Nina Stenet
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Post by Nina Stenet on Nov 1, 2011 12:59:33 GMT -5
Yeah, that's what she thought, he didn't listen. Either that, or she didn't put the right series of rambling thoughts together. But she spares herself the strain that it would take her to be disappointed or frustrated, respectively. Actually, she seems reasonably calm right now. Calm but overly passive: despondent, really. No, that's definitely not a normal mood for Nina. And though Edward's words reassure her that everything will turn out okay, they do nothing to cheer her up.
"I don't want you to get my laptop," she informs him quietly, her eyes shifting first to him and then staring blankly off into space, "And I need Shawty's help if we're leaving that soon." The tiredness in her tone makes it clear that she's not trying to start an argument, merely stating what's on her mind for the record. She wouldn't be up to an argument at the moment, especially not with Edward, and would give up instantly if he tried to start one. But that doesn't mean that she doesn't have her own, differing thoughts.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2011 20:06:23 GMT -5
He raised his eyebrow at the disinterested expression on Nina's features. It must have been a terrible day for her, but to Edward it was merely another one of many. How did Nina plan to stay in this life? He did not enjoy the idea of her getting shot again, but in this type of field, getting shot is almost expected. He had a number of scars from bullet, knives, and any other tool someone could get their hands onto. Again, he felt that annoying emotion called guilt for pulling her into this, but he pushed it aside.
When she spoke softly about the laptop he found himself thinking why. Why did she not want him to go get it? It would hardly be a challenge for him, but he didn't get chance to voice it because she continued. He tensed automatically at the mention of the brats name. He certainly would not be letting the brat come with him. No, he never wanted to see her again. It was a liability he could not control. He would not have that liability around Nina. He let go of her hand and quickly turned his gaze outside the window. He watched as they traveled passed building after building. He would have argued with her if she didn't look like she was on her death bed. Instead he kept his mouth shut. Nina would not convince him on the unnecessary brat. He would not put up with such disrespectful attitudes. The brat even ruined one of his favorite suits. Images of the blond child woman's death popped into his mind. It actually helped to clear his mind of the pain. He found himself smiling a little to the window.
He wouldn't argue with Nina now. He would let her rest, but if she expected his position on the matter to change, she was sorely mistaken.
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Nina Stenet
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Post by Nina Stenet on Nov 2, 2011 22:51:47 GMT -5
Nina frowns slightly when he takes his hand away - she'd barely noticed when he'd taken it, but the sudden lack of it bothers her. It's too similar to something else that happened very recently. "I wasn't angry because you wanted to kill her," she suddenly comments, the memory still a bit shaky but solid enough in what she was feeling at the time for her to be certain of that much. "I expected you'd be that upset with her. She knew you would be," she adds, though a slight deepening of her frown indicates that she wasn't too pleased by that either.
"But I was a lot more angry because you made me leave - I'd rather have stayed with you, no matter what you were doing," she says as her gaze once again settles on nothing at all. "I don't think you knew that," she observes a moment later, now thinking more out loud, "You didn't want me to see." Her eyes suddenly shift back to Edward. "Thank you," she says simply, her eyes drifting to where his hand rests now. Her own hand stretches slightly toward it, indicating without words that she'd like it back.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2011 23:34:48 GMT -5
Blood streamed from her bright blue eyes as she laid frozen on the ground. He brought up his cane and placed it at the bullet hole in the middle of her forehead. The blond hair had gone red, and he heard a pleasant sound of squish as he pushed the cane deeper. Oh look at that, she does have a brain.
"I wasn't angry because you wanted to kill her."
Edward blinked as the image disappeared, and he is faced with a car door window. He felt his body stiffen for a moment as Nina continued to talk. It felt like she had caught him with his hand in the cookie jar until he remembered that his thoughts were his own. She could never break into them. If he wanted to imagine a bloody death he could; though normally, he voiced the images to Allen.
It took him only half a second to catch on to what Nina was saying. She wanted to stay with him, ha. When she had broken Allen's fingers she had ran to the bathroom like a child. God, he hated women. He sometimes wondered if gender discrimination was ever wrong. Men had proven time and time again to be far more intelligent. Yes, there were outliers, but outliers existed in everything. When she finally realized the reason behind his action, he found himself rolling his eyes at the window.
It took you this long, Nina?
But then two words left her mouth that froze Edward in a different way. She had thanked him...he pulled his head away from the window and look down at her. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He had not been thanked before. It was strange. He noticed the reaching hand instantly and quickly took hold of it in his hand again. "You're welcome," he muttered, turning back to the window. He did not particularly want to get into feelings. He began the causal circling with his thumb on her hand. "You really should rest, dear," he said to the door, but not facing her directly.
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Nina Stenet
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Post by Nina Stenet on Nov 3, 2011 2:27:19 GMT -5
How often does Nina wish that she could read Edward's thoughts? He's very prone to going silent just when she's certain he's pondering things that she'd rather hear him say out loud. It would no doubt save them a lot of conflict, especially when he makes her angry; when he does something that goes so contrary to what she wants and needs, why he's doing it is hardly the first thought on her mind.
