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Post by Adrian Mastry on Sept 6, 2016 19:31:45 GMT
give it up
IT'S THE SAME OLD STORY BUT YOU NEVER GET IT RIGHT
Weakness.
That single word defined the supposedly proud ranger commissioner who laid lifelessly on the hospital bed in an unconscious state. Beeping would hum continuously in the otherwise peaceful room, powered by the several chords that were attached to Adrian's body. Indeed it served as a poor alarm for the woman upon her reawakening. It did however wake the sleeping woman from her slumber, eyes listlessly opening to be greeted by the harsh sunlight that was entering through a nearby window. "Ngh..." her right hand moved to block the sun and instantly there was regret in that.
Intense pain shot through not only her arm but her entire body. Internalizing her screams, Adrian fully opened her eyes to investigate her surroundings. Taking notice of several monitors and bags of miscellaneous fluids that surrounded her, she was quick to deduce that this was not the result of late night drinking. No, it had to have been from some work incident. Why else would she have woken up in a hospital?
Wait.
Suddenly the memories of what had happened flooded her mind, flashbacks playing in her head as she began to recall the incident. It was like playing back a nightmare. She was reminded of how it felt to be useless and weak, a haunting memory. The last thing she could remember clearly was Adrien calling her name. Now she was here. "Fuck," she spat in annoyance. It still hurt to move too much - she figured due to her muscles not being fully warmed up yet - but she turned her head to look around the rest of the room. There was a need to know what happened after she so disgracefully passed out. As her eyes wandered the room however, all she was able to find was the location of her clothes and ranger gear in the corner of the room. She was alone. Typical. She wasn't sure what she expected but a sigh slipped through her lips nonetheless.
Of course Adrian was never the type of person to wait around silently, so she sought to do the first thing that came to mind. Logically, that was searching for answers, and who else should she question first than the one that brought her to the hospital in the first place?
Powering through the initial shock of pain, the ginger sat up and swung her legs over to the side of the bed. From that angle she noticed the stitches that decorated her calves and momentarily wondered if she would be able to stand properly. If not then she would learn soon enough. She took the wires by the fistful and pulled them roughly away from her. The result was the flat-lining of the heart monitors by her bed, not that she cared either way. The next step was pulling the needles out of her skin from the IV bags which was exactly when a swarm of nurses burst in and flooded the room. Each of them took to some designated routine to restrain the ranger back to bed who staunchly resisted their efforts. While they were here though...
"Where's the person that brought me in?" she said this loudly as if demanding an answer from any one of the nurses there. She figured that it must have been Arkwright that had brought her here. There was no way that Liam would have been so generous instead of taking the opportunity to kill her first. Some murmured among themselves and eventually her question was answered, just not in a way that she wanted. Adrian had known that Arkwright was hurt from the fight as well so the news served to further anger her. "The fuck do you mean 'discharged'? So he just dropped me here and left?" There was some hesitant nods around her. "So he could be anywhere now?" More hesitant nods and whispers.
Adrian growled lowly as she yanked her arms free from one of the nurses who looked shocked that the woman was able to do so with such apparent ease. "Fuck this. I'm leaving." she stood on her feet and the sensation made her almost stumble without even taking a single step, but she was able to keep her balance for now. In her eyes there was no more need to stay there any longer. First thing was first, she needed to find Adrien and get answers out of him first. If he wanted to run then Adrian wouldn't let him do so for long. Of course the nurses tried to stop her, something about her health or whatever. 'In no condition', 'Ruining the stitches', 'irregular heart rate' she had heard these words and she couldn't have cared less. This wasn't the first time she had been to the hospital and as a ranger she knew what she had to do to release them from the medical obligation to keep her there.
"I'm refusing treatment." She shouldn't have said that so confidently but she had more important things to take care of than cradling the feelings of these nurses. "Now let me go."
Post by adrien arkwright on Sept 7, 2016 23:13:49 GMT
An arm outstretched sidewards and blindly search the bedside table, a groan escaped Adrien's lips as he'd finally give up when his phone rang for the umpteenth time. Fingers tapped on the table before the man would irritably lift his head up, eyes groggily straining as he'd finally locate the cellphone. Withdrawing his arm, the man would squint at the address - Celestic Hospital - and groaned again. "Tch..." He didn't need to think too hard to question why the hospital would be calling him. But even then, he hesitated and eyes would just blankly stare at the screen.
Having shut himself in his room at the Arkwright manor, the Galactic had refused phone calls and meeting for as long as he could. Being known in the town he was able to request a quick discharge and preferred to recover at home, only so because he could avoid those faces that visited him ever so often. He didn't want to face Jason again. Not Leah. And definitely not Adrian. And honestly he would have switched his phone off too had he not taken responsibility for the latter's treatment.
Alas, twas time to face the music. Apparently.
A finger would finally tap at the answer button, a nurse on the other side informing him of a certain uncooperative patient and how she was refusing treatment. Adrien would roll his eyes, his free hand rubbing his temple in vex. Give a woman the best treatment money could afford and she still wanted your head on a stake. "Can you please let her know that her bills will be paid for?" He'd hope that was enough to deter Adrian's refusal to cooperate. It worked the last time, although the nurse would then urge that he speak to her directly.
