STORM RICHARDSON
Chimera
SKINWALKER-WEREFOX
Posts: 144
Status:
Single
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Seasalt
Last seen May 2, 2024 22:39:35 GMT
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Post by STORM RICHARDSON on Sept 3, 2021 1:27:54 GMT
Storm Richardson Storm was out cold, while his breathing was slow and gasping for the air which was entering his body. He was resting which was something he never had before, not in a long time. He didn't know it was the hunter protecting him, something he never had before. There was no one who was willing to show him they cared and loved him dearly more. Was it his guardian angel which his mother told him about? He didn't know or even believed it anymore.
He slowly lifted his head up briefly as he was in the truck. His brown eyes were watching things but they were blurry. He tried to move, but he just fell to the side as he was still weak from the wire. Already his body started to heal the wound and his mouth was healing. Storm really didn't want to go back to town, but he couldn't fight anymore. He just lost the spark and will to do this. With this mood he wasn't allowing himself to heal.
Storm lied back to his side as he just watched everything flash passed. Storm was a killer, he murdered his father. Why would the hunter keep him alive for that. He wasn't sure how far he was for the vet office, but he didn't care. He was broken. Nothing to live for. His mother was dead, well that's what he was told. He was an orphan, which was his fault. He didn't know why he went aggressive that day, it was something he wasn't sure about or why.
Storm felt the vehicle stopping but even though he could have tried to run and slip out, he had no passion to do it. He remained motionless as he felt himself being lifted in the air, his angels holding him now. The blood was still weeping from his wounds as he refused to allow himself to heal, he had given up. He can hear barking from the dogs, meowing for cats and chatting from people.
Storm didn't know he had a job here anymore, could he be trusted? He just didn't fully know. He felt himself being lowered as he just stayed on the table, as he didn't care he lived or died. He was going to get punished for what he did no matter where he ended up. All he did knew was that he never see his mother again, ever
Tagged: RHIANNON GREY and CHRIS ARGENT
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RHIANNON GREY
Psychic
Posts: 93
Age:
48
Occupation:
Vet/Owner of Animal Shelter
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen May 1, 2024 19:26:10 GMT
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Post by RHIANNON GREY on Sept 24, 2021 21:25:05 GMT
Her hand set on Mrs. Jackson’s back, Rhiannon guided the old woman out of the treatment room. The wicker basket dangled from her other hand, Fred Flintstone, the cantankerous old Maine Coone who ruled the woman’s house of ten cats and two humans like the incarnation of Henry VIII giving a low yowl of disgust as he was carried out into the waiting room. Mrs. Jackson’s nephew stood, eyeing the basket warily as Rhiannon went to hand it over. ”They’re both fine,” she promised him. ”It seems like Fred’s just a little less happy about his new diet than we thought he might be. You just need to be firm, no more table scraps Mrs. Jackson.” The old woman gave her a beatific smile that Rhiannon knew covered up a stubbornness that matched the cat’s.
Shaking her head as the old woman, her grandson and the furry menace headed for the door, it was obvious to just about everybody in the place that Fred would be back on the table at dinner time, straining his kidneys with the lion’s share of the old woman’s dinner. Both of them ending up bags of bones for different but equally depressing reasons.
Rhiannon slipped around the reception desk, brows drawing together as she brought up Fred’s file to enter the meds she’d increased today and the injection of them she’d given him to try and give him a boost. Another appointment made, slipped into her calendar for a month’s time to hopefully see some improvement.
She shut his file down, picked up the next from the rack that had been left for them this afternoon. She had Scott and Kari working together in the second exam room, the raft of appointments too much for them to be keeping just a single one going. Red brows furrowed faintly as she noted the new client’s name – and the Shih Tzu’s details. Aero. Possible ear mites. Rhiannon went to round the counter, the file propped against her hip, already searching the crowded space for the dog. She’d just locked her eyes with his young owner when the door opened again and an older man was rushing in with a fox in his arms.