She's hardly to the point yet where she can just automatically assume that he isn't actually trying to hurt her in those cases; that lingering issue of trust remains incompletely resolved pending more solid proof. When someone says that they'll try not to hurt you only to purposefully attempt to kill you later, returning to the point where you automatically assume comes slowly.
And his reaction to the mention of Shawty hardly speeds up the process. In fact, it slows down a bit. She has no idea why he's so opposed to her getting help from her assistant even after he apparently decided to leave the young woman alive, mostly because she hasn't the slightest idea what happened between those two. She doesn't really remember anything past the point of jumping out of the car; everything after that is haze. Also haze is everything up to the point when Edward touched her hand, though she vaguely recalls hearing their voices and that neither were very happy-sounding. If she couldn't remember hearing Shawty then she'd have assumed the worst.
And while she's hardly begun to figure out exactly what she needs to do about the situation that the FBI has forced her into, she does know that she'll need Shawty to do it. Given that he's already shown his complete lack of understanding about how she views her present situation, Edward would probably not see the need for her to do anything and would therefore refuse to let her. And she hardly trusts that Allen would do anything behind Edward's back - in fact she hardly trusts him at all. He's not Robby, who she was certain that she could talk into doing anything they were likely to survive. Poor Robby. She needs someone who will listen to her. And that isn't anyone in this car.
When he takes her hand she sighs quietly, comforted by the return of that feeling that everything will be okay. Though when he tells her to rest, she states, "Can't rest. First I need to make sure your doctor doesn't do anything to my knee that will stop me from making it heal faster with my power. Then I need to call my mom and tell her I'm okay but won't call again for awhile - I promised I wouldn't disappear without telling her again. After that I can rest." And after that she can start making plans.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2011 17:44:38 GMT -5
He ignored the comment about her mother. It wasn't because he had anything against Nina's mother. He just did not particular enjoy the topic of family. He did not like own family, why would he care about another one? It only showed Edward what he was never able to have: a caring father and a sane mother.
"Doctor Leam has been with me since almost the beginning. He has healed more gun, knife, and broken bones then probably most. He also managed to stitch me back together without me coming out like a rag doll," he said with a small smile as he glanced down at her. He almost added that the Doctor had already saved her life once, but he had no interest in getting into that topic. The car already felt overwhelmingly thick with tension. His eyes glanced out and caught breath of the dockyard. With only a few more turns, Allen slowed the car to a halt. Dr. Leam stood outside his warehouse, browsing through his phone. He put it away as his eyes crossed the car.
"One second, my dear," he said as he let go of Nina's hand and carefully lifted up her legs. He then opened the door and forced himself up.
"You appear roughed up, but no harm. I take it this call is for your Lady Acquaintance," the older man's haggard face commented.
"Yes, I think she attracts trouble to irritate me," he commented as he stepped to the side in order for the doctor could take a look.
"It must be true. She did manage to attract you," he said in a droll voice and he walked towards the car. He didn't introduce himself. In this type of business, it was better to keep your name off another's lips for as long as possible. His pulled a miniature flashlight from his pocket and shown in up and down her form. It stopped in two places. Her eyes and her knee.
"If you want to keep her alive, may I suggest not shooting her," he informed Edward with a slight twist of a smile.
"It wasn't me this time!" he defended himself.
"Yes, of course not," he stated. The doctor stood back up before turning towards the Riddler. "Her kneecap is shattered. She will need a replacement if she plans to ever walk properly again. It appears she has just woken from a concussion as well. I want to put her through surgery, but with the recent concussion heavy medicine is out of the question."
"I don't believe pain will be a problem," he informed, "She just needs to be moveable in two weeks."
The doctor nodded. "I have to find a replacement knee cap. I believe I have a few at home that I can tweak. I will be back soon. Make sure you have an area cleared and cleaned for the surgery," Dr. Leam stated. He then began walking to his own car, but paused only a moment to say, "Nice to meet you, Edward's Lady Acquaintance." He then gave a bored wave before driving away in his car.
Edward looked down at Nina in his car. Dr. Leam would fix her up quickly and then they would be away from Gotham and the drama it created. He walked over to the passenger seats. He heard Allen getting out of the car. The big man then went to the entrance of the warehouse to unlock. Edward's eyes though were focused on Nina's. He held out his hand, in a supportive matter, "How about we get you prep for surgery? Unfortunately, I am the only person in the city allowed to style a cane, so we must solve this problem before it's too late." He gave a smile. Everything would be fine, Edward repeated to himself, Everything will be fine.
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Nina Stenet
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Post by Nina Stenet on Nov 4, 2011 19:32:33 GMT -5
Nina's brow furrows just slightly at Edward's comments about his doctor. She's certain that anyone that Edward would ask to take care of her is wonderful. After all, she's had plenty of time to look over the results of the first surgery - when you're able to literally peer inside yourself and some unknown person did surgery on you while you were unconscious, you wouldn't want to resist looking even if you were capable of doing that. And while she can't know whether or not this is the same one, it stands to reason that if Edward has more than one doctor then one wouldn't be significantly worse than the other. And whoever saved her life obviously didn't do so by accident, even when the scar tissue is looked at microscopically.
