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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2014 23:36:28 GMT
She walked off the morning train almost bumping into someone else, which escalated to a whirlwind of apologies and hand holding.
Petunia ran off after that, bag jumping up and down as she unconsciously ended up running into downtown. Except she didn't really realise she was in downtown; honestly save for the main street, she hardly ever knew her way around the busy hustle bustle of the East, thus she ended up panicking, unsure how to get back to the train station or find herself away from the expensive shops that were lining the streets - window shopping was a cruel, cruel punishment.
It was then, while pressed up against shop windows oohing and sighing, did she accidentally miss a step, get tangled with either or feet or her shoes caught on something, and fell down onto the pavement violently, hitting her head hard.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2014 0:00:19 GMT
Luca normally didn't venture out very often, maybe once or twice. The early morning crowds, though, weren't so bad. It was only when things started getting busier that the blonde disliked everyone. He blew out the smoke he had just sucked in from the cancer stick between his fingers. He hated smoking, too. For that, he blamed Salem. Salem drove him to smoking. yeah, that was it. Luca shook his head as he lifted his foot, putting out the cigarette and putting it back into his pack. He'd finish it later, when he wasn't getting dirty looks from the people passing him by.
His eyes turned to the window he was passing by. No, he didn't have a certain girl in his life, except for his one little sister. The poor girl had always been part of a testosterone filled family. He chuckled softly at the thought before his eyes moved towards someone up the sidewalk. His attention was perked, more keen to people that seemed distressed. And the girl looked like a lost cat. His brow raised slightly. Well, that was unfortunate. His eyes narrowed down as he moved to the edge of the sidewalk, ready to cross the street. It wasn't until he was ready to cross that he noticed the lost-looking girl about to fall. And before he could get to her, her head hit the pavement, making Luca flinch.
Others didn't seem to notice the downed girl, and seeing his little sister in her, even if the woman was much older than her, he rushed forwards, crouching down beside her. "Hit your head pretty hard, huh? Here, Let me help" He said softly, hoping not to scare her. It would be unfortunate for that to happen, of course it had happened before. A tattooed man that smelled like smoke appearing out of no where was never a good thing to deal with, in most cases. He held out his hand, hoping she'd take it so he could help.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2014 7:15:28 GMT
Petunia made a noise, some kind of wail of a dying animal. She did, however, try to lift her head and push her body up, and the damage was far less than she imagined. No blood clots on her head but some scrapes and a bad headache, but her knees certainly hurt. With some effort, she managed to flip herself over so she'd be sitting down instead of lying on the pavement.
It was only then did she meet a kind stranger offering out his hand. Petunia smiled hopelessly at him, taking his hand with both of hers, trying to use him as a method to pull herself up, and she managed it without really relying on him too much.
"I'm sorry..." Her voice sounded childlike, even. When she examined her knees though, the cut was deep enough to warrant the oozing of blood. She gasped in alarm, frowning to herself.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2014 16:56:33 GMT
Luca didn't notice the blood oozing at first, but once he got her on her feet, did he see the red bodily liquid coming from the scrapes on her knees. The blonde frowned in concern before he glanced around. "No need to apologize to me. I just wanted to make sure you were alright" He said, his tone both professional and concerned. He glanced towards a bench, angling his head towards it. "Why don't you take a seat? I'll see about getting you some bandages for your knees" He offered, though didn't wait for her to say anything.
Luca stepped into the store behind him, buying a pack of tissues, alcohol pads and bandages, then returning out to the bench he hoped she sat down on. "My name's Luca, by the way. I hope it doesn't seem too forward me helping you out, but I couldn't just leave you lying there" The blonde commented. His fathers had always taught him, that while neither of them were attracted towards women, it was still nice to treat them like you meant to be treated. A man brought up by a love that was despised throughout the country, Luca knew it was better to be nice to others than anything else.
"Would it be alright if I tended your knees, or would you rather do it?" Ever the gentleman Luca Wyld was.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2014 18:16:03 GMT
"I'm such a clutz..." Petunia whined, admiring the kindness of the stranger. "So it's right that I say I'm sorry!" She nodded to reassure herself.
Later, she did do as he told, obediently sitting on a bench and stared at his figure, wondering what he was going to do. She followed his figure as it stepped into a shop and back out again only with tissues and things. Petunia stared at him, still a little confused until he spoke.
"Um... Uh... Thank you for your help um... I don't really know how to do these things. I'm sorry." She touched the back of her neck, a nervous habit, as she laughed shakily.
"I'm Petunia by the way. Its nice to meet you, Luca!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2014 3:38:36 GMT
Luca understood where she was coming from, but he didn't see why she was apologizing. He was the kind of person that did the same thing for just about anyone. It didn't matter if they were a klutz or not. That was how he was raised, his fathers would have murdered him if they found out about him just leaving someone, especially a woman, on the street like that. They may have been liked their own sex, but that didn't mean that they didn't drill into his head the ways of a gentleman.
"It's not a problem, not one bit. I'm honored you've accepted my help" Luca said, smiling up at her as he bent down, not caring too much if he stained his pants. Pants could be replaced, people couldn't. He'd had plenty of practice, what with his sister always tripping over things. He'd gotten used to patching her up at the most random times, so this was no sweat. He quickly bandaged the girl's knees up, then stood up once more.
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Petunia. Where were you headed? Maybe I could escort you so you don't fall again?" He asked, attempting to poke a little bit of fun at her.
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