Emaciated, bleeding. The sort of animal most wouldn’t have approached in the woods for fear of attack in Mystic Falls. Audible gasps were already going up from the people waiting but Rhiannon made a beeline straight for the guy. His brows were hitching, something rolling out from his mind like he was practically shoving it in her face. Glimpses of a blonde boy out in the woods, bruises on his skin, a snare caught around him. Not …
”We need to jump the line.” No room for argument in the man’s voice as lifted his chin towards the exam room.
Her breath coming short as she tried to piece together what she had seen in his mind and the kid who’d disappeared out of her life after he’d come back here to say goodbye, Rhiannon led the way. ”Put him down on the table,” she ordered as soon as the door was shut behind them. ”What happened in the woods? How did …?” Her heart ached for Storm as the fox was set down. Limp, its breathing ragged as it struggled for air. No fight seemingly left in the animal. ”I’ve got you now, Storm,” she promised softly, her fingers gentle as they brushed over the animal’s back. When she looked back up at the man, already gesturing to the tray of gauze pads beside him, her eyes had softened. ”Who are you? How did you know?” Somehow he had to have realised she knew of the world that hid beneath this one in a way. That Storm had trusted her before and that she had an open mind to work out whatever the hell had happened to one of the kids who’d worked for her.
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CHRIS ARGENT
Hunter
Posts: 157
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 16, 2024 18:41:04 GMT
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Post by CHRIS ARGENT on Oct 10, 2021 20:24:02 GMT
He’d been checking on the fox every few seconds as he’d driven. His men hadn’t questioned him as he’d hustled towards his truck with the animal in his arms, knowing better than to pry. Chris had deposited storm on the passenger seat. The animal was out cold, its breathing as ragged as it had been when he’d cut it loose from the trap Storm had stumbled right into. Anxious glances away from the road, his foot riding hard on the accelerator even as he’d assured himself that storm was still breathing. Twice, as he’d driven steady on a straight through the woods, his hand had found its way to the foxes side, a reassuring brush of it over the animal’s side.
Something unknotted in his gut as he reached town. Dr. Grey wasn’t Deaton, he couldn’t walk straight in without explanation, trusting that the vet would instantly pick up on what had happened but Grey had been Storm’s boss, was still Scott’s boss. If she wasn’t aware of the supernatural then between her employees and this town she would be soon. There was no avoiding it.
Chris went with instinct, gathering Storm up, shouldering the truck door open, then the office door. Eyes turned on him, animals beginning to react to the shifter in their midst with low growls and the scrabble of claws on tile as they pressed back against their owners. The redhead was already turning towards him, taking in the situation in a way that let him know he’d done the right thing.
Quietly, without that sharp demand he’d have employed with Deaton, Chris urged her to get them out of the waiting room. An emergency. He knew she’d see it that way too as soon as they got out of the private space and he was able to explain. Chris ignored the looks he was getting, hustling into the exam room ahead of Dr. Grey. She pushed the door shut behind them rapidly. ”I found him in the woods,” he told her. It seemed like he needn’t have bothered though. Dr. Grey was plucking details seemingly out of the air in a way that had his eyes narrowing at her. ”You saw what happened… Psychic?” No messing with it. He wasn’t about to out himself as a hunter, not yet.
He watched as she immediately went to work, nodding him to as well. Chris stripped off his jacket, tossed it aside as Dr. Grey stroked her hand over Storm’s back. ”Chris Argent. I was working with the police, trying to find a missing girl out in the woods. I found Storm there before, after he ran from his dad. This time I found him again and it was pretty obvious he was in a bad way. He wouldn’t turn back, wouldn’t come with me. He ran, found a snare somebody had put up.” Storm had run because of him, perhaps if he hadn’t the fox would’ve merely retreated to its den, waited him out. There’d be guilt over that later.
Rounding to the head of the table, Chris crouched slightly as he pressed the gauze to the fox’s cut neck. He saw Rhiannon on the other side, preparing an IV to go into the animal’s foreleg. Chris’ other hand settled on the fox’s head, a connection to try and draw the kid back. ”You’re somewhere safe now, Storm. You need to turn back, let the doctor help you. You stay like this and you’re not going to make it.” He heard the doctor suck in a breath above him, saw her press a hand to the fox’s side like she could will life back into him. ”I need you to come back Storm. Now.” He asked before but now there was steel in his tone. If the kid had any chance, it was here.
