entrancelogs | (no subject)

Who: Riley and OPEN. With a bonus plotted out thread.
Where: ~Around~.
When: Beginning of the event.
Rating: PGish? It won't get to be more than PG-14 at best probably, will update if it somehow goes over that!
Summary: Mutant shenanigans. And also the story of how three teenage mutants discovered a hurt human.
The Story:
ONE
[So! Riley likes spending her time outside. Anywhere she can sit and draw, she'll take it. That's why she's here and there and anywhere, doodling away in her sketchbook. All in all, it seems like a pretty normal scenario... up until a purple cat leaps out of the sketchbook and takes its place beside her. Sometimes, though, it takes off—and that causes her to pack up immediately and follow after it.]

Hey—Hey, wait up! I can't pet you or anything if you run off!

[And she's not actually watching where she's going, so it's entirely possible she could be crashing into you.]

TWO [Closed to Kanji, Sam, and Maya]
[Sometime after school, or whatever they happened to be doing at time, someone had the bright idea to go exploring in the industrial district. What could go wrong? Riley was mildly distressed about the idea of it, she wasn't the best with doing things they probably shouldn't be doing, she didn't want to get in trouble. She was really bad at lying, and if anyone asked her later she wouldn't really know what to say. But after some moments of consideration, she agreed. Sometimes you just have to live dangerously! Probably! Also Maya was there and so was Kanji and that was a good thing.

She peers around, squinting a bit as she takes in their surroundings.]

Soooooo. It definitely looks like a place that we probably shouldn't be.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[She's still mostly peering out from behind Kanji as she watches the scene unfold.]

He's just a guy... um. [And then, in a louder voice so that Sam can definitely understand her:] Yeah, it's just my cat! Don't worry about her, she's really, really nice!

[ He isn't sure whether or not he believes them, and... truthfully, it doesn't matter. His head is swimming, now, and he can barely pay attention to the kids (possible mutants), let alone the purple cat. ]

I'm not- [ Again, Sam sways dangerously, then has no choice but to slip down against the wall, sitting with his eyes squeezed shut. There's a sort of a painful groan and he pinches the bridge of his nose. ] ... I think I need help.

[ To say the least. This might be the end. Dammit. If they really are mutants, there's no chance they'll give him aid of any kind. If he's lucky, they'll just leave him be. ]

I don't know what to...

[Oh he's bleeding. He's bleeding and he's hurt and how do you even deal with something like this.

Maya's solution is texting, apparently. She falls behind, busy with her phone.]

Guys, make sure it doesn't bite you, okay?

[For a moment, Kanji looks stunned that Maya has opted to text, but he nods as he proceeds to inch forward. If anyone is going to brave approaching this guy, it ought to be him.]

I don't think we gotta worry about that.

[Maybe weapons, if this human happens to be particularly anti-mutant, but biting seems a little too animal. He grimaces, holding a hand out the way you would to a strange dog before trying to approach, not wanting to make any sudden movements.]

H-hey. We can help you. Don't got any first aid stuff right here, but maybe we can help you get somewhere to get those injuries looked at? [He pauses, looking back over his shoulder.] Riley, can your cats get us some bandages or something? Gotta put pressure on this wound.

[She looks just as stunned as Kanji for a moment when Maya goes to pick up her phone, but she relaxes after a moment—purely because she trusts Maya, and whatever Maya's doing, it's more than likely her trying to get help or something.]

Um. Sure. [She kneels down to the cat that's there, patting it on the head.] Could you do me a favor? Could you get me some bandages? Something that could be used like that? [She's not sure how much the cat understood her, as it takes off, but she hopes. And she's pulling out her sketchbook again.]

I could draw something. It won't be as good as bandages, but it might help...

[ If they were going to hurt him more, Sam figures they'd have already done it. Though, they're not exactly bursting to aid him, which makes sense (though he does hear the phrase 'bandages' though the haze of his brain static. ]

You shouldn't be here. [ He mutters, though it's more true for himself than for them. With him human and them decidedly not. They have to know, right? Can't they tell? ] You don't have to...

[ Help. Though it's in contrast with his earlier request for aid.

It's difficult to think, let alone to form coherent thoughts. It'd be nice to just sit and close his eyes for a while, but-- no, can't do that. Stay awake. ]

You could also -- I don't know -- try drawing bandages? That's a thing that could happen.

[She mutters it mostly under her breath though, a few moments before looking away from her phone.]

Okay so Len says he can talk us through it but first he needs to know if it's from stabbing or guns. And I've never seen either but he says he'll be able to tell if we tell him where the bleeding's coming from?

[She pokes Kanji in the bicep. Time to put those guns to work, Muscles.]

You touch it.

Wasn't sure how well drawin' 'em would work. [He might have some trouble remembering the intricacies of other people's powers from time to time.] Give it a shot, Riley, see what you can come up with?

[Unfortunately, Kanji's ability to conduct and manipulate electricity is going to do exactly squat here, unless the guy ends up needing his heart jumpstarted. Kanji startles a little as Maya prods at him, rubbing that spot on his arm before nodding and inching closer.]

Alright, alright-- hey, where are you hurt? Can I see? Gonna need a closer look if we're gonna fix you up.

[Ugh, he'll touch it if he has to.]

I've never drawn anything but cats! [But that doesn't mean that she won't try, she's already starting to draw some bandages (or attempt to) but they pop out as purple squares of cloth instead of anything resembling a decent bandage... though she hopes it does the job anyway, it should be good enough until he gets medical attention? Hopefully.

And while Kanji is inspecting the guy, she starts to build up a supply of purple bandage-y squares.]

Okay. Okay, I have a bunch. It should be okay enough until we can get someone better at this stuff to look at him?

[ They'll need "someone better at this stuff." Sam is looking bad in general, but even as they try and come up with a plan, he's slipping farther from coherence and from consciousness. Kanji approaches and he stirs, looking vaguely troubled, but there isn't a lot he can do to keep himself upright or healthy. ]

I have to-- [ Ah, shit. Lights out. Sam's head touches the wall where he half-sits, collapsed, suffering from what may or may not be eventually revealed as a bit of a concussion. ]

Well that probably doesn't help.

[She's not freaked out by this shut up your FACE is freaked out by this.]

Okay. Okay. So. So he's bleeding right? So. So I don't know -- maybe it's under what it's wearing?

[She zips to Kanji's side, taking excessive photos to send to Len for advice.]

Edited 2016-09-01 13:05 (UTC)

Shit. Shit.

[Eloquence is never really Kanji's strong suit, especially not now.]

I can probably carry him if we gotta move him, at least, but-- dependin' on how bad he's hurt, that might not be a good idea.

[He grimaces, getting down on his knees so he can carefully pull Sam's jacket back to look for the site of the injury itself. He's much less hesitant to touch now that the human is unconscious.]

Here-- take a picture of this? Looks like he's cut deep; Len got anything to say about whether it's cool to move him or not?

[She's still there, probably making more bandages than necessary? But who knows, it's way better to be safe than sorry.]

It'd be better to get him somewhere safe. And warm. But that's only if we can...

[Maybe they can take him to her house? Her dad wouldn't argue, probably, but that's only if they can move him in the first place. And even then he'd probably be better off at a hospital or something.]

(no subject)

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

SORRY GUYS sob

NEVER APOLOGIZE YOU ARE LOVELY

no subject

no subject

feel free to time/place skip to get him to... somewhere else... if need be

Actually I changed the tag but not the subject line pretend I didn't say that thing about settings

no subject

no subject