bakerstreet | minor injury meme.

minor injury meme.

You or your meme partner has been hurt, but don't worry! This time around it's not that bad. You can still limp your way out of this mess.

INJURIES.
1. Sprain/strain. How did you screw up walking?
2. Broken bones. Simple fractures still hurt.
3. Cuts. Hopefully one of you has a sewing kit.
4. Burns. Location, location, location. Let's pray this one isn't on your ass.
5. Concussion. No, they're most likely not holding up fifteen fingers.
6. Other. I'm not a doctor.

HOW'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Stupidity. You did this to yourself.
2. Accident. Is an unintentional attack still an attack?
3. Attack. Don't lie, you deserved it.
4. Other. It's probably still your own fault.

WHERE'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Home. Did you remember to invest in a first aid kit?
2. School/Work. This should be excellent for getting you out of doing stuff!
3. Outdoors. Predators like the smell of blood. Clean up asap.
4. In the water. Hopefully there aren't any sharks!
5. Other. Like a hospital. That'd be handy.

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[He can be the injured party or the caretaker, but he doesn't know that much about treating injuries. He would try to be helpful, though.]

OOC does 3/3/1 work for you? He can be the injured, and she can be the one to take care of him? Maybe she accidentally attacks him, or he gets attacked by one of the wolves her maker created as he was coming to her home?

Let me know what you think and I'll start. :_

[OOC: I'd be up for that! I'd be up for either scenario. Her attacking him might make for some interesting drama and dilemmas, though.]

[Carolyn hadn't been home for a while, she had been away with friends and family for the better part of November, so she hadn't been able to keep in contact with Roddy as much as she would have liked.

She didn't really know about cellphones, or the like and she was so damn busy running around with everyone that she just lost touch. It wasn't just Roddy she lost touch with though! She managed to not hear about the werewolf that resurfaced in her area, and she had no idea what he would be up to either.

So, when she did finally get home, the first person she called was Roddy to tell him to come over.

When it was almost three hours past the time that she called him, and factored in the time for him to get there on foot? Yeah, she panicked and headed out to go look for him. Trying to see if she could smell him or something?]

[Roddy was clawed up, scared, and hiding, fully woged, in a hollow tree trunk, knowing full well that once the werewolf caught up to him (again) that it meant he'd be cornered. He was ready, though. He was ready to bite and scratch and do whatever to lash out once he was found. He had one advantage he hadn't before, he was ready now, and he wasn't going to hesitate, thinking it might just be Carolyn until he noticed that it was a male werewolf. The second he saw a wolf, he was attacking.]

[It took Carolyn a few moments to change into her wolf form, and then she was galloping through the woods, sniffing the air intensely to see if she could find his scent?

When she got to a cluster of trees, two scents almost threw her for a loop. One was Roddy, and it was bitter with fear, and fight. The other was her maker, something, and someone she could never forgot no matter how hard she tried. The scent was overpowering, filled with hunger, anger, dominance, and something else she couldn't put her finger on.

She ran as fast as she could, trying to suss the area out when she came upon two man creatures fighting. One ripping, clawing, and biting the other---who was fending, clawing, and biting back in turn. Carolyn, unsure what to do decided that even though it could cost her her life, Roddy was here because of her. She put him in this position, and she loved him.

So, she jumped onto the attackers back, biting at its neck, rending it with her claws. It was a frenzy of flesh, blood, and bone.]

LEAVE! HIM! ALONE! [She cried out between gnashing, bloodied teeth to her maker.]

[One second he was on his own, fighting with a wolf with his back to a tree, knowing all the while that he didn't really stand a chance against a wolf. Then he wasn't on his own, and the chances, at least in his eyes, became far more in his favor as another wolf attacked the one trying to devour him. Carolyn, it had to be, and he wasn't going to leave her to fight this wolf on her own, even if he was far less capable in the fight than she was.

Once he had the space to do so, Roddy darted all the way out of the hole in the tree, scurrying under the wolf, and biting the underbelly of the wolf with his razor sharp incisors.]

[Carolyn got hit by Roddy's sharp teeth and claws once or twice in the melee, but they were really superficial marks. She was so full of adrenaline right then that she felt nothing to be quite honest.

At one point she manages to sink her teeth into the flesh of the other were's neck, and even though her maker was no marshmallow when it came to fighting---taking on two at one time, while they were both doing crazy, and painful shit to himself? Yeah, it was better to cut ties now, and come back later. Lay in wait, and attack then.