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STORM RICHARDSON
Chimera
SKINWALKER-WEREFOX
Posts: 144
Status:
Single
Played by:
Seasalt
Last seen May 2, 2024 22:39:35 GMT
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Post by STORM RICHARDSON on Oct 12, 2021 1:00:59 GMT
Storm Richardson Storm remained motionless. Every sound was annoying and he hated it. But he can feel the touch from his former boss hitting his fur. Still all his movements were his breathing reflex trying to gasp for air until it stopped. He was in his mind and was safe in there and he didn't want to return back to the real world. Everything in his mind was safe and content. No pain existed here. He found someone to play with and it was fun.
Then a familiar voice was heard and he was happy. It was his mother and he ran to her. While he was doing this, his legs were acting the motion of what he was doing, his nails were catching his hind legs scratching them. Finally stopped as in his mind he was by his mum and held her closely. mum I have missed you so much, why did you have to leave me. What happened to you. Please don't don't go again. I want you to stay with me please he begged and cried as he hugged his mum tightly.
I am always with you my son. You know that deeply in your heart. We would reunite one day just like I told you. You just need to hold onto it. You have nothing to fear. You need to get on with your life and enjoy it. No more running away from your problems now. You must face them head on, you can't hide from them forever Storm heard another sound calling him. It was the hunter, but he kept on resisting it.
I can't do that. I killed my father, now mum, I am a murderer. There are hunters. They would kill me, I would spill human blood. It's no longer safe for me, I have nowhere to go. Being here I am safe, I don't want to leave . He was getting more scared as the early morning was crumbling and it was getting dark, very dark. He heard that word again turn back, or you die storm was fighting against it. But his world was tearing apart, and there was nothing left for him
Storm was resisting as much as he could. But being weak he wasn't able to hold the form much longer and he had no choice but to turn back. His body was in the skin of the moment of his birth and you can see his poor state more in his human form. Slowly he started to open his eyes and he blinked a few times as he was trying to get his vision clear and where he was.
He slowly started to sit even though he was cold as his teeth were chatting more. He didn't want to be here. But he had no strength to fight against it anymore. His eyes noticed the iv solution and he didn't want that in him as he hated needles. He didn't make a sound, but his body language was suggesting he was thinking of bolting, even though he wouldn't get far. He didn't see his mother's shirt which was back in the woods and he was starting to get agitated and was focusing on what to get that back.
Not caring he had no strength to make the journey he wanted to get back. He jumped down from the table, he fell onto the floor as his legs buckled underneath him as he couldn't hold his own weight. Using whatever was nearer to him he pulled himself back up. Leaning against this object he walked trying to get to the door, but doing so he needed to pass Chris. As he left the support for a moment he lost his balance and was going to fall again to the floor. Even though he hated it he had no strength to leave and needed to stay and accept the help
RHIANNON GREY and CHRIS ARGENT (Left open who and if anyone caught him)
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RHIANNON GREY
Psychic
Posts: 93
Age:
48
Occupation:
Vet/Owner of Animal Shelter
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen May 1, 2024 19:26:10 GMT
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Post by RHIANNON GREY on Nov 23, 2021 20:22:51 GMT
She’d seen animals die. You could work for hours, until your fingers were numb and you’d exhausted everything you’d ever learned but sometimes they died anyway. Some let go, their will to fight drifting away even when she’d tried to hold onto it. They were the worst, the ones that stuck with her, even if she hadn’t let the animal see it. Heart broken on the inside she had tried to give them comfort and peace in those last moments, making sure they weren’t in any pain even if she knew she would be later. Holding her own dog tight, her lifeline in all of this.
Rhiannon could almost feel Storm slipping away the same way now. She could help heal his wounds, give him the care he needed, but if the will wasn’t there?
