pockets. "I'mma go find a change of clothes. I'll be back in a bit. If you go wanderin' I'mma find you." And he meant that with serious intent as a brow furrowed.
He knew there had to be something he could toss on in this b***h.
Wandering about from place to place, room to room, acting like he was a lost patient, Gashi eventually found the laundry area. Looking around to see if anyone was available, he dipped inside before closing the door. A nice change of clothes then he'd be back on the move again. Ditching the jacket, his T-Shirt and pants, he found a long sleeve and some comfy sweats; tossing those on, he was back out the door."Glad there was another tall guy here. Hopefully he won't mind me borrowin' a fit. Keheheheh~"SLINK! Door shut and towards the hall. Walking on down with with hands behind his head, he'd take some time to wander for a bit. Find himself some food and figure out his next move. Now that Sae was with him he couldn't just ******** around in that one b***h spot anymore. Needed a new place to crash and a steady source of cash. No money, more hoes, and more money.
Women and drugs were gonna be the death of him.
"Tch. ."
Novasse
Stormrider R.E.A.D.: 195 [ --- ]
Acceleration:[50 [---]] Strength:[145 [---]] Stamina:[19/25 [---]] Jump:[00 [---]] Air Time:[72.1]
"Doc said you need a bit before you start movin'. Stay your a** right there."
Sae pouted but leaned back in the bed and would toss about. Gashi probably was well aware of how much of a lightweight she was. The girl could talk up a mean game but was usually out by 3 drinks into the night. Their very first date to a bar, she was drunk within the first 10 minutes. Not even one of those mature drunks, the kind of person who was super "free spirited" in her own words. The girl would hum and play with things here and there, sometimes looking around on her phone, but mostly bored and upset. Every now and again, the loose headed rider would stick her tongue out at Gashi before laughing for a solid 3 minutes.
With a soft plomp, the package of bread would be thrown into her lap as she picked it up. "Da ******** ish dish?" Sae asked, taking a bite of it ad then spitting it out. Tasted as good as it sounded. Gashi left and then simply laid back and enjoyed the high. Her fingers would dig around in the bread. Squishy squish. It was soft and she found herself idly playing with it despite the awful taste. Yuri would get bored after a while. Where was Gashi? SHe was restless. After waiting a total of 3 more minutes, she moved to gently slap the bag around until getting bored and slipping out of the bed. Her run was cut short as she ran into the man of the hour in the hall.
"Ahhhh, Gashi, baby. Ya look even hotter! Yer armsh, your shtupid cute face, that long hair. Ehehehe..." Her arms wrapped around him as they rubbed his clothed chest. "Gashi. Gaaaaaaaahsiiiiii. Gashi~" she paused before looking at him with a glare. "I want a ********' burger, Gashi. A big one. Like super big. Like..." Her hands moved to that special private region of all guys and sized her measurement up to the appropriate size: pretty big. "Like this ********' big."
❖ OOC NOTES:
▬ ▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ > R.E.A.D.: 170 (C-Rank) x > Team: N/A x > Road: Lather
Far as he was concerned, ain't nothing really catch his attention. Few cute nurses, nothing wrong throwing his hat in the ring for. s**t, then he knew Sae was gonna get antsy and come parading around sooner or later. "Money. First things first I need cash." Get rich scheme was always his forte. Rather it was robbing the elderly, your favorite repairman, or even a mom coming home with groceries -- whatever it took to make cash. That was if, and only if, his back was against the wall. Kinda wasn't lookin' too good, to be completely honest. "Damn it. I guess I could charge people for a night with Sae. Make a few bucks off that." But even then, who knew how much she'd make and she was technically his. It'd be wrong for him to do that. .
Not really, but that's what you all want him to think.
Before you knew it thou- "HEY- THE ********> There she was with her hands on him. Motioning somewhat back at first, only to stare with rigid eyes as she went roaming his shirt. "b***h what're you goin' through. Did you smoke somethin'?"A free hand went to her head to check for fever, but it seemed like she was okay in that department. Maybe she did do drugs while he was gone.
