Post by Katrina Wolf on Jul 8, 2014 0:13:11 GMT -5
Even in the evening the summer's warmth clung to the streets of New York City. Every artificial surface of that city had soaked up the sun's rays during the day and were now slowly letting it off, even into the hours of the cloudless dark. Katrina Wolf was thankful that she was used to it at least. Although light layer of sweat built up on her, even in the black t-shirt she wore, it was still cooler than some of the nights she had experienced elsewhere in the world.
This evening, the medic found herself walking down one of the many streets of New York City. She had left her car near the edge of the city in one of the numerous parking garages, deciding it would be easier to get around via foot rather than further congesting the city streets that were already packed full of cars. As she planned on being away from the vehicle for an extended period of time, Katrina opted to take her bag with her. Now she had that bag slung over one shoulder even if she knew it wasn't good for her back to do so. Around Katrina's neck was the usual chain of her dog tags as well as a set of headphones that were connected to an MP3 player that was cranked up enough for her to hear the tunes without putting them over her ears.
Katrina's stride slowly came to a halt in the middle of the sidewalk as something tugged at her senses. The redhead turned halfway around, looking down the sidewalk back the way she had came. Seeing nothing of note, she turned around once more and gazed forward. There wasn't anything that seemed unusual for a city Night, but something deep down felt wrong to the woman. In her nervousness, Katrina brought a hand up and ran it through her hair. She could feel the build up of a tiny bit of sweat mixed in with the humidity in the air that clung to her. The thought evaporated quickly as she took a few deep breaths to settle herself and think. She cast one more look down the way she came before deciding to continue on her path, pushing the thought to the back of her mind for the time being.
Last Edit: Jul 8, 2014 0:14:18 GMT -5 by Katrina Wolf
Cassidy has a very expressive face. When she's not laughing her ass off, or frowning up a storm, she's usually still got a cocky smile on her lips. Her nails are always painted something whacky or just black. Her ears have a few piercings, and her nose looks like it may have been broken before.
Post by Cassidy Fox on Jul 10, 2014 20:46:19 GMT -5
New York city was a grand place, for a dump. Streets packed with bad-mouthing drivers and yellow cabs, hundreds of alleyways filled with muggers and thugs, and giant skyscrapers as far as the eye could see filled with rats all clumped together in a single nest. Cassidy hated the stench of this city, but it was a place she fit in well. Lurking in an alleyway, she was completing a deal. Waiting against the wall, she noticed a figure coming down the street. It was exactly 8:29 pm, the sun finally retreating beneath the horizon, and the time of the arranged meeting. She straightened herself up from the wall, glancing at the man coming down the street. “So, you got it all?”
“Yeah, I got it,” The man grumbled. He owed her half her pay. She always made sure to get some in advance, as she could never trust the scum she often worked for. Suddenly, the manpulled out a gun and shot at Cassidy. She shouted in pain, falling to the ground to avoid another shot and taking out her own gun. She shot at the man, and missed, while he turned and fled. Fucking coward. She put the gun away and glanced down at her shirt, which was staining red. “Fuck,” She muttered. “I need to get help.”
Tearing up the bottom half of her shirt, she wrapped it around her chest as tightly as she could, wincing in pain. The bullet had sunken in to her flesh, having pierced in the collarbone area on her left side. She stood up and began walking through the alleyways, making sure to try and keep her heart rate down so that she didn’t lose too much blood. Turning into another alley, opposite of the way the man had ran, she caught a glimpse of red. “Wait!” She called out, hoping they could get her to a hospital. “Help.”
Post by Katrina Wolf on Jul 10, 2014 22:41:54 GMT -5
The familiar staccato of gunfire caught Katrina right as she began to move again. The trained soldier had her hand behind her and pulling out her FN Five Seven as natural as one found blinking. Already her head was whipping around, trying to find the source of the danger whilst she moved along towards a more defensible position. As per her training she looked for any sudden movement or potential threat to her, ready to bring her pistol to bear if need called.
Just as the redhead turned to look down the direction she had been headed previously, she heard the voice behind her. Katrina wheeled around and brought the firearm up, but didn't point it directly at the woman. Immediately her eyes scanned for any other bodily shapes, even as she already began moving in the woman's direction at a brisk pace. 'Another gang shooting? An attempted assault?' Katrina wondered to herself as she jogged over to the woman. Once there, Katrina overshot just slightly and brought her pistol up. The lonely medic wanted to be damned sure nothing was going to pop out at her when she saw to what the other woman needed.
When her green orbs did finally catch the woman, everything went on autopilot. She immediately crouched down, placing the firearm on the ground behind her as she pulled the backpack from her back at the same time. "Ma'am, I'm going to need you to sit down slowly for me, can you do that? I'm a medic with the United States Army." The line came out almost as if it were rehearsed a thousand times over, but the young medic did not wait around for a response. She kept her eyes on Cassidy as the bag was opened up, and from it she pulled a box containing sterile gloves which she quickly pulled on.
Once the gloves were in place, Katrina stepped forward whether or not Cassidy complied with the request, and reached out to grasp for Cassidy's left shoulder in an attempt to hold it steady while she made to uncover what was obviously a gunshot wound. As she did, Katrina would softly speak, keeping her voice as calm as if she were doing a routine checkup. "Ma'am, do you know who did this to you? Do you know who shot you?"