He was still, so still while the man who’d brought him in shot a question back at her. Rhiannon pinched her lips together, looking up at him while her fingers continued to stroke over Storm’s head lightly. There was no malice rolling from him, not now. ”I am. I don’t need to be one to see what happened to him though.” Or that Storm had a reason for killing his father and running. He would have had a place here, someone to support him but she understood his need to run and hide too. Only now it had brought Storm back here anyway.
She listened as the man introduced himself, telling her about how he’d found Storm in the woods. Someone sympathetic at least, speaking to Storm as though he cared as she started the IV that would give Storm the fluids he needed. ”Please,” she said softly, bending low to the still form on the examination table. She had the needle braced against Storm’s foreleg, fingers gripping lightly when the fur began to melt away. God.
Rearing back, Rhiannon sent the instrument tray clattering to the tile as Storm changed back to how he’d looked the last time she’d seen him – almost. He was emaciated, ribs showing clearly through his dirty skin. Hair longer, wild. He sat there on the edge of the table, eyeing the needle she’d set out. ”Storm?” she tried softly. She reached out to set a hand on his shoulder, tears burning the back of her eyes, but Storm was hopping down. How he didn’t fall immediately was beyond her, he looked awful. He went down though, leaving her rushing towards him as he hauled himself up.
Chris was on one side of him, her on the other. Rhiannon held her hands out like she wouldn’t done with an unfamiliar dog, fingers curled in towards her palms as she tried to meet his eye. ”Storm, you’re safe now. You need to stay and let us take care of you. Let me take care of you, OK?” Chris shifted his weight, as though he’d stop Storm by force if necessary but her one time employee was already falling. Cursing under her breath, Rhiannon tried to stop him going down. She softened the fall but Storm still hit the tile. ”We need to get him up,” she told Chris brusquely. He grabbed a sheet from the stack at the side of the table, wrapped it around Storm before he picked him up. Easy, too easy, Rhiannon thought heavily as the boy was set back on the examination table. This time her hand found Storm’s hair, brushing it back from his face. ”I’m going to take care of you now, Storm. You need to stay with me. Hold on.” She glanced up to see Chris already stripping his jacket off, draping it over the boy’s thin form. Perhaps this was harder somehow, treating someone capable of trying to walk out, but at least Storm could talk to them now and she was desperate to hear his voice again, even if it was to argue with her.
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CHRIS ARGENT
Hunter
Posts: 157
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 16, 2024 18:41:04 GMT
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Post by CHRIS ARGENT on Dec 18, 2021 17:23:53 GMT
So the boss was a psychic. Not a druid like Deaton had been but close enough that this didn’t seem to be coming as an absolute shock to her. She was still function, tossing questions and answers at him in equal measure. Chris’ mouth pinched as tight as hers did as she told him she didn’t have to be a psychic to work out what had happened to the boy. Dirty, emaciated, wounded, it was all right there on the table. Gerard would’ve called it pathetic but this was a kid – like Isaac Lahey – who had survived a brutal situation by being something else. Without it, Storm wouldn’t have survived.
Later he’d talk with her about it, see what he could do to weave her into the network of supernaturals they had in this town. For now Chris’ fingers stroked over the fox’s head, a distraction, as the vet went to put in an IV but before it was in the change was happening and it wasn’t the fox rising on the table but the fox instead.
While she reached for him Chris backed up, hands up, not touching, but hovering there at Storm’s left side. He met Rhiannon’s eye, shook his head slightly but she was already reaching for him again, trying to talk him down the same way you might a scared animal. ”Settle back Storm,” Chris tried quietly. ”Nobody’s gonna hurt you here. Let the doc patch you up, son.” He might’ve been beyond hearing though. That bare form crumpled to the ground like a puppet with his strings cut. He’d made a grab for him but Chris found him on his knees beside that hunkered form instead of bracing him upright.
