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Post by Rena and Xenia on Oct 13, 2013 18:14:50 GMT -6
Rena desperately hoped she'd be the one to face the Fangire. She knew she could handle it. She had more experience than she cared to admit with guns. She was certain that Jerome could handle himself and probably Kennedy as well. But Xenia? If Rena was a betting woman she'd place her chips on the Fangire and not Xenia if alien tech wasn't involved.
Still, Rena really hoped the Fangire would come to her and not Jerome. She wanted to take care of the monster and do her part as an Oracle member.
Xenia was practicing some of her ballerina dance steps as she waited to see if the Fangire would show up. Being nervous would do her no good and there would be no way she could miss its appearance. There was nothing wrong with having a little fun with the fine arts while she waited.
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Post by Jerome and Kennedy on Oct 13, 2013 18:21:25 GMT -6
Jerome heard something moving. He stopped and turned around, but there was nothing. He turned again; yeah, something was moving. Was it the Fangire?
He slowly drew his phone and hit a number. He dialed for Rena, since she was closest, but she didn't know where he was... He shoved his phone away and put his hand back on his weapon, looking around, waiting.
Then something came swiftly for him. He whipped his coat off and into the Fangire's face and kicked it back. He drew his gun and aimed it as the Fangire threw the coat off. It rushed at him, taking three bullets before pouncing on Jerome, grabbing and clawing at him. Jerome tried to punch back, but it grabbed his left arm in its mouth, biting him.
He restrained himself; he didn't cry out. He lifted his gun to the Fangire's head, loosing the rest of his rounds into it. The monster slumped off of him.
He tore his arm free and hurried to his coat, pulling it on to hide the injuries on his arm.
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Post by Rena and Xenia on Oct 13, 2013 18:31:38 GMT -6
One moment Rena was standing there, waiting uneasily and the next...Something felt wrong. She'd had this feeling before. She didn't question it but ran.
Her intuition had kicked in before the Fangire had actually approached Jerome so she showed up in time to see Jerome spill the rest of his rounds into the beast's head.
Rena wasn't certain whether or not the thing was actually dead. Fangires could be really tricky to kill. She didn't want to waste her bullets if it was dead so she merely aimed her gun at the monster. If it showed any signs of stirring she'd shoot.
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Post by Jerome and Kennedy on Oct 13, 2013 18:34:48 GMT -6
"It's dead," Jerome told her, pulling out his phone, calling Kennedy and Xenia to alert them. In a few moments the Fangire's body shattered; it was dead.
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Post by Rena and Xenia on Oct 13, 2013 18:40:49 GMT -6
Rena put her gun away and extracted her first aid kit. She always carried one on her person as she refused to visit a doctor. She needed to be able to treat her own wounds.
She approached Jerome. "Give me your arm," she commanded in a tone that brooked no argument. Jerome could be so stubborn but she needed to disinfect his wound and properly bandage it.
Xenia started heading back, beyond relieved the Fangire hadn't come her way.
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Post by Jerome and Kennedy on Oct 13, 2013 18:42:29 GMT -6
"I'm fine," he said, "It just scratched me." He hoped it had been dark enough that she hadn't seen the extent of what happened.
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Post by Rena and Xenia on Oct 13, 2013 18:47:02 GMT -6
Rena simply glowered at him. Jerome was every bit as stubborn as she remembered. In a flash her gun was in her hand. She casually aimed it at Jerome.
"Easy way or hard way?" she asked. Of course he'd know she wouldn't actually shoot him; but, she was serious about examining his arm. She hadn't seen the extent of the injury; but, Jerome was certainly one to hide his pain. Just like her.
Rena wasn't taking any chances; and, she wasn't taking no for an answer. She would disinfect and bandage the wounds.
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Post by Jerome and Kennedy on Oct 13, 2013 18:53:12 GMT -6
"Give it to me, and I'll do it myself," he told her, holding out his arm to take the supplies.
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Post by Rena and Xenia on Oct 13, 2013 18:56:01 GMT -6
Rena moved closer and handed him the first aid kit. She stood in front of him, planning on overseeing the process. She needed to make sure he took care of the injury properly.
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Post by Jerome and Kennedy on Oct 13, 2013 18:58:13 GMT -6
He started to walk on, intending on taking care of it back at their residence, rather than just in the street.
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Post by Rena and Xenia on Oct 13, 2013 18:59:37 GMT -6
Rena jabbed her gun into Jerome's back as he walked in front of her. "Not later. Now," she ordered.
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Post by Jerome and Kennedy on Oct 13, 2013 19:02:55 GMT -6
Might as well humor her. He crouched, set it down and pulled back his sleeve a bit, cleaning the outside of his wound. The way he was bit, that's all he needed to do, that's all that as visible for now.
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Post by Rena and Xenia on Oct 13, 2013 19:05:34 GMT -6
"Stop playing games. Turn around so I can see you're cleaning and bandaging it properly." She was willing to bet she had more experience with treating injuries than Jerome.
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Post by Jerome and Kennedy on Oct 13, 2013 19:08:14 GMT -6
He turned, his arm bandaged up, "I'm fine. I know what I'm doing."
He lived in a warzone for so long...
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Post by Rena and Xenia on Oct 13, 2013 19:13:13 GMT -6
Refusing to take his word for anything since he was as stubborn as a mule, she squeezed his arm, to determine how tightly the bandage was wrapped. Admittedly she squeezed it much harder than necessary, eyes locked onto his face so she could gauge any wincing to try and determine the seriousness of his injury. She squeezed it more times than necessary as well. She was trying to figure out if it was just one cut or several.
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