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savetheearth2013-06-27 06:26 pm
doomedtheworld) wrote in savetheearth2013-06-27 06:26 pm
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Sometimes there's only one place you can go.
Who: Vanessa and Aaron Strider
What: With memories she never had coming up, talking notepads and the revelation that she might have been dragged into something way over her head Vanessa heads to the safest place she knows to try to figure stuff out.
When: June 27th, late evening.
Where: The LSR clinic.
The LSR clinic was a familiar place to Vanessa. She'd been there many times since she was just a young kid new to the streets, since she had first dragged herself in, half dead with a fever. She'd half-expected to be turned away since all she had to pay with was a meager few dollars she'd scraped together but Doctor Strider had treated her anyway. Since then, she'd been there several times usually with a few bruises and scrapes, the occasional black eye and at least one time when a would-be mark had gotten the drop on her and nearly twisted her arm off in retaliation. Each time she paid as much as she could, never talked about herself and was never asked any questions, exactly how she preferred it.
Her last visit to the clinic had been a long time ago now, which was only natural. She had grown older, gotten faster and smarter and so she was hurt a lot less and having a roof over her head and real food meant she didn't get sick nearly as often or as badly. Still, it was a familiar place to her as she went through the motions, explaining her visit as a hurt wrist and took a seat to wait her turn.
That was a lie, of course, she was really just here because she needed to get her head around everything that had happened the past few days. She needed to make sure it was real and she needed to hear it from somebody she knew.
What: With memories she never had coming up, talking notepads and the revelation that she might have been dragged into something way over her head Vanessa heads to the safest place she knows to try to figure stuff out.
When: June 27th, late evening.
Where: The LSR clinic.
The LSR clinic was a familiar place to Vanessa. She'd been there many times since she was just a young kid new to the streets, since she had first dragged herself in, half dead with a fever. She'd half-expected to be turned away since all she had to pay with was a meager few dollars she'd scraped together but Doctor Strider had treated her anyway. Since then, she'd been there several times usually with a few bruises and scrapes, the occasional black eye and at least one time when a would-be mark had gotten the drop on her and nearly twisted her arm off in retaliation. Each time she paid as much as she could, never talked about herself and was never asked any questions, exactly how she preferred it.
Her last visit to the clinic had been a long time ago now, which was only natural. She had grown older, gotten faster and smarter and so she was hurt a lot less and having a roof over her head and real food meant she didn't get sick nearly as often or as badly. Still, it was a familiar place to her as she went through the motions, explaining her visit as a hurt wrist and took a seat to wait her turn.
That was a lie, of course, she was really just here because she needed to get her head around everything that had happened the past few days. She needed to make sure it was real and she needed to hear it from somebody she knew.