Live to tell the tale

[draculalite]

Who: Yosuke Hanamura, Raphael and Amy Sorel
When: September 18th, afternoon
Where: The Sorels' home
Summary: Yosuke applies for a part-time job at the Sorels'. It's a pretty easy job, let's say.
Warnings: BLOOD



[The address Raphael gave him leads to what appears to have at one time been a church in a distant part of Sector 3- old, ornate, utterly worn-down, obviously untouched for decades if not longer. The knock on the door goes unanswered for a few minutes but at last the great wooden carving slides open a crack and a pair of glowing red eyes appears.]

Monsieur Hanamura. Come in.

[The door opens wide enough for him to come inside, but Raphael does not reveal himself until after it's closed, standing off to the side of the entryway until the last of the sunlight is gone. The interior of the church isn't nearly as creepy as the outside, appearing to have been cleaned up and cared for.

Dark curtains cover every window, though. That's a little disconcerting.

Raphael, however, is as calm and casual as if Yosuke were coming over for dinner.]

I hope it was not too difficult to find.

Comments

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[In the meantime, Amy soon returns, knowing where they both had gone to. This time, she has a tray of iced tea as well as a small jug of clear sweet syrup to add into the brew. There is also a plate of butter cookies. She sets them down on a nearby spare table.]

[inthejunk]

[Yosuke ignores the tea, though he does remember to nod at Amy. He wanders timidly over to the machine and looks it over. He's never had blood taken for any reason before, so to him it's a little intimidating. But he doesn't hesitate long. He takes a deep breath, and then he takes a seat.]

It's just a little needle, right?

[draculalite]

Yes. It's a small needle.

[Raphael is beginning to set it up, checking parts and plugs to make sure they are where they are meant to be. Professor Van Helsing was the one who taught him to use the thing, and he paid close attention. The last thing he wanted was to mess it up and end up in trouble again.]

Roll up your sleeve and have a seat, Monsieur Hanamura.

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[In the meantime, Amy settles down on a seat next to where she set down the tea and cookies. She takes one of those cookies to nibble on as she watches the procedure.]

[inthejunk]

[Yosuke is seated, though hes' not sure he'll be able to roll up his sleeve very easily. Embarrassing as it is, he grabs the opening of his sleeve in his teeth and tries to tug it up that way. Stupid broken arm, he just knows he must look completely ridiculous at the moment. Especially when he replies, teeth clenched around the fabric.]

Sh'rry. Jushta shec.

[draculalite]

[There is a hilarious and off-putting moment where Raphael stands with the needle and the draw tube in hand, dressed in his classic finery, eyes all aglow... it looks very much like something out of a bad horror movie.

Raphael hasn't seen any horror movies, though, so he has no idea how ridiculous this is becoming.]

In good time.

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[On the other hand, Amy continues to quietly nibble on cookies, watching the events unfold between her father and their new donor. It wasn't something that happened on a regular basis, but she did have to admit that it was strange seeing this very normal looking boy in a dimly lit abandoned church, surrounded by people in ornate finery.]

((ooc: Feel free to keep going without me until you need Amy's input ;; You don't have to wait for me while Amy's just at the side eating cookies.))

Okay, thanks!

[inthejunk]

[After a bit more tugging, Yosuke gets flustered and results to scraping his arm along the side of the chair. That and a combination of desperate wriggling eventually accomplish the goal, even though he'll probably never regain the face he just lost during the process.

Okay, noted. Next time he's wearing shorts sleeves no matter how cold it is outside. Holy crap. But at least he's able to lie his arm on the table, now with the sleeve rolled up just past the elbow, and announce that he's ready for the needle.]

Uh...all set, sir.

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[Raphael doesn't seem to notice his struggle. He's busy remembering how this worked.

At last he heads over to Yosuke's side and briefly swabs his arm with a piece of cotton dipped in alcohol- to disinfect the spot. Without any hesitation or time for anticipation, he delicately inserts the needle the way Van Helsing showed him- to minimize the sting.

