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Post by onyxstar on May 21, 2005 18:09:28 GMT -5
NAME: Anya Swarovski
AGE: 23
RACE: American
OCCUPATION: Under-cover freedom fighter
APPEARANCE: 5’4, 110lbs, dark brown hair cut into a bob, green eyes, pallid skin, round, though attractive, face, and slim, athletic build.
CLOTHES: Light, thin cotton, pink tank top, ruffled around the edges, and light grey pants, fitted tightly to her thin frame. Her shoes are white tennis shoes, though it’s usually difficult to tell that, through the caked on mud.
WEAPONS: 9 inch semi-serrated combat knife, small trench knife, and a Luger semi-automatic pistol.
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Post by squll on May 21, 2005 22:18:03 GMT -5
ooc: g2g
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Post by onyxstar on May 22, 2005 2:55:05 GMT -5
Anya rushed down the small hallway, brushing past various 'medical personnel', and countless wounded. She eventually stopped, crouching beside a mortally wounded man, taking his hand within hers. Trying her best to disguise the tears upon her face, she bent over, whispering words into his ear, telling him useless lies, which he pretended to believe, for her sake. He had seen her here before- he had helped her before, stood by her side as she tended to the wounded, knowing he would one day be one of them. And now the day had come, and he only wished to spare her the pain, to make her think she was somehow making a difference. But then again, she was, in her own little way. She always did. Whispering a prayer for him- almost a lullaby -she closed her eyes, wishing that she was more qualified, a physician, even a nurse, not just trained in the little amount of first aid that she was.
Ooc: Looky looky Billy, I finally posted! Aren't you happy? *Unrestrained pride on face*
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Post by squll on May 22, 2005 13:15:53 GMT -5
Spike walked down the dark hall way. His boots giving a dull 'thud' everytime he took a step. His face was once again uncaring and unfeelings. But deep down he felt bad for all these men. Some of them he knew....some of them he had fought along side with, but none of that mattered any more, in the end all that mattered was the fact that you where still standing and alive. And Spike hated that fact...but it couldn't be avoided...He stop and watched Anya holding the poor man's hand. QUickly Spike looked away not being able to bear the scene any longer
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Post by onyxstar on May 22, 2005 14:11:00 GMT -5
"Spike!" Anya shouted in his direction, her quiet, soft voice now resounding through the concrete halls, its calmness and joy long gone. "Water, please!" was all she said, hoping to God that would somehow ease this man's passing, somehow cleanse all the sins, and wash away all his pain...
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Post by squll on May 22, 2005 14:14:16 GMT -5
"We got none" Spike said, His voice was was still dark and uncaring as if he cut himself away from his feelings. "There's nothing you or any one can do for him, he's good as dead and he knows that just as well as you, I, and every one in this room does. So don;t lie to him" Spike then turned around and started walking off the Screams of the soon to be dead echoing in his brain well after he got out of ear shot
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Post by onyxstar on May 22, 2005 14:44:46 GMT -5
"He is a heartless bastard, and he doesn't know what he's talking about. Don't listen to him..." Anya whispered, knowing her lies were cruelly ineffective, especially now.
The man looked up to her, staring softly into her misted emerald eyes, his own bloodshot and empty. "Don't worry... I'll be ok..." he mumbled, his speech slurred and incoherent, as he stopped occasionally to spit up blood. "I don't need lies anymore... I am rea-"
With that he drew his last breath, his head fell to the side, though his eyes remained staring painfully in her direction. She muttered a short prayer over him, closing his eyes and placing a nickel in each one. She then stood abruptly, her eyes shedding numberless tears, and threw off her gloves, leaving them on the blood-stained floor near the man she once knew.
With a new resolve she ran after Spike, anger flashing in her eyes. "What is your problem, damn it?! Can you not give a dying man a sliver of peace?! Can you not give me any?" she screamed at him, her hand placed roughly on his shoulder, demanding his attention.
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Post by squll on May 22, 2005 15:02:30 GMT -5
Spike's eyes locked with Anya's. "I wouldn't want to be lied to at my death bed, You should at least have given him the common curdisey of knowing what was going to happen." He shook his head sadly "I've seen alot of men, women, and even childern die. when you've seen as much as me it doesn't bother you after a while.....But your a good person, don't lose that" He patted her on the shoulder before breaking the grasp she had on his and walking the other way. Anya. Spike didn't know her that well, just knew she did some undercover work. He'd seen her a few other times......one of the nurces usally treated him talked abought her quite a bit. But what ever Spike didn't have time for these little games and shruged the thoughts off
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Post by onyxstar on May 22, 2005 15:14:23 GMT -5
"I've seen it all, too..." she muttered to herself, drying the tears from her face and walking back in the direction she'd come, knowing she'd have to tend to the body- none of the others had the time or desire.
"But that doesn't mean I can't care..."
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Post by squll on May 22, 2005 16:19:44 GMT -5
"Hey," Spikes Cool Voice called out to Anya "I need some medica atention...I was looking for some one who isn't busy and it apperes that your the only one who isn't" He pulled up the sleave of his shirt reaveling a piece of metal sticking out of his bicep. "I got hit with some sharpenel a while back, i didn't want to take it out until i got it looked at..make sure it wasn't infected or would cause any problems"
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