fidele: (& rise to me)
Chane Laforet ([personal profile] fidele) wrote in [community profile] sirenspull_logs2012-08-01 05:26 pm

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Who: Chane Laforet [personal profile] fidele, and open to anybody involved with her/in the Newcomer Hunt being treated in the hospital!
When: Afternoon of Tuesday 31st through to Thursday 2nd. Tag in with day/time in the subject line.
Where: Skye Medical Centre in Sector 4.
Summary: A little reconnaissance with the people she wanted to help, and helped her.
Warnings: Discussion of the Newcomer Hunt?

Even if every part of her aches down to the bone as she rests, she doesn't want for much more. The surroundings are different to when she was first dragged into this place the day before, but then, all of Chane's recollections are snippets lost in short bouts of painful movement and exhaustion. She doesn't remember the window at her bedside.

Somebody must have wanted to free up a bed and moved her, even lending pillows for her to sit propped up on. Or, more likely, a certain someone moved her to where the light could fall across the sheets. Not that she's complaining. It's good to see the city again and hear the traffic and everyday bustle on the streets below.

Nothing can erase the memories of those past few days, however. She remembers the other newcomers imprisoned on the hunting-grounds-- the ones who gave her their name, especially. They wanted to matter to her, regardless of whether she could provide them protection, and despite her self-preservation, her refusal to cooperate, her panic and nerves... their lives matter. The uncertainy of each one's survival lingers like a fluctuating undercurrent of the intruding sensation of the IV drip, the pain that's slowly leaving her system. Knowing that those others are safe-- Kaiji, Yosuke, Bolin, Conner-- would ease her. But seeing them, she awaits with trepidation and a strange, light emotion she doesn't quite recognise as simple second-hand relief. Her NV is bent and damaged, and using her telepathy only brings back echoing memories of pain; all she has to communicate with is her notepad and pen against any visitors' voices breaking through the silence that's fallen on her corner of the wing.
blondejokes: (temerity)

c: Wednesday early morning/afternoon?

[personal profile] blondejokes 2012-08-01 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
For a fellow Newcomer, it was the least she could do. Especially one who had been through so much. After coercing a list of names of those involved out of somebody, she had gone on to make appropriate floral arrangements. Azaleas, edelweiss leaves, Poinsettas, and a dash of palm leaves spiraling around the bottom of the clear vase. A unique combination to indicate for her to get better, with the palm leaves indicating the success she had in surviving the Hunt.

Ino walked in after being guided in by a nurse, a kind smile on her face. She wasn't in her usual outfit - she was still trying to clean out some of the blood stains from her impromptu patients when they had all mobbed the grounds - instead in a simple pair of white capris and tank top.

"Hello, Ms. Laforet." She placed the vase on the table next to the hospital bed. "I'm Ino Yamanaka. You don't know me, but I wanted to give you some flowers after your...ordeal, courtesy of the Yamanaka Flower Shop."
blondejokes: (fickle)

its ok!

[personal profile] blondejokes 2012-08-07 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
Another mute, or was this a direct result from the Hunt? She decided to leave it be. She nodded at Chane and passed the notebook back, taking a seat at the bedside she glanced at. She didn't have long, but she could spare a few moments for a brief visit.

"How are you feeling?" A generic question Chane was probably asked numerous times, of course.
blondejokes: (flout)

[personal profile] blondejokes 2012-08-08 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
"I was there the night all of you were released. I wasn't fighting, only serving as a medic for anybody injured on our side." She smiled, eyes closing slightly. "I asked around for the names of the newcomers caught up in the mess, and I was directed here."