"..." The admin wouldn't respond, to converse with the ginger the last thing he wanted to do. He was sure she had questions and demands, and possibly a warrant as well. It didn't matter though, he was ashamed to see her after what he had put her through. Another panicked urge from the nurse would resound and snap him out of it, the situation apparently worsening on the other side. "Fine..." He'd murmur and swallow the lump in his throat as he waited for the call to get redirected to Mastry's ward. Someone would hand her the hospital phone from there.
An inhale and then, "Heeey....Adrien here," He'd put on the most casual tone he could muster as his head dropped back down on his pillow with a soft thud. Pain jolted up his body at that, the plethora of lacerations and gashes yet to heal. "Could you not make a scene? Please? Don't worry about the bills or anything. It's all been arranged. I can inform a ranger or two about your whereabouts as well if you'd like?" Continued ever so casually and as if the events at Misty falls never happened. And he'd pretend that they didn't. Besides, he wasn't going to see her again. Not if he could help it.
IT'S THE SAME OLD STORY BUT YOU NEVER GET IT RIGHT
By now, despite the powerful pulses of pain wracking her body, the ranger had strong armed herself away from the majority of the nurses. The needles providing the IV drip and blood that were previously in Adrian's arms laid on the floor for the nurses to clean up on their own. She was sure that with her behavior that her message was received loud and clear so she could hurry herself out. Regardless the nurses were still murmuring something on their own accord yet as long as Adrian had her way she couldn't find herself giving a damn about what was said.
On that note, walking was a trial in and of itself. One step was all that was needed to send the woman back down on her knees as the wounds on her legs began to burn intensely. The nurses would once again surround her but Adrian sent them backwards with a single glare. All she needed was to get to her clothes, get dressed, gather her things, and leave. In her mind this was not unlike getting out of bed after a night of drinking with a hangover... aside from the pestering nurses and the injuries all over her body. Taking a deep breath, the ginger tried to force herself back to her feet. As she had one of the brave nurses had taken the hospital phone and essentially shoved it in Adrian's hands as she was trying to grab hold of something for support.
"The fuck?" she questioned vehemently as she eyed the nurse that had attempted the bold move. Having no interest in answering the phone, Adrian was about to throw the phone right into the wall if it had not been for the voice that emerged in a timely fashion. It was so recognizable that without hearing what he was saying the woman still wanted to throw the phone into the wall as if it would do something to the person on the other side. Of course she didn't have the strength to throw with enough force so she decided to take the call instead. Moving the phone to her ear, the nurses around her seemed relieved and began to file out of the room to provide privacy, whatever that meant. That did not mean that Adrian was going to hold back though. "Oh you have a lot of fucking nerve," her tone was heated though surprisingly even given how angry she should have been.
The first thing he asked was for her not to make a scene. Honestly that was too little too late and produced a scoffing laugh from the woman. Next thing was his mention of taking care of the bills to which did nothing but further anger Adrian. This felt familiar and in that moment she wondered who Arkwright had taken her for. Did she truly seem like someone whose intentions could be bought? Her grip on the phone tightened which caused her nerves to suffer more pain that distracted her momentarily. The casual tone that Adrien had didn't help matters either. "I don't give a damn about the bills. I'm not staying here much longer," she stated in the same even tone. As the final nurse left her, the ranger began making her way to her pile of belongings as she listened to what else Arkwright had to say.
The final mention of notifying the rangers as to her whereabouts struck the commissioner silent for a second. Giving no notification of her absence, there was moderate surprise that a search party was not already formed to find her. Her Absol must have done something about that but that left the question as to how long she was out for. She didn't want to think about it. Nevertheless, she'd say nothing about the portion involving rangers, and would opt to change the subject to what she wanted. "Where in the hell are you?" A demand - her voice growing louder and more intense as she said those words. The woman would have screamed it if not how badly she was already feeling.
Her attention remained on the clothes and gear kept in the corner of the room. Releasing a heavy breath, she tried once more to stand to her feet and take a few steps further. The entire time she continued speaking into the phone regardless of whether she was listened to. Either way she was going to get what she was looking for. "We're going to have a nice long talk and if you don't tell me then oh so help me, you're going to wish I was dead." There was no doubt that her struggling to get across the room would be heard and it was not as if Adrian was trying to hide it either. When she had finally gotten to where she wanted, her legs buckled and she'd inelegantly fall onto the floor in a sitting position.
What she wanted was her phone, her free arm reaching forward to grab it. The app that she used to track Liam's number she had intended to use against the blue haired man as well. "I'll give you to the count of three." There was no expectation of an answer. Part of her expected a lie if he had, but she'd make the threat and start counting anyway. "Two."