Grabbing for a sheet, Chris wrapped it around the boy as though that would shield everything out. It took a grunt of effort but he was lifting the boy, setting him down on the table. The cold of it brushed against the back of his knuckles, had him adjusting that sheet to try and get it between Storm’s bare skin and that bare metal. ”Listen to the doc, OK?” he coached gently. There’d still been no response from Storm. The kid was like an automaton, moving like he’d been wound up to but with no real life behind those sunken eyes and no voice emerging from him.
Chris stripped off his coat, adding it on top of the thin sheet before he drew up a stool in front of storm so that he had no chance of trying to bolt across the floor, if he even had the strength to do it. The doc was shifting around behind the table again, prepping a different needle again, reaching for Storm’s arm to try and ease the needle into it. It didn’t matter if he was a real boy or a wolf he still needed fluids. After months out in those woods he was clearly struggling and needed the hydration of the IV. ”You don’t have to run again, Storm. Dr. Grey’s right, you’re somewhere safe. I brought you here because I thought you might be. You think you can find your voice for me? Tell us you’re doing alright. It might put the doctor’s mind at rest.” His too, he wasn’t exactly relaxed here. There’d been some relief when Storm had turned back but the knots that had tightened in his gut as he’d raced to the vet’s office weren’t gone yet, they wouldn’t be until he knew that Storm was settled … in his human form.
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STORM RICHARDSON
Chimera
SKINWALKER-WEREFOX
Posts: 144
Status:
Single
Played by:
Seasalt
Last seen May 2, 2024 22:39:35 GMT
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Post by STORM RICHARDSON on Jan 5, 2022 3:57:56 GMT
| Storm was completely terrified. Not with his own safety, but hurting them. He was on the doubles team and he kept his eye on both of them. Looking at the hunter and then Rhiannon. His eyes were white as the fear was holding his mind. His heart was racing, like he was running for three miles without stopping. He knew he was in trouble. He killed a human, still not sure what caused that aggression as he never lost control before.
But she remembered being held in the air by someone. Someone who told him he was his and to do what he wanted. If that meant kill he would kill. Hearing about his latest kill he was happy and even threatened to kill him if he didn't snap out of his recent condition. Soon he was able to, Storm ran and that when he bumped into the hunter.
Storm just stared at Chris not blinking as he noticed he was stopping him getting out of the bed. He was shivering as he couldn't regulate his body temperature after living as a fox for so long. He saw the needle coming close to his arm. His fear was strong, and he snapped attempting to bite and scratch as he pulled his arm away as felt completely trapped. He might not be in his animal form anymore, but he still growled as warning to not touching him.
《1》Nedrįsk manęs liesti!!! Aš tiesiog noriu likti vienas. Aš nenoriu ir man nereikia tavo pagalbos! he spat out in his native tongue which he had never spoken out in a long time. Storm attempted to try and shift again, but his body was too weak to transform again. He might be weak but he was in complete flight mode as he didn't want to fight, but he was forced to fight.
Storm kept his guard up as he heard Rhiannon voice ”Storm, you’re safe now. You need to stay and let us take care of you. Let me take care of you, OK?” no he can't stay here. Too many people for him. He shook his head 《2》Ne, aš negaliu čia likti. Čia per daug žmonių. Aš esu žudikas his tone was a little softer but not much as he was trying to trick them, so he could slip through the gap.
《3》Jokių adatų!!!! Aš noriu būti su mama! He screamed out from the top of his lungs as he attempted again to try to slip past the hunter. If he was grabbed he will bite, even though his wasn't able to transmit the bite, it still hurt and showing them he isn't going to accept the help and treatment easily, and showing how feral he have become
《1》 Don't you dare touch me !!! I just want to be left alone. I don’t want to and I don’t need your help! 《2》 No, I can't stay here. Too many people here. I'm a killer 《3》 No needles !!!! I want to be with mom!
