forum A Random Rp?

Started August 14, 2019 by @Simon-Says

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"Charlotte, I'm a little more concerned with blood loss. He's breathing, and he's breathing clean. But if I don't stop this bleeding, he is going to die." he replied, keeping his focus on the cloth pressed to Aster's chest.

"I'm aware of that! Just - fine. I'm going to see if anyone else is dead," she said more calmly than before. She took a deep breath and left the carriage.

The other three guards had gathered into a tight formation around the carriage. All had sustained wounds, though none were as serious as Aster's. The horses were plunging and whinnying, eyes rolling back in their heads, desperate to escape the blood and fighting.
Quin sighed, and kept working.

Charlotte quickly scanned the area as she closed the carriage door behind her. She couldn't see the renegades, so she stood near the carriage and continued looking.

One of the other guards looked at her. "Miss Charlotte, please stay in the carriage. We will be underway in a minute." he said.

Charlotte scowled and turned around back to the carriage. Wonderful. Now I can be useless everywhere, she thought as she opened the door.

The guards kept fighting.

Charlotte closed the door behind her and sat on a bench. Her eyes were trained on the window.

Quinn kept working. "Aster, keep your eyes open, and focused on me." He ordered. "If you pass out, you might not wake up."
Aster let out a soft grunt, trying to do as Quinn ordered. His skin was pale. Far too pale, and there was blood staining his clothes, the bench, Quinn, everywhere.

Charlotte dared to glance over and paled even more, holding back tears. This was her fault. And she couldn't even do anything to help.

(i gtg soon)

Quinn kept working. "Charlotte, I need your help." He said, without looking up. "I need you to come over here, hold his hand, and talk to him. Keep him grounded so he doesn't pass out on us." He commanded, still working on stopping the bleeding.

Charlotte looked over and took a deep breath before reaching over to take Aster's hand. "What on earth am I supposed to talk about?" She asked anxiously.

"Anything, everything. Just keep his attention on you, and don't let him close his eyes. Slap him if you have to, just don't let him pass out right now." Quinn replied, applying pressure to the wound.
Aster blinked.

Charlotte took a deep breath. "Okay. Okay. Er, I went to London once, with my parents. Before everything. And I got lost outside. But this huge tower, I thought it could reach the sky, towered over the entire city. It's a giant clocktower, covered in lights, and, being me, I followed it. I wanted to see the city from on top of it. And - I don't remember very well, this was a long time ago. But I remember trying to get to the top of the tower, because I thought the world would look better from up there, and it didn't, and I - Aster. You aren't looking at me," she said sternly.

Aster blinked slowly, dragging his eyes to her and struggling to focus. His breathing was shallow and fast, his eyes flickering with the effort to keep them open.
Quinn kept working. The bleeding was slowing, but hadn't yet stopped.

"Listen. Are you listening? I was 6 years old. And I hid in the bushes by the door to the tower until the guard changed and I opened the door with my magical witch powers, and I went up. But I'm absolutely mentally incapacitated, and I almost fell into a gear and was crushed. I almost lost my arm, but they fixed it, and now I have this wicked scar," she pushed back her sleeve to show him.

Aster blinked, trying to focus on the scar. His breaths came heavy and strained.
Quinn kept working.

Charlotte tapped her foot and took several deep breaths before continuing. "My brother had a parrot when we were small, and we never knew where it came from. And she would say 'sorry' whenever she looked at me, and we'd no idea why," she shook her head while talking. "This isn't helping!" She choked out to Quinn.

Quinn shook his head. "It's just giving him something to focus his brain on other than the fact that he's in a lot of fucking pain!" He replied, pressing harder to get the blood flow to stop.
Aster let out a strangled cry at the pressure, squeezing Charlotte's hand.

Charlotte gently squeezed his hand back. "Alright. Alright. When we were small, we liked to pick flowers and being them inside so our mother could see them. Sometimes we picked flowers the bees wanted, and we got stung. But they were so pretty, and we couldn't leave them, because they made our mother happy. We had whole rainbows of flowers," she took another breath.

Aster's breathing was shaky, but he kept his eyes focused on Charlotte, listening as best he could.
Quinn kept working. The carriage lurched into motion again.

Charlotte flinched at the motion. "My mother liked to go outside a lot, but she was too sick to do anything, and we felt bad for her. So one day, we covered her entire room in flowers and she came in and cried and we were scared we made her sad but then she said they were happy tears," Charlotte looked up at the ceiling briefly and blinked quickly.

Aster took a breath. "Mother… Alice." He said slowly, each word sounding strained and full of pain. "Why sick?"

Charlotte shushed him. "You're not allowed to talk. She was crazy, or… not crazy. But then she wasn't just crazy, and she couldn't breathe very well. Not sure what happened to her, they took her away."

Aster swallowed, and nodded slightly. "Sorry…" He whispered. He knew sort of what that was like.
Quinn sighed softly, and kept working. The carriage was rattling along faster than it ever had before, getting them to safety.