[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

Action

[fuckinga]

(Deb had been standing clutching her side when she heard the voice again from the journal. She decides not to reply, instead she just sinks to the ground. Fuck, that's better. She moves her hand from the wound just to see her hand stained slightly red.)

Fuck...

(She takes off the checkered shirt she was wearing over the top of a vest top when she arrived here and she presses it to the wound in her side to try and stop the bleeding. She can manage, it's not like she's losing a hell of a lot of blood but she'd rather it wasn't bleeding at all. Not to mention the fact it was a little more painful than usual. She keeps an eye out for anyone approaching her even though she has no idea what the boy looks like.)

Action

[deductiongeek]

[The small boy comes skidding out from the courtyard of the castle on a skateboard. He looks young, no more than seven years old at the most. But the seriousness of his expression belongs to someone much older.

He jumps off the skateboard and rushes over to her.]

Action

[fuckinga]

(Deb looks a little shocked when she sees just how young the kid she had been talking to was. Shit, now she feels even worse for the swearing but she'll make a mental note to try and limit it in the future in front of the kid. Since he's running straight for her she's pretty sure this was who she was talking to but there's no harm in making sure.)

...You're the kid I was just talking to, right?

Re: Action

[deductiongeek]

That's right. And since you're the only one bleeding in this area, I assume that you're the one who needs directions to the infirmary.

[He rummages through his backpack and pulls out some first aid supplies.]

Will this help for now?

[fuckinga]

You got that right.

(She would have said something smart and completely inappropriate in response if it was anyone else standing in front of her but she managed to refrain herself this time. She looks at the first aid supplies he takes out and she nods her head, looking down at the wound.)

Yeah, it should help. I need to clean it up and hopefully stop it bleeding.

[deductiongeek]

I brought water too.

[He pulls out a few liter bottles of clean water from his really disturbing well stocked backpack of first aid supplies. ]

The infirmary isn't far, but its far enough that I thought you'd want to stop anything that was still bleeding!