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

[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.

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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.

[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?

It opens at 8.

[A sigh] If you give me twenty minutes I can get over there now.

If you're underground, there's a subway stop that kicks you out about a block from the clinic. Otherwise Dr. Tenma should be there in the morning.

I'm at the mall now.

I'm sorry, I don't think I'd make it another block in the Darkness. I'm past the adrenaline spike that got me here, and - well, it's either shock or toxin that's making me shake, but I'm an easy target either way.

Sorry. Again.

[The apologies aren't sarcastic, they're sincere. There's something earnest and hopeless and almost rote about them; she's been apologizing for being too weak most of her life.]

Don't apologize to me, kid, you're the one banged all to hell.

I can send someone after you. Not me personally, because i'm useless against that crap, but I know a few people that think they're hot shit.

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I wouldn't be if I hadn't got careless with things I can't handle.

How much do you trust them?

That's a loaded question. I'm not much for a world of backstabbing and intrigue, I just do my job and hope nothing turns around and bites me in the ass for it.

If you're really in that much trouble, I'll come myself, but I can't promise I can get you out of there.

...you're in luck, doc, I think I found a volunteer. What subway stop do we need?

Dewey Avenue Stop in Sector 4, I'll send you coordinates [because computers are handy like that]

Okay. We'll. Get there when we get there.

Be careful, doc.

I'm leaving right now, I've also sent the code for the gate. I'll let ya in when I get there. [He moves to get up, reaching for something before flipping off the NV]

[A few minutes later]

Got here early. See you soon.

[Feel free to reply to the action thread with deadpool below whenever you have time, or we could set up a separate log for all three of them? Let me know.]

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