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Post by 42 on Nov 27, 2009 21:48:00 GMT -5
42 laid against a rock. She had walked for 4 days, using a twig as a cane to support her injured ankle. She found nothing and closed her optics for a good rest.
A while later, 42 woke up in the dark. She looked around and saw a tiny little light, far away. Instantly she grabbed her cane and began hobbling as fast as she could.
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Post by AumbreSuai on Nov 27, 2009 22:06:35 GMT -5
(Mind if I join in?)
68 held the light in his mouth, trying to move it to where it illuminated his arm. Clicking in frustration, the silver needle flashed as he sewed his arm back together after it was almost torn off when he was attacked. He was on patrol when the beast attacked, but it was his own fault he went alone.
Whirring irritably, he finally took the light and jammed it into the ground, hoping that it would give him enough light. The patchwork was sloppy and lopsided, as was many of his patches, but it would hold. He hoped.
Darn my fear of getting fixed... he mentally huffed, as he tried to sew himself up. Suddenly, he heard a strange shuffling, like someone limping, a little ways off. He tensed, clicking in question.
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Post by 42 on Nov 28, 2009 12:03:10 GMT -5
42 moved closer and closer to the building with the light. Finally, she reached the door and pounded on it. "Help! Help! Let me inside! I'm injured!"
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Post by AumbreSuai on Nov 28, 2009 13:12:40 GMT -5
His optics widened when the banging and the voice rang out, in need of help. Forgetting his still torn shoulder, he struggled to open the door enough to let the stitchpunk in. He clicked and whirred in question as he closed the door, turning to help the new doll. He saw that she was injured.
I need to tell 0 right away, he thought as he helped support the female.
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Post by NinjaOfTamashii on Nov 28, 2009 13:31:00 GMT -5
((Sorry guys, but if you don't mind I'd like it to be daytime instead. And see, hacker? We can have more to write, as others can join in too! 83))
0, as par usual, sat atop the roof, his eyes focused on the murky sky. It was quite a nice night, in all intense purposes. His exoskeleton was warmer then on most days, and that was always a good thing. If only he could actually see the sun, on such a nice day....
He missed the sun. Tha last time he had seen it, according to his memories, was when he was still a child. He actually was so mystifed, he looked straight at it. Stupid mistake. That was probably why he needed glasses in his older years...
And now his eye sight was even lower, seeing as he only had one eye. At least this one was full 20/20.
0 sighed. That seemed to happen a lot... finding a love out of something only to haveit affect him negativly at the end. The sun, eating as much fattening things as he did in his human form, and of course, alchemy...
He sighed, and rested his arms on his knees. He closed his single optic lens.
For once, he wanted to love something and not having it come back to haunt him. And he wanted to keep it, not like the sun, which now ducked in the polluted clouds the humans made.
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Post by 42 on Nov 28, 2009 15:12:19 GMT -5
(Yeah! This is fun with more people! Oh, scrawlED? can you please call me Hana? its easier and i'm used to it....>.<)
42 clung to 68, who let her in. "Thank you so much...my name is-*augh!*-42..." She tripped on her ankle and it crunched even more. She had to have complete support from 68, nearly knocking him over in the process of trying to stay standing.
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Post by AumbreSuai on Nov 28, 2009 15:25:19 GMT -5
68 nodded, almost falling when she tripped. Clicking and chirping in reassurance, he supported the injured stitchpunk the best he could. With an injured shoulder himself, it was not an easy task. But he ignored his own pain and focused on getting 42 to the infirmary.
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Post by 42 on Nov 28, 2009 15:29:04 GMT -5
42 continued whimpering as she was practically dragged down the hall, her arm around 68's shoulder and his looped around her torso, under her arms.
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Post by AumbreSuai on Nov 28, 2009 15:42:51 GMT -5
He looked down at her sympathetically, clicking in reassurance, knowing that she was in a lot of pain. After what seemed like an eternity, the two stitchpunks finally reached their destination. 68 whirred a sigh of relief when the Sanctuary's resident nurse doll came out and started to assist them. Between them, they got 42 to the makeshift examination table. After he made sure that the injured stitchpunk was being helped, he held up his hands in a 'wait here' signal and dashed off to find the leader.
I'll check the roof, 68 thought. He's always there. 68's long legs carried him easily through the large warehouse, finally reaching the top floor.
Opening the door slowly partially not to startle 0 and partially because his arm wouldn't allow him to open the heavy door faster, 68 slipped through the space, padding over to the leader. 0 had not noticed the other stitchpunk, so 68 clicked and chirped quietly in question, eerily similar to a machine.
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Post by NinjaOfTamashii on Nov 29, 2009 1:02:27 GMT -5
0 felt a hand contact his shoulder, and the low whirring of a machine. He turned, a bit quick in his surprise, but smiled at the sight of the young muted doll.
"Hey, 68." He said happily, and got up to his feet. He studied the dolls expression carefully, as he could hardly understand his chattering sounds. He looked... worried.
"Is something wrong? Would you lead me to the problem?"
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Post by AumbreSuai on Nov 29, 2009 1:10:08 GMT -5
68 held up his hands in apology for scaring the older stitchpunk, then sighed, nodding. Though he was happy with how he was, it pained him to be unable to simply tell the others what he needed to tell them. he rubbed his throat thoughtfully... Maybe I should let 19 look at my voice box... He shuddered at the thought. Shaking his head, he remembered the injured female in the infirmary.
He clicked and chirped, motioning at 0 with his good shoulder to follow him. He walked briskly to where 42 was being cared for.
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Post by 42 on Nov 29, 2009 10:49:16 GMT -5
42 looked at her arms anf legs. She was horrified at how torn her skin was, not having noticed it beforehand. She let out a mournful groan, fingering the holes and cuts in her canvas. The medic sternly scolded, "Don't touch that, you'll only make it worse!"
42 looked down and said nothing. She was far too racked with pain to speak anymore, so she simply laid down and let the medic do her work without interruption.
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Post by NinjaOfTamashii on Nov 29, 2009 14:39:59 GMT -5
0 nodded, and followed behind the mute as he led them to the infirmary. He saw as their resident medic, 12, was working on some knew face who definatly looked in horrible shape.
"Ah... Oh, no..." He murmured. He stepped briskly to the bed, knelt beside it, and put a hand on the female's shoulder.
"Miss, don't worry. You're safe here. We'll get you patched up." 0 said softly, smiling. "You don't need to worry anymore."
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Post by 42 on Nov 29, 2009 14:56:14 GMT -5
Hearing his words, 42 weakly gave him a pained smile. "My number is 42. 68 was kind enough to help me walk inside." She turned to 68. "Thank you."
She then turned back to the tall one. "I didn't see any monsters on the way here, if that is of any...condolance...."
Her voice trailed off as 42 fell into a deep, exshausted sleep.
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Post by AumbreSuai on Nov 29, 2009 19:56:17 GMT -5
68 smiled and nodded when 42 thanked him, chirping lightly. Nodding at 0, the mute stitchpunk took his leave. He had a torn shoulder to repair, then resume patrolling the area.
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