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Scene Title | Buzz |
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Synopsis | Dee has a boo-boo. :( |
Date | May 16, 2009 |
Village Renaissance Building: Delilah's Apartment
Just entering the apartment, it gives of a feeling of comfortable homeliness; light colors, pastel shades, floral designs, clean and sweet smells, and only accents of dark where it most fits. The front room leads to a den further on, with a large sofa in a coffee cream color sitting opposite a similar chair, and a wooden table in between. There is only a small, almost retro television off on the other side.
To the far end is the kitchen, which always seems to smell like something recently cooked there; the appliances and counters are squeaky clean, but obviously used on a regular basis, and the leftover anything in the fridge can attest to that, as can a perpetual dish of cookies on the table. The bathroom is also squeaky clean, and it seems as if anyone coming out smells significantly nicer than when they had gone in; there is a closet within where the washer and dryer stay. There are two bedrooms, but one is emptied and instead made into a big, rainbow-colored sewing room, complete with fabric bolts and racks on wheels centered around a masterfully ordered sewing machine and table.
The actual bedroom is based in those mainly soft colors, yet the lower walls have at least two long, cluttered tackboards home to pictures, clippings, seemingly random crafts, and generally quirky things. A desk in a similar state sits in the far corner by the closet, opposite a low, wide, fluffy-looking bed swamped in pillows and comforters. At least a dozen stuffed animals peek out from various points.
Having left a message down below with the desk for Abby, mostly to the effect of 'Can you help me, I've got a big boo-boo. :('… Delilah has literally duked it out with herself for hours now, as she would rather sit and wait to see if she can get free care than spend a trip to the Emergency Room. Cheap, yes. It is force of habit that she exhaust all other options.
She is sitting in her living room with an icepack on her wrist, which itself is wrapped in a makeshift little splint of gauze and a ruler she has apparently snapped in half. Abby knows by now that she is welcome to simply pop on in the door, but just in case, Delilah has left it ajar on purpose. It is painful, swollen- the wrist is bruised heavily, and Delilah has a somewhat slick look her hear face, as well as numbed little shadows under her eyes. What a bad ending to a nice afternoon, right?
It's about a good 45 minutes later than she normally shows up. She healed Veronica and got the walk home, but Delilah's note was recieved and when the redhead hits the third floor, it's to Delilah's apartment instead of hers. "Delilah? you there?" The jarr'd door has her a little worried and it's with a knock that comes after her calling out, that paves the way for the healer actually coming in.
Dee's answer is a strained whimper, mostly. "Yeah, I'm right here." The natural of the redheads pulls the icepack away from her wrist, and debates over whether she should let Abby see to the splint or take it off herself. "I had… uh. There was a …thing." A fight thing.
"Oh lord Dee.. you shoulda called the bar" The young woman answers, closing the door behind her. "I'll fix you right up, good as new. Lord" Abby winces at the sound and tone of Dee's voice. "What's hurt? How bad?"
"Work is work…" And it's not like it was a SUPER AWFUL emergency, right? Dee pries the splint off carefully, the limb resting on a pillow on her knee. Nothing but purple right there around her wrist, and her fingers seem a bit clammy on their own. She wiggles them a little, but not much. "Just- I'm kinda- get a towel. Or something. I don't want you to touch It…" The girl emphasizes the 'It'- and does not mean the wrist.
"oh. oh!" Abigail's suddenly gone fretful and darts off to the kitchen, located in much the same place as Abigails just opposite and returns with a towel to hand over to the other woman. "I just need a little patch of skin to touch, that's all" As she settles back down beside the woman. "You get robbed? Mugged? Oh lordy I'll have you fixed Delilah, it'll just be a bad dream"
"Well, the first time, that's what it was." Dee answers somewhat vaguely, wiping her elbow and bicep clean of the magic toad-juice she has so recently based her life around. "I saw the guy again and gave him a piece of my mind. He didn't do anything until I called him a fuck-up. He, uh. Pounced at me." It looked that way to her! "Ungrateful mother fucker, I should have spit in his eye again…" Did she lose you yet?
"Sounds like someone with a very low self esteem" Abigail murmurs. "Tell me when your good and i'll start in" Abigail murmurs. "Did you leave him in a worse state?" The faux Red Head's eyes are littered with worry and concern for the other woman, and she's itching to get her out of misery the moment she can.
"He is supposedly a friend of Teo's. I was nice to him, and he pulled that on me a couple weeks back." Her words are a bit of a hiss, and she winces in the middle of that and it stops abruptly. Lilah shrinks her shoulders away, but hesitantly offers her elbow to Abby. "Not this time. The first time I did. This time I just wanted to get away. Asshole. His sister was all up in my face about calling him out, too…" Now it is just bitter complaints amidst a pained tone.
"Shhhh shhhh" Soothing sounds from the blonde. "Friend of Teo's. Teo's got a lot of friends" Her hand comes to rest on the relativly safe part of Delilah's arm. No murmured prayers, just all in her head before the healing comes then. "I shoulda tried to see if it was set or needed to be seat… lemme jsut get rid of a bunch of the hurt then we'll just see mkay?"
