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xx l o c a t i o n - the infirmary
xx d i a l o g u e - #B56228
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Mia had awoken before many of the others in the infirmary, having only sustained swollen ribs and a bruised eyebrow bone, she had seemingly gotten off lightly compared to many of the other descendants. The nurses had laid her while unconscious on a daybed of sorts, needing the actual hospital beds for those more injured - such as Zachary. Since she came to before him, Mia had refused to leave his side, finding herself a seat at his bedside.
The nurses had tried to coerce her into having a shower and grabbing a change of clothes from her penthouse but Mia refused, watching as Zachary slept as the hours passed. She too tried to get some rest in, but her mind was too focused on the previous nights mayhem that she couldn't drift off. Eventually she was brought a pair of scrubs to put on in place of her badly battered and ripped outfit, since she refused to leave and get her own clothes.
Touching her eyebrow, she winces slightly, obviously she hadn't obtained any cuts or grazes from the fight, but that didn't mean she wouldn't have a nasty looking bruise. For now, it shone red and swollen, but