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Post by Logan Marshall on Oct 6, 2015 0:13:42 GMT
Opal StroleLogan staggered through the forest, losing blood fast. His left hand clutched his gut, where he had been shot. He was visiting his uncle in the human world when an HBES agent came into his motorcycle shop and had shot his uncle in the head, and then shot Logan in the gut, before leaving, knowing the police would be on their way. He looked at his hand, which was smeared red. His breathing had become very rough, and he was having more and more trouble breathing. If he wanted to live any longer he knew he would have to lay still. He pushed through the trees and bushes, until he had finally found the base. He staggered in, seeing where Opal had been imprisoned. He couldn't see her, as there was no windows. He staggered to the brick wall, and using the last of his tiger-strength, punched it, causing a good chuck to fall out. He couldn't see Opal, but he dove through the hole, landing on his back, just laying there, while both his hands clutched his gut.
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Post by Opal Strole on Oct 6, 2015 0:26:36 GMT
Blood was on the air; Opal could smell it, despite being completely human. It stirred memories of The Massacre in her head, causing her to scream, roll, cry in her sleep, until she woke up sweating, on her feet in an instant and running to the corner to hide from herself. She took a few seconds to calm herself, the scent, which she assumed was from her dreams, still lingering on her senses, as she went to her dressing room-slash-storage room to change out of the drenched clothes. No sooner had the former assassin pulled on a black t-shirt, red scarf, red leather jacket, and black jeans, was there a loud clang upstairs in the outdoor portion of her base. Opal, assuming it was Katniss or Adam or Rosemary coming for a visit, sprayed a few touches of perfume around her body to mask the sweat-smell, then climbed the steps to the cold air. Now, an angry mob of students that had managed to find her was one thing to be slightly surprised at, but the sight of Logan Marshall, her former lover, bleeding out on the forest floor right behind her prison bars, was a whole other thing. Logan and Opal had been in.. well, you could say an argument. But Opal had changed, she hoped, and didn't want to let anyone else die when she had the chance to change things. "Oh, My God!" Was all she said before she pulled off her scarf and knelt down against the bars of the prison cell, reaching through to attempt to pull up Logan's shirt and press the cloth against his wound to slow the bleeding, which would likely hurt; a lot. Good thing it was red. "Why didn't you go to the hospital!? Claire would have been fair to you, despite everything, you idiot!"
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Post by Logan Marshall on Oct 6, 2015 0:41:31 GMT
Logan saw Opal rushing towards his body. He scanned her. Her reaction was initial shock, and she seemed to have been crying before she had saw him. Logan grimaced and screamed in pain when the scarf was pressed onto his stomach. He began to cough rapidly, spraying some blood occasionally. He sputtered out words, which hurt him as he did so. "I know.... I had... to... visit you... before I die... I needed... see you... once..." Are what he had managed to say, before setting his head back down on the ground. He coughed again, wincing. He held his hand out, opening it, which in it was a large, circular, golden locket. Inside was three pictures that he carried around everywhere. Picture one: Him and Jack when they were eleven years old, smiling. Logan had his arm around Jack, in a choke-hold, while Jack laughed. Picture Two: Him and Rayne, laying down in the grass, Logan's arms around her waist, while her's were around the back of his head. They were both smiling, and it was one of the best memories of Logan's life. Picture Three: Opal Strole, playing a song on her violin, laughing, looking as beautiful as ever. Logan carried these pictures around, because they were when he was most happy. They were when he was good...
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Post by Opal Strole on Oct 6, 2015 0:51:04 GMT
Opal was so focused on his face, on the blood, on the memories, that she didn't notice the locket until it was in front of her nose. With her other hand, she reached through the bars and took the golden artifact gingerly, looking through it, tears now begging to come. " I know.... I had... to... visit you... before I die... I needed... see you... once..." "Logan no!" Opal said, almost scolding him. "You are not going to die!" It was a late response to his words, she knew, but she couldn't comprehend the words at first. "No, you have Rayne that loves you, and... and that's more than I get, so you will live, got it!?" Opal set the locket down in the grass and took Logan's hand and centered it over the scarf, giving him an order to hold in there with plenty of pressure. "I'm getting my first-aid kit, k?" She left, back down into the base, before she could hear what else he was going to say. The kit was under the bottom step in a tucked-away cabinet, and so she lifted the board and pulled the hefty box out, clambering up the steps once more and practically sliding down next to him again.
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