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Lie to me; -open, Toran's place
Topic Started: Friday, 29. November 2013, 00:54 (3,602 Views)
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To say she was surprised when he suddenly up and bolted out of bed was a mild understatement, but whatever it was that caused him to do so, she wasn't going to argue one damn bit. That reaction had a reason, that much was obvious.

It did leave her curious though as the Brujah only lingered in bed for a few moments before slipping out from under the covers to quickly hurry over to the bathroom where panties and jeans were retrieved off the floor and swiftly donned. Rather than grab her top though, which she found had managed to get soaked when they'd stumbled out of the shower earlier, she snatched one of his tent sized shirts.

Now... the thing to do, had she been as blonde as her hair colour suggested, would be to quietly and a bit hesitantly sneak downstairs and ask what was going on. Which would probably be stupid as Hell given that he'd jumped out of bed and run off, suggesting that whatever it was it was rather God damn urgent.

She was itching to find out what was up though.... She just really really wished she could up and hide like a Nos so she didn't walk into something she shouldn't.
Also, note to self: ask Toran where he kept the guns. Because a guy like him? He had guns stashed around his apartment somewhere.

For now though? She lingered at the top of the stairs, trying to pick up on any sounds from downstairs.

She... would be patient... for maybe a minute.
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"Never mind my dick Sugar Tits... what the FUCK did you do?"

He let go the pry bar and reached around the door to yank down his tool box, then, swapping hands, he pulled down the medical kit he kept for when something blew up and he hurt himself. He took a few quick steps and knelt by Mac's side. A flick of his wrist and a blade was ready from the tool box. Regarding her with wide open silver-blue eyes he reached down and slashed the hoodie to get it's sticky fabric out of the way, muttering a curse as he regarded the wound.

Taking a deep breath he grimaced at her.

"It's gonna hurt like fuck when I stick my hand in there. You ready for it?"

It wasn't anything he hadn't done before, but... after holding his own innards in, it was a bit of an unpleasant memory. Not waiting for her reply he carefully shoved his fingers into the injury, crouching over her to eye the wound, his free hand setting down the knife so he can shift her organs around. At least he didn't have to worry about her getting an infection, not the way she could heal this. But damn was he pissed, his voice was a soft, deadly rumble that seemed to fill the first floor.

"What or who, did this to you Mac?"


Rage simmered and burned within his frosty gaze, completely at odds with the calm, almost tender look on his face as he shifted her injury around, attempting to get the fragments out WITHOUT rupturing anything important.
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"JESUS YOU COULD HAVE WASHED YOUR HANDS!"

She was going to tell him to wash his hands, because she had just found him NAKED and she had no doubt he'd been playing with his wanker at some point before her arrival. She didn't know about the vampire upstairs, or she would have insisted doubley so. She was screaming at him as he stuck his hands inside her open fleshy wounds, body arching up into the fingers instead of shying away.

"I'm not telling! Stupid, that's what happened, STUPID!"

She was tensing all her muscles, skin and body a fiery temperature. It wasn't unusual for her to burn this way, she always ran warm, she was perhaps just a touch to warm for even her own comfort. Skin slippery and stinking of exertion, pale and smeared with beautiful crimson. One hand reached up and gripped his arm hard, but she wasn't stopping him from doing the job. She'd asked him to, she was just reaching out for a land line while her teeth ground together. This was the wrong kind of pain, not the kind she enjoyed and writhed in blissful torment under. This was just the fucked up kind, the kind that made you think you were going to god damned well die. She wasn't going to die though, she knew that. This wasn't enough to kill her, hadn't ripped open anything to important. Just a rather deep flesh wound with extra bits left behind...

At least she felt alive. So alive. Hazel brown eyes open and staring at Torans face with a fierceness that said words she couldn't say anymore, not while he was picking around in her guts. Those words were something like "Don't fucking ask because it's really embarassing".
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Christ!
The screaming did it, she wasn't going to bloody well hang back while it sounded like someone was getting tortured downstairs. Which meant that she quickly headed down to the ground floor, knowing it probably didn't matter much that she was barefooted and trying to be silent because surely the screaming and the shouting would've drowned it out even if she'd come jumping down with combat boots on.