So, he managed to throw Carolyn off of its back, and fought off Roddy one last time before it was gone. When it threw Carolyn, she landed with a grunt as all the air was sucked out of her body. It took a moment or two to get her bearings once again, but as soon as she did? She was all over Roddy. ]

Oh my god, man. Are you hurt? I was so worried. What happened to you, man? [She asked as she began to check him over for injuries and wounds.]

[Roddy was still woged, bleeding and scratched up all over for a moment, and then...he changed back. He was still bleeding, but the cuts and injuries seemed to lessen with the shift.]

I got pretty clawed up but...I think I'm okay. I didn't know there were any other werewolves out here.

[And he hadn't known there were any that would maul him on sight like that.]

[Carolyn was still transformed as well. Her nose twitched at the smell of his blood on the air. She could see the cuts and scratches too. When he changed back to human form, even though his cuts went away? They were still there, and Carolyn was a little worried---because, hello, hurt boyfriend here.]

Lemme take you home and clean you up? Come on. [His comment about other werewolves made her stop. Swallowing thickly, worriedly.] Neither did I, Roddy. If it is who I think it is though? It was my maker, he is back in the area I guess.

Yeah, okay. [He could probably stand to be cleaned up a bit, maybe put an antibiotic on the wounds. Because of what he was, there was really no risk of him becoming a werewolf, but that didn't mean he couldn't become exposed to other diseases. Besides, he was still bleeding, even if externally it had slowed significantly, and he should probably do something about that.]

So if it is your maker...is that a bad thing because you know he's ruthless and older and more experienced than you, or a good thing because you know something about him, and maybe there could be some maker/makee bond that would keep him from wanting to hurt you?

[He didn't know how these things worked or if his having made her would make the slightest differenced to her maker, but it was a possibility, at least.]

[She turned his hand this way and that way to look it over. She looked sad now, almost defeated. Worried now that her maker was around and would want to hurt her, or the people she loved.]

I---I don't know, hon. I don't. He bit me, and left me after an evil witch wanted me to suffer. I would say it is a bad thing. [She turned away from him to move behind a tree. She needed to change back, and it was painful to do and probably watch.]

Just give me a minute. [A second later she let out a harsh grunt, and a loud scream as her bones realigned, and her body changed.]

Right. That definitely sounds like a bad thing.

[If the whole plan was 'to make her suffer' in the first place, and he'd happily followed the orders of the one wanting that, then it meant that the werewolf they were dealing with likely would have no guilt when it came to fighting the wolf he'd created. It was on them to find a way to fight back.

He stood back and watched as she changed back, cringing at the pops and snaps and obvious pain that she was experiencing, the pain he'd never know, making the vast chasm between what she was and he was all the more apparent, the difference between being what you were naturally and being forced to become something new due to a force that now threatened them both.

Once she was safely in her human form, he looked away awkwardly while reaching to help her up.]

We should probably get back. Do you have clothes stashed anywhere?

[Carolyn's own mind was racing wildly. With this guy back, what was she going to do to protect the ones she loved, and herself?

Once she was done changing, she felt drained. It was always like that and it killed her every time.

When Roddy was there to help her up, she was grateful that he was there for her this time.]

Yeah, back near the house behind a tree. I always stash them there. We'll be fine until we get there.

All right, let's go. [Roddy started off in that direction, making sure Carolyn was keeping up. He was trying to hurry, because although the cuts that were still exposed after he changed back still stung, particularly when a twig or leaf would brush against them, making him wince, he knew that the sooner they got back to the house, the sooner they'd have some protection.] Your one...uncle? He's a vampire, right? Do you think he'd help us?

[Because Roddy didn't believe for a second that the werewolf was gone for good. He attacked once, he'd probably attack again, and with how quickly werewolves could recover...well, he just hoped they'd have a chance to get out of there and get some help before he came back to finish the job.]

[Carolyn tried to keep up, and she was pretty good at it, but her worry for Roddy was kind of making her space out a bit.

His question, at first, went over her head, then she came back to herself.] Uncle Barnabas? I mean, I don't know...I suppose so. I never really talked this kind of shit over with him, you know? We can ask him when we get back, I mean---you know, when the sun goes down.

[Once she got to her spot, she stopped to pull out of her shirt, and skirt combo. Then she was pulling on her stockings and shoes. Once she was dressed, she was ready to go inside.] Come on, first things first. Clean you up.

