Flicker ~ { Tag } Parker/Corbin

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A rather large building in the new Weyr, it is so large due to the necessity of many rooms. The ground floor contains numerous rooms that are set up for use as needed. There is a main waiting room in the center and birthing rooms and a nursery for newborns. There are also desk workers at the entrance to keep track of who comes and goes. A second floor is where most of the healers live.
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Re: Flicker ~ { Tag } Parker/Corbin

Postby Ember » Wed Feb 07, 2018 3:22 am

"I'm curious the back story of how a tried criminal of High Reaches managed to become a wherhandler."

It took everything she had in her, that special brand of strength she'd created and nurtured over the Turns in particular, to keep herself from looking at him or the side of her hand. She knew without having to do that, that the makeup she'd found to cover it up had somehow worn off. It had never done that before, even after repeated washings, but she suspected that with how she'd scrubbed at her hands earlier, it had been scratched away, and now that it had... Fuck, she was stupid for going without her gloves, but she found they got in the way of tending to patients in the infirmary, and it made it easier to work there period. She continued to work, though it was clear that his words were starting to affect her; her fingers were quivering slightly and her jaw was settling into a firm, tight line. And still, she said nothing a all.

Did she reached for a scalpel first, or try to drug him with fellis before taking off...

For Turns she'd been so careful about everything. Then she'd finally felt safe enough to let her guard down, only to have this happen. Of course it would be this man to see through the layers, to notice the tattoo on her hand, and to know exactly what it meant. She wanted to rip the flesh from her hand and toss it in a fire, and she didn't even care if it caused her to bleed dry. To between with everything she'd learned the last couple of Turns. She was about to lose everything she had gained since leaving the North, including Sarsk. Either this man was going to send her back to High Reaches to face her mother, or he was going to kill her for whatever reward her mother had on her head still, or there would be words exchanged with the Weyrleaders.

The only option would be to leave. To find some way to escape him before he could leave the infirmary, and pack her things. She could take Sarsk with her. There would be felines to deal with, that would be a problem, but if they headed for the coast, perhaps there'd be a chance to avoid them.

Her fingers had gone from quivering, to full on shaking, so she set the needle and thread down for a moment and pushed away from the table to stand. Going over to the cabinets, she got up on the step stool and started to riffle through the cabinets, grabbing more bandages than she needed, but it distracted her, though not enough. "So how long will I have after I'm finished with you before you go telling the Weyrleaders? Or did she send you after me?" Just in case, not knowing what she would face when she turned around again, she grabbed a scalpel from one of the shelves and slide it in her sleeve.
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Re: Flicker ~ { Tag } Parker/Corbin

Postby Parker » Wed Feb 07, 2018 8:35 pm

The tenseness in the air thickened and Corbin could tell that she was doing her best to not run from the room. He stayed silent, watching her actions and her facial expressions. She was an animal with its back in the corner and he was the only thing between being trapped and freedom. At least that was what she thought the situation was. All the while his eyes watched her cautiously, but the look on his face could have been read as one of boredom.

"So how long will I have after I'm finished with you before you go telling the Weyrleaders? Or did she send you after me?"

While she was rifling through the cabinets, Corbin got up and silently moved behind her. Blood ran down his bare torso as he waited for her to turn around. Once she did he grabbed a hold of her wrist and stared her down for a few moments before he carefully reached into the sleeve of her shirt and pulled out the scalpel. He kept staring her down as he put the scalpel back where it belonged. Her wrist he released, but he instead of backing away he put a hand on either side of her on the cabinet, truly trapping her. "I've been cut once today. You want to see me in a really bad mood? Then just try and make it twice."

He backed up then and moved back to the cot. The fact he turned his back on her and had left the scalpel showed how little of a threat he thought she was. "Relax. I'm not here to do either of those things. Truthfully, detective or not, I really don't give a shit about what you supposedly did to earn that tattoo, nor if someone is still after you for it. Now, are you going to stitch me up or not?"
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Re: Flicker ~ { Tag } Parker/Corbin

Postby Ember » Mon Feb 12, 2018 11:36 am

"Relax. I'm not here to do either of those things. Truthfully, detective or not, I really don't give a shit about what you supposedly did to earn that tattoo, nor if someone is still after you for it. Now, are you going to stitch me up or not?"

She was silent and still as he returned to the table, and while the option was there to take the scalpel back, she didn't take it. Truth of the matter was, she knew she wasn't a match for him, and they were both very well aware of that fact. She was small, and she could get in undercover. But this wasn't a situation made for stealth, this was something else completely. He would catch her on the first try and she'd be finished. And he didn't care? She snorted to herself. Did that mean she wasn't supposed to care either?

She grabbed the bandages and set them aside, washed her hands with redwort again, then returned to his side. She wasn't shaking this time, but clearly something was different as she settled in to work on his chest. She cleaned up some of the blood that had poured out of him, numbed him up unlike what she'd originally intended, then leaned in to begin the first stitch. "You say that you don't care." Clearly that was obvious. Another stitch, more skin was pulled together.

"But apparently I've killed my father. The Lord Hold of High Reaches Hold." She'd never told anyone, and yet she was telling him. She shrugged mentally at why she was doing so. Perhaps because he knew she was a criminal, what else did she have to lose? "So you know, perhaps you should care. I'm sure mother still has a pretty price on my head. She's probably still paranoid in some recess," she paused when she came to a difficult section of flesh, then continued to speak as she passed it. "of her fucking mind that I'll come back, find the evidence I'm still certain is in High Reaches somewhere that she did it, and take control of my Hold." She shrugged. "So you know, like I said, care, because you could probably get yourself a pretty little reward for bringing me to her if you wanted."
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Re: Flicker ~ { Tag } Parker/Corbin

Postby Parker » Tue Feb 13, 2018 3:15 am

Corbin leaned back a little as she cleaned the blood from around his wound and numbed the skin before she began to stitch the wound closed. He'd had plenty of stitches before, some times without any numbweed, so this was nothing. At the very least she wasn't trying to stab him now or run away. "If I say I don't care, I don't care." He stated firmly again. He really didn't care about her and her past. How else was he suppose to convey that than by saying he didn't care? Still he listened to her as she explained a bit of what she had been convicted of. Not like he had much choice, honestly.

"Are you wanting me to turn you in for marks? Because that's what it sounds like. I'll have you know, though, that that is purely your idea, not mine." Corbin stated as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Look, we don't know each other, so I'll try and forgive the insult that you would assume I'd automatically turn you in for money. I actually wouldn't do that. You may think me to be a lot of things, but I am an honest detective."

With a healthy dose of sarcasm, Corbin placed a hand over his heart and raised his other hand. "I solemnly swear that I have no intention to turn you in to anyone. High Reaches isn't my jurisdiction. I feel no conviction to do anything that would either help or harm one of their ongoing criminal cases. If I was at all interested it would be to find out the truth of what really happened. Find this evidence you say this woman is hiding, but again....that is High Reaches and has nothing to do with New Atricis." He pointed out. "Now, if for whatever reason, High Reaches came here looking for you...I would be so inclined as to investigate your case myself. Now know, if the evidence did point to you I would not hide that evidence." Maybe now she would understand how he felt.
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