Post by adrien arkwright on Sept 8, 2016 8:11:46 GMT
The first few words Adrian had to greet him with were enough for the man to slowly tilt the phone away from his ear, her voice just as loud and clear without the need to set it on speaker mode. Eyes closed as the man was tempted to drift of to sleep, concern for the woman the only thing that kept him from ignoring the phone call altogether. Hardly a day had passed and seeing how his stiches were still sore and raw, he expected Adrian's condition to be no better if not worse. A sigh was heard when paying for her treatment didn't garner the response he had hoped for and in turn just angered her further.
"Okay, okay. Calm down," He'd finally speak with a bit of his exhaustion leaking onto his tone, eyes flickering open as he'd bring the phone close to his ear now. Shuffling, heavy breaths and other movement on her side could be heard, the admin a bit annoyed at that now. "Don't move around, idiot. You're going to reopen your wounds," Fingers ran through his hair as he changed the topic, evading the question as to where he was. Maybe he really should have taken off to Snowpoint or Sunnyshore and probably would have, too, had he been in a better physical and emotional state. But nay, right now he was still sulking over his failure.
As expected, Adrian wanted to have that 'talk' and the admin couldn't help but scoff at that. She'd even give him a countdown as if he was a child who was being forced to confess to his shenanigans. Not happening. Taking a moment to formulate his words, Adrien would speak up again. "Mastry, stay at the hospital. I'm a bit uhh, preoccupied right now and it'll take me around a day to get there," A day was enough to let, hopefully, most of her treatment take its course. He had no real intentions of visiting her, another lie he had no choice but to tell.
Post by Adrian Mastry on Sept 8, 2016 12:00:21 GMT
give it up
IT'S THE SAME OLD STORY BUT YOU NEVER GET IT RIGHT
Calm down he said. If Adrian had been in a better mood them maybe she would have laughed at him. Instead she rolled her eyes. "No!" As defiant as ever. The audacity that he had to be telling her what to do when he wouldn't acquiesce to her own demands made her scoff. The tone he took up was one that the ranger took note of, more so that than his words at least. She'd continue to shuffle around, blatantly ignoring his concern as she examined her things. Now the concern should have been touching if not for the situation revolving around it. A sigh could be heard as the woman looked over the remnants of her clothes. They were in tatters, having been cut apart from her body on top of the wounds from that night no doubt. They were hardly in a state to actually be worn again to her dismay.
Taking note of the pause on the phone after her demand, she knew that whatever came next she might as well could ignore. That was a tell tale sign that someone was thinking of an excuse and she wouldn't stand for it. Her attention shifted back to her phone, Adrien making it clear to her that he had no intention of actually coming to talk to her, she started up the tracking program. She'd enter the cellphone number that Adrien had used to contact her from previously and halfheartedly listened to whatever excuse that he managed to think up. Preoccupied huh? This time a pause formed on her end. Among all her aching wounds she didn't seem to notice how hurt she felt at those words. That he didn't think she deserved to know anything.
And maybe not seeing him was for the best.
...
Bullshit. "You must really think I'm an idiot if you think I'll believe that," she broke the silence, her tone now shifting to sound offended and slightly bitter. Her phone would beep after a moment that confirmed her target's location, and just as she thought, he wasn't as far away as he claimed. While she didn't exactly want to leave with only a hospital gown and her ranger gear on her, the choices she had were limited and she didn't want to stay a minute longer. "If you're so preoccupied that you don't have time for me now then I'll go to you."
She'd make an attempt to stand up again and this time, as luck would have it, one of the unseen stitches at her right side broke. "Ugh..." Due to how sudden it was, she was unable to fully withhold her sudden gasp at the bolt of pain that attacked her. It did not stop her from standing upright but the intense pain made it harder for sure. Instinctively her emerald eyes shifted to where the pain was located and took note of the drop of blood that now stained the side of her gown. Maybe no one would notice. Hopefully Adrien hadn't at least.
Wait, why did she care?
Taking a breath, she refocused. With her phone in hand, Adrian was determined to get where she needed to go even if she had to crawl. Ripping off the wristband that identified her, the final attachment she had to the hospital, she spoke again. "I'm leaving. If you have anything else to say then you can say it once I find your sorry ass."
Post by adrien arkwright on Sept 8, 2016 14:36:01 GMT
She yelled. And again, Adrien would flinch slightly and pulled the phone away from his ear, apparently nothing worked to calm the woman. It baffled him as to how difficult Mastry could be and negotiating definitely didn't work with her. Ever. His request to stay put went on deaf ears as well, the shuffling continuing with nary a care given. "I probably do since you can't understand that you'll permanently cripple your legs at this rate," Adrien voice would turn just as bitter, albeit he would note her change of tone. Apparently she could see through his excuses now and despite knowing that he didn't want to meet her wished to put him on the spot. As for her words themselves, they'd sting his conscience and make him feel shittier. Probably should have notified Isabelle or someone.
Go to you. Brows furrowed at that statement, the Galactic admin suddenly coming to realize that Adrian had the means to track him. He didn't know what tools she had at her disposal or how quickly she could track him, but by the way she spoke it seemed she was on her way now. "Hey now. Hold on..." He'd click his tongue, that last thing he needed was a wounded ranger at the family manor with (literal) guns blazing and an IV stand by her side. As amusing as that would be, it would be just as inconvenient for all involved. And all the more questions he'd be bombarded with.
