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Post by Ershey on Nov 29, 2011 15:10:57 GMT -5
Ershey cringed as she looked in the mirror. Her face had cuts and mild bruises, both from Eastman and their escape from the headquarters. Macbeth had just left to look for Goblin and now that everything was slowing down, she felt the pain in her bruises and cuts finally emerge. She was grateful for them, to have them come back for her and risk everything. Then again, it didn't mean that Risk wasn't safe from a lecture or two.
She sighed, grabbing a washcloth and turning on the faucet. Trouble just finds our family, no matter where we go...
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Post by Mush on Nov 29, 2011 18:04:05 GMT -5
Mush rushed into the bunk room, in a panic. "Ersh?!" he called out. Before she could even respond, he ran into the washroom. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her, his eyes widening.
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Post by Ershey on Nov 29, 2011 20:20:53 GMT -5
Ershey couldn't do anything but give him a small smile before rushing over to him and hugging him tightly. She hated how much she made Mush worry. This would be the second time he's seen her beat up and she hoped it stopped there.
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Post by Mush on Nov 29, 2011 20:25:55 GMT -5
He held her tightly; he hoped he wasn't hurting her, but he wasn't about to ease up. "God, I'm so glad you're okay," he mumbled, eyes shut tightly as he buried his face in her hair.
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Post by Ershey on Nov 29, 2011 22:06:25 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," she apologized, although not entirely too sure what for. "I-It's just some bruises and cuts... it'll be fine."
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Post by Mush on Nov 29, 2011 22:12:11 GMT -5
"Ershey..." he said softly, obviously concerned. "Tell me exactly what happened."
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Post by Ershey on Nov 29, 2011 22:14:57 GMT -5
"I was closing up at Tibby's... and Race stopped by to say hello so I walked back with him and the next thing I know, there's a blade against my back and there were a couple thugs -- and Race fought back, he really did but they dragged me away before he could do anything," she explained, hoping that he wouldn't get upset.
"It was, uh, Eastman's thugs... from Five Points?" She was sure he'd heard of them. Anyone who lived one the streets should know who Eastman was.
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Post by Mush on Nov 29, 2011 22:22:22 GMT -5
"Dammit, I'm gonna kill someone. And if it turns out to be Race, then fine," he shrugged, getting a bit hysterical.
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Post by Ershey on Nov 29, 2011 22:25:43 GMT -5
"Mush," she said worriedly, grabbing his arms to make sure he wouldn't run off anywhere. "Risk and Macbeth came back to get me... they got roped in helping Goblin with taking Eastman down. A-and they came back to get me before anything else could happen..."
Thank God, she thought. The last thing she wanted was to become like one of those girls in the Refuge. She was suddenly incredibly grateful for Risk and his guns. ((Hahahhaha))
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Post by Mush on Nov 29, 2011 22:31:48 GMT -5
"You didn't... I mean, Eastman didn't..." He looked at her worriedly; his emotions were so up and down, but he was severely glad that she was okay. For the most part.
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Post by Ershey on Nov 29, 2011 22:37:09 GMT -5
"No, no, no... he threw me around a couple times," replied Ershey immediately, only realizing now how much pain her arms and legs were in. "He was trying to figure out if I knew anything -- then he got distracted by the shootings outside. It was Tristan and Jimmy from Brooklyn... then Risk and Beth came and found me."
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Post by Mush on Nov 29, 2011 22:39:59 GMT -5
He pulled her close again, pressing his forehead against hers and sighing deeply. "I owe them a lot." Dammit, he had never wanted to owe Risk anything. But now he did. He practically owed him his life.
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Post by Ershey on Nov 29, 2011 22:42:27 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," she sighed, frowning. "I always make you worry..."
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Post by Mush on Nov 29, 2011 22:46:30 GMT -5
Mush chuckled ruefully then pushed her hair back, staring at her forehead. "Nope, nothing there..."
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Post by Ershey on Nov 29, 2011 22:49:50 GMT -5
"Nothing what?" she muttered, looking up at him in confusion. It was then that she realized that most of her bruises and cuts were on her arms and legs. She remembered enduring a kick or two but it was all too fuzzy to remember.
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