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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2014 23:56:05 GMT -5
Vic held her hand as she spoke. The little he knew of Italian told him she was mostly babbling. staying conscious was the key. He looked up as Selina entered. He was probably a mess. His tie was loosened, shirt was no longer crisp, his hair disheveled. She could probably smell the distinct smell of old milk and garbage that had stuck to his trenchcoat from his earlier hobby. He'd left the fedora in the car. If he had any judgement towards her or her way of life, she couldn't tell. All there was was the blank expression on his face.
"She said she was tracking down a lead, followed a perp into a trap. Outnumbered and outgunned. She barely escaped." His voice was losing the zen quality it usually had, but he did his best to try and keep his calm. He didn't want Catwoman to notice how worried he really was. "Leslie should be five minutes out by now." He gave Helena's hand a squeeze. "I figure I'd stick around long enough for her to get settled and then go back out. A hit like this... people are going to talk, going to brag." He knew he had a long night ahead of him, but it didn't bother him.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2014 10:46:34 GMT -5
The taxi was nearing the address the man gave to her on the phone. Leslie gazed out the window to an apartment building. She wished she would have gotten more out of the caller besides just that he got her number from Catwoman. Like, who is she treating? A criminal? Selina did sometimes associate herself with them. Leslie had been forced to treat criminals before, everyone deserves health care, but having to do it against her will. She had hoped that would never happen again. "Gettin out lady?" Leslie then looked to the cab driver with a smile. "Well of course, give an old lady some time..." The driver then sighed. "Time is money lady!" Leslie then rolled her eyes. She then went into her pocket book to pay the man. "Keep the change, try to lighten up a little... you would be surprised how just a little act of kindness could brighten someone's day, it could start you!" The man then gave Leslie a look. "Go to hell lady!" Leslie sighed. "You go first! Asshole!" Wow, she had tried to always not use foul language, but she needed to make a point. Don't underestimate her. Then man then looked shocked. She then gathered her things and exited the cab. There she was on the sidewalk in front of the entrance to the building, two medical bags on each shoulder. It was to the 4th floor. She then opened the door and made her way to the elevator. What was in store for her? This hush hush ordeal, I'm getting too old for this. Fourth floor, the doors opened to a typical hallway. She then made her way to the apartment number. This is it... Leslie then put one bag on the ground next to her foot and then straighten up her posture. "Here goes nothing, Selina wouldn't put me in harms way, would she? She then began to knock at the door.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2014 12:52:58 GMT -5
She wasn't the sort to judge. Question was one of the more borderline masks out there. He didn't get in her way, she didn't get in his. It was those that proclaimed what they did was the only right way that rubbed her fur wrong. And considering he was trying to console Huntress, well, to her that said more than words would. Loyalty was loyalty. And for a fallen friend, support meant much.
Swallowing as she heard the short recap, she swore lightly. "She's too stubborn. Never has backup. Then again, she wouldn't be herself if she were otherwise." At the Italian mumbling she sighed. Always the stubborn Italians. She'd known a few poignant ones in her life, that had helped shape her own worldview. Two separate men came to mind, and she grimly smiled as she shook her head.
Turning as she heard the knock she went to answer it, thankful to see the Doctor. "She's injured badly. Gunshot wounds, a concussion, no doubt." She informed Leslie as she led the woman to where Huntress was poised on the bed. She wanted to stay, and Leslie was a confidant, but she wasn't exactly comfortable being here, considering where the lines were drawn.
So she lingered in the doorway, overlooking the scene for a while. She could probably skip out after Huntress was stabilized. She'd have a few house-calls to make after this.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2014 3:42:47 GMT -5
Vic nodded silently at Selena's assessment of Huntress. Question felt guilty, though he wasn't sure why. Maybe it was guilt and anger towards himself. If he was more approachable, if he had kept in contact with her, if if if if. Was he supposed to be some sort of god like entity, always trying to save her? It wasn't his place, but his heart said differently. What did it know, anyway?
Question turned as Catwoman spoke to Leslie. His blank face hid his expression of worry. It was the ultimate poker face, that was for sure, though the rest of his body language would've betrayed him. He stood whenever Leslie came into the room. "she faded out of consciousness in my car. I gave her a shot of adrenaline to keep her conscious but the effects are wearing off."
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