][ ix ][ video/action ][ morning

[flensing]

[The video begins when the device is dropped, skittering away into the leaves. Standing above, with her hand braced against the rough bark of a tree, Anna drops to the ground not long after, hitting heavily on her knees with a sob. She's disheveled, hair lank and draped with a few delicate strands of what might be spider-silk, a web crashed into on her way through the woods, bright against her black hair. There's a little blood staining the shoulder of her shirt, but not much.

She has a knife clutched in one hand. When she hears the rustling of a squirrel waking for the morning, she all but screams, scrabbling back until her shoulder hits the tree trunk and that knife is ripped through the air ferociously. But she's still crying, still panicked,]

Please. I'm sorry--

[[ooc; It's been a while since we had an 'Anna Weeping Inconsolably' post... so here's one of those. She was picked up and scheduled for snackage by a certain spider. She has narrowly escaped while forgetting that she's not supposed to watch the sunrise and is now weeping for your viewing pleasure while totally blinded. I have no plans, first come first serve, but I don't mind fish-bowling, personally.]]

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[punchedhitler]

[He's very good at finding people, and on seeing the video he went into the woods to do just that.]

Anna-

Anna!

[flensing]

[She's seen it herself, too many times before: the panicked striking out at those who intend to help. Lucie had lashed out at her many times, so had that girl in the basement until Anna had managed to offer hands. She understands it, but it just doesn't stop her giving a stifled shriek, pressing herself back against the tree, knife extended blindly.]

[punchedhitler]

[Fortunately for the both of them, the chances of her hurting him, even with a weapon in hand, are pretty slim. He doesn't approach quickly, he just moves slowly]

Anna, it's Steve. Steve Rogers, remember me?

[He's holding his hands up, to show he's not carrying a weapon.]

[flensing]

[She does remember him, but what does that matter? Evil comes in every guise. It comes in kindly mothers with beautiful children, beautiful women with dark hair, men with white smiles. She gives another sob, the tip of the knife sinking in the air, exhausted but unwilling to give up the fight.]

Private

[worldofourown]

Anna. Anna. Anna.

Whatever is wrong?

Private

[flensing]

[The last person whose voice she wanted to hear, she makes a small noise, trying to look around herself, but her eyes hurt incredibly right now, even without the tears.]

Private

[worldofourown]

[ Ah, crying. Catnip to his ears. ]

Run into a big fearsome nasty, hmmm~?

Private

[flensing]

Be quiet.

video;

[boutant]

Anna!

[ Oh no, oh no. ]

Anna, what happened?

private; Tony's Codes

[punchedhitler]

Ariadne, she's at the hospital.

private; Tony's Codes

[boutant]

Steve- [ HI SHE'S A LITTLE PANICKED ] Did you find her?

[flensing]

[She'll just be... hanging out a the hospital. Being all dead inside.]

[boutant]

[ Ariadne's brought chocolate again. Knock knock. ]

Anna?

[hexuality]

Anna?

Are you alright?

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[flensing]

I am all right.

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[hexuality]

You're sure?

If there's anything I can do.

à l'hôpital

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[Work might mean he sometimes misses dramas as they play out on the network, but also that he's often there for the aftermath. The room has been kept dark, the only information he has that she was attacked in the woods and has 'problems with her eyes'.

If he's honest, he expects a trauma injury.

Rapping three times, lightly, on the door, he opens it.]

It's Doctor Chase.

[flensing]

[She's sitting curled up in a chair, not looking much less strained than she did when she arrived. They've given her something to relax her eyes, lessening the pain, but they're still watering. There's a chart somewhere that says photokeratitis.

Or maybe she's just crying.]

[intheblanks]

Anna?

[It's not that he doesn't think she's heard. Letting her locating him by his voice, deliberate footsteps and the drag of the chair he pulls across, he narrows his own eyes to see both the chart he's picked up, and the damage for himself.]

They told me something happened in the woods.

[candothat]

Anna? What happened?

[ooc: Pretend this was much earlier?]

[flensing]

Someone followed me from work. And took me into the woods.

[ooc; bring to me your backtags and together we will be glorious 8V]

[candothat]

Were you badly hurt?

[ooc: ♥]

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[anunluckypenny]

[This is Penny, visiting Anna at the hospital on a day of your choosing. She knocks quietly at her door.]

Hey, Anna? Are you okay with visitors?

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[flensing]

[It takes Anna a few days to want visitors. The doctors and even Ariadne are almost too much at first, but she has gone through this before. It doesn't make it any easier, the knee-jerk reaction of panic every time someone's shadow falls over her or a hand gets too close, but she know that time will ease the edge of it. It can be bearable, sometimes, if not completely healed. She doesn't really think that she can be healed, feels like she might be insulting all of the victims who had come before her in those dark cells to want to be. She needed to carry their burden, their legacy -- (So hard to find a martyr, in this day and age.)

But after a few days, it's easier, perhaps because her eyes are being treated and it is no longer so difficult to see.

When Penny knocks on the door, she is sitting cross-legged on the small cot, a clip on her finger keeping track of her vitals, but she has not warranted an IV. She puts the little book she was flipping through aside.]

Hello, Penny.

[She motions to a chair. It faces the bed, but is not even within arm's length of it.]

Thank you for visiting.

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[anunluckypenny]

[Penny has been worried about Anna. Chase and Wilson keep her informed, sure, but she doesn't really know what the girl went through or what can be done to help--if anything can be done to help.

She steps in quietly, a soft smile on her face and a gray kitten in her arms.]

Sure, not a problem. How're you feeling?