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Post by Lindsay Hart on Aug 2, 2008 1:27:55 GMT -6
Lindsay placed her hand against the cold brick, leading against the wall for support. She squinted her eyes, panting, as she cradled her pregnant stomach with the other. She had been walking for miles through the city, since she had departed from the train station with no real sense of where she was headed. All Lindsay had was a name. The Hyperion Academy for Slayers and Watchers was what it was called, and that's where she had been headed for the past three months.
Now sleep deprived, body sore, and thirsty the eight and a half month pregnant Slayer found herself starring at the famed building from across the street. She took a moment to rest, watching from the distance the comings and goings. Feeling a little dizzy, Lindsay closed her eyes and took several deep breathes.
"Hold on baby," she spoke down to her stomach between breathes. "We're almost there.
Gathering her strength, and pulling in some of her reserved slayer strength, Lindsay pushed herself off the wall with a grunt, and started across the street.
"Almost there. Almost there."
Waddling up the stairs the slayer hesitated, unsure if she should knock or just walk in. She decided to do both, and she stepped inside into a huge lobby area. She saw people, but her vision was beginning to blur. Stumbling, Lindsay caught herself on a pillar.
"Is this...I'm looking for..."
And than she blacked out.
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Post by Mackayla Aurora Sheridan on Aug 2, 2008 9:51:22 GMT -6
Mackayla made her way back to the Hyperion her patrol just leaving her more frustrated and confused. Approaching the building she noticed something laying just outside the door. 'What the hell is that?' she thought as she carefully made her way toward it. 'A pregnant woman?'
Mack knelt down slowly by the womans head and stuck her hand down checking for a pulse point in her neck. Pulling her hand back with a shrug as she realized that the woman was still alive. One hand coming to her chin as she debated whether to go in and call 911, walk in and ignore what she found hoping that it would become someone else's problem or to suck it up and go to her senior slayers for help.
"Damn it Lady, you better appreciate what I'm about to do to save your sorry ass," She mumbled crossly before heading inside stepping gingerly over the prone form. Hands stuffed roughly into the pockets of her leather coat she scanned the lobby looking for Buffy or Faith. "Great just great," Mack huffed when she didn't see either of the two she was looking for. The only other two she'd been introduced to were the resident vampire's and she sure as hell wasn't about to go to them, she was a slayer for Christ sake.
Scanning the room she saw a few of what she assumed to be Junior Slayers heading up to their dorms for the night after their patrol but its not as if they could help her. Her teeth gritted and she looked for her a phone to dial 911 before thinking better of it. This place wasn't exactly popular with the local community, in the state where gay marriage was legal and people were supposed to be open, the hypocrites turned their nose up at a school for gifted women.
"Yo anyone know where Buffy and or Faith are? there's a package for 'em on the stoop," Mack yelled before sitting on one of the sofa's in the lobby. Might as well wait for an answer and see it through, as much as she hated to admit it, she didn't want to see the woman taken away in a hearse. Killing demons and bad guys was one thing but an innocent pregnant woman was another thing entirely.
Mack's hands shook and she reached for a cigarette to calm her nerves. She had the stick between her lips and was reaching for a light before changing her mind. 'Where the hell were Buffy and Faith anyway?' When the two were MIA for the next several minutes she stood and moved outside looking back down at the prone figure.
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Post by Wesley Wyndam-Pryce on Aug 12, 2008 19:01:04 GMT -6
The main lobby was always full of buzz and excitement. It was the place he felt more comfortable being. He didn't feel much like a ghost unless someone fell through him if they were playing with a ball or some other odd activity. Wesley walked through the walls with a sigh, hating the fact that he had to do that. He wanted to act like a real person but there was no way that would happen so he had to fess up and realize that he needed to do this sort of thing. He was glad that he did walk through the wall at that moment because a woman was sprawled out on the ground. Wesley rushed over and tried to help her up, but there was nothing he could do with these useless hands. Looking around, he spotted a girl smoking a cigerette. He scowled, standing up and walking over to her. "Do you mind helping me?! She needs to get off of this floor." He said with a bit of force in his voice. Walking back over to her, all he could do was stare. She was very far into the pregnancy. "Ma'am! Please! Wake up!" It was all he could do to help her for now. There was no way to dial 911. |
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Post by Aleks Schtauffen on Aug 13, 2008 7:27:44 GMT -6
He'd been LOOKING for those slayers, Faith and Buffy, when he'd heard the yells for help from a winded looking man. Oh, boy! He dropped that bag swiftly, no pause in his step and barely a moment's hesitation as he sprinted over towards the situation! He slid on one leg so he could QUICKLY be down to the pregnant woman's level. He wasn't sure of what she was or who, but he DID know one thing.
