Anything But Fine[Patio/open]

[jiro]

[[OOC: Patrick O'Connor first then anyone else~ Its a continuation of When the sun sets whilst the blood flows out? I think it was the name~~ Time to find a half dead Nova]]

The torment began at one in the morning, but little did the girl know, that nothing had begun until she was pushed over the edge and left to dangle. She soon found things becoming more difficult. Dealing with the pain in a weak state, listening to her paranoid thoughts, fearing falling to the ground, and the fact it was becoming a chore to breath. Was it where she was to end her life? Hanging from the roof? Before finding true happiness? Because if she was to die with the lame life she had lead, surely the girl would have to speak to the big man upstairs! A refund was needed. Yes, she needed to think somewhat positively to give her to strength to keep herself alive.

Someone...Save me! See me! Please.. oh god please! Save me!!

After all, she needed to seem him again. Just once more would do her some good..Even if she was to pass only moments later! Nova was determined to continue her life! She'd try to make it better, no longer brooding in the past, she'd have a fresh fresh start! Of course, after recovering from what was probably a broken jaw, and whatever effects her Crucifixion had on her. I have to live on.. The tanned girl continued to chant those words in her head like a magical spell, meant to chase away the things that lurk in the shadows.

It had been hours, she was swinging, trying to push off the wall to straighten up. The girl was tired, everything hurt, especially her head. The throbbing had not died down, nor did it seem to want to leave her. Nova was exhausted, having so much trouble breathing; it was difficult to keep herself going. The sun was rising slowly, surely someone! Anyone! Perhaps even a jogger.. maybe they'd pass by and see her... Fat chance. The thoughts filled with positive vibes were slowly fading, as she fought so hard to keep her eyes open. It was all so hazy, she was feeling sick from the constant swaying. But she was alive, barely. Breathing was so difficult, things were getting blurry, perhaps it was the end of her? *Throb Throb Throb* Her face, her arms, her chest, her legs. Everything seemed to be causing her great amounts of pain.

Save me..please..

[Patrick O'Connor]

It was an early day for Patrick. He drove by the school once in the morning early to see if his shop project was still there. When it was he chuckled to himself, "Gettin a good great fer sure."

Later that morning Patrick pulled into the parking lot and got out of his truck. Today he wore the usual attire, he had the white bandanna around his head and his black fingerless gloves on his hands. He wore a black tanktop with the wings for scars barely showing at the shoulders and khaki cargo shorts. Besides that however Patrick had a few tricks up his sleeve that he knew he would need. In both pockets he had about a small handful of sand as well as a rag doused in alcohol. Now normally the rags would set of alarms with teachers seeing as it was alcohol but since he always had that smell around him it wasn't all too different. Also in his right pocket he had a zippo lighter. As a special suprise he had a small sealed plastic bag in his mouth. It was small enough to hide in his mouth but big enough to pack a punch. Inside was salt and a tiny bit of air. Deep down he knew that there would be no one who would know that it was him that concieved today's horrible event as the only one who knew was in no condition to speak, if she was even in a condition that is.

Patrick figured it was time to go to his usual spot under the tree, in front of the school he had a study hall after all first period. He watched the other students gasp in shock as they walked in the school, it was amusing perhaps in addtion to resting Patrick figured it would be fun to watch the other students walk by. He continued on to his spot. From there he would see his project through the leaves while she, or anyone who was helping her could see him from the roof. As he sat down he wondered if the girl was dead. There was a very good chance that she was. But as he heard movement of chains. So she was still fighting. If someone saved her it mattered little. She would still be beaten down. After so many hours up there she would be physically drained with minor injuries almost everywhere. In addtion her arms would be destroyed, almost every muscle in her arm would be pulled as well as her shoulders dislocated, there may even be a possibility of stress fractures. Patrick didn't know the exact physical reprucussions of his crucifiction but he knew that they were bad

What an interesting day...

OO: Someone save her!

[David Blaze]

OOC((I didnt read the other thread, but im assuming she hanging by chains from the roof. I dont know the specifications, so If im wrong in what i say feel free to PM me ^_^ ))

David reached over, grasping the chains and yanking hard, pulling her clean over the roof top in three tugs. He laid her down, speaking softly.

"Its alright, calm down. I'm here to help you." He moved his hands quickly over her body, removing the chains with effeciency. He tugged out the Axel, chucking it off to the side. What the hell was this, a crucifixtion? He held her head up, picking up the water he brought with him and pushing it to her lips. "Drink." David would, after having her take a few gulps, try and speak a few more words to her and get some information. "Who did this to you?" He didnt know her name, didnt know what had happened.

He was angry, beyond angry. This male or female, the one who did this to her...they would be found soon enough, and when he did find them, he would hurt them. He would hurt them badly. This kind of actions were just the reason he chose to do what he did- chose to fight rather then talk.

This child, this destroyer of bodies.....

He. Would. Bleed.