The Brujah wasn't entirely sure what to expect. The sight of Toran digging into the side of a woman in blood soaked clothes whose features were currently twisted in pain however was definitively not one of the possible scenarios she'd managed to cook up in the back of her mind.

"Herrejävlar..." the scent of blood hit her senses rather hard, and she could but quietly thank the fact that she'd fed from Toran earlier. Because if she'd gone down to see that sight while hungry her self-control might've become an issue. The Beast still stirred, albeit briefly, before the Brujah's iron will stomped it back into it's cage and threw the chains around it again.

Who the woman was? Lucy had no clue.
What had happened? Again, no friggin' clue.
Did it matter? No, no it didn't matter.

"Christ Toran. Let me help, your hands are too big to be digging around in her like that!" the Swede called out as she moved to close the distance between them.
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The big man snorted, then winced, considering how Mac might react to Lucy.

"Ummm, gimme a second hon. Mac, this is Lucy, she's my girl. You try to kill her and I may pinch off one of your organs, OK?"

He pulled out a chunk of... something? What the fuck was that? And dropped it to the side. His thick fingers looking for further alien objects inside her body. He didn't particularly enjoy the squishy feeling her guts had under his hands, but he was still surprisingly gentle when sliding her intestines around.

"And I was getting ready for bed when you came bleeding up. You want me to take a break put on some pj's, wash my hands and come back? I can do that. Lucy, can you grab that cooler under the desk in the back room first. It's got a transfusion kit Mac left me, she might need it."

His silver-blue eyes regarded her calmly, as if to say "Stop being a tard." He noticed a bleeding spot and pinched it hard, holding it until the bleeding stopped. Probably hurt like hell, but she'd just have to deal with it. He's an engineer damnit, not a doctor! She should just be glad he'd taken first aid courses and had nimble fingers, or else she'd be fucked. As it was, she'd deal, or die, but mostly he figured she'd quit bitching and deal.
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Her arm bent at an odd angle when Lucy spoke, slipping under her arched back to remove the 9mm browning from where it was pinned in the holster at her rear hip. She had to awkwardly twist a little to get it, which caused her to snarl into Torans fishing around of her insides. The gun was out and aimed at Lucy, fingers slimed and coated with blood. She couldn't really help the reaction, it was one of instinct and fear, as she didn't feel like being at anyone's mercy beyond Torans large but nimble fingers.

"She's hot, all punk rock. She ain't going to lose her shit and try and eat me is she?" So this was the fanger he was banging, going all soft for. She writhed as Toran pinched off the bleeding, teeth grinding so hard she thought she'd crack a few of them soon. "Sorry doll, I won't shoot you if you just... Stay the fuck back. I'm a bit of a bleeder." And she didn't trust a fanger around herself bleeding, least of all one she didn't know at all.

Toran may be going soft for this girl, girl whom she actually wouldn't have pinned for being a fanger as quickly as she did most others, but she still couldn't trust his judgement to know when a Grinner frenzied or not. He didn't know enough to know the terror a frenzying vampire could cause, or how easily some tended to lose their shit. She was like a free meal, and she fucking hated that feeling.
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Well, between Toran's words and the gun, Lucy came to an abrupt halt. It wasn't as if the gun would kill her, but those things hurt like Hell thankyouverymuch, and she rather not have this thing turn into a fight. Because that could only end badly, despite the Brujah's iron willed hold of her self-control.
She knew herself well enough to realize that, because she tended to do the bear thing when hurt: locate the source of said pain, and eradicate it. Amazing creatures by the way, being capable of lowering their pulse and focus on terminating the source of discomfort rather than running away from it like most (sane) animals would've.

"Transfusion kit. Gotcha" the blue eyes regarded Mac for a moment before, against her better judgement, the Swede turned her back on the two of them and quickly headed over to the back room.

Couldn't blame the woman for not trusting her. Not as if Lucy would've trusted some random stranger wanting to poke around her insides, even if they meant well. Heh... the last time a stranger had helped her out she'd woken up dead. Quite literally. Though, that had been the best outcome she could've hoped for given her own situation at the time.

Finding the cooler under the desk like he'd told her, she simply grabbed it and walked back into the other room, trying to give Mac as much space as she could as she rather move around to Toran's side before putting the thing down and sliding it over to him.
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"You think she's hot now.. you should see her dressed like a school girl. Now put down that gun and..."

