[001] A colorful intro | Action/Dictated

[fuckinga]

(Action):

Where the fuck am I?

[She reaches down to her pants and when her hands touch her Detective’s badge there she’s relieved. Well, at least she still has that on her. Of course she has no idea that around here it’s not really going to do any good in the slightest. She’s right outside a fucking castle. She starts to walk around, keeping her eyes peeled for any signs of a police department. They’re bound to be able to answer her questions there after all. After a while she realizes that she’s not getting anywhere so she starts to rush after someone who looks like a local here with her badge held out.]

Detective Debra Morgan, Miami Metro I have…

[She stops rushing after them, clutching her side as there’s another pain there. She lifts up her shirt a little, looking at the wound. There’s blood around the stitches]

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

(Dictated):

Okay can someone tell me where the fuck I am and direct me in the way of the police force here. Fuck...and maybe a doctor too.

[Short and sweet and she does not sound amused.]

Comments

Dictated;

[deductiongeek]

In order?

You're in Paradisa, there is no police force, and you'll want the clinic. Its on the bottom floor of Ira Tower. Are you hurt?

Dictated;

[fuckinga]

Para-what?

(Of course she'd never heard of the god damn place before. And no police force? That's what she'd been afraid of. From the blank looks she had been getting from people when she flashed her Detective's badge she had thought that was the case.She huffs a little under her breath, still holding onto her side where her wound is bleeding.

All she wants to do is swear but this voice sounds quite young. She'll keep it to a minimum.)

Any way I could some directions to this clinic? And would I be looking for a fucking doctor if I wasn't hurt? (...Well, that didn't last long.)

Re: Dictated;

[deductiongeek]

Paradisa. Its the name of the castle.

Where are you? It should be faster for me to show you the way.

You'd be surprised at the reasons people need a doctor around here. Maybe the more important question is how badly are you hurt?

[Conan is barely even phased by the swearing. He'd heard much worse. Even if you only counted the local residents. ]

[fuckinga]

Paradisa. Right. I've never fucking heard of it.

I'm...

(Deb looks around herself. Well, she can see the entrance to the castle so that shouldn't bee too hard for this kid to find, right? And it's probably a good thing that he's not phased by the swearing because she does it a hell of a lot.)

I can see the castle entrance. I'm not far from it...fuck. It's my stitches. Gunshot wound, occupational hazard. I think they've ripped.

[deductiongeek]

[Conan grabs his skateboard and heads out the door. He'd had his share of gunshot wounds before, and he knew exactly how bad that could be.]

I'm almost there.

Dictated;

[putuporshutup]

You're in Castle Wonderfuck, the only cops here are just visiting, and there's a clinic where you can get patched up. Ask for Simon, he'll take good care of you.

[She hesitates a moment, deciding this chick could probably use a stiff drink.]

And if you need a drink when you're done, come find the Death Match.

[She scrawls directions from the lobby to the clinic and from the clinic to the bar in the journal.]

On the house, of course.

Dictated;

[fuckinga]

Castle Wonderfuck? I have a feeling that's not its official name. Fuck...

(Of course there would be no police force. What kind of fucked up place doesn't have a police force? This fucked up place obviously. She sighs a little, clutching her side. But there's a clinic at least and she can get these stitches fixed up. This fucking old gunshot wound isn't helping the situation)

Clinic, right. I'll be sure to find that.

(Oh a map. Good something useful. And a bar? Well, that's something she can appreciate. A cop that likes a drink, clichéd but true.)

I'll be there.

Re: Dictated;

[putuporshutup]

Not quite, but it's a fairly popular adaptation. It's called Paradisa but that's just nowhere near as much fun.

[This fucked up place is right. Meg does happen to know a cop or two, but they sure as hell aren't working a beat at the moment.]

What's your drink?

[fuckinga]

Paradisa? Yeah, I prefer Castle Wonderfuck.

(What the hell is Deb going to do with her time if there's no police force. Her job is her life or at least it was before she ended up here that's for sure. Clutching her side she starts to make her way towards the Castle to find this clinic she mentioned.)

I'm a beer drinker but I think I'm going to need something stronger. The strongest thing you have.

[Action]

[dog_eat_dog]

[Tess turns when she hears the official crap –– even after ten months here, she feels like her brain is hardwired to listen for trouble and upset. The transition from her old life to this one has been agonizingly slow, in some senses, and for that reason she doesn't approach when she turns to see the woman doubled over in pain and sporting a bit of fresh blood.

That always gets her nerves on edge.]

What happened?

[Her hand hovers by her hip in case she needs to draw her gun. You can never be too careful, after all.]

[Action]

[fuckinga]

Fuck, fuck, fuck

(Yes, she's still swearing when she hears the voice.