Delilah just murmurs an affirmative, her fuming being relegated for now down below, while she seems to relax on the outside under Abby's touch. "If I see him again, I'm going to kick that guy's balls into his kidneys…" Okay, shushing now.
"Just not near me so I don't have to heal him hmm? Where did this all go down? And his sister?" Abby smiles. "how'd he break your arm?"
"Staten Docks. I was coming home. After he jumped after me I grabbed onto him- I think he was trying to push me in the water." And either for effect or simply because Delilah's nose itches- she sniffs a bit to herself, watching Abby's chin rather than her face-face. "He grabbed my hand off and twisted it back. He pushed me away before we both fell in, and then she-" Shudder. Augh, that was strange.
"And then she?" There's a gesture for the cloth, for Delilah to wipe her eyes as Abigail pulls her sweater sleeve over her hand. Carefully down,a voiding skin to skin, Abigail works to make sure that any more healing's not going to screw up the other woman's arm. "I think you'll be fine. With your arm, once I'm done. what about his sister?" Keep Delilah talking and her focus on the conversation as opposed to her arm.
"She went to catch him before he fell off, and her arms went right through him." All Dee can do to keep from wriggling in Ghost Hate is grab onto the couch cushion with her other hand. "They were distracted doing that so I just turned and ran off."
His sister went right through him. He's a friend of Teo's. abby's hand promptly stops poking Delilah's wrist as she heals, lips a little thin. There's a friend of Teo's, with a sister who can go through stuff. "good you got out. Give me two more minutes and i'll have you done"
Thank God for Abby. No puns intended. Delilah lets out a sigh through her nose, leaning back into the couch and somewhat closer to Abby, as if getting inches closer might make this less disconcerting. "Thanks." Something in the word tells that Dee knew Abby would help her, but the gratitude and relief is sincere anyway. "I owe you one, Abs…"
"Nah. You don't. I knwo someone who does and I'm going to kick his blankety ass the next time I see him." Abigail murmurs, letting the healing taper off , sensing it taper off really. SHe smiles though, a bit of a buzzed feeling overcoming her. "I think you missed some"
"…Oh. Oh dear. I'm sorry." Delilah widens her eyes a touch, peering back at Abby to see just how much she missed, and her voice obviously worried. "You're not seeing purple people eaters, are you?"
"No, just.. I feel funny. you know like.." Abby pulls her hand away from Delilah's arm, the whole thing now looking normal and everything is normal. "I feel… loopy" A big goofy grin. "Yeah, I think you missed some, or maybe I got so.. some while I was working your wrist. Lordy, is this what people feel like when they touch you?"
"I have no idea. That might make the regulars at my jobs and new friends much… more creepy." Dee seems ready to do something, but- she is at a loss, and so just watches the other girl for now, a half-smile on her lips. "You must have just got what didn't come off on the towel. I'm sorry. Augh." Oh, bugger.
'Im gonna like.. jump out a window, or grow like, two horns.. right?" ABigail looks over at Delilah, deciding to lean back against the couch, a glance to the other womans arm, satisfied again with what she see's then back up to Dee, repeating the act over and over agian. "I think.. i'm staying at your place tonight. Sorry, if .. I like.. have a bad dream"
"I haven't seen anyone grow real horns. I think to jump out a window I'd probably have to get more on you." Dee smiles nervously now, but her initial fears are subsiding. "I don't suppose you could tell me if the buzz is like a blunt, huh? You can…just stay on the couch? Is that okay?" At least it is a big, smooshy sofa.
"Blunt?" Good christian girl here Delilah. Only drug shave been those in the hospital and the legal ones she's taking right now. "It's like.. I just.. the room sorta.. buzzes? Couch is fine. I just need a blanket. I can go back to my place too, if you think i'll be fine"
"I don't trust It." You never know. "I can get you a blanket, babe. We'll have a sleepover." Maybe Dee will take the chair. And with that, the younger woman steps backwards from the couch, watching her neighbor carefully en route to the closet.
"Couch sounds good" The fake red head says, a deep breath. "Been a busy day" She smiles. "Might be healing a guy's eyes tomorrow. He's bene blind 8 years!" She sounds buzzed, that's for sure.
Delilah doesn't want to laugh, but it bubbles up anyway. Alas. "That sounds…really cool, Abby." She comes back with a blanket- but only after wiping her hands off on that towel she had. The smell of the drying stuff sort of smells like flowers- that leftover scent when the secretions stop and she wipes herself off. "I hope it works out."
"we'll see. He tried to say yes while he was tipsy. Told him to wait a day then say yes or No." The blanket is taken, Abigail inhaling deeply. 'Well.. you smell nice. You can stay up, we can watch a movie, i'm only a little tired. Been a long day for you too Del."
"Truthfully, that was probably what she was going to do anyway. "Sure thing." Dee smiles faintly. "I don't suppose you've seen any Miyazaki movies?" (Because she has all of them.)
"Whosa movies?" That's a no. "Long as it's not horror I'm good. I don't think I can take horror right now"
Which means that Abigail this night is subjected to Spirited away, with people who turn into pigs and a strange Chinese dragon that's actually made of paper, the best that she determine and a little girl who's having to get.. tokens and coins from some really dirty spirit in a strange bath house. By the end of the movie, the healer is asleep and sincerely wondering about Dee's choice in movies.