"A-Adrian?" He'd pick up on her sudden grunt and it wasn't hard to understand the pain that came with attempting to walk with those sutures. The blue-haired male would grunt as he sat upright from his bed and let an inaudible mumble pass, the thought of confronting her adamance something he didn't feel like dealing at the moment. Alas, it seemed she wasn't going to listen, as always. He was able to get away (somewhat) the last time although there wasn't any escaping now, with his own injuries hindering him. There was no winning against her.
"Okay, fine. Hold on. I'll be there in 20-30 minutes. Can you stay there until then?" He'd hastily add, hoping she wouldn't close the phone on him as eyes flickered up at the wall clock. The hospital wasn't too far and getting dressed wasn't going to take time either, although he'd have a bit of his own ordeal to face getting through attendants and relatives that would try to get him to stay put.
Post by Adrian Mastry on Sept 8, 2016 18:03:58 GMT
give it up
IT'S THE SAME OLD STORY BUT YOU NEVER GET IT RIGHT
"Oh, now you have time?" she said sarcastically, ignoring the apparent concern as if she was unaware as to why he would be. She had noticed the annoyance in his voice grow and she wondered if he really had the right to be. If he had listened to her and kept his word in the first place then he wouldn't have even known what she did. If it had not been for the fact that the receiver for the phone was further than she would have liked, Adrian would have hung up by now. Since she hadn't, Arkwright finally caved for who knows why and agreed to be there sooner. Course after everything that had happened there was no reason for the ranger to believe him. He lied about their 'relationship' at the Hearthome hospital, he lied about not meeting Liam back in Canalave, he just lied about being too preoccupied to meet with her today. All he spouted was lies and Adrian felt herself a fool to believe anything he said.
Parting her lips in preparation to yell into the phone again to call him on it, from her peripheral vision did she see the blip on the phone move slightly. For a moment she wondered if he was telling the truth. If he wasn't and was trying to run instead then she would know. He should have known that much. Plus twenty to thirty minutes wasn't that much of a head-start anyway... at least if she was at full health. "I'll give you fifteen," she finally replied to the phone. Her tone evened out, no longer screaming angrily as if she was about to commit murder. It was almost as if Adrian was a glutton for punishment, not actually expecting more than another lie here, but for some reason gave him one last chance. If he proved to lie to her again then...
She sighed. Turning towards the receiver for the phone that laid at the side of the bed, Adrian rolled her eyes. Steadily easing herself, using the hand that held her cellphone to reach for the furniture around for support, she'd make it back to the bed with some effort. Collapsing there, she spoke into the phone once more, "And bring me a change of clothes." Then she'd hang up, still not expecting much as her eyes fixated themselves on her cellphone screen. There would provide the proof.
Post by adrien arkwright on Sept 8, 2016 21:54:25 GMT
"..." Adrien would just roll his eyes at her comment, an exasperated sigh following as he'd toss the sheets aside and swing his legs to sit side-wards on the bed. It would be the first time since getting discharged that the man would be leaving the confines of his room, begrudgingly at that. He'd pause a moment and rethink his move. Why did he have to meet her again? Did he really owe her an explanation? Wouldn't she eventually give up? A plethora of questions would inundate his mind, the fact that he had yet again let himself grow attached the problem again. That was his weakness. It wouldn't matter for long, however. He'd sure this would be the last time he'd ever encounter the ranger. Even if it meant getting her to hate him.
"Right," He'd scoff at the fifteen minutes he was given, Adrien finally getting up and on his feet. His nose wrinkled and he held in a grunt as he'd drop on the floor immediately, barely any strength in his legs at this point. Like hell he'd be able to walk out without causing a commotion. Change of plans. His arm would extend to his side-table, pulling out a drawer and selecting a pokeball. By now, Mastry would leave him with a final demand, one which was actually reasonable for once.
"Hey!" Tossing his phone aside, he'd call out to which an attendant would immediately enter the room. The servant would attempt to help him up at which the admin waved him off and instead made, what the staff found, to be odd. "Could you grab some clothes from Leah's room? Preferably a dress," He'd casually order as he got back on his feet, a dress seeming reasonable as Mastry's legs were in sutures. He'd then stop and think, before realizing how it could be misinterpreted. "For a friend," He'd add in and the attendant would depart for the younger Arkwright's room. As for Adrien, he'd get dressed and finally sent out a pokeball - a Kadabra materializing before him.
Nearly half an hour had past, but the blue-haired male would finally make his way to the hospital. Kadabra had done his part well in teleporting him to the hospital entrance after which the Arkwright male had chosen to walk, or stumble rather as he'd use a cane to keep his balance up with a bag held in one hand. Making his way to the ginger's room, Adrien would pause a few minutes before her door. He'd frown and stall, still reluctant and nervous to meet the woman. There was still time to backpedal and hide for forever. It'd be despicable but --
"Oh, are you here to see the patient? She was looking for you," A woman's voice would call out from besides him, an eager little nurse beaming him a smile. His heart nearly stopped. "Ah...I was, but it seems she ha-" Nodding and taking it as an acknowledgement, she'd rap on the door before opening it and gesturing for the man to enter.
