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Post by PHOENIX AMBROSE on May 3, 2014 1:31:04 GMT
they said she was lucky to still be alive, but she didn't feel happy. her body ached, her head a constant pounding as she attempted to hobble down the hallway. they'd told her crutches weren't the best thing for her, but she refused to let anyone ever wheel her around, phoenix had more pride than that. and so, as soon as her uncle had signed the papers for her untimely escape, she was already half-way down the hall.
of course, that didn't help others from trying to stop the purplette. her eyes moved about as she felt a hand clasp down on her shoulder, a concerned look on his face. "should you even be up? it's taken you awhile to get down the hall" the nurse commented, eyes filling with concern, before he pulled the wheelchair out from adjoining hall. she shook her head at him, before continuing out to the front doors, breathing a bit more than usual now that she'd been moving so much on crutches. her arms sore as she moved outside the doors, and onto the street outside, her eyes moving back and forth. normally, she'd just walk. but considering where her apartment was, she couldn't today.
with a resigned sigh, the teen's eyes moved from the front of the building, to the people passing by, trying to see if she could find anyone that look familiar.
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on May 5, 2014 13:11:40 GMT
There's something to be said about Iggie having one foot in the grave, but even once it was said - it was fucking depressing, watching people die.
He didn't even bother to have a smoke and eye up a nurse once he was out. The acrid smell of antiseptic, the dizzy blues of the walls, he hated it all and he put up with it all out of greed and obligation.
He brushed past the dead and the dying, he tripped up over the wheels of a gurney. He could barely see straight, wearing sunglasses indoors and pulling on a sweater.
Edging out of the way, reluctantly holding a door open for a man being wheeled inside, his relief was tangible when he was out.
He practically bowled over a chick on crutches in his rush, steadying her with a hand on her waist and a sheepish (and, of course, charming) grin. "Sorry, babe." Iggie was a little caught between disgust at touching a sick person, as if it was contagious, and relief that at least it was a hot girl.
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Post by PHOENIX AMBROSE on May 6, 2014 3:44:01 GMT
Her balance was absolutely horrible, so when she felt someone pushing her from the back, she nearly fell face-first into the pavement, if not for the same hand to grab her and steady her. pale lavender eyes swilled over to the red-eyed man who seemed to be in quite a hurry. she raised a brow at him as she regained her balance, then rolled her eyes. "As much as calling me "babe" might effect other girls, where I work, men get punched in the balls that way" she said with a roll of her eyes.
She wasn't exactly comfortable with anyone being close to her right now. About the only people that she'd allow near her would be Ezra or Bjorn, and since both teens were at school, she was pretty much out of luck. Unless, of course, she could convince this... Outstanding (yes, this was sarcasm) man to help her out. her brow raised slightly a him. "Saw, if I offered you a free drink, would you mind taking me home?" An odd way to start a conversation, but Phoenix didn't like tip-toeing around subjects much.
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on May 7, 2014 13:15:39 GMT
She wasn't quite as distressed a damsel as he'd hoped for. She was the one out of the hospital, and she was the the sober one between them. Not that Iggie made these visits high, but it felt like there was always some remnants in his system, something languid in his manner.
He couldn't remember anybody ever having offered to buy him a drink. Iggie quirked a brow, but she'd never protested his hands on her, so they stayed.
Drink or not, he'd take her. "Your place or mine?" He was only sort-of joking.
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Post by PHOENIX AMBROSE on May 8, 2014 2:03:35 GMT
What a stupid question. His place or her place? Didn't she clearly say that she wanted him to take her home. "I did say take me home, correct? So I'd say my place." She realized then that there was more balance than usual with her, since getting crutches. She glanced down, then back up, brow raised. "As much as I like being able to stand on my own two feet and not have the threat of falling over, would you mind taking your hands off me?" Phoenix questioned.
Bjorn would probably have decked the guy by now. She was sure the poor white-haired man wouldn't know what hit him, but she couldn't imagine that her boyfriend would let her stand in the arms of another. She only wished that he was there to take her home. "I live above the Ambrose club. If you don't mind bringing me over there, I can provide a couple drinks on the house" She said, shrugging her shoulders slightly.
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on May 12, 2014 0:53:19 GMT
Iggie raised a brow, though he pulled back his hands, raising them in a mock surrender and a scoff. As if he'd just been trying to help, no need to get so snippy. She didn't seem upset enough to refuse his help though, and that was enough for him to brush off her complete lack of manners, run a hand through his hair and motion in the direction of the parking lot.
"Actually, wait. I should pull up." He realized she was crippled, and giving a little salute and nearly tripping over the curb before turning around to cross to his car. Not even his car - he'd never afford a car this nice (not as things were, his eye flickered back to the hospital building), but she didn't need to know that. He wondered if she'd have found someone else to give her a ride, though that only rushed him a little as he pulled out and around to the front.
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Post by PHOENIX AMBROSE on May 15, 2014 3:12:58 GMT
As he motioned towards the car, her brow raised. It took him a moment to realize, and the woman rolled her eyes. It was a good thing the nurse had returned the knife she'd apparently forgotten about as she'd gotten pummeled. She sighed after a moment, eyes watching as he walked over to a car. She really couldn't believe that he had a car like that, but also most people didn't believe she owned a club pretty much by herself. A breath escaped her after a moment. She couldn't be too picky, now could she?
When he pulled to the front of the building, Phoenix reached for a handle, nearly tumbling inside in a jumble. She hated riding in cars, but there was no way she could hobble all the way home. "I assume you know where the entertainment district is, right? The clubs one of the first buildings you come to when driving down there" She instructed, letting out a tired sigh.
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on May 30, 2014 4:03:17 GMT
She stood, still waiting, when he pulled to a smooth stop. The passenger seat was piled with receipts, empty fast food cartons, CDs and varied trash; Iggie leaned over and brushed it to the car floor before she got in.
"Yeah, yeah, I got it." He flashed her a smile, revved the engine as if it would be some sort of comfort. "Don't worry 'bout a thing."
Out of the hospital's parking lot and on the main streets, the traffic trickled to a stop. Fucking crowded. Hot. He rolled down his window, leaning out to see ahead, groaning and letting an arm dangle in the humid outside air.
He turned to her. "So how'd you get...?" He trailed off with a shrug, a glance out the windshield. No need to beat around the bush, he was curious.
"I'm Iggie, by the way."
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Post by PHOENIX AMBROSE on Jun 14, 2014 3:10:26 GMT
He didn't seem that shy about asking for her injuries. Phoenix let out a bitter laugh. "I live in a very dangerous part of town, I suppose. And don't know how to back down from a fight" She replied to his inquiry. It wasn't far from the truth. The purple-haired girl was quite good at not backing down. She had to, considering the line of work she was in. Dealing with drunk men was part of the job, and well, she overestimated the fact that she was in control most of the time.
"I guess they told my boyfriend I wasn't gonna live. Seems death didn't want me quite yet" She shrugged, rolling down her own window and leaning back in the seat. She lifted her leg, fitting it in between the mirror and the inside of the car, but not in the way of her driver. She glanced down at him as he introduced himself.
"Most people call me Ambrose, like the club. But call me Phoenix" She shrugged.
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