Accidental Video; forward-dated to shortly before midnight tonight.

[fridgetothefire]

[The view is tilted, oddly angled even for an accidental recording; the NV has a slanted perspective on a long-panel bathroom mirror. The tile and stall doors in the background are fairly recognizable as the standard layout and building materials in the Underground Mall.]

[A young girl sits on the sink counter, stripped to the waist, twisted away, face largely obscured except for the sharp angle of a chin and a shock of black hair visible as she trys to get a view of her own back in the mirror. It's a mess, light brown skin scrawled with twisted burn scars, old and shiny and taut. On top of the old wounds are fresh ones, long ragged cuts in groups of four, claw marks of varying depths. The small of her back and the top of her pants are covered in blood.]

Damn. Worse than I thought.

[Her voice is tight, weary as much as pained. She starts sponging the blood away with a wad of wetted paper towels, dabbing the cuts with plain, harsh hand soap to fight infection. She grunts softly at the sting, her body wincing before she washes them out again.]

ETA: After a few minutes, she curses in Russia and cuts the feed, but the curious or concerned can still call her back.

Comments

[whycantistay]

Anya? [She's more than worried here.] Do you need anything? Do you need to go to the hospital?

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[fridgetothefire]

[She curses once, vehemently in Russian, and fumbles for her NV, which snaps off. Thirty seconds later it comes on again, privated and thoroughly encrypted, trained on her face this time. The view is shaking just slightly - she can't quite hold it steady.]

Fred. No. No hospitals.

Please.

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[whycantistay]

You need to see someone, Maddie*. [She say it, girly. She knows.]

ooc: *clarification: Fred still only knows her as Maddie and not Anya.

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[fridgetothefire]

I can't, I don't - I don't want records. S'just pain, I'll be fine.

[She tries to pass it off with a grin but she can't quite pull it off, knuckles pale, eyes wide, terribly afraid of something, though not of whatever it was that savaged her.]

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[whycantistay]

Then I'm coming to you. I can patch things up. [Not as good as a doctor, but she knows the feeling.]

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[fridgetothefire]

No!

[She snarls, teeth gritted, winces a moment later -]

I got careless, alright, but the last thing I need is for you do the same stupid thing on purpose. I'll just. Clean this up and hole up somewhere and rest okay? You can come get me in the morning.

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[whycantistay]

In the morning then. Promise me you'll look after yourself.

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[doctor_mccoy]

[NV's have hair-triggers at all the wrong times, huh? He taps the camera lens for emphasis]

I'm gonna go ahead and recommend you have that looked at. Half the shit out there is venomous, and the last thing anyone needs is for their arm to necrosis off.

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[fridgetothefire]

[They really do. She bites out a filthy Russian curse in surprise and anger, hastily switching the video feed off, but doesn't close the audio channel. After a moment, she replies in a soft voice.]

...I can't go to a hospital. I was planning to disinfect them again with alcohol after I got cleaned up. I'm not sure how much I can do about venom.

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[doctor_mccoy]

There's the newcomers clinic, it's less of a hospital atmosphere and they don't ask questions.

Don't be stubborn about this, kid, injuries like that are dangerous, not something a bit of rubbing alcohol and band-aids will fix.

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[fridgetothefire]

[After a pause.]

No records?

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[doctor_mccoy]

There are plenty of doctors and nurses there that are sympathetic, if not newcomers themselves. They won't turn down treating your injuries even if you remain tight lipped about who you are.

Even if they give you shit, just tell them McCoy sent you in and they can contact me about it.

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[fridgetothefire]

[Quietly]

It's not just about being a newcomer. There's someone - he can't find me.

[There's a slow breath.]

Okay. If I can still walk in the morning. I'll go. When does it open?

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[the_dead_pool2]

[Well that was interesting, he responds in Russian, because hey when do you get to do that here]

Looks like you had a run in with some rough characters.

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[fridgetothefire]

[She replies voice-only. Her accent is rough - she hasn't used Russian regularly in a while - but more Ukrainian than English.]

I lost track of time.

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[the_dead_pool2]

[He gives her a few of the pleothora of weapons he uses]

Then you should call me.

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[fridgetothefire]

[She laughs a little - not because it's really terribly funny, she's just surprised by the offer. It cuts off in a soft noise of pain. After a beat, she gets her breath back and answers.]

I guess you're Mister Search and Rescue, huhn?

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[the_dead_pool2]

Captain Awesomepants of Awesomeville, actually. You need to get to some sort of healing type thingamaperson?

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[fridgetothefire]

[She flips the video back on again; she's dressed now, in a light jacket that only reveals her face and hands - though there's no telling what condition the back of it is in. She manages a weary smile.]

I've been told on very good authority that I should.

You willing escort a damsel in distress for a block or two, Captain?

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[motioned]

O-Oh my gosh! Are you going to be okay? You should really get a doctor to look at that, miss! It looks like it could be really serious...

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[fridgetothefire]

[The reply doesn't come until the next day, and it's weak, strained, and a bit awkwardly shy - but steady.]

...uh. I don't know if you're still. Curious or anything, but I did - a doctor helped me out. So. I'll be okay.

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[motioned]

[She's momentarily surprised by the sudden message, and it does take her a few seconds to put two and two together. Still, the relief is audible when she does respond.]

Really? I'm glad you're going to be alright! Is it healed?

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[fridgetothefire]

Healed? No. But it will.

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[motioned]

You could probably find a healer to help you if you wanted!

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[fridgetothefire]

I can manage. Humans are tougher than people think.

And I've relied on enough people over this already.

[It's not bitter, just matter-of-fact: she won't take more help than she really, truly needs.]