Well, fuck. Leaning on his cane, Adrien would take pained footsteps forward, entering the ward and taking a quick glance at the redhead before shifting his gaze away. The nurse would leave shortly after and the blue-haired male would just lean back on the door, taking the weight off his legs as he'd clear his throat.
"Hey, uh, got the clothes," He'd lift the bag to his side, pretending as if that was the only thing he was summoned here for.
IT'S THE SAME OLD STORY BUT YOU NEVER GET IT RIGHT
Thirty minutes. For a majority of it that little blip on her phone had yet to move from its spot, Adrian once again feeling fed up and betrayed. Since she actually tended to keep her word, the ranger remained in the bed for the fifteen minutes that she allotted him. Afterwards there was scarcely a change noticed and the woman would simply roll her eyes. It was time to go. For some reason or another there was some disappointment that tinged her chest as she sat back up, pressing a hand to the side where her stitches partially broke to prevent them from getting worse as she had.
As she shifted herself off to the side of the bed, she'd stand back to her feet to make another trek to her things. There was an ocean of curse words that was mumbled under her breath as the pressure from standing caused her more torment than the first time. Maybe the pain killers were wearing off and now Adrian would be suffering from the lack of them in her blood stream. Amusingly enough, it was not until this occurred that her phone would emit a familiar beep that signaled that a signal was located. This oddity was recognized by the ranger as the signal shouldn't have been lost in the first place. Curiosity demanded that she check the phone once again and, low and behold, the location of the hospital was shown where the single dot was blinking.
Adrian rolled her eyes. She should have been pleased by the turn of events with Arkwright proving himself not a complete tool yet for some reason the woman couldn't bring herself to think of him in a better light right now. Figuring she might as well meet him half-way since he was already late and she was growing impatient, the ginger took a step forward and flinched instantly. "Tch." This wasn't helping and her side wasn't feeling any better. If it had not been for her stubbornness then maybe she would not be in so much torment though she refused to admit anything that Adrien had said was remotely true.
Partially leaning on the foot of the bed, the ranger would take a deep breath. The thought of simply talking calmly through things with Adrien crossed her mind. That was what they were taught to do in ranger training after all. Another breath later and the knocking on the door would be heard to which Adrian's eyes immediately darted to the source. Seeing Arkwright's face threw that idea out the window faster than the ranger's rage that formed almost instantaneously, remembering she already tried that with him once before and it was one hundred percent not her style. In that moment, she wouldn't say anything and allow him the first words. Her eyes would look him over and take note of how he reacted and his condition, mildly in awe that the hospital had actually discharged him from what she was seeing.
The fact that he looked away made things worse in the woman's mind, Adrian having to bite her tongue to stop herself from reacting to that alone. When he spoke, it was without looking at her, and about the least important thing rather than confronting her head on. In case he wanted to do or say something else, hoping he would, the ranger remained silent and still for another few seconds before her lips would part to speak. "You're late," she would start slowly as she pushed herself off the bed frame. Her words were spoken matter of factly rather than angrily, not spoiling her build up yet since that would make her next words have less of an impact.
Actually, whatever.
In one fell swoop Adrian lunged forward with her right arm extended, shoving away the bag he held and slamming her hand by the Galactic's head that hit the door behind him in the process. The act itself caused her great discomfort, she herself wincing from the aftermath, but she was putting on a strong front to show how serious she was. That there was no way that she was letting him go until she was done. "I want answers Arkwright. No more running and no more fucking lies." This time ire fueled her words. He was in no condition to be doing anything and neither was she, so perhaps this was the perfect time to have this talk. Really... he came in with a cane. If Adrien was doing anything, it definitely wasn't running away physically. "Why didn't you listen to me? And why the fuck were you trying to avoid me?"
Post by adrien arkwright on Sept 9, 2016 15:53:37 GMT
While he had found the time she had allotted him ridiculously strained, Adrien was also just too stubborn to adhere to it. Besides he was on time according to the time frame he had set. "What's the hurry?"Adrien would retort immediately (and rather bluntly) as his eye would once more glanced up at her, Mastry now shabbily getting off the bed. Eyes momentarily closed as he inhaled sharply, frustration building at her impatience. "No, stop..." The man murmured as he'd slowly push himself off the wall and attempted to move towards her before the woman made startling pace towards him. "?!" Adrien would jerk his head back, the bag dropping from his grip as the woman slammed a hand to the side of head, his eye focusing on her upset visage. Lies and running away. Apparently that was how low he had slumped. The admin's lips flattened as he'd look to the side and sigh. She wasn't making assumptions, or accusations it was the truth but despite it all, the truth hurt. He was scared, ashamed even of what he had become - Liam's death the only thing he lived for now, a victory he was so close to archiving. So very close. If he had only prioritized it over her life. A pathetic Galactic admin he was. But not again.
