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Post by Curran Aiden Pettelli on Dec 3, 2010 9:00:58 GMT -5
 you heard that i was trouble ,
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The ground beneath Currans feet pounded as he ran, small clouds of dust rising around his trainers before they were but a distant memory of the landscape, settling to await another foot or car or baby pram to unsettle them once more. In his ears, the loud booming base of whatever was in the charts right then blocked out most of the outside noise, allowing Curran to run in his own little world, and for a little while at least, for as long as his muscles worked and the sweat crept down the back of his neck, for as long as the breath left him in little puffs of white cloud, he could forget about the past and the future and the worries of home and heart, and simply live in the moment.
It was wonderfull.
But life, unfortunately, had a way of dumping things on you when you are most relaxed and least prepared for it. Take for example, the small foot sticking out of the bush, twisted at an awkward angle. Most Joggers would simply jog past, focused on the path or the music or their own serene little worlds. Most Joggers would not notice the twisted, blood stained shoe or crushed grass around the bush, nor pull; together this and the apparent meaning with the large oak tree just behind. Most Joggers would jog on. But Curran was not most Joggers – growing up as he had he had been trained to look, to notice the in extraordinary that could quite likely be a crouched hunter waiting to blow his brains out. Yes, he knew all about Hunters and what they got up too in the dead of night, it was hard not too when you had a heritage such as he. Still, he had done quite well at avoiding them most of his life.
Now, he slowed, and pulled a bud from his ear. His first reaction was that this might be a trap, an elaborate hoax meant to put silver in his body and stop his heart before he could ever find the monster inside his sister. Though why they would want to kill him he had no idea – he ran a bookstore and was vegetarian – he had no use for human hearts and blood and all that washing that his distant relations got up too. But they where mindless beasts when they changed – something Curran was far from being.
He stepped closer, the music distant now that he had pulled the buds from his ears, and he heard it. The soft little whimper of a human child, who had fallen from the tree. He forgot the likeliness of a track and pushed the bushes aside. Sure enough, a small blonde haired little boy, no older than five or six, and who should probably be in school right then, lay in a crumpled heap amongst the bracken, his ankle twisted funny and swelling. The whimper had been unconscious, for the little lad was knocked out, a large lump on his forehead revealing why. Curran crouched, and glanced around. There was no one else on the track today, it was too early for most people, and there was no way an ambulance was going to get here quickly. He growled, softly, and wiped the palms of his hands on his thick grey jogging bottoms, before laying a hand on the child’s head. He was cold, and feverish – clammy. He stripped off his hooded jacket and lay it over the kid, wrapping him in it. It was all he could do for now in the respect.
”Sorry kid” he murmured beneath his breath as he slowly lifted the child into his arms. He was deathly cold, his breath coming in slow, weak gasps. Who knew how long he had been out here... but going by the damp dew on his hair it was quite possibly all night. His mother would be worried sick.
Curran adjusted the boy in his arms and stepped back out onto the track. He glanced around, and took off in the direction of the hospital, the small bundle held close to his chest, sharing the warmth he could spare.
An hour later, Curran was sat outside the children’s ward, reading a magazine. The kid had been whipped form his arms as soon as he had reached the emergency room, his other contacted, who was in there with him now. Sure enough, it transpired that he had indeed been out all night – now he was simply waiting to be told that he was going to be fine.
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Post by skylarnorrington on Dec 3, 2010 11:00:00 GMT -5
`underneath the {SKY} so blue.
[/font] It was a busy day at the children’s ward. It was that time of year everyone was getting sick. She had taken up extra shifts the holidays were upon them. She wasn’t really doing anything to special for the holidays. She would get gifts for friends and what not maybe stop in and see her family, but as far as she knew, she would be here with all the little kids when Santa Clause comes and that isn’t a bad thing. She loves animals and kids and she is one that likes to give. She had been in the Emergency Room when some child had been brought in.
They were trying to locate his family. She was told some stranger had brought him in and he was in the wait room. She was no doctor, but she did know that the man possibly saved the child’s life. He could have frozen to death and he was such a little tot too. Someone had to be missing him.