He reaches over and grabs the infusion kit, dropping it next to Mac's head.

"You should able to do that in your sleep. All the stuff you left is there, ready to go. Give yourself a jump and start healing."

He pulls another chunk of... whatever it was... out of her and drops it. His long fingers start shifting her innards around slowly, looking to see if there was any more of the, whatever, stuck inside her.

"How many chunks of stupid you manage to get lodged inside you?"

Yeah, he was trying to distract her, but he was fairly certain Lucy wasn't going to jump her and of the two, Mac seemed the more volatile of them. He didn't want to have to break her gun, arm, or crack her skull off the floor, though he was considering it. He would prefer if Mac and Lucy got along, it would actually mean a lot to him. He supposed that they'd see. Probably depend a lot on how well this little fiasco turned out. Either way, he was going to keep looking up Mac told him her guts were clear of junk, or he was sure he'd found every piece. He didn't want to have cut her open to get some hunk of whatever out half a week later when she felt it pushing against her kidney.
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"school girl? Hahaha. I recently did the school girl thing, I got to turn a fanger into Edward Cullen with that tactic. Shot a sparkle gun into his fucking face. I have never laughed so hard."

She wouldn't drop the gun, even as the transfusion kit was dropped next to her. She had to stare at it for a few seconds as Toran dislodged another bit of brick, broken and charred and covered with her slippery inside goop. As she watched him toss it down, she made the executive choice to drop the gun and unroll the kit with blood stained hands.

"I don't know, I pulled out the big bits. I'm better at putting shit into people than taking it out. Anyways, my phone got blasted to hell or I would have called my Doctor. You were closer though, so I came here. Thought you'd like the bonding time. We never see each other anymore."

She had the needle out, pushing her sleeve up to slide the IV in as she tossed a blood bag and saline bag to Lucy. "Be a dear little naughty nurse and hold these up? Gotta get gravity in on this." She was already connecting the tubes, removing clamps and flushing the saline into the system to connect to the IV.
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Actually Lucy had been about to suggest she get out of there so she wouldn't be in the way when she caught the bags that were tossed her way, the oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder in the process.
"Yeah, nice to meet you too" the Brujah half smirked as she moved over, Mac would simply have to accept her standing next to her, and held up the bags. Other than that though she didn't do anything to interfere given that, yeah, things were already fucked up enough.

What might be funny though? Was that she sort of cringed when Toran dug out the pieces of whatever it was from Mac's flesh. No, not really a fan of that kind of pain. And like most creatures, both living and the living undead, she preferred her insides stay on the inside.

Shit, what had she been doing? No, don't focus on that, focus on not focusing on the blood.
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"Babe, the blood starts bugging you just bite my shoulder, OK? Mac ain't in any condition to deal with a Kiss, even if it might sweeten her mood."

He pulls out a chunk of charred brick and just... stares at Mac for a moment, trying to figure out how she managed to blow a wall into her own organs. Then he sighs, his silver-blue eyes narrowing in concentration.

"I think... that might be it. Not see any more. You feeling anything?"

He knew Mac was good at healing herself, and there was enough blood there to bring her back from the brink of death. He shook his head slowly and tried to use the driest spot on her hoodie to sop up some of the blood, trying to make sure there weren't anymore bleeders in there. Finding a small one he pinched it, not really bothering to warn her. She'd just get pissy if she thought he was going easy on her anyway.

"Sparkles huh? You must think the guy is sexy to throw out the stops like that. Normally you don't toy with a person mentally unless you like them. Too impatient."
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"He was real pretty covered in glitter."

She was grinning, watching Lucy with weary eyes as the woman held the bags of fluids up for her. She paused in making sure everything was smoothly connected when Toran pulled out the last bit of brick, or at least, bit that as big enough to retrieve. She probably had brick wall bits in her to small to get out, would the yet pushed out naturally or was she going to carry them around forever?

"Dont feel nothin, what happened to the tweezers? I gotta say, I likes them better.. Fuuckkk" he was pinching again, and she was screwing her face up hard and crinkled in agony, but not closing her eyes. She didn't like to pretend shit wasn't happening, fuck that. She kept her eyes open when it came to terror and Fangers looming so close, although she was hoping damn hard Lucy had a fill of Toran before she came over. Less likely to be triggered by her gooey mess if she wasn't hungry.