"Because this is a matter between Liam and myself," He'd speak back with some severity in his voice, eyes finally meeting hers. "I appreciate what you did for Jason and Leah but that's where your involvement ends," A more professional tone was put up, as if he were conversing with a business partner or subordinate. He knew those words would mayhaps hurt, but he hand no other choice at this point. If it would keep her away from Liam, then so be it. "You know what he's capable of, so stay away." A warning of sorts as Adrien would raise his own hand to grip her wrist, his gaze lowering to the crimson stain on her side.
She was bleeding. Unsurprising. Concerning nonetheless. "New wounds? Or reopened ones?" He'd ask as brows knitted together, not really expecting an answer as he'd attempt to gently (albeit firmly) push her hand back as he'd lean forward on his own feet. A wince of his own as pain shot up his legs, but bearable."Move. I'm calling a nurse," He'd murmur and hope she'd comply this time.
Post by Adrian Mastry on Sept 9, 2016 19:08:51 GMT
give it up
IT'S THE SAME OLD STORY BUT YOU NEVER GET IT RIGHT
Unfortunately for the Galactic that thought that his words could do more harm to the redhead than the damages to her body, Adrian was not some delicate flower. The shift in tone was unexpected as the woman never envisioned having to deal with the side of Arkwright that was not the flirtatious deviant that he introduced himself as. That said it didn’t actually matter to her. She’d listen to what he had to say, the mention of Jason and Leah making her recall that she should have checked up with them at some point, but gained nothing more. Conversely, her tone didn’t shift in any capacity to mimic the professional attitude he displayed, keeping the same antagonistic tone. “Do you honestly think that lying to me and avoiding me will change anything other than what I think about you?”
Adrian would stare into Adrien’s good eye, hoping to read something from them. At the least convey her side of the argument in that single gaze. “Because I think I proved that it doesn’t.” The way that her questions were answered were not particularly direct, something she took note of. Or perhaps that was just her not thinking too deeply about his response. Whatever the case may have been, his warning to stay away would not fall in the way he likely would have wished as the ranger’s eyes narrowed after he finished. “You think I’m doing this for fun!? That I want to risk my life chasing criminals? Even if you tell me not to, I’m still obligated to finish the job. Even if I wasn’t a ranger nothing would change!”
This wasn’t the dream life. She had little free time anymore, had new responsibilities, and she’d be lying if she said the pay was a lot even as the commissioner. If it had been anyone else she was sure that they would have dropped the case onto someone else in a heartbeat. Yet why was she still doing this? The answer was simple: somewhere in her hostile shell, she actually cared. Adrian actually gave a damn about what happened to people around her and that justice was served, and if she could offer a hand in that then so be it. Adrien seemed adamant about staying away and she understood that, so he needed to understand that she was just as adamant as well.
He wasn’t going to alienate himself. She wasn’t going to let him.
Feeling Adrien’s touch on her wrist, her eyes momentarily diverted in that direction. In turn she did not notice that the man caught wind of her bleeding side right up to the point he posed the question about them. At first the statement made her raise a brow as she took a step backwards to allow more room between them at the behest of his own movement. In doing so she was reminded of the broken sutures with a jolt. Holding back a wince, she replied. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll live,“ she followed up with the statement as quickly as she could and it was the truth for the most part. It was almost as if she did not recall almost dying from these same wounds.
The instant that the mention of nurse was brought into play however, Adrian took her opposite hand to grab onto Adrien’s wrist this time to get him to stop. Once again she’d look him in the eye, “Not if it means you’re going to take it as an excuse to bail out of this.“ She was serious and despite their condition, she was more than willing to actually physically fight him right then and there. That way they really would have to call a nurse, but then they’d both be stuck. “I’m fine,“ she tried to reaffirm the statement as if her word was law however it was doubtful they were listened to.
Post by adrien arkwright on Sept 9, 2016 22:02:26 GMT
Adrien's eyes narrowed as Mastry made it clear that she wasn't going to change her mind, this so called 'obligation' keeping her binded to finishing the job. He understood her adamance but couldn't bring himself to accept it. He wasn't going to let her endanger herself even if it meant getting her hate him. And that's what he came prepared for. The woman would confirm that she'd 'live', Adrien's calm snapping at that statement. She was in pain, it was so very eminent and yet she wanted to keep up this discussion and pretend being perfectly fine. Why, he couldn't understand.
Ugh. He had come prepared, might as well make use of it now.
A sigh as he'd mentally prepare himself before he'd speak up. "Let me rid you of that obligation," The man would speak sternly as he'd pull back his hand forcefully and slid it into his coat, a revolver being withdrawn immediately after. If everything went without a hitch, the Galactic would then attempt to push the barrel against the base of her chin. The situation would suddenly tense up and hopefully in his control despite hating every moment of it. "Liam wasn't lying. I'm Galactic," He'd confirm if she still had her doubts, his grip on her wrist tightening. This wasn't what he wanted it to come to, but he left her with no choice.