She had made a call to the local police and reported the child’s description in case anyone reported him missing and to let the local authorities know that he was here. They were waiting to get a name off the child, but the child was too shaken up and was cold. He had a right bump upon his head. Therefore, there possibly could be some damage and as far as she can see, right now it looks like the kid was suffering from hypothermia. It was a low stage of it, but that could cause mental confusion as well as the bump on the child’s head.
She was sent out into the waiting room to thank the young lad who had brought him in. It was really lucky that the guy found him. She was worried herself that maybe the kid ran away from home or wandered and got lost so she wanted to go ask and hear in her own words where and how he had found the boy. She seen a young man. He looked younger then herself flipping threw a magazine. She was dressed in some kitty cat scrubs. Skylar was one that always had cute scrubs on or so she is told and the children love them. She had stepped closer to the man.
“Excuse me are you the lad that had brought in a boy with a huge bump on his head and was very cold.” She tried to ask as politely as she could she didn’t want to interrupt if he was reading. She was sure that he wanted to know how the boy was doing and he seemed stable when she had came out of the room. It was really a blessing that the guy found the child. Once it was said that he is the guy that brought him in. “ I am skylar one of the nurses that will be looking after him. It was really lucky that you had found him.” She said standing before him and offering her hand to shake. “ Not to many people would do what you did. It was very brave and noble.” She said with a smile upon her rosey lips. " May I ask where it is that you found him again. The doctor's just want to make sure we have all the details when the family comes in. They are working on getting a hold of them as we speak." She knows the little boys parents will be grateful that he was found.
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Wearing: Some Kitty Nursing Scrubs
Location: Hospital, Children’s Ward
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Post by Curran Aiden Pettelli on Dec 3, 2010 12:11:25 GMT -5
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Curran, mostly without realising, had been keeping a look out for the little boy’s mother, glancing up at every feminine footstep he heard, checking the faces of every woman for some resemblance to the little boy who had had in his arms. So far no cigar, and he started to presume that they could be having a hard time finding the boys mother. Though this said, is she was anything like his own mother, the police would be involved so they had only need to ring the station – but even with that they would then have to track down his mother who would be no doubt prowling the streets and howling for him. Perhaps it wasn’t as easy as he had previously thought then.
After looking up for the hundredth time at yet another woman wandering the corridors of the children’s ward, Curran sighed and leant back in his seat, crossing his legs so that ankle of his right foot sat on the knee of his left. He thumbed through the magazine he had picked up from the counter, and wondered again why they sat here. Often time these magazines were left to decay and fade until a new batch came in, for he was pretty sure that anyone truly sat out here would be too worried or excited or sick to concentrate on the print in front of their eyes. Perhaps, he thought, they where there for people like him, those people who did not really fall into a category, or those people who handled their worry and emotions by sinking into something familiar, like the glossy pages of high fashion magazines. Or Nuts. Or maybe they were there simply to make the place seem a little less daunting, and a little more like home. Any one of these reasons could have been valid of course, but Curran liked the last one. Besides, it gave him something to read.
Not that most of the material he provided where to his liking. Most where fashion or good housekeeping, a few even comics aimed at the younger patrons of the children’s ward. So, Curran found himself reading a magazine about cars (as Nuts unfortunately was also out, giving the afore mentioned children in the children’s ward) when a nurse spoke to him.
He looked up, and smiled, nodding to tell her that yes, he was the one who brought the kid in, and yes, to the unanswered question of, was he waiting to make sure the kid was alright, and for his mother to arrive. He folded the magazine back together and put it down, letting his foot fall to the floor so he could stand – his mother had taught this boy to be polite... plus he didn’t like the feeling he got at the back of his neck when he was being talked down too (in the literal and metaphorical sense) and as such much preferred to be at eye level at least. Or on top. Whichever.
”Curran” He smiled, taking the nurses hand as he rose to his feet. In more familiar or comfortable situations, he might have brushed his lips atop of her knuckles, but given the current circumstances he settled for just shaking her hand. Besides, she was a lot older than he by the looks of it (she had a nursing degree for one) and it might not go down so well should she be married.
He flushed slightly at her words, shrugging the praise off. ”Well, I wasn’t going to leave him a bush now was I?” He smirked, and nodded at her request. ”Ye of course, what do you need to know?”
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Post by skylarnorrington on Dec 6, 2010 13:23:12 GMT -5
`underneath the {SKY} so blue.