He waits a moment until he can see the draw beginning to work, sniffs as though catching a scent, then turns.]

I will return in a few minutes. Is there anything I can get for you in the meantime, Monsieur Hanamura?

[inthejunk]

No, I'm fine.

[His voice squeaks a bit, and his eyes are still wide from the whole needle thing happening. It stung a bit, but it wasn't too bad. He's more freaked out than pained, in fact. He's never had this sort of experience before, though there had been an IV in the hospital. He just hadn't been conscious for it.]

Does it take long?

[draculalite]

[He nods quietly, motioning for Amy to turn and leave as well. He can smell the blood as sharply as a hunting hound... and really would rather Yosuke not get to see that.]

It should take approximately four minutes. I will return then. In the meantime, please relax.

Come, Amy.

[inthejunk]

Oh...yeah, that's not too long.

[Yosuke stares at the needle for a moment, but he holds -mostly- still while he waits for the two of them to return. The place is a little old, and not very well cared for. Hmm. If they have enough money to pay some kid to bleed for them, why don't they put some of it into their surroundings? Do they just like things dilapidated? Hmm...]

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[As promised, Raphael returns a few minutes later. He is rather quick about taking his place beside Yosuke and shutting off the machine, then slowly removing the needle.

He's even quicker about placing the bloody needle aside and stepping away from it. Wouldn't want to do anything uncouth here.

He provides Yosuke with a piece of gauze to press to his arm.]

That will be all. You should rest comfortably for a time to prevent dizziness.

[inthejunk]

[Now that the guy mentions it, he is a bit dizzy. Almost queasy, which is weird. Needles aren't something he has had to deal with outside of immunizations and that hospital IV, but he still doesn't feel afraid of them or anything like that. So why does the back of his throat taste coppery?

He nods, pressing the gauze to his arm like he's supposed to. It's surprising to see stars for a second, and he slumps back a little weakly.

Yeah, okay. Maybe they were right about eating the cookies first. He'll remember it for next time.]

Right, I can do that. Uh, should I show myself out after?

[draculalite]

If you wish. You are welcome to our hospitality though, if you would prefer.

[Raphael doesn't really sound like he cares one way or another as he packs up the machine, then turns his attention to the blood packet, now full. And still warm, too. Yosuke may notice him trying to compose himself, taking a few breaths and resolutely sealing it up for later.]

I must thank you for volunteering. I will count out your money and return with it shortly.

[inthejunk]

It's nothing.

[Yep, he definitely catches that. And squirms a little uncomfortably, but does his best to lean back and relax a little. It's obvious the guy isn't planning to eat him anyway. So he musters up as mike and a nod.]

Great. I'll be right here, sir.

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[While Amy herself did also feel that little throb of excitement for the blood that was drawn, she quickly drew her attention back to Yosuke. All the while, she had been silent-- as if she was more of a doll than another being. But while her father was away, she thought it would be considerate to at least entertain their guest.]

Is there anything I can get you?

[inthejunk]

Thanks, but I'm fine, miss.

[It's probably too late for the cookies to help. Though a pretty girl trying to look after him does brighten his face a bit.]

[graceful_cutter]

Very well then.

[She pauses. She could leave at this point, but curiosity gets the better of her.]

You seem familiar. Might I have met you somewhere?

[inthejunk]

Hmm...I'm a greeter. And I work at The Cat's Eye. Um. I go to school, too, you look about that age. Maybe from one of those places?

[graceful_cutter]

I'm afraid not. I left school about... more than a year ago. It did not work well for me.

[inthejunk]

Mm. The kids can definitely be jerks. What do you do now, instead? You can't just hang out here all the time.

[graceful_cutter]

I... [Help fight crime.] work as an assistant librarian.

[inthejunk]

Oh. [Is that even a job that people have? EUGH.] That's nice. How do you like that?

[graceful_cutter]

It's alright. I learn greatly from it. I find it better than being in school, although the librarians have been telling me that I must go if I want a better job here in the future.