Open Scenario
An open scenario is available for anyone to join. Originally starting off as a RP between Shiori and I, but you are not required to interact with our character. (You can if you want, though.)
Setting: Modern day Manchester, England -
Funfair in an open park
Time: Evening
Season:Early Spring
"I know, darling...I know," a
Drifting over towards the bed, Cypher circled around to the otherside. He lifted himself onto the matress with a single, struggling lift. Thin arms shivering under his dead weight as he collapsed into the wall of pillows behind them. At first, his eyes widen with a sudden sense of urgency. The clean smell of ammonia and salty blood mixed with the undescribable aroma of chemicals filled him with fear. Memories of laying in a similar bed flooded his mind. Expecting for straps to be risen around his arms, his body went rigid. Glancing to his sides before convincing himself that 'this' bed was different. It was a hospital bed, not an asylum bed...
Another sigh followed as he went limp, letting his stiff muscles loosen and sprawl somewhat over the edge of the bed. One arm was placed ontop of the pillows, propping him up as the other arm motioned for Migisi to slide over to him. Inviting her to rest against his side. "Come here, my dear Migs. Come and rest." He cast a glance over towards the doctor before his pale blue eyes fell back onto the woman. Tired and compassionate, they silently pleaded her to move closer.
He gave no response. At
He gave no response. At least, no response she wanted to hear. The brunette looked utterly defeated as their eyes met, and Migisi had no idea why. The woman shifted, feeling as though she had done something wrong, but even as the uncertainty within her rose, irritability beat it back down again. No. She would not accept responsibility for this.
She turned her head slowly, eyes never leaving him as he made his way around the bed, then slid into it on the opposite side. The metal frame shook and squeaked beneath the added weight as he pulled his legs up and spread himself out flat upon the mattress. It wasn't a wide bed...not like the one at home...and left only just enough room for her to squeeze in beside him if she wanted to. “Come here, my dear,” he beckoned – no, pleaded to here. She frowned at the request, but moments later her pale eyes narrowed. They shifted toward the door where the plump doctor still hovered, watching them with guarded disbelief, but watching them all the same. Huffing softly, she looked back down at Cypher and shook her head, her free hand clutching at the edge of the mattress for strength enough to deny him.
“Want...go home,” she tried again, stringing more words together as her brows made deep furrows above her eyes. There was no way she was going to relax in this place, let alone sleep if that's what he was suggesting. Her exhausted body groaned at the defiance, but she remained determined to follow her instincts.
The disquiet tone of her
However, his exhaustion kept him in line. The struggles to remain awake and alert, mixed with his adrenaline bursts, had burned through much of the brunette's energy. It made it difficult for him to give into his outraged frustration. Even in his youth, Cypher had always appeared slightly malnourished, a simple side effect from his childhood tortures that were now proving to have dire consequences in his adulthood. He weakened easily as his body did not contain as much nutrients and vitamins that a true healthy man of his age should have. Not only was his past starvation starting to take effect on him, but also the fact that he - unlike the woman - had not eaten earlier in the evening. His body was running low on sources and was converting the remaining threads of strength he had into desires to sleep.
But he had to get her stitched first...If only he could get her to relax enough to drift to sleep, maybe they could patch her up.
"Pleeeeease, darling...!" A strained plea was accompanied by an anxious roll of his neck. The weight of his head rolling like a boulder over his lean shoulders as he fell back into the softness of the pillow. Wary stare summoning her to him. "I promise you, my dear...Promise you we will go home, but first...Come here." Gathering the little bit of power he had, his arm reached out to her. The crunching of his face hinted at the difficulty he had with even the simplest of movements. Lead-filled limb wobbled unsteadily in the air as his finger tips brushed against the exposed skin of her arm before he recoiled it. Laying there in a half daze.
Meanwhile, Doctor Somerset stood on the far end of the room. Rocking back and forth on his heels, he curiously and nervously watched the pathetic act being played before him. This man was so unusual, like his mind ran off of a switch that was constantly being flipped. One moment springing to his feet with anger and snarls, the next crawling and begging. Wrinkles deepened in his forehead beneath his whitening hair; occasionally readjusting his glasses while looking over the health documents given to him prior to accepting to care for the woman. Before, he only glanced over it. Just enough to get names, ages, and confirmation of them living in Manchester with insurance but with now having an opportunity to read farther, he was beginning to notice concerning inconsistencies. There was no record of the woman's hospital of birth and had very little to no previous medical record as if she had never been seen by a doctor in her twenty-something years of life. And a woman of her mental capacity surely should have been omitted a time or two for one reason or another. His brows dipped. Shrouding over his eyes in bitter suspicion as he looked the pair over.
Her eyes shifted to watch his
Her eyes shifted to watch his finger weakly stroke against her arm. He...promised? She frowned at that, doubt weighing down the corners of her mouth. Her shoulders sagged beneath the weight of it, and she even felt herself shift toward him on the bed. All she had to do was...move closer? Then they could go home? It seemed unlikely, but she guessed it was worth a shot. Sighing, the woman slowly pulled her legs back up onto the bed and turned herself toward him. She gave the doctor a brief glance before stretching out her legs, the bottoms of her tennis toes pushing the rumpled cotton blankets further down . Both arms lifted to hug around her now, fingers playing at the open edges of the blazer to pull it around her. Her back remained rigid against the pillows, propping her alertly upright despite her exhaustion. She was tired, yes, but nowhere near her quitting point. She could hardly understand Cypher's near comatose state as she glanced him over, her frown growing more severe as she stared into his sleepy eyes. “Home...now? Promise...”