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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 6, 2008 0:38:39 GMT -5
Tuesday finishes wiping away the blood from his wounds, and pauses, to tie her hair back. "That happens sometimes, when you really want to say something, words just don't come to you. I really hate when that happens."
She picks up the bottle of peroxide she had taken from the bathroom. "I'm gonna put a little of this on to clean out your wounds. It's gonna sting, so brace yourself." Besides that, there isn't much else she can do for him.
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Post by Lena Eva Aysel on Jul 6, 2008 0:39:57 GMT -5
"Do you remember anything?"
Lena mentally crossed her fingers, eyes darting to the various spots of his skin that were exposed. He was the whitest person she had ever seen.
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Post by Markus Dunstan on Jul 6, 2008 0:47:35 GMT -5
Markus simply tilts his head and stares vacantly at her through the goggles of his gas mask.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 6, 2008 0:48:21 GMT -5
Alexei nodded slowly at her.
"All right."
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 6, 2008 0:52:50 GMT -5
Tuesday pours some of the peroxide on the wounds, and frowns when it fizzes up, she knew that had to give Alexei a sting. She dabs at the cuts with a clean, dry cloth. She crinkles her nose, she really hated the smell that wafted through the air.
"There." She said, replacing the bottle on the nightstand. She smiles a little at him, in an attempt to comfort him. She bandages the now clean wounds. "Thats all I can do. I'm sorry its not much."
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 6, 2008 1:06:36 GMT -5
Alexei clencheses his teeth in pain as Tuesday cleans his wounds. Thankfully, due to years of drug use and alcohol he didn't feel pain quite as acutely as most people, but it still hurt some. Once she finishes he relaxes a little, but still fights to stay concious.
"Thanks." He says.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 6, 2008 1:13:47 GMT -5
"No problem. I just wish I could help more. I'm really sorry about this." Tuesday says, and hangs her head a little.
She can't help but feel responsible. The masked man didn't go after Alexei and Maeve, he went after her, and because of her the other two had gotten involved. Maeve was alright, but Alexei had been seriously hurt, and she was afraid he would die.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 6, 2008 1:24:31 GMT -5
Alexei breathed slowly and laid his head backs, wiping some sweat off his brow. He did begin to consider the possibility he may die.
"Tuesday, will you do something for me?" He reaches into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. Like the adrenaline shot, it was something he always kept on him. Alexei always thought ahead, and prepared for any occassion. This was one of them.
"If I die, take this to Moscow and find a woman named Svetlana Nacharde. She lives alone in Moscow. Ask around and someone will tell you."
He lays the letter in Tuesday's lap as he reflects on it a bit. Svetlana was his older sister. She'd practically raised him. He'd written the letter two years ago, but always kept it with him in case he died. He thought of his sister now, and was surprised that even he felt like he could cry.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 6, 2008 1:29:36 GMT -5
"Of course." Tuesday says, dipping the cloth back into the water, and wringing it out, before bringing it to his forehead, she traced the soft, damp material from the top of her forehead down to his cheek.
"Who's Svetlana?" She asks, keeping conversation going, she didn't want him to drift off.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 6, 2008 1:43:02 GMT -5
"She's my older sister." He replies, looking at the letter thoughtfully, "She raised me after my mother left. The letter is just something I wrote a while ago in case something happened to me. Just...apologizing for all the bad things I've done. All the times I didn't listen to her and went the wrong way, like most the men in my family."
It also told his sister where Alexei had hidden fifty-five thousand rand dollars that had been dismissed as "stolen" from Kaschei. It had been the last resort in case Alexei had ever needed to disappear, but if he died...he wanted Svetlana to have it.
"She always took care of me." He said, still watching the letter, "Even when I got sent to prison. She had a powerful friend. If it hadn't been for her, I would have gotten life."
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 6, 2008 1:48:47 GMT -5
Tuesday listens to him, and nods. "She sounds like a wonderful woman. I don't know many people who are strong enough to do that." She looks down at the letter in her lap. "I promise that if you can't get this letter to her, I will."
She pauses a moment, and its silent. "I always wanted an older sister when I was younger. It was just me and my parents growing up, and we didn't always get along, they were firm Manalists, and we disagreed on almost everything. They severed ties with me a couple years back."
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 6, 2008 1:54:31 GMT -5
Alexei eyes her quizzically.
"So you don't believe in manalism, huh?"
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 6, 2008 1:58:59 GMT -5
Tuesday looks at Alexei, she has no reason to worry about him turning her in. Besides that, there was a high possibility he wouldn't even remember this conversation, let alone live-- she pushed that thought from her mind, shaking her head.
"No. Not really. It's just something thats hard for me to comprehend. I like to have physical proof, and what proof is there that Father Manala exists? None." She shrugs lightly. "Not to mention it's really just ridiculous, all those stories and rules," She shakes her head again.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 6, 2008 2:10:22 GMT -5
Alexei nods thoughtfully, not even seeming to disagree.
"But the principles of Manalism? The Blessed. The Cursed."
He winced slightly in pain, but still he fought to keep conscious.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 6, 2008 2:15:58 GMT -5
"I have...mixed feelings on all of that." Tuesday says, leaning back in her chair a bit. Shes rather uncomfortable in the clothes that she's wearing, but she ignores it, concentrating on the conversation.
"There are certain things that I can't help but agree with, I think that laziness, mediocrity, and such are wrong, but there are other things that just don't make sense to me." She shrugs again. "What about you? Are you a firm follower of Father Manala...or not so much?"
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