"Yo', relax. We'll get you a burger or some s**t. Just calm down." As much as he was for ********' in public, this was a hospital. They could go to jail or something. And he wasn't going there. I mean, unless he didn't have a choice but he had one right now! Now that he thought about it though, she did owe him head. Sliding away to a broom closet for a quickie didn't sound half bad.
That was when another voice pierced his ears.
"UGH?!"
This was getting awkward now. ". . . I'm uhh. . I'm cool. Ha. Real good."Grabbing Sae's arms so she could keep them to herself, Gashi moved her a bit around to keep her steady. ". . You uhm. . You. . Mind tellin' me where I can find, like, a bathroom for my friend here?" This awkward scene had to be moved one way or another. Something had to give and Sae needed to go night night. Get her off his back for a second so he could see who this beautiful new thing was on the block.
Novasse
Stormrider R.E.A.D.: 195 [ --- ]
Acceleration:[50 [---]] Strength:[145 [---]] Stamina:[19/25 [---]] Jump:[00 [---]] Air Time:[72.1]
Sayuri looked pleased with herself at the news of getting some real ******** decent food later. She wasn't a fan of having her hands pressed down against like she was in police custody. The girl looked at the newest arrival and tilted her head at Gashi. "But I don't have to go." She said, not catching what he was putting down. Whatever that was. It would take a few minutes for her to look at both parties before something clicked inside of her. DUh, why didn't she see it sooner. "Oooooh, I sheee." Sayuri grinned at Gashi. "This ish your galfriend. I'll leave ya two be." She waved her hand and moved to go back to her room before almost losing her balance and falling back down to the floor as Gashi kept his hands around hers.
❖ OOC NOTES:
▬ ▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ > R.E.A.D.: 170 (C-Rank) x > Team: N/A x > Road: Lather
There was a certain look in his eye between the two. The first, to Sae saying her piece, which was met with a blanked far off glare. Clearly off her s**t, Gashi wanted to get her back where she belonged. And, as fast as he could. Clearly she wasn't supposed to be moving around, but she didn't wanna pay mind to a word he said, either. Riveted with angst, a hand reached as she furthered herself away -- his a face of lofty concern. As always, he would never admit he cared. "Just go lay your drunk a** down."Whatever was wrong, he didn't want her to be up anymore, acting crazy.
"He wanted to give you these as a surprise. I don't think he could decide, honestly."
Huh?"Whatch- Uh, yeah. What she said. She's an old friend of mine from. . Way back. . Just got in town. ."Slowly he'd look over to the mysterious newcomer, taking in her appearance with caution. Why was she helping him? They didn't know each other. She didn't owe him anything. "Maybe she's down to ********?" . . No. The way she held herself said otherwise. If he knew women, he knew when they were willing and when they were beating around the bush. She wasn't either. But that mocha skin tone, deep shaded eyes, and long dark hair said otherwise. It looked inviting . . Still didn't mean it was his invitation to accept.
"Gashi-san?"
Wha-"Uhm. . She's in this one over here. So go lay the ******** down and I'll get you something from down there. Just rest up for a little bit." After making sure she was back in bed, he shifted on his heel with hands in pockets and stance hunched, sorta on one side. Closing her door, he went on the offensive. "Alright, who the hell are you and what's your motive? You with the police or sommin'? Cause I ain't did nothing wrong."He definitely assaulted a man just a few hours ago for no good reason. ". . You are hot as s**t. . I won't say no to your company, though." Unless she was a cop, then he'd beg to differ.
Novasse
Stormrider R.E.A.D.: 195 [ --- ]
Acceleration:[50 [---]] Strength:[145 [---]] Stamina:[19/25 [---]] Jump:[00 [---]] Air Time:[72.1]
It was a close shave, but Symon an Teppei managed to get away, though not without taking some harm to themselves. Symon found that after landing on a street a couple blocks away after the wind died down, that his clothes were mostly tattered and he suffered cuts in many places. It seems that the wind wasn't completely harmless. Blood began to dye the tattered remains of his clothes as he staggered towards Great Mercy Hospital, which coincidentally had not been too far off from where they had landed.