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BRY of W&&R and CAUTION
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RHIANNON GREY
Psychic
Posts: 93
Age:
48
Occupation:
Vet/Owner of Animal Shelter
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen May 1, 2024 19:26:10 GMT
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Post by RHIANNON GREY on Jan 15, 2022 19:41:04 GMT
Storm being out would’ve let her treat him easier but the silence and stillness of the fox on the table had been terrifying. Her eyes had ticked from the emaciated animal, up to the man and back down again, as she’d tried to treat for him but the moment Storm had woken up Rhiannon’s attention had shot straight to him. He was in awful shape, the protuberance of bone against his skin almost painful, worse somehow when he’d ended up tumbling down onto the cold tile as he’d tried to walk away from them. ”Storm!” There was panic in her voice, leaving her heart hammering away in her chest. Chris was already shifting into action, her own reactions too far behind.
She would’ve been the one charging forward usually, not frozen like she was now. Emotions seemed to roll off of Storm, a grief thick under the choking layer of fear and it was as though she couldn’t tear away the blanket of any of it no matter how hard she tried to bring that wall slamming back down to cut her off from it all.
Chris had the sheet around him as Rhiannon shook out another, easing it under the thin form that was being placed back on the table. Rhiannon turned away, tearing through the drawers until she found a sealed pack with a blanket in. They used them in the kennels to pad the space out for the animals and offer warmth. Right now it seemed as though Storm needed it. Her hand shook slightly, brushing matted hair away from Storm’s face as he stared up at Chris. ”Storm?” she tried again, hand slipping down to rub his bare arm like she could will heat back into his flesh.
As if he didn’t even see her Storm snapped at Chris. A language she couldn’t understand started to spill out of him in a tone she hadn’t heard from him before. He was still fighting them. Rhiannon shook her head fiercely as her throat went thick. She looked up at Chris but he was shaking his head back. No clue what the boy was saying.
It was a risk but she had to do it. As Chris pressed his coat tighter around Storm Rhiannon leaned in. A hand on his chin, trying to pull his attention around to her. A bite was going to hurt like hell, and she’d have to get shots to try and avoid whatever he might’ve picked up out in those woods but there seemed no other way to break through whatever shell he’d thrown up around himself.
Rhiannon patted his cheek, gently at first but then harder, trying to snap him out of this. Her heart was in her throat, her other hand coming around to shake fiercely at his shoulder. She could sedate him, force an IV into him that she might be able to use to keep him under but that was a sort of brutality she didn’t want to use here. ”Storm, it’s Rhiannon, please don’t make me do this. I’m not losing you and I don’t want to hurt you to try.” Her teeth gritted, her eyes squeezing shut for a moment as she tried to push back the nauseating waves of emotion that rolled off of him like a noxious cloud. ”Storm! Stop it now! Stop it and snap out of this.” She gripped his shoulder tight. So skinny now, not even a teenager’s rangy build, it was a hollowness instead that left the body she was shaking to try and bring around feeling like a bird’s wing under her hand. So light and fragile enough that it felt like a snap in the wrong way would leave it broken forever.
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CHRIS ARGENT
Hunter
Posts: 157
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 16, 2024 18:41:04 GMT
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Post by CHRIS ARGENT on Feb 17, 2022 19:12:43 GMT
He wouldn’t have given the kid credit for having that much strength in him. The whole way to the clinic he’d laid limp next to him on the seat, looking like he wasn’t going to make it to the clinic, let alone off of the table. It had seemed like Storm had given up. Animals did that sometimes. They saw the end was coming or lost their reason to live – like a mother – and simple gave in. Death might come slowly for them but it would come in the end. Chris couldn’t see him hovering but until Storm had thrown himself off the table it had felt like he might be right there in the shadows, just waiting for the inevitable.
The fight was back now, strength that had somehow been mustered up from that feeble body flailing out as the doc approached him with an IV for the fluids he obviously needed. Chris didn’t want to physically restrain Storm for it but when the alternative was the kid hurting himself further while he fought them, he had to do it. He clamped hands on Storm’s elbows, trying to ease him down on the table. The doc needed him steady to get the needle in but Storm was doing everything possible to ignore it.