"And you're getting yourself involved in something very dangerous. Liam is the type that won't just come after you, but everything and everyone you care about. He'll destroy you completely," Adrien would speak every word calmly and slowly and hoped the woman understood now that this wasn't what she wanted. That this wasn't what he wanted to drag her into. "But if you don't want to listen, I'll just end you right here. End your so called 'obligations' right here," His face would edge closer as he'd struggle to keep eye contact. A gun and his change of demeanour would startle and scare anyone. But would it work on her?
Post by Adrian Mastry on Sept 9, 2016 22:59:37 GMT
give it up
IT'S THE SAME OLD STORY BUT YOU NEVER GET IT RIGHT
He ripped his hand from her grasp and had it not been for how much pain she was in, it would not have been so easily accomplished. The woman would wince at the pain that came afterwards with barely any attention paid to his words. That was until the feeling of ice cold metal would meet the base of her chin. The foreign object touching her skin made the woman tense up immediately despite not knowing what it was that was being held against her. With cautious eyes did she looked down and finally see the revolver. The sight of it stunned her momentarily, not out of fear, rather out of perplexity.
The woman was not entirely sure how to react to this as her initial one did not seem like it would be proper for this moment. Her emerald eyes would shift away from the gun and back to Arkwright as he spoke, giving him the attention he wanted. Galactic. He said that back at Misty Falls if she recalled correctly and she was reluctant to believe him then out of circumstance. The situation changed and he was flinging around the title of Galactic like it was some coveted prize. Adrian probably should have cared more, though with all the pain in her body and the gun at her head, she was hard pressed to find it. Actually, if she thought about it, that might have played a part as to why Arkwright and Jason called off their relationship. A scoff would form, then a chuckle would grow from it, her stifled initial reaction beginning to burst forth. "Heh, really? Is that what took you so long?"
Her question was sarcastic even if it actually made sense. The sting of betrayal shot through her chest as the woman flashed a bitter smile. The grip on her wrist tightened which made a surge of needles run through her arm yet it the bitter smile remained on her face as she made eye contact with Arkwright once again. "Then kill me Arkwright. Kill me right here and now," finally her tone would change from pure anger to something akin to acceptance. The hand that Adrien had pushed away now came back around to grip around the barrel of the gun and lower it away from her chin and point it at her chest right where her heart was. If she had to choose where she would be shot, then why not choose the place where she was already feeling the pain?
Taking a breath, the ranger gave brief thought on the situation. She had nothing more to lose, she already proved herself incapable for the second time. It was a fitting end for her really. Dying because of her stubbornness, unable to help anyone, and at the hands of betrayal. If she was already going to die then she might as well be honest herself. "That's your job too isn't it? Getting rid of the rangers? What better way than killing its head?" It wasn't that she didn't believe that he wouldn't do it. It didn't matter that he had gone through the trouble of sending her to a hospital in the first place. She essentially admitted she was the ranger commissioner now, a fact that she had been hiding for as long as she could from anyone that wasn't already aware. Any Galactic that knew she was the commissioner would probably want her head. A golden opportunity while she was already in stitches. "If this is what you want then do it. Finish what Liam didn't. Someone else will take my place anyway."
Post by adrien arkwright on Sept 10, 2016 11:46:26 GMT
Adrien would gaze at her indifferently despite having taken note of her winces and reactions, confident that he wouldn't pain her with his presence for much longer. The momentarily confusion and daze she expressed was noted as well, the Galactic's victory seemed so very close. And then, brows furrowed questioningly at her comment unsure of what she meant. Her tone changed and instead of fear, she'd accept death readily. It seemed she was calling him out his bluff, but as she continued Adrien's own visage would reciprocate Mastry's initial perplexity. Any normal person would have backed down when against not just a weapon held up their throat, but by a supposedly dangerous criminal at that. But Adrian didn't. Then again, when had she ever responded as predicted? Even at when they first met at Amity...
Eyes lowered as she pointed the barrel towards her chest, the symbolism of it not completely lost to the man. The ginger's words and actions weren't easy to predict, but at this gesture, even the Galactic admin would stop and think; he had betrayed her in some form, hadn't he? His resolve shook. It wasn't as if he could ever pull the trigger on her, but this wasn't the outcome he was expecting. Adrien would remain absolutely quiet at she revealed herself to be the ranger commissioner, the man partly refusing to believe it. Even if it were true, this wasn't what Team Galactic was about and this wasn't what he had signed up for. The rangers were a nuisance, yes, but not an enemy he was out to off.
"..." He felt sick; both the physical pain and emotional turmoil making him feel terrible. This outcome the last thing he had expected and his choice of action his final attempt to deter her. But even that didn't work. The grip on her wrist loosened as he'd stagger back, the arm holding the revolver dropping to his side. A sigh of defeat as he'd lean against the door once more, eyes staring down at the floor. In the scuffle, he had dropped his cane and hadn't even noticed. He couldn't look at her, not after what he had done.
His throat was parched and words wouldn't express themselves. Adrien remained silent for a while, a number of questions passed through his mind. Part of him wanted to excuse himself out while part of him wondered whether she'd arrest him for attempted assault. Honestly he didn't care if he was arrested now. He had nothing to live for anymore. But she wasn't the same. "Why...? What's wrong with you?" He'd murmur, eyes refusing to look away from the ground.