He wasn't a doctor.
His Motorola phone was pulled from its belt clip as he swiftly punched in 911's number, all the while leaning forward to elevate Lindsay's head despite the fact he really hadn't noticed that when he slid by, he'd moved through Wesley! Yes, he hadn't noticed the ghost due to being wrapped up in the situation. He was explaining to the cops the situation, of how a pregnant woman was passed out near the steps..
Oh yeah, now he was lightly smacking the knocked out Slayer's face! Yaaay! "Vake up, Fraulein! Vake up!"
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Post by Wesley Wyndam-Pryce on Aug 13, 2008 9:49:23 GMT -6
Wesley felt an odd sensation when he was kneeling over to try and help. When he looked up to see if it was an American football, he noticed that someone else came to help and apparently had slid through Wesley. The feeling was, yes, odd. It was like you were walking through a person and then seeing all of their insides or walking through a wall and seeing where maggots lived. Of course it was odd, though he couldn't necessarily feel them passing through.
Looking to the other person for help, he tried to make his voice more urgent, but it came out that way already since well...this was an urgent situation. "We need to move this woman off the floor to one of the couches." He nodded his head to where the unhelpful woman was sitting down, still smoking her cigarette. "Please." He said to the other boy. |
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Post by Aleks Schtauffen on Aug 13, 2008 10:12:24 GMT -6
"Nein!" This is when he almost GROWLED it out as he looked to Wesley with those fierce, brown eyes of his narrowed in contempt for the man."Moving her could hurt her more than help! Go be useful and wait outside for z'e paramedics you idiot!" Yes, he was hardly amused by the request to remove her, his eyes flickered back to Lindsay dangerously..
He didn't know the girl, but the fact she was pregnant and injured? ..No, he wasn't going to let down another pregnant woman, not after his personal experiences in the past..He kept her head elevated, eyes to the doors waiting for them to respond to his damned call!
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Post by Wesley Wyndam-Pryce on Aug 13, 2008 12:59:03 GMT -6
Wesley's head shot back, startled at the furiousness in this boy's eyes and voice. Scowling himself, he stood to his feet and stepped away. Did he really deserve to be snapped at like that when he was just trying to suggest something to help her? It wasn't like he was trying to do wrong to the poor woman so he doubted the idiot remark did much good for the boy. He'd dealt with Cordelia's pregnancy for one day in the best way that he could and it wasn't that bad. Granted, the second time he wanted nothing to do with whatever was growing inside of her. "There is a pillow over there. Might be something to use to elevate her." If Wesley could touch things, he would have no problem lifting her to the couch, but this boy seemed to know more about pregnancy than Wesley did though he didn't go through with it as calmly himself. "Would you settle down?!" He grunted at the pure hatred pouring from the boy's body language. "I did nothing to upset you so try and get her comfortable instead of growling at me!" |
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Post by Lindsay Hart on Aug 13, 2008 13:39:56 GMT -6
Lindsay's eyes slowly fluttered open and close as she began to regain consciousness. In the background she could hear voices arguing about moving her, and something about the police. She moaned, squeezed her eyes shut at the bright lights of the lobby and than forced them open again to take in her surroundings. She quickly pushed herself up to a sitting position, rested her back against the pillar she had fainted near, and placed her hands on her stomach protectively. Two men crouched before her, and Lindsay sucked in a sharp breathe.
"What happened," she asked cautiously, still getting her bearings.
Scanning the lobby, Lindsay noticed a few other girl all seemingly doing their own thing. Other slayers perhaps? The fog was starting to clear from her head as she recalled where she was. Remembering the talk of police, the slayer looked to the blonde man holding a cell phone.
"No, no paramedics. I'll be fine," she said, rubbing and shaking her head.
"Is this the Hyperion Academy? I...I heard this was the place to come," Lindsay went on, altering her gaze between the men. "I'm a slayer. My name is Lindsay."
Her muscles tensed as she waited cautiously for an answer, hoping she hadn't made the wrong decision about speaking her identity. After all it wasn't every day she just blurted out to complete strangers that she was a chosen one.
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Post by Wesley Wyndam-Pryce on Aug 13, 2008 21:02:06 GMT -6
After grumbling at the other person, he noticed the woman's eyes start to flicker. He knelt down once more, getting closer. "You fell. Are you alright?" He asked her, quite worried. Why shouldn't he be? He wanted to help her up, but she seemed to have pulled herself up against the pillar pretty well. Frowning to himself, he resisted the urge to try and comfort her.