Teeth gritted, Chris pressed down harder, rising up off of the stool he’d sat down on. That had to be adding to the fear but containment was the only important thing now. ”Storm, we don’t understand you,” he growled out. ”You need to stop and listen. Now!” There was a hard edge to his voice, a verbal slap to try and cut through whatever was going on in Storm’s head. He didn’t want to think that it was going to take more than that but something had to work. The kid had been through enough, he wasn’t about to let him go through worse now.
Rhiannon was being soft with him. A hand on his cheek, slowly heavier pats against that grubby skin but she grabbed his shoulder and shook him. Chris shook his head at her. It was too late for that now. Sedation seemed like it might be their only way and even then, who knew how long the medication would actually last. Shifters of any kind had accelerated healing. Alcohol and medications might as well have been water and sugar pills for all the effect they had. Storm was weak, his body struggling to heal the damage already done, unable to shift, although he imagined the kid would want to. ”We’re doing this for your own good. The shot’s gonna ease the panic, it’ll make you feel better.” By drugging him to the point where he was basically out of it and they could start to patch him up. Dealing with the mental damage was going to have to wait.
With a nod, Chris encouraged the doc to start. Storm snapped then, pulling his arm back, nearly latching teeth into his hand. Chris hollered but he didn’t let go. He ignored the growls and the words spilling out in some sort of European language – he was sure Atlas had said where they were from but it was beyond him now – grabbing Storm’s wrist and pressing the arm to the metal table. Rhiannon was shaking but she pressed the needle to Storm’s skin, began injecting the fluid that might not change things at all. ”Atlas is in town, Storm, your cousin’s been looking for you. You get through this and I’ll call him OK?” Maybe it would be a relief for both of them. They sure as hell all needed it right now.
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STORM RICHARDSON
Chimera
SKINWALKER-WEREFOX
Posts: 144
Status:
Single
Played by:
Seasalt
Last seen May 2, 2024 22:39:35 GMT
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Post by STORM RICHARDSON on Feb 20, 2022 2:23:15 GMT
| This scene was bringing back memories. Memories which he thought were dreams. He was in this situation before. The crazy people in masks. But that was a nightmare, but he was restrained like this. Things were done to him, he didn't know what those were. But he had a nightmare version of his force on his back, arms were stretched out and tied down. He was in the dark too. One of his main fears. But needles were a major one, he hated needles. What Storm was seeing holding him down was something else. It was the monster in his dreams, the crazy guy in a mask. The tears were slowly falling down his cheek, as he turned his briefly as he was getting slapped. There was another one. Was he dreaming right now? He didn't know but he couldn't trust them, all he could manage was to scream loudly, crying out loud for help. Help to get away from the danger he was in
《1》Ne, prašau daugiau manęs neskaudinti. Kodėl tu taip su manimi elgiesi? he was desperate and terrified as he was pinned down. Even if he was in full strength he had no chance of beating the full grown man. He didn't have the strength to fight back. Then he heard the male mention doing something to him. To make him feel better, Storm briefly moved his head and noticed the needles. He didn't want them poking him with things and he tried his hardest to get arm free from the male's grip.
Storm didn't know why they were doing this to him. He expected there must be an easier way to kill him. Why were they torturing him. He couldn't call anyone for help, he was all alone. Even his mum wasn't here anymore. 《2》 Prašau be adatų, aš nenoriu adatos. Prašau, paleisk mane, aš nieko nesakysiu. Niekam apie tave nesakyčiau. Tiesiog paleisk mane he tried the final plea as the tears were falling more as he was very fearful on what's going on and was really scared.
But it was no good. He felt a scratch in his arm and he tried to get it from them. His legs started to kick out trying to hit either of them so he can get them off guard and possibly escape. He tried to bite again as a defensive action. But he was starting to feel really strange. Everything was starting to get blurry but his alderine was really high so he started to fight whatever was in his system. He didn't have strength to hold them off. His body was too weak to heal the things from his system.
The blinking was getting droopy more every time he took a blink. Tears were still falling, as he looked directly at Rhiannon, he was about to talk to her but he couldn't get anything out, but his trust in her was broken as he didn't think she would do this to him. He hated them both, by bringing back something he hated and frightening him more.