[/font] When she had came out the young lad was reading a car magazine, she glanced over him he was younger then her, but only by a few years. It was very sweet of him to bring the boy in she had introduced herself, and he said his name was Curran. It was a name she had never heard before and it suited him. He seemed like a rather unique person if you asked Sky. Sky in a way was unique herself. She had so many questions unanswered about her past and her family. The family she lives with now adopted her, she really does like working with children and animals, and it does give her a change to meet some inspiring young children. They inspire her. She hates poking them with needles, but she does try to make it painless as possible using a little magic and the kids love her. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Curran. You have a unique name if I do say so myself. “ she said as she shook his hand.
He was a bit taller then her as he stood in front of her now. She had praised him about his heroics. He had rebutted with a remark about not leaving the child in a bush. She needed to know what happened and the surroundings so she could give those to the doctor and perhaps call the police once again with details so they could help located the parents. He could have escaped a sitter, got lost on the way to school. God knows. “It is lucky that you found him. He will be okay thanks to you. You got him here in time. We are trying to locate his parents or legal guardians now. I am sure they are worried sick about him.” She had stated which was obvious the parents had to be bugging out about their child. If she was missing a child, she knew she herself would be freaking out and out there trying to locate him.
“You said you found him in a bush. Where was this may I ask? Did he say anything to you before you brought him here?” Sky asked curious. They had what he was wearing and they were certain if he was, out there, longer he could have frozen to death or suffered something to fatal then he has now and the child was lucky to have found him. She didn’t have a pad of paper on her to write everything he says down, but would keep it all up there in her twisted head. She had a good memory when it came to things of children. “ I admire that you stuck around here. In most cases like this people just drop off the child and go about their day. You sir are a fine gentlemen.” It was the god’s truth she had seen cases like this before and people just go on their merry way and go to work. Did he have nowhere else to be as to why he is still here? It made her arch a brow a little curious. Curiosity often kills the kitty they say. “Would you like to sit with him when they get him all set up in a room?” He didn’t have to he could stay out here and wait for the parents if he wanted. She just figured he may like sitting with the boy he rescued.
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Wearing: Some Kitty Nursing Scrubs
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Post by Curran Aiden Pettelli on Dec 12, 2010 13:35:09 GMT -5
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Thanks” Curran smiled at her comment about his name. Curran liked his name, believing it to be one of the few things that made him stand out from the crowd of his peers. Of course, being part wolf helps with that, but he couldn’t tell most other people, and those that did know could do it as well, so it wasn’t exactly different. But yes, Curran liked his name, and he liked that it meant dagger, and he liked that not many people had it. But both he and his sister had names that weren’t exactly common, here in the states or back home in Rome. “My mom named me after a character in a book she liked at the time. Skylar is a pretty cool name, too” He wasn’t exactly sure why he was making small talk – but it was something Curran did well. He guessed it helped with working in a book shop, what with all the knocking up rapport with the customers and all, keep them coming back for the friendly service.
At her next words Curran scratched the back of his head. Curran, though he liked comments as much as the next person, who liked to flirt and tease and was generally a nice girl, was not a person who took actual compliments easily. At least, not serious ones – he wasn’t a hero. He’d seen a kid in a bush, and he’d bought him to the hospital – he had stayed to make sure he was ok, and would leave once he had seen the mother – not to talk to her, but just to know she was there, that the boy was ok, and that he would be taken care of. Again, he smiled, though somewhat sheepishly, glad to have the attention gone from any such actions of his and back to what had actually happened.
“Well, i’d gone for a jog this morning, like i do every day, and I was just paying more attention to what was going on around me than my route, because i know it pretty well, and I saw his sneaker sticking out of the bush. So i stopped, and i had a look and he was lying there, out cold. He looked pretty badly hurt and his breathing wasn’t great, so i checked his neck, picked him up and ran with him here – it was all i could do. If i rang an ambulance they wouldn’t have been able to get through – the track is for joggers and walkers only, and it was halfway through the woods. It would have taken too long.”
There, he caught his breath as the nurse spoke again, and again he smiled. “Ye... I would like that, thanks.” Curran liked kids – not in a way that meant he wanted any anytime soon, and the younger ones did his head in, but in a general way, kids were ok, and he would like to see this particular one before he left. And possibly tell him to stop climbing trees...
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