"You think it's alright to recklessly do whatever you please. If you're really the head of the rangers, then that's a'll the more reason to value your life. For their sake...You're important to them" And me. Spoken with half in senses in place as the pain finally caught up with his actions. Adrien wasn't able to tell whether he was sprouting nonsense or hypocrisy, far too confused with his own state of mind to understand that, or whether he even wanted an answer. Whether or not she answered, he'd then scoff to himself. "If we're done with this...talk, I'll take my leave," He'd announce, eyes closing under the assumption that this 'talk' was over. What else did she have to say, otherwise?
Post by Adrian Mastry on Sept 10, 2016 13:42:33 GMT
give it up
IT'S THE SAME OLD STORY BUT YOU NEVER GET IT RIGHT
The entire time the silence grew with not a single movement made. At any point the woman was prepared to hear that fatal gunshot as the last thing she would ever hear. The ranger wouldn't pretend to know what the man in front of her was thinking as the moment dragged on. The longer this took the more tormented she felt. She just wanted this to end. To have that weird sensation in her heart disappear. It was almost as if she understood why people begged to end their lives quickly rather than allowing them to suffer more. Right as she opened her mouth to tell him to shoot already, the stinging on her wrist would alleviate and the cold metal removed from her chest.
Suddenly she doubted that the pain would end here as her bitter smile faded. Her eyes never parted themselves from Arkwright's form even as his facade dropped. He had broken eye contact and stood there as if it was she that had broken him - like some porcelain doll that she had to handle with care. There was no feeling of relief that washed over her as once again bemusement painted her expression instead. In that moment all the questions that she had was replaced with the single curious one.
Why didn't he he shoot?
Yet he'd speak first. Ask the question in such a way that it felt like the ginger was compelled to respond lest she broke him further. The answer however was not one she had. She couldn't say nothing because that would be an outright lie. Her actions were all reckless and for what? Arkwright was not wrong and at that the woman would sigh a heavy breath. His words about valuing her life as the head of the rangers, that they needed her, was a funny thought. "You weren't there at that meeting," she'd finally speak again. No more anger, her voice was completely neutral. Now that she got this title, suddenly that was what her life meant and her worth was held in it. Maybe that wasn't too far off. The redhead wouldn't force the man to look at her this time, instead simply speaking what was on her mind with or without his acknowledgement. "There were other qualified candidates, fit the role better than me, your boy-" she stopped herself as she recalled the other day. It felt almost insensitive to say but she'd say it anyway, "ex included."
Her mind flickered back to the memories of that meeting - where Isabelle, Jason, and herself was called out as candidates. She was the head for now but after that meeting there was no doubt in her mind there were better people for the position that could take her place. That she wouldn't be missed. The thought made her exhale a weak chuckle. "I'm more of a field agent not a person that can sit behind a desk waiting for good news, and I'll continue to act like it. As I said, someone else will take my place if I die. When I signed up for this job, I was prepared to die at anytime. I'm not very well liked so I doubt I'll be missed." If only Arkwright had said that final thing, then this might have been a different conversation. One about herself as a person. One where she'd admit to him and herself how little she valued her own life over the lives of those who had something to live for. Instead this became about her being a ranger, the commissioner of all things, and Adrian intended to be as honest as she always had been.
The woman would extend a hand out towards Adrien's face and the burning sensation that came with it would cause another grunt as the arm fell back down to her side. She wanted him to look her in the eye as she said this next part however the pain in her muscles were reaching the point that it felt like hell for her to keep standing and acting as she was. At some point the woman had to acknowledge something that normally, in her right mind, she would not do. The adrenaline in her bloodstream and the atmosphere changed that for these few seconds. "I would have been dead anyway if it wasn't for you. So if you wanted to kill me then so be it." She couldn't understand Arkwright. What he was thinking. Why he wouldn't look at her anymore. It was obvious signs of regret however the reason why he would feel that way was lost to her. Everything that Adrian had done was her own decision and she took every piece of responsibility that came with those decisions. He shouldn't have felt guilty based on what had happened to her...
That was the explanation to this right?
Right as he would close his eyes and announce that he was intending to leave, Adrian's body would cede to the demands of her nerves, the anger fueling her being used up as her legs gave away from under her. Even so the words were heard and then the fear that Arkwright attempted to induce with the gun would come forth here instead and force her to act. With a feeble grip the woman would pathetically grab onto what she could, which in this case was the man's clothes. "Who said we were done?" she said this through her grunts, swallowing to suppress the sound of her suffering. Even her voice was starting to waver and her determination the single thing that kept her going. "I already told you, no more running. I won't let you."
Those were bold words as the woman was obviously in no position to do so. The ranger hoped that fact would be overlooked and that for once Adrien would actually listen to her. If he had actually left then the woman would have no means to stop him. She wouldn't call for a strike team to track him down either since this was between the two of them. "You can either shoot me right now or you can sit down and talk to me..." If he felt any moral obligation then her words would hopefully convince him to stay, as otherwise she'd continue to act as impulsively - or worse.
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