It had been less than an hour since they had been admitted into the hospital, and most of Symon's body was bandaged. He was given a hospital gown to wear, but he ended up putting on a spare pair of sweats that he had stored in his bag. The nurse scribbled a couple things on her clipboard before clicking her pen and flashing a friendly smile at him before she left. For the most part, Symon was free to roam around, so long as he refrained from any strenuous activity that would probably reopen his cuts. He slipped his feet into the pair of hospital shoes and shuffled out the room, making his way to the stairway in order to get access to the roof. Pushing the door open, he shielded his eyes from the sun as the light beamed into his face and Symon stepped out into the open area. It was pretty large considering the size of the hospital itself, so it made an excellent space for practice or even just chilling, though he knew himself all to well to take it easy.
The trip to the hospital was a blur to the heavily injured delinquent, but it was one during which he grinned. He'd made it out, if only because of pity. His arrival was met with a flurry of activity from nurses and doctors who set about getting the young man set up in multiple splints and on a pair of crutches. By the end of the whole ordeal, Teppei was almost more bandage than skin and he was definitely not a pleased man.
"What a ********' s**t day. Get out of jail just to get the s**t kicked out of me... if I had wanted this I'd have just stayed in juvie." With a disgusted sigh, the young man pushed himself carefully from his bed, swinging his heavily bandaged legs over the side and grabbing a set of crutches to increase his mobility. Swinging himself around on his movements aides, the young man moved away from the sterile prison that was his temporary room within the hospital.
With the staggered walk only the truly injured can pull off, Teppei made his way to the room Symon had been given, only to find his friend had flown the coop so to speak. Cursing quietly so as not to disturb the other poor trapped patients he made his way elsewhere in the hospital, going on a hunt to find his old friend. It wasn't hard to find him after asking a few of the less busy workers if they'd seen a man with bright hair and eyes. Purple eyes and nearly orange hair tend to stand out.
Making his way up the stairs to the roof, Teppei found Symon, inspecting the area as one might a new gym or sports field.
"Oi. What a ********' welcome back." A sardonic grin crossed the red-haired young man's face as she slowly worked his way over to stand by Symon.
"Been awhile. How ya been? Family doin' okay?" a few simple questions, spoken almost awkwardly as if the speaker wasn't sure where to start.
"And uhh... thanks for the pickup and rescue. Weren't hurt too bad were ya?"
Symon turned to face Teppei, who had approached him with a grin. Given his injuries, Teppei was in no condition to do anything serious, though for the few years that Symon had been friends with the boy, he knew that Teppei was extremely reckless. He commented on the events that had led them to being admitted into the hospital and Symon let out a hearty laugh,"Yeah...ATPs been getting more hands on nowadays. Most riders either end up retired or dead depending on who you run into." He scratched his head and huffed, "Never met the breeze boy though. 'Officer East' or whatever...Wonder if he's new. Definitely would like to pay him back in kind for what he did. He ruined my clothes."
Symon looked to his friend and gently pat his back, "Welcome back to the world." Spreading his arms out and gesturing to the city in front of them. "Family's good. My dad got a promotion, mom got a good paying job, so I watch the kids when they're at work," he continued, looking back to Teppei, "I've been getting by pretty well on my own since I moved out a couple months ago. Got a real nice, affordable spot to call home." Symon pointed his finger out to the right in the general direction of where he lives and patted his bandages, "As for these? Minor cuts, they should be all healed by now actually. The real question is are you okay? You did get hit pretty hard."
The stranger looked like she wanted to have a chat with Gashi which was fine by he. She wasn't a fan of being taken back into her room though. The still loopy girl hung loosely and soon found herself back in the bed she had snuck out of and got all cozy up again before they left and closed the door behind them. "Fine!" Sae said, tossing the bag of bread at the door and crossing her arms. Sooner or later they'd let her out of this prison and then she'd have all the burgers she could ever want. After rolling around bored for a minute or so, she would go back to scrolling through stuff on her phone, sometimes growing bored with her task and then going back to just waiting to get outta here.
❖ OOC NOTES:
▬ ▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ > R.E.A.D.: 170 (C-Rank) x > Team: N/A x > Road: Lather
Out of all the others Fuji had his eyes on, the pair hobbling off to the hospital were, unfortunately, the most impressive. They seemed to have a trick or two up their sleeve and knew how to stay alive at the very least. Once they slipped themselves into the hospital the small redhead suddenly became hesitant in his pursuit.