"Did you... Just fuck the nurse? And then put your dirty hands inside my gut?" She sounded incredulous, but not nearly as out raged as she should probably be. It actually wasn't that gross, she was used to the weirdest shit by this point. She was just trying to distract herself as she managed to spike over the blood into the IC line.

"Vodka."
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Her eyes, rather preferring to focus on something other than the fact that Mac was still bleeding all over the place, followed the chuck of charred brick Toran retrieved from the woman's guts as it was chucked aside and merely skidded across the floor before coming to a stop a few feet away.
No shots had been fired, nothing outside of a few friendly threats had been exchanged, so far so good as far as a totally fucked up situation went.

Toran would have to fetch the vodka though since Lucy was stuck holding the bags, although honestly, they should move the poor woman upstairs so she could get some place a bit more comfortable to lay down. Because even if she managed to heal up (and Lucy was not about to ask from where the blood she was using for it had been retrieved) Mac was more than likely going to be exhausted.

No commenting on well, Mac's comments though. Even if it left the Swede biting her tongue.
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He reaches down and lifts Mac into his arms like a man might carry a baby, despite her nearness to his own height. Cradling her he sighs and mutters something both affectionate and deeply insulted.

"Vodka's upstairs. Come on you cry baby."

He walks slowly, not wanting to jostle the woman. He'd have to remove every trace of blood from the front to avoid anyone thinking anything weird happened here. Not that some of his clients would be surprised if he said he tore someone's heart out for arguing. He had managed to build a reputation for a hardass, so far it was working.

He walked slow, making sure Lucy could keep up. He nodded for her to go ahead of him up the spiral staircase because he wanted to keep Mac's blood drip going smooth. One large hand slid behind Mac's head to keep it from smacking into the central pole of the staircase. It was awkward, she was a long bundle and he was trying to keep her stomach as smooth as possible to avoid having those bleeders open back up. His silver-blue eyes showed concern for a moment before he tried, badly, to put an amused look on his face.

"So, whose building did you blow into yourself?"

He'd take her into one of the spare rooms he mentioned to Lucy, one that had a cot for guests. He also tried to ignore the reactions of so much blood and bare skin his ghoul body was telling him. Bite, bite bite, fuck it to death.. With a firm iron will he slammed that train of thought down. He was NOT going to hurt Mac. At least, not when she couldn't ask proper and hurt back. A shake of his head tossed the thoughts aside like a horse being tormented by biting flies.
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"Fuck no! Put me the fuck down! I walked here didn't I! I can walk to the vodka myself! Don't emasculate me! I ain't your princess!"

She would not go easily into his arms, which was ruining the soft blissful feeling of his hand leaving her insides. The after glow of the muscles relaxing and the soothing sweep of adrenaline come down was ethereal. She felt like she must be glowing, relief and satisfaction flooding her.. Till he was picking her up like that, hand searching at her side before he could lift her from the floor. The cool metal of her gun slipping into slick fingers, like most would clutch for a teddy bear.

She wasn't waving it at him, he had just fished shut out of her insides she wouldn't insult him by threatening him with her gun, she just clutched it against her chest while her eyes glared daggers. She liked guns better than knives, and the browning had quick become her favorite thing since she recently acquired it.

"I dunno. Pulling a hit and it went sly. Bagged two a two for one, but when I was draining the second one something went sideways. My spidey went wild, and I heard a thump and roll. I grabbed my backpack and went out the window, but not before the room and part of the wall exploded with me on the way out."
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The Swede was talking in... Swedish. Probably for the best as whatever she said was sort of half groaned with a small roll of her eyes.
Jesus Christ, some people just couldn't accept help even when they clearly needed it, could they? The Brujah admitted, at least to herself, that she would've most likely just knocked her the fuck out if it had been her friend making such a big deal out of being carried when she was still torn up and bleeding.

"Relax already, you can continue being the stubborn ass independent feminist once you've stopped bleeding all over the place" it wasn't meant to be insulting, to Lucy it merely struck her as the G-damn truth.
Of course, said stubborn ass independent feminist was currently clutching a gun and appeared more than a little twitchy... But, there was only so much Lucy could listen to without commenting.