Oh good, there's someone here to watch her double over in pain. Well, at least someone has actually spoken to her, that's an improvement at least. She remains doubled over as pain shoots up and down her side and she turns her head to face the woman. She has so many questions but right now the pain is more important)

It's an old wound. Gunshot. It think the stitches have ripped. Fuck. Please tell me there's a fucking doctor around here?

[dog_eat_dog]

[Tess leaves her gun holstered and approaches Debra with a measured bit of trepidation. Injured people can be unpredictable, and unpredictable is dangerous. It's why she's dangerous.]

It's hardly old if the stitches are still holding it together. [She crouches down to get a better look.] But yeah, there is. She's flighty but she could fix that up no problem. Can you walk, or are you gonna get all fainty on me?

[fuckinga]

(Deb has a gun herself and she wouldn't be afraid to use it if the other woman pulled one on her but right now she'd rather not get into a confrontation. Especially since she's not really in the position to moving anywhere fast any time soon. She purses her lips at the woman's comment.)

Well, I didn't get it today so it's not fucking brand new, okay?

No... (She grits her teeth and straightens up a little, hand still clutching at her side.) I can walk.

Dictated

[radiantwingedone]

There was a form of police here once. I believe it disbanded a year or so ago. [ Most of those involved were sent home. ]

.. I work shifts at the castle clinic, what do you need.

Dictated

[fuckinga]

Right...and no one thought not having a police force around would be a problem?

(Whatever. She has other things to worry about right about now. She winces a little, clutching her side before she speaks up again. She's supposed to be resting because of the wound but when had she ever listened to orders like that when there were more important things to be doing? Never.)

I have a stitched up gunshot wound that...fuck...yeah, the stitches have definitely ripped.

Dictated

[radiantwingedone]

The lack hasn't caused that much trouble yet.

[ He sounds vaguely more interested in the wound than in whatever she's saying about police. He might be one of those people who ignores laws. ]

Find a place to sit, and describe your location, and the wound itself. Should probably clean it, just in case....

Dictated

[fuckinga]

Well, I'm surprised. In that case this place is sure as hell nothing like Miami.

(When murderers, serial killers and drug dealers run rampant and keep her in a job. She never thought she'd miss the prospect of having a case to work on but now hearing that there's no police force? She's starting to miss it already. Crouching over she just sits down on the ground where she is.)

I can see a huge fucking castle, that give you a clue? Like I said it's a gunshot wound to my side and...fuck...yeah it's bleeding out. I'd clean it if I had anything to clean it with.

(But she does take her checkered shirt which was on top of a vest top off and press it to the wound)

dictated;

[raisingdad]

There's a clinic in Ira Tower. Dr. Tam or Dr. Keller should be able to help you.

As far as police.. there's no set force or station but my dad's fiancee might be able to help. She's NYPD.. back home at least.

[She's got no jurisdiction here, obviously, but she still might be able to help this woman somehow.]

dictated;

[fuckinga]

Ira Tower. Right. I'll try and remember that. I've been hearing that from a lot of people. Glad to hear that there's some kind of civilization in this place even if there isn't a police force.

(She does perk up a bit at that however. She makes a mental note to look this woman up as soon as she can)

NYPD, huh? ...Well, that's something at least. What's her name?

dictated;

[raisingdad]

Kate Beckett. She stays in room 306.

Yeah, the last few months here have been.. interesting to say the least.

dictated;

[fuckinga]

Thanks.

(Kate Beckett, room 306. She repeats that over and over in her mind so she remembers. Not that she has much else to occupy her mind right now. Besides all of the questions that she has.)

Months?. Exactly how long have you been here?

[yay_heiress]

Um, you're in a castle. Don't be fooled, it's not a hotel.

Oh, and I know a doctor! Maybe he can help you!

[fuckinga]

Yeah, I can tell that it's a fucking castle.

(Yeah, Deb kind of snapped that even though she didn't mean to. Okay, maybe she did but she's just pissed off that she's at some random ass castle as well as the fact that her wound has just opened right up again. She takes a deep breath before answering the girl again.)

Thank fuck. A doctor is just what I need right now.

[yay_heiress]

You like that word, don't you...?
[London's only slightly off-put by the woman's language, but it wasn't as if she hadn't heard others use it.]

Uh-huh! His hame is... uh... the Doctor?

[fuckinga]

(For a moment Deb has no idea what word she means...and then she clicks. She should be used to people's surprise by now to be honest but hey, she speaks without thinking.)

Yeah, yeah, I know. I open my mouth without thinking. I hear that a lot.

(She'll try to keep it to a minimum but no promises.)

His name is 'the Doctor'? What, he doesn't have a normal name? Just a fucking title? (...Yeah, that didn't last long)