A sudden flash of men in bloodied uniforms being shuffled off into a tent never to return to the field spun through his memories like old film. The thunder of gunfire and the whistle of bombs echoed through his mind.
Fuji felt the rattle in his body when he came to. His chromatic gaze turning to his shaking hand with confusion as he steadied his nerves. A red flag pinged within him as if his most feral of instincts were warning him, telling him not to enter the towering institution. Heeding that gut feeling he instead chose to leap from his current high-rising position over to the establishment's roof. From here he had a good view of the city, he could see who'd come in and out so he chose to wait; those two were bound to come out sometime.
Assuming they wouldn't die from their wounds.
About an hour passed since he'd arrived. His eyes to the streets, ears alert as he leaned over the barred railing to watch ordinary people come and go. Patients, workers in uniform, visitors, but no one who caught his eye, no one who wore those wheeled shoes aside from the ones he had followed here. Then came the audible, pained grumble in his empty stomach. His calm demeanor melted into weary impatience, having remembered that he hasn't eaten ever since he woke up. However, the creaking of a door, followed by a voice off to the far end made him stand at attention. With a curious mind the redhead made his way over once he heard a second voice in response; neither addressed to him.
To his surprise the duo he'd followed here were having a conversation on the roof. Without a moment's hesitation he'd make himself known,"Man, you guys are already walking? I'm kinda surprised."Fuji called. His voice was somewhat shrill, not prepubescent, but immature and cracked. Once their eyes faced him they'd be met with a boy with long rising red hair clad in tattered pants and a scarf as long as he was tall that was kept from dragging along the ground by the wind. They'd see their reflections from a heavy band of iron over his forehead. His grin lifted the green bandages at his cheeks as he exposed his pearly whites. He was short, just several inches above five feet but he didn't appear older than twelve or thirteen.
Rolling over to them in a pair of air treks that had an archaic aesthetic to them gave him the appearance of a young caveman. He'd Figure 8 between them, forwards, backwards, side to side, all the while giving their bandaged bodies the occasional prod to see how tender their wounds were."You two are hardier than yah look. I thought folks of this time would be a lot spongier. Are you guys soldiers or somethin'?"He never stopped rolling between them, being a level of casual with them as if they were friends already.
“It looks like you've gone and made a full recover, Mr. Kanikawa.” The doctor that was half Daigo's age, and roughly half his size as well, sucked in a sharp breath as he lifted his gaze to meet the much larger man. The look on his face informed Daigo that the young physician immediately regretted his choice of words. “B-By that I mean it doesn't appear that there is going to be any lasting damage.” The doctor winced. Again, regret. “I-I mean the damage seems to be surface-level.”
The doctor took a deep breath and sighed. That, at least, seemed to be a neutral statement.
He had grown used to such reactions, and not just from medical specialists. Daigo offered a wordless bow with his bald, heavily-scarred head before he moved to put his hat on. 'If there is nothing else, I will be taking my leave then,' his motions said without speech. The doctor excused him with a polite, if not somewhat hasty, gesture towards the door. He rose to his feet but kept his form hunched, knowing that if he were to extend to his full height, he would likely bump his head against any manner of delicate machinery. Heavy footsteps marked his transition from the doctor's desk to the door, and as he stepped out into the hallway, it occurred to him that he had not decided how he would spend the rest of his day.
His appointment had been the only thing marked on the calendar today.
He paused. The Juvenile Detention Center wasn't far from here. He could swing by for a visit.
Before he could make up his mind, a head of spikey hair crossed his line of sight. A very familiar head of hair on a very familiar young man. He lumbered towards him with all the grace of a dump truck trying to make a very delicate and sharp turn.
“Oh. It's you. Teppei-kun, correct?”
His mouth moved, but the rasping of his lips might have been louder than the words they produced. He had always been something of a mumbler.
Still, the last time he saw the young man had been during the visiting hours at the center when he had come by to visit Akio. He wondered if the lad would even recognize him.
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