But the quality of the doctor is hardly the point in this case. Though before she has a chance to figure out the best way to explain why, they're arriving and Edward is exiting the car. She sighs to herself as the two men talk about her in front of her without talking to her. Instead she gets a flashlight in her eyes, followed by more talking and a quick goodbye. She'd be bothered by that if it wasn't another drop in the ocean of things to complain about today.
On the other hand, what Edward says as he holds out his hand actually causes a faint smile to briefly appear. Even though she's frankly feeling rather miserable at the moment, she has to appreciate a joke on a similar vein to the one she already made. But rather than commenting on that, as she takes his hand she quietly comments, "If you replace a part of me with something fake and anything ever happens to it again, then I probably won't be able to fix it myself. And I can fix a shattered kneecap with my power - definitely mobile in two weeks." Maybe at this point she should just give up on the idea that he will ever figure out that assuming that he knows what she needs without asking her isn't a good idea, especially when she makes a comment that should tip him off that there's a factor involved he doesn't know everything about.
"Pain, though? No problem. That nerve won't work again until I fix it," she adds, because at least he got that part right. "Oh - mind if I keep the bullets when he takes them out?" she adds rather randomly, the thought suddenly occurring to her that it may be a good idea.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2011 22:36:56 GMT -5
Could he even be surprise anymore in Nina's abilities to find a flaw in whatever he said? He was too exhausted to care. He was numb to his irritation and anger. He was numb to feeling anything. His worry that had consumed him when she first called had slowly dwindled to his natural sociopathic tendency of holding no empathy at all. "I wish you would have mentioned that before he got in the car," he said with a monotone voice, as he notice the car drive off. "But you can have that argument with him when he comes back. He is quite stubborn. It is how he has managed to work with me," he said, as he wrapped her arm over his shoulders so she could the proper weight on him.
He walked towards the warehouse door that Allen was opening. The second comment made his lips twitch in the barest of smirks. "I am certain he won't mind you keeping a souvenir," he answered. He was glad he still had his lollipop in his mouth because it was helping him focusing away from the pain as he walked with her in hand. Amazingly enough, the only thing the numbing feeling wouldn't conquer was the pain in his leg. They entered the warehouse that had become a bit more crowded with the evasion of his other hideouts. Luckily he had some warning and was able to collect some of his precious stolen artwork. He brought her over to a couch that was surrounded by paintings. He slowly brought her down.
"I have a phone conference I have to meet in less than," he pulled out his phone," an hour. I also have to collect some information before it. Will you be okay?" he asked, looking down at her. He wanted to get away from the strange tension, but he also wanted to calm his stress over his plan. He leaned down and kissed the top of her forehead in a caring way. "Allen is going to set up the room. When Leam gets back all come join," he stated before heading towards his personal office.
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Nina Stenet
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Post by Nina Stenet on Nov 4, 2011 23:30:18 GMT -5
The retort to his statement comes too easily to mind: 'I wish you would have talked with me about having surgery instead of about me having surgery.' But she doesn't voice it because she doesn't want to get into anything with him right now and it'd be pointless since Dr. Leam was so quick to depart. But even in her present state of mind, she'll be happy to be the one to tackle the problem of convincing the stubborn doctor not to replace her kneecap. She's pretty stubborn herself - that's how she has managed to work with Edward, after all.
Instead of that, she focuses her attention on the problem of getting out of the car and inside. Even with Edward's help she has a hard time of it, because now not only is she down a leg but apparently trying to move makes her headache worse - is there anything that doesn't make her headache worse? And just when she thought that it was starting to ease off too! The bumps, bruises, and scrapes from jumping out of the car aren't pleasant either. Almost to distract herself, she asks, "I can't think of any better memento for today, can you?" Not that she'll ever need anything to remind her. This is one of those days so terrible that she'll probably never forget it as long as she lives.
Focused on keeping her one good leg moving, she doesn't really notice the change to the warehouse until they reach the couch and therefore the end of her need to move. Which means that the first thing she notices are the paintings by the couch. Hey, isn't that one from his apartment? That's actually vaguely comforting in a way. She may have many good and bad memories of that place, but the ones she remembers most are good so she has a vague feeling of sadness knowing that the FBI have it now. But at least they didn't get everything.
She sighs in some relief as she lowers herself onto the couch with Edward's help. Not having to move is definitely a good thing at the moment. Maybe she should try using her gift to take away more of the pain? Nah, it's actually more or less tolerable while she's able to rest, and she's guessing her gift would be a bit shaky with her head still a little fuzzy. Shaky and messing with your brain are not a good combination outside of an emergency.
"I'll be fine," she replies, knowing that the best thing for her at the moment is to sit and do nothing so that she'll be as rested as possible for the surgery. And the argument with the surgeon that will occur directly before that. And calling her mother after that will be no picnic either. Nevertheless, the corners of her mouth turn up just a little when Edward kisses her forehead as if by reflex. At least there's something about today that isn't terrible.
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