Cassidy has a very expressive face. When she's not laughing her ass off, or frowning up a storm, she's usually still got a cocky smile on her lips. Her nails are always painted something whacky or just black. Her ears have a few piercings, and her nose looks like it may have been broken before.
Post by Cassidy Fox on Jul 13, 2014 22:18:59 GMT -5
Cassidy managed a strange sort of facial expression. A cross of a grin and a grimace, flashing her teeth, when the head turned, revealing startling green eyes. She got her attention. The woman rushed towards Cassidy, and the younger girl noted the gun in her hand.
“Fuck,” She muttered, starting to back away. The woman quickly came up, crouched down, and put it behind her. Cassidy was tense though, watching as the woman opened a bag, and sitting down on request. An army woman? The woman pulled out gloves, before placing her hand on Cassidy’s shoulder, causing the younger girl to wince.
“Who the fuck are you?” Cassidy muttered, avoiding the question. She didn’t exactly want to get into her gang-related life with a fucking Army chick. She didn’t know if she could manage a convincing lie in this state either. Cassidy raised her hand, automatically flinching, wanting to hold her wound. She didn’t like having someone handle her, even if she needed the help. “What are you doing?”
Post by Katrina Wolf on Jul 13, 2014 23:19:44 GMT -5
Relief filled Katrina as the woman followed the request. It seemed as if providing medical care for her wouldn't be a constant struggle. The army medic was used to soldiers trying to brush her off. It wasn't so bad when you knew they weren't liable to actually try to hurt you in the process, but this woman was entirely unknown. As far as Katrina knew, this woman could have been the instigator and could should her at any point. The thought was unpleasant, but she'd do what she was trained to do regardless.
"Sorry," the young medic offered apologetically upon noticing the wince. Her facial features reflected the sympathy she felt, though she would continue on with what she was doing at the time. Her eyes returned to the wound and she did her best to hide the faint furrow of her brow as the woman dodged her question. Anything would have been more comforting. 'I don't know' could have been a lie, but it wasn't a direct deflection. It made her suspect whatever this woman was doing was probably shady and edging on the wrong side of the law. "I'm Sergeant First Class Katrina Wolf, ma'am. I need you to remain calm for me."
As the hand came up and the next question was asked, Katrina's hands would come up in a half surrender, half warding gesture towards Cassidy, showing that she had no intention of fighting her if it came down to it. "Ma'am, I know you covered that gunshot wound, but I need to check it over. I don't think it needs to be said, but we need to get you to a hospital. I need to be sure you're going to be in a condition to survive the trip. I have medical supplies in my bag to help with that, but I'm going to need your help to. I need you to let me help you, and I need you to listen to me. Can you do that ma'am? Can we help each other here?"
Katrina would wait for a response, though not without motioning towards the injury as if asking to be allowed to continue as well. If she was allowed to continue, she would do so immediately. Her first move would be to pull out a pair of sheers from her bag. She looked at the woman's clothing and gave an apologetic look before attempting to cut away the clothing surrounding Cassidy's shoulder carefully unless stopped. Then she'd check for an exit wound on the back side of the woman's shoulder. Even as she did this, she spoke with a warm, calm voice. "What's your name, ma'am?" If answered, she would continue, attempting to distract Cassidy with conversation. "Are you from around here? I'm from South Carolina myself. Just happened to be in the neighborhood."
If left unimpeded, Katrina would reach into her bag again to pull out a packet which she'd give a couple good thwacks to before breaking open over Cassidy's wound. A dense powder would spill fourth from it, dropping down onto the wound and coating it. "This is to help form a clot and keep you from bleeding out, okay? It'll thicken your blood up. Then I'm going to bandage it up tightly. We're going to need to keep pressure on it though."
Cassidy has a very expressive face. When she's not laughing her ass off, or frowning up a storm, she's usually still got a cocky smile on her lips. Her nails are always painted something whacky or just black. Her ears have a few piercings, and her nose looks like it may have been broken before.
Post by Cassidy Fox on Jan 6, 2015 13:16:21 GMT -5
Cassidy mumbled a few curses under her breath at the woman’s apology and introduction. It sounded a lot like a “Remain calm? I’ve been fucking shot.” Still, the young teenager did her best to remain still. She knew the drill. Deep breaths, in and out, in and out. And then the woman mentioned the hospital. “I c-can’t!” She exclaimed suddenly, before realizing she needed an excuse. “I don’t have insurance.”
Still, she nodded when the woman motioned towards her injury, leaving her hand down to allow her to treat it. She used her sudden fear of the hospital to avoid any of the Army medic’s questions. “Look, Katrina- right? Can’t you just stitch me up? I’ll be bright as rain.” She paused for a moment, trying to not make a noise in response to the pain coming from her bullet wound. She gritted her teeth and continued. “I can’t go, ok? I don’t have any insurance.”
As the girl talked, she still let Katrina do whatever she pleased to the wound. She winced again when the powder fell on her, and nodded along to her instructions. “Yeah, ok, whatever you want me to do.”