She was bloody mindful about the bags she was carrying though, not wanting the iv to get accidentally ripped out if Mac made a sudden movement that Lucy wasn't able to follow.
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"Ok Princess, down you go."

The big man lays her in the cot and backs up, turning around so he's not looking at her. Or the blood. Don't look at the blood, or the exposed skin, and organs. He looked at his blood covered hands and grimaced, the wet tacky sensation feeling.... good on his skin.

"Ummm, Mac... any reason why your bleeding innards are making me HUNGRY?"

His thick shoulders shook a little. His silver-blue eyes were wide, both confused and terrified. He looked anywhere but at Mac. Disturbed at his condition. His stomach producing a prodigious gurgle. He didn't want to move, but he had to move away from Mac or else he'd find himself getting closer to her.

"I'm gonna throw on some pants and wash my hands."

He rushed to the bathroom and started scrubbing his hands as hard as he could, trying to get the blood off, to ignore the parts of his body demanding his attention, stomach, teeth, dick, fuck them. Mac was a friend not lunch. He'd forgotten this from before, forgotten the hell running out of vampire blood could put him in. He snatched up a pair of sweat pants and slid them on, leaning his head against the cold tile in his bathroom while trying to regain his self control.
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"I will rant and burn as many bra's as I want lady! I don't got much going for me other than my ego!"

She'd growl, words spitting somewhat as she spoke around the focus on her innards. She was trying to plug anything up, skin producing a brand new sheen of slipper sweat in response to her trying to force healing on her self. She went to the cot easily enough, because she sure as shit wanted down from his muscles romance cover arms.

"You need to eat buddy boy, how long since Sawyer stuck a wrist in your face? Get one of the kindred blood bags I gave you when I tried to shoot your brains out. It'll take the need off. I gave you three months buddy."

She settled on the cot uncomfortably, eyes looking around the room to see if there was a place Lucy could put the blood bags so she wasn't stuck holding them and looming like a freaky punk death dealer. There wasn't really, so she would have to improvise. She was searching with the hand not being fed by the IV, sliding into the stained tears of her jeans to feel along the straps beneath. She had it. She pulled out the small, almost dentist like tool and jammed it hard up into the wall beside cot, sinking the end in at an angle and leaving the other smooth, thin length exposed. The movement made her grunt something fierce, and pale even more for a moment.

"There ya are sugah, hook them bags on there and you're free to stop attending my feminist ass."
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Well, she wasn't going to argue as she simply made sure the bags were hanging securely before letting go of them.

Her eyes though couldn't help but drift to Mac again after Toran had left the room. The words he had spoken not exactly sitting right with the Brujah who would've preferred he wait a day or two with committing to a one step bond to her. Though, when she'd said that, she hadn't expected they'd have to handle a shredded bleeding... well, what was Mac really? Hunter? Ghoul? Well, definitively the last one but obviously the independent kind.

"Just relax alright? I'll check on Toran and I'll... actually, he'll be right back" she would've offered to get her something to eat and drink but for some reason (go figure) she had a hunch Mac wouldn't have ingested anything brought to her by the Brujah.

The Swede regarded her for a moment longer then turned and slipped out of the room, leaving the door half closed so to give her some privacy while still leaving her able to hear anything going on outside the room.

Then, she went looking for Toran, following the sound of the running water to the bathroom where she leaned against the door opening and frowned slightly. "Is it that bad...?"
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"It ain't good. Been about 3 weeks. Should be good for a bit more... but, well, I guess we used quite a bit of energy today and you had my system heated pretty good. I can control it. Just... all the blood you know? I guess you would, really. Dunno, maybe the cancer means my system needs to recharge faster."

He regarded her out of the corner of one silver-blue eye, shivering slightly. His fingers massaging his temples.

"I'll be ok. Just got to calm myself down you know? Get my system back on a slow rhythm."


He took slow, deep breaths, his chest rising and falling in deep expansions as he worked to calm his system down.

"Down side of being a ghoul. Enhanced sex drive, blood cravings, tendency to violence. I would have said I had it under control until I saw the bleeding mess she was and started getting hungry."

He straightened slowly and shook his whole body like a bear coming out of hibernation, tightening his jaw and nodding his head.

"I'll be ok."

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