accidental video :: afternoon day 74

[charring]

[No one likes shaky camera action but that's clearly what's going on. Whoever owns said device is either drunk or exhausted because the camera is all over the place right now.

There's a huff as the person trips, fumbling for a moment before they continue on.

No view of said owner yet. Just a sideways view of the houses as she passes them. They're very determined as they walk, not so much in a surefooted way. Just that they seem to know where they're going. It's somewhere near house ten that the person falls.

Rather...collapses and there's a brief shot of one Charlie McGee. She's fainted near her house after being missing for a couple days.


That's not good, is it?]


[ooc: Brigid will be getting Charlie in the house but if anyone wants to find her and keep an eye on her until Brigid arrives, since Charlie didn't tell many people where she lived? I don't mind threadjacking since Charlie won't answer for a while.]

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Actiony

[bostonhowler]

[Brigid can't stay in the house longer than an hour without feeling like she's going out of her skin. She wants to go to do to... something.

She's never been this restless before. It's driving her insane. She wants so much more.

But a familiar scent fills her nostrils as she steps out of the forest. Brigid is off in a second, looking for her friend, her room mate. Brigid skids to a stop next to the prone body.

Thankfully, with enhanced senses she can hear the girl's heartbeat, hear her breathing. She collapses to her knees next to the girl and touches her face.]

Charlie? Charlie, come on. Charlie, it's Brigid. Wake up, please?

[She looks around, but there's no one else here. Carefully, she picks the girl up and takes her into the house, stretching her out on a bed. A warm washcloth is fetched to clean Charlie's face.]

St. Raphael, lend your strength and wisdom and let me not injure my friend further. Speed her healing, and allow her to recover from whatever ordeal she has been through. Please.

[It's automatic. Someone is sick, pray to Raphael. It's so ingrained that she doesn't even think about the fact that he's here in the Cape.]

this is so late and I suck so badly and fuck I'm sorry

[servingmichael]

[ Prayers in such a small area always ring loud, those from the devote always ring loud, and those addressed to him always ring exceptionally loud - so Brigid might as well as shouted in his ear.

He looks for just a moment over the cape, before opening his wings and lands softly near-by. ]

What is this?

[bostonhowler]

[Brigid yelps and her eyes flash blue. But she just looks down at Charlie.]

I found her, outside, unconscious. I was running in the woods, and she's been gone a couple of days. I've been looking for her, but couldn't find her.

[servingmichael]

[ Raphael looks over Charlie, taking stock of her injuries. ]

Where did you find her?

[bostonhowler]

Not far from the house. A hundred feet or so maybe?

[She isn't very sure. Her hand gently wipes away dirt on Charlie's fingers.]

I smelled her when I came out of the woods.

[servingmichael]

[ He nods, a slight movement that's more a birdish bob than a human nod. ]

She'll be all right, she just needs rest. You know how to position someone who is unconscious?

[bostonhowler]

[She nods, finishing up cleaning up Charlie's face and hands.]

Uncle insisted we learn things like that. Even werewolves can be knocked out.

[charring]

[Charlie isn't a heavy sleeper, usually. The past few days, however, have been taxing and tiring and left her wanting to just stop. So, she did.

It's the light touch of Brigid and the voices that stir her. Thank God she knows those voices, otherwise this would be bad.

She simply opens one eye and looks at them both, sort of confused.]

How'd I get in here?

[servingmichael]

[ It wouldn't be all that bad - he wasn't Michael, but fire wouldn't hurt him, and he could protect Brigid. ]

Brigid brought you home.

[bostonhowler]

Charlie, stay put. Just... stay put, okay? I'm going to get you some water.

[Brigid dashes into the kitchen and gets a glass of water.]

Can you hold it? Can you tell us what happened?

[servingmichael]

I'll watch over her, she'll be fine.

[ But he let's Brigid fuss, understanding that some people need to. ]