[jiro]

[[OOC: rewr! brain is broken! Sorry D: ]]

Barely hanging in, Nova was trying her best to keep herself from passing out. There was nothing but pain she could feel, the fears that she'd fall from that height, the ever lingering thoughts of dying while hanging from the school, the fact she felt sick from the constant rocking motions. She knew something would happen, whether it be suffocation or a chain breaking and sending her down to her doom. She just felt the black bird of death on her shoulders, but still the girl tried to dwell in the land of the living for just a little longer. From the ground, there were sounds of cars passing, people talking, then gasping, screaming, and people questioning the happenings. Finally she was found... But would someone make it up there in time?

There was some form of movement, Nova was far to out of it to say in some senses; to even have some idea of what was going on. All she knew, was movement just seemed to make everything hurt more. Her arms, legs, shoulders, especially her jaw..most of the muscles in her body? Oh god, with ever tug just seemed to make things worse. At that point she was having a hard time, keeping her eyes open, she didn't want to be awake anymore. The thoughts of slipping away to sleep sounded so lovely, unless of course she'd feel pain there. She heard the sounds of the chains rattling, the sudden movements. Gasping for air, the girl was finding it exceptionally difficult to breath. There was something wrong with her, what she didn't know for sure; apart from the fact everything hurt like there was no frackin tomorrow.

"Its alright, calm down. I'm here to help you."

His voice sounded reassuring, perhaps she'd live through it? More rattling of the chains, she left their weight being lifted from her arms, it felt way better, but there was still pain; so very much of it too. *CLANK* went the axle was it was thrown aside, hitting the roof of the school. It was finally gone, thank the heavens. Her breathing was still quite stressed, probably seeming quite difficult from anyone else's perspective. It was obvious that she needed to see someone for medical help, rather quick too.

"Drink."

The young man was still there, trying to force water down her throat. Yes, a very good thing since she needed it, but at the same time quiet the hurtful gesture. The girl began to cough once she tried to swallow the water, it was proving to be very difficult. The more she lay there, the more every thing just seemed to sit, the pain, the fact she lived to be saved, the fears that whoever he was, that he was around somewhere. She didn't want to see him again, ever again. She closed her eyes, making various expression indicating exactly how she felt, trying her best to fight the urges to cry out; knowing if she did so, it would hurt even more.

"Who did this to you?"

The guy was sweet, but there was no way she even had the strength to talk, trying would surely push her past her limit. It's not like she wasn't already pushed passed it, but any more additional stress on her exhausted self wouldn't be very good. Remaining silent, the tanned girl just lay still, wishing she could tell him what she knew; even though it was practically nothing.

[Patrick O'Connor]

Patrick heard the tugs. The chains were moving, quickly, too quickly for her to be breathing. He knew instantly that she was being pulled up. Patrick looked up to see her go over the edge. A shame. His fun appeared to be at its end, though he had to admit that this was slightly less fun than with that Connor kid that he had lit up. Patrick sighed and got up, stretching out.

He then started of to go inside. He figured that class might be a good idea. He really had nothing better to do. He was very bored to be honest. He felt absolutely nothing else. Not remorse, not even a sick pleasure at this point. He did, because he did. There was no real rhyme or rhythm he felt like doing things so he did it. Someone would call him immoral however that would be incorrect. To be immoral someone had to have morals. More correctly Patrick was amoral. There was not a hint of remorse for what he had done or what he would do next, be it today or tommorrow.

Now he roamed through the halls, in the general direction of class but not quite sure if he would go...

[David Blaze]

David growled.

He knew the methodical, disgusting way people worked. He was sure that whoever did this would keep an eye on her- thats just how people worked. David wanted so bad to catch him, right now, and spill his blood. But this girl needed medical attention, and fast. He scooped her up in his arms, his foot flipping up and crashing into the door. That fucker flew right off its hinges, spiralling into the darkness and embedding into the wall, the end vibrating and bouncing as it did so. He was already down the steps, skipping them a few at a time. The weight he held seemed as nothing to him, and he sprinted as fast as he could, arriving to the hospital wing out of breath and slightly sweaty, but in minimal time.

He placed her on a bed as doctors swarmed her, checking her vitals, hooking her up to machines....

David took a seat, placing his chin in his hands after finally regaining his breath.

'I will wait. And when she awakens....i will go hunting.'

[jiro]

[[ooc: Sorry! o___o;; I didn't know what the facilities offered, since I didn't see it in the school info! I'm sorry! Nyaa]]

No longer could the girl keep her eyes open, she listened to the loud noises that were caused by her nameless hero. It was what seemed like a short journey until she smelled the familiar scent of disinfectant, and heard the voices of what were probably busy doctors. She was moved again, followed by many hands poking and prodding. There was a sharp sting in her right hand from something, it was nothing compared to the rest of pain that she was feeling. Her face, her shoulders, her arms, and chest, hurt worse then anything she had ever experience in her life.

