» 1st delivery | accidental video

[nobrakes]

[There's a young man dressed in a ripped red shirt and black shorts lying on the ground. Next to him, is what looks like a bike... rather, what used to be a bike, but now its front wheel is all twisted and the spokes stick out every which way. Honestly, the bike looks in better shape than the man who groans into consciousness, rolling onto his side to face the camera.]

V? [He looks confused more than he is in pain. First, this isn't Manhattan and this isn't his cell phone. Secondly, he remembers he wasn't alone before he passed out. Sitting up is painful, but possible, and while most people would be concerned about being in a strange new town and/or injured, this guy is clearly more concerned about his big wheel. The blood running down his forearm isn't even a concern at the moment.] Shit! Asshole cabbie. Gonna fuck him up.


[ooc: Doctors, feel free to grab him up for treatment? He has a gash to his arm that needs stitches, busted ribs, some bruising... basically, he's a ball to treat.]

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[valentineluke]

Quite an entrance! Sideswiped into this world is a first.

[nobrakes]

[Yeah, things are still fuzzy and he's still calling for V, technically Vanessa, and not getting an answer, but the device is making noise. Wilee reaches for it, only now realizing his arm is bleeding yet shrugging it off. He's had worse.]

What?

[valentineluke]

You're not in Kansas anymore. Look around, notice the near absence of vehicles parked and otherwise.

[nobrakes]

[Well, yes, no cars. No traffic either. Lots of pedestrians though. Not much difference there.]

Wasn't from Kansas. Where am I?

[valentineluke]

Welcome to the City, and thank-you for not landing in the fountain.

[nobrakes]

This ain't the city.

[His definition of the city is Manhattan, like the locals call it. This is a piss poor suburban excuse of a city.]

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[trenchknives]

What the fuck happened to you?

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[nobrakes]

[Wilee might be staring at the device like it was the one who tossed him off the bike. Ignore him.]

A douchebag and an asshole in a car.

[He's had a bad day.]

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[trenchknives]

Well, shit, guess ya ain't gonna be happy about bein' stuck here, either.

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[nobrakes]

Naaaaah. [He's waving his hand, the uninjured one, because Wilee's not trying to hear anything about being stuck anywhere.] Nobody's getting stuck because I'm getting the hell out of here and finishing this delivery.

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[trenchknives]

Yeah, well, see...

[Jimmy scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.]

The thing is, once you're here, you, uh... can't leave?

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[nobrakes]

Bullshit.

[Because that's obviously what this is.]

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[steleheart]

You should go to the hospital. Do you need directions?

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[nobrakes]

[Yeah, he should, but he won't. Not right now, at least. Things need to be delivered.]

What I need is to find the dick who rammed me so he can give me a ride since my bike's fucked up.

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[steleheart]

I don't think that's possible.

[ For a moment she almost sounds happy. Simply because he sounds like everyone back home. ] If you can walk I can come and help you over, if not I can call an ambulance.

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[nobrakes]

I don't need one. I'm fine. [He stumbles to his feet and wavers a bit. See, he's right as rain. Just... alone and no longer in New York. Not good.] Have you seen a girl with me? Dominican, yay high, also on a bike?

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[steleheart]

No, you're the only one I've seen arrive.

[ Furrowing her brow. ] You probably have no idea what's going on, do you?

[as_damaged]

[Lucky you, Wilee, it's not too long before a doctor appears. Cameron is on her way to lunch, but there's really no such thing as being off the clock.

She doesn't need to see more than the wrecked bike to be at his side, assessing the damage.]

Don't move-- I'm a doctor.

[nobrakes]

[Oh boy, a doctor. Not what Wilee needs right now. He still have to deliver Nima's package and time is running out and now he has no bike.]

I'm okay. I'm fine.

[And also bleeding on everything.]

[as_damaged]

[If she had a nickel for every time someone said that... well, here it wouldn't do much good.]

You're not,

[she counters simply, disapprovingly, leaning over him to block him from getting up and taking a long look at his eyes to check his pupils.]

Can you tell me what happened?

[nobrakes]

[He flinches back a little from the sudden intense staring into his eyes. He knows what she's checking for; luckily, he was wearing his helmet.]

A cab happened. I'm fine. Nothing's broken. I would be able to tell.

[as_damaged]

It's not always that easy.

[A cab means not here, which means there's nothing to be gained asking him what day it is or where he is or anything of the sort. Which is very nearly par for the course, in the City.]

This definitely needs to be disinfected, and probably stitched as well. [She's apparently satisfied by the state of his eyes, at least for the moment, and has moved on, fingers moving to circle his wrist, check his pulse.] I'm Doctor Cameron. Can you tell me your name?

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[skintoskin]

[This face.]

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[nobrakes]

[No, this face. In response to that face.]

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[skintoskin]

[No, THIS face in response to that face, in response to the first face.]