05-31-2016, 01:24 AM
"Well, really, it is home for me. I mean, I lived here a long time before... this," she replied. After all, it was at one point. The funny thing is, it felt more like home than anywhere else. Maybe it was the quirkiness, but this was where she belonged, really. And she wouldn't have it any other way, either.
This man, Issac Carter, seemed nice enough. Of course, he did have that mysterious air that she bet told other to buzz off, but she'd seen worse at this point. The more pressing issue was the reason for him washing up here. How did that happen, exactly? Well, it was obvious she had to ask.
"So, how exactly did you get hurt like this?" she asked, concern still prominent on her features. There had to be a reason, yeah? Were there attackers nearby already? That couldn't be good at all. She wouldn't have minded so much if there weren't innocent people on this island.
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Things had been getting hard for Bobby, lately. Age was catching up to him, and there wasn't much he could do about it. He'd be passing on soon. But hell if he died without a fight. 66 years wasn't that bad. He could still function.
He'd been on his way back to the village along with Lou that night, and conversation was pleasant. Basic talks about the goings-on of their island were common, so this one wasn't very new at all. But that didn't detract from it all. As they stepped into the village, the lamp posts highlighted red drips on the ground. Blood.
That wasn't natural. Someone was hurt, and they needed to find who. So they began checking each of the houses, before discovering that the trail led into an unused room. When they came in to investigate, they saw a man, passed out with a bloody rag stuck to his arm. He wasn't a resident, was he? Reed didn't care, he needed to get help. And who else but the only "prime" (don't ask him what it meant, the explanation was too complicated) on the island.
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"I'm so sorry, but something happened. I need to go," Noodle said, grabbing her tan coat quickly. She'd have to be back.
"It's fine. I understand," replied her "guest", as he slightly adjusted himself out of the slightly uncomfortable position he was in. Noodle nodded in appreciation, before dashing off into the night, towards the village. Whoever was hurt, according to Lou, didn't have much time on his hands before his death. She couldn't help but begin panicking because of that, and panic could get her killed. Damn it all, she didn't have time to panic.
When she arrived, Lou was pacing, and Bobby was making sure the stranger stayed alive. Good on him for that. She entered the room with a large first aid kit from a nearby hut on her back, and got to work properly patching his wounds. He had done okay by himself, but it needed extra attention. Once he was well-bandaged, she simply waited, making sure he stayed stable in his sleep. He eventually woke up during the night, after Reed and Womack had left.
"Hey, there you are. You okay?" she asked, a combination of joy and fear lacing her voice. He was alive, at least. What that meant was a mystery for now.
This man, Issac Carter, seemed nice enough. Of course, he did have that mysterious air that she bet told other to buzz off, but she'd seen worse at this point. The more pressing issue was the reason for him washing up here. How did that happen, exactly? Well, it was obvious she had to ask.
"So, how exactly did you get hurt like this?" she asked, concern still prominent on her features. There had to be a reason, yeah? Were there attackers nearby already? That couldn't be good at all. She wouldn't have minded so much if there weren't innocent people on this island.
-
Things had been getting hard for Bobby, lately. Age was catching up to him, and there wasn't much he could do about it. He'd be passing on soon. But hell if he died without a fight. 66 years wasn't that bad. He could still function.
He'd been on his way back to the village along with Lou that night, and conversation was pleasant. Basic talks about the goings-on of their island were common, so this one wasn't very new at all. But that didn't detract from it all. As they stepped into the village, the lamp posts highlighted red drips on the ground. Blood.
That wasn't natural. Someone was hurt, and they needed to find who. So they began checking each of the houses, before discovering that the trail led into an unused room. When they came in to investigate, they saw a man, passed out with a bloody rag stuck to his arm. He wasn't a resident, was he? Reed didn't care, he needed to get help. And who else but the only "prime" (don't ask him what it meant, the explanation was too complicated) on the island.
-
"I'm so sorry, but something happened. I need to go," Noodle said, grabbing her tan coat quickly. She'd have to be back.
"It's fine. I understand," replied her "guest", as he slightly adjusted himself out of the slightly uncomfortable position he was in. Noodle nodded in appreciation, before dashing off into the night, towards the village. Whoever was hurt, according to Lou, didn't have much time on his hands before his death. She couldn't help but begin panicking because of that, and panic could get her killed. Damn it all, she didn't have time to panic.
When she arrived, Lou was pacing, and Bobby was making sure the stranger stayed alive. Good on him for that. She entered the room with a large first aid kit from a nearby hut on her back, and got to work properly patching his wounds. He had done okay by himself, but it needed extra attention. Once he was well-bandaged, she simply waited, making sure he stayed stable in his sleep. He eventually woke up during the night, after Reed and Womack had left.
"Hey, there you are. You okay?" she asked, a combination of joy and fear lacing her voice. He was alive, at least. What that meant was a mystery for now.