*Blip..Blip...Blip..Blip*

Their words were making no sense to her, Nova could think of nothing more then the annoying smell of disinfectant and the excruciating pain she was feeling. Why couldn't the place smell a little better... Every time a doctor so much as touched her jaw, Nova would cry out in pain; she no longer had the strength or energy to with stand anything more. It was the only way she could give them the idea of: oh shite, that really frackin hurts. She prayed that they got the idea. It wasn't long before she girl lost consciousness.

~~~~~Some Time Later~~~~~

*Blip... Blip... Blip... Blip*

Waking up to the same smell, Nova felt horrible, she didn't know where she was, again. It made her a little afraid to open her eyes, after all there were so many possibilities. Was she still with the crazy guy? Did she get rescued? The tanned girl's eyes remained closed as she tried to think back on the happenings, trying to set things straight. There was a brunette with an accent, yes he was the cause. But there was another guy? She could barely make out his features, but he was the hero. Remaining still, Nova felt the dull stinging. There had to be something walling her from the pain, since of course she remembered way more of it. Her mouth felt really weird, she couldn't explain it either.

Still a little hesitant, Nova opened her eyes slowly. What seemed like a hospital room, was where she was situated; there was an annoying blipping noise in the distance. She wished it would become silent, not knowing exactly why it blipped; just being aware of the fact she had a headache. Though even that didn't seem so bad anymore, not after what she felt earlier.. or the other day? Or whenever it was. Feeling in such a normal matter, the girl went to see if she could talk, being the fact it proved to be more trouble then it was worth before hand.

Of course she wasn't having any luck in that department. She heard the sound of someone walking towards her, for a moment the girl was afraid that he had returned. Though, it wasn't long before the face of a doctor looked over her, he wore a friendly expression. Which of course made Nova feel a little less afraid about the situation. There was a clipboard in his hand and what probably her medical chart attached to it.

"Nova Bryant?"

The girl nodded, enjoying the fact that she could do such a thing again.

"Good Good. Well, you won't be able to enjoy solids for a while, we had to wire your jaw shut." Of course he was leaving out all the details in between, but they weren't so important at the time."You will probably be able to come back to us to have them removed in five to eight weeks." He paused for a moment, then continued to drone on about the damage done to her arms, what they had to do to her shoulders, what she had to do in the mean time about them, what she would be taking for the pain, and how she was to eat; Things in general. "Oh, you have a guest, he's been waiting patiently this whole time."


At first Nova's mind quickly jumped to her attacker, then to him, and the mystery hero.


She was silent, but then again what the hell was she to say? How would she say it in the first place. The doctor pressed a button on the bed and it moved the girl into a sitting position, so she could see her guest. He didn't look familiar at all, though Nova didn't really get a good look at her hero in the first place. She weakly smiled at him, not noticing the doctor as he left some blank papers and a pen on the side table, then walked off. Leaving poor Nova with the stranger.

[David Blaze]

David jerked awake when he heard the door clicking and opening, the young boy sitting up and wiping the small amount of drool from his hands. He cleared his throat, blinking sleepily for a while before stretching and watching the movements and actions the doctors took with care. He would have helped them but didnt want to undermine thier doctorate, so he waited patiently, until finally the girl and him were alone, she looked at him, her looking back. He licked him lips before leaning forward, placing his chin in his hands.

"Hi. My name is David Blaze." Likely there would be no response. He would continue. "I'm the one who brought you from the roof, and i stayed here for an important question."

He paused, letting her wounded body and mind peice together what little he had told her. He sighed, then gestured to the paper.

"If you could, please, write the name of that person who did this to you? I would see them justice, if at all possible."

David was serious now- he needed that name. And if he didnt get it from her, that meant hours upon hours of searching and digging, questioning anyone who may know the name of the boy he would eventually break beneath his heel. He stood, walking a little closer to look as she wrote.

[jiro]

They were alone, it kind of made her nervous, but that was just because he was a complete stranger. Of course, she wouldn't be comfortable near a guy whom just so happened to be sitting near the end of her bed, upon waking up in a hospital, after an event with a stranger? Nova watched him carefully, just because she was not wishing for a repeat of the previous event. The girl wore a faint smile on her face, as she listened to the young man introduce himself. David Blaze.. David Blaze.. David Blaze.

Just a little trick to commit it to memory.

"I'm the one who brought you from the roof, and i stayed here for an important question."

The voice matched, it had to be him. Closing her eyes for a moment, the girl thought back on everything. There was never a mention of any names, she could barely remember the guy. There was chance he had red hair and the memory of an accent, which was about all she could gather from her thoughts. Nova looked to the paper on the side table, he knew she couldn't talk either. She looked down at the blankets for a moment, wishing that she didn't turn the corner the previous day.

"If you could, please, write the name of that person who did this to you? I would see them justice, if at all possible."

Looking up at David, the girl felt a little guilty. This stranger was going out of his way to help her, it made her feel pathetic. After all, in no way did Nova stand up for herself, she wasn't able to do anything to protect herself from the guy. Reaching out for the paper, Nova's arm trembled, it was difficult to will it to move; everything up her arm hurt. She pulled it back carefully and looked down at the paper.

Ever wondering what exactly to write. She didn't know a name. She just had a vague idea of a hair colour and the knowledge that he had an accent. Taking the pen in her hand, Nova tried her best to steady her hand enough to make the words legible. The best she could do was: He had an accent and red hair.. Looking up at the young man, she turned the paper towards him; giving him time to read it. All the while feeling pathetic about the whole ordeal.