Even though he was out cold he was still fighting with his Demons inside his mind. Due to the things he wasn't able to wake up when he wanted to. He breathed fast as spoke out with his dream of being dumped into the woods with blood on his shirt but there was no wound on his side. Then it suddenly shift of his placing a tracker chip in his neck so he was able torture him with electric shock.
His eyes started to flicker of the night he murdered his father. The memory he couldn't erase from his mind no matter how much he tried. It was a full moon that night. Storm changed into something else that night, more feral than usual. He killed his father as he didn't want to be punished anymore. He saw what he did, and blocking it out he ran before the police came and he vowed to himself to never return to town again.
The things kept him sleeping but Storm wasn't having nice ones even though his body needed to rest. He mumbled, flickering his eyes trying to wake up as he didn't want to rest. He didn't want to sleep. He didn't want his nightmares looping over and over again, it was like his personal hell to be tortured for the sins he created
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1, No, please don't hurt me anymore. Why are you treating me like this? 2, Please, no needles, I don't want needles. Please release me, I will not say anything. I wouldn't tell anyone about you. Just release me
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RHIANNON GREY
Psychic
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Post by RHIANNON GREY on Feb 25, 2022 22:07:34 GMT
Rhiannon flinched as Storm started to scream again. She saw Chris’ eyes cut to the treatment room door, like he was worried about what was carrying through it to the waiting room outside. People had seen an animal brought in, a human’s screams in a language neither one of them truly understood the meaning of was going to spark questions and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to answer them if the police turned up. They needed to get Storm calmed down, settled, so she could go out there and close up shop for the day. Even if Scott or her other staff came in, it wouldn’t work. People coming in and out of her were going to keep everything on edge, including her.
Her ability to keep herself out of other people’s heads was already stretched thin. She caught glimpses of an emaciated fox out in the woods, snapping teeth into the man’s ankle to try and keep him at bay, flashes of another table, doctors with instruments and a fear that had her flinching as those unintelligible words slipped from Storm’s mouth again.
He struggled against Chris’ hold but he couldn’t break it. Rhiannon nodded to him, grateful as he kept Storm from tearing his way free again. Tears were streaming down Storm’s face but while he was like this they wouldn’t stop. Her hand came up, brushing them from his face gently. ”I’m sorry Storm, we have to do this. It’s just fluids, it’ll have you feeling better soon. I promise.” Not a lie. He would, she hoped, the fluids would give him back some much needed nourishment, and the sedative she drew up from a bottle would give him some peace for a few minutes at least. Maybe by the time he came around again whatever he was seeing in his own head, the nightmare would have eased.
Rhiannon slid the needle into Storm’s arm. Her hands shook slightly but Chris’ eyes met hers as she went to tape it heavily in place and he nodded. A reassurance that this was the right thing. Apologies could, and would come later. An IV bag was hooked up at the corner of the table, normal saline running into it. The fight that had Storm’s teeth still snapping and his legs kicking in a way that had her flinching away as she reached for the bottle of sedative. ”This is gonna help you sleep for a little while Storm, when you wake up you’re going to feel better. You’re safe now. I promise.” It was a higher dose than she usually gave but whatever Storm was … he was strong and supernaturals, the word left her shivering slightly, supposedly had higher healing than most. She injected it into the IV bag.
The man slowly eased his grip as Storm seemed to relax, drawing up a stool next to the table to sit. Rhiannon set the bottle of tranquiliser down on her desk with a small thud. ”Clear the waiting room out,” Chris told her lightly, ”I’ll stay with him.” Maybe he was a mind reader too, she thought.
Rhiannon bent over the table, brushing Storm’s tears away again. She pressed her lips to his forehead, a gesture her own mother had used on her when she’d wake screaming and crying, remembering the way her arm had snapped in that man’s grip. ”I’ll be right back, I’m not going anywhere, Storm, I promise.” Her hand found Chris’ as she walked back, squeezing lightly, then she was out in the waiting room, full of apologies and promising she would get them all replacement appointments for later in the week.
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