Why not? [It seemed like the first thing Roddy would do. Had done, in fact, if talking it over with his father was the same thing. Of course, he'd forgotten about the sun down bit.] I'll have to call my dad and tell him I'll be home late. We can't let him know what happened, though, or he'll get pissed and probably try to go after the werewolf that attacked me.

[And that...wouldn't work out well. His father was protective of him, but he was a reinigen, too, and there was no way a rat was going to win a fight against a wolf.]

Why? I mean, we just don't have that kind of relationship. We never really talked about what I was past me coming out to my mom and the rest of the family, like in front of him. That was during a fight with Angelique, and that is about the last of it. [For her, she believed that not all families were that close, or were as close as Roddy and his dad were apparently. She showed her family what she was because she was trying to save them all from Angelique, but to actually discuss it? Yeah, so not going to happen.

Plus, there was a big space between herself and her uncle. He was from 200 years prior, and she was a teenager that came from a 70's state of mind. Their paths barely crossed, so to speak.]

Of course, I get it. I don't want your dad coming up here anyway. Don't need this coming out to being a rescue event for any of us. I gotta tell my mom, most definitely, especially because of David.

[She stopped for a moment to look him over really quickly, wanting to make sure his arm was getting better.] How does your arm feel right now?

Who's Angelique? [Possibly the evil witch that was mentioned, but he didn't want to assume. Perhaps she'd been mentioned some previous time, but if so, he didn't recall who she was. Still, he got the idea.]

[As for it's arm...well, nothing had changed in the time they were talking, but that was normal. Reinigen couldn't heal like werewolves. At least he wasn't losing much blood, though, since the majority of the wounds he'd gotten in the fight were covered up by his human skin, but they'd start bleeding again if he changed.]

It really fucking stings, but that's kind of expected when a werewolf just took a gauge out of my arm.

[Then, as they kept going, he saw the house.]

Come on, let's get inside.

[Once they were inside, he'd feel safer. Once they were inside he'd know they weren't about to be attacked again.]

She is that evil witch, bitch I told you about. She slept with my Uncle 200 years ago. He spurned her, so she killed his beloved, and then turned him into a vampire. She made me what I am.

[His comment about it stinging made her turn to kiss his cheek quickly. Then they were close to the house, and she could only rush forward.

She got inside the house, and closed and locked the door rather quickly. Checking the window to make sure they weren't followed. Then she was off to the bathroom to grab the first aide kit.] Take a seat. [She said softly once she got back out to the kitchen proper. A small, grim smile on her lips.] This might hurt. [She said quietly as she took alcohol and a cloth to clean up the blood, and dirt from the wound.]

Oh. Right. Her.

[He knew exactly who she was talking about now. This was just the first time she'd used her name. Once they got inside, he took a seat at her request, cringing slightly at the sting of the alcohol. He woged. Returning to the form he'd gotten the cuts in caused many of the wounds to become visible again.]

Should probably be like this, at least until the cuts are cleaned up. I don't really heal, the cuts just move under the skin when I woge.

Yeah. She is...she is really horrible, and she scares me a bit more than my creator just showing up out of the blue again. Still...yeah, I'm officially scared.

[When he woged out again, she freaked on the inside a bit because she wasn't sure what was happening. Then he was explaining it to her, and Carolyn relaxed completely.]

Oh, okay. If my mom comes into the room, I am going to have to explain rather quickly, but it should be okay. I didn't know about your injuries though, that is interesting.

Yeah.

[It still seemed weird to him that her mother knew what she was, yet there would still be any need to do any explaining at all when it came to him. Granted, there were things he didn't tell his dad, too, and a big part of the difference was likely because his dad could smell just as well as he could, so there wasn't much point in trying to hide it.]

I mean, she knows you're a werewolf, so it's not like this'll be much weirder, right?

Well, yeah. I mean, I only told her when we were fighting with Angelique, no one even noticed my odd behavior since I was an infant. So, while we have ghosts, and a vampire uncle...it is still new and strange, any new being. I just mean...well, you know what I mean, right?

[Because she didn't want to offend him, but she would not know how to explain what she meant 100 percent correctly. She just hoped he understood that she might get a little shocked by it, but to not take it badly.]

It's not a bad thing.

I know what you mean.

[She just meant he wasn't the sort of thing they expected to see. He didn't take any offense at that; he wasn't the sort of thing most people expected to see.]

I'll change back right away once I'm cleaned up.

Roddy Geiger | Grimm | OTA

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I'm an idiot, I should have checked to make sure this had gone through!

That's okay, I just figured you were busy with the holidays

Busy, yes, but not with the holidays. :)

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