Looking to the other man, he looked to his phone and shook his head. "You better call them back." Turning his head back to her, he attempted pet her hand but it fell through. "Are you sure you don't need any medical help?" He asked with a sigh, pulling his hand away to himself. "Yes. This is the Hyperion Academy." He assured her, nodding his head slowly, trying to be the most help he could in his current condition. |
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Post by Aleks Schtauffen on Aug 14, 2008 6:07:52 GMT -6
This is when he did just that, yes he called the paramedics miraculously and convinced them NOT to send that ambulance..That they hadn't even sent yet! That was just like fucking Los Angeles! The German's eyes went to the pregnant woman, then to Wesley..Then to the woman."Yah, as he said this is z'e Academy for slayers. From vhot I understand, the new votcher's council as well."
This is when he looked right as Wesley in a far less than happy way that might've said he'd of liked to beat him. "Votch vhat you grumble Drumkopf, I have exceptional hearing." Annnnd so he got up and walked to the stairs.
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Post by Wesley Wyndam-Pryce on Aug 14, 2008 9:58:02 GMT -6
"Oh pipe down." Wesley snapped at the angry man, becoming greatly annoyed by his lack of forgiveness. Why would he not grumble at the man who seemingly ripped his head off for no real reason? He was grateful that he was about to leave because their arguing would not be a good thing for this woman. Folding his arms, he narrowed his eyes as the man walked up the stairs before turning his head to the woman once more. "Is there anything I can do for you?" There wasn't much, but he could at least try to do something. |
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Post by Aleks Schtauffen on Aug 15, 2008 8:50:25 GMT -6
"I'd say something to the extent of beating you vithin an inch of your life, but I'm afraid."He extended an index finger to poke at Wesley's ethereal chest mockingly. "That foot and inch vos taken, yah?"The last part was spoke with mock sadness at this point, further mocking a man who, from what he thought, he could truly do little to fight back or anything else for that matter. "How did you pass? Ex-Vife get pissed at the lack of dick she vos getting so she killed you?"
With a wink, the man merely turned his back as he headed towards the steps in the secret hope he didn't make the same mistake as the woman before him by falling. God, that'd make me look like an ass.
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Post by Lindsay Hart on Aug 15, 2008 13:27:08 GMT -6
Lindsay nodded at the man's confirmation that this place was in fact the Hyperion Academy for Slayers and Watchers. She rubbed her face, letting out a small sigh of relief that she had finally made it to her destination. Now, was just deciding if it was the right choice to have made coming here. Right now the hostility between the two men, particularly in the blond man, was causing her to have second thoughts.
As Wesley reached down for her hand she felt none of the familiar touch of skin on skin. If anything there was a tingling sensation somewhat like when your foot falls asleep. Somewhat disturbed, the slayer looked down to see the man's hand going right through her own. As the man withdrew, Lindsay rubbed her head again. She was tired, she thought to herself. Seeing things. Maybe alitte dehydrated too.
"I'm sure. Thank you," Lindsay responded to Wesley, bringing down her other hand from her head and casting a soft smile of appreciation. "I think I'm just...over-tired. I've been walking for so long."
Before she could continue she was interrupted by the Blondie man coming back to once again speak unkindly to the other. The slayer frowned, she was beginning to not care very much for blondie over here. If she was at full strength she would have definitely put him in his place. Choosing to ignore him, Lindsay looked back to the dark-haired man.
"Some information would be nice. Like who's in charge, and what goes on around here," the slayer asked.
"And maybe a place to lay down for awhile," she added.
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Post by Wesley Wyndam-Pryce on Aug 16, 2008 12:38:46 GMT -6
Wesley growled, his fists clenching menacingly. If he ever did get his touch back, this boy would be the first to feel a fist against his nose. "I died for a cause. Trying to save the world, actually. Better than anything you ever did as you are still alive." He called out in a mocking tone, swearing at the boy under his breath. He truly didn't care if he heard him.
Looking back to her, he gave her an apologetic look. "I'm sorry about that, miss." He said, watching her rub her head. He was itching to try and help, but now she knew why he couldn't at least. He didn't want to seem like a pompous ass that didn't want to get his clothes dirty. "You need to rest, but you probably knew that already." Trying intently to listen and think at the same time, he nodded his head at her request. "Buffy Summers and Angel are the ones who run this building. I try and help as well." He decided to give those too a little credit.
"What goes on? Well we train potential slayers here and give others a place to stay." He looked around at the hotel, feeling memories fill him until he forced himself to look back into the eyes of the woman. "Of course. Are you able to stand? I will show you to a free room and take care of all the paper work you need." Well...he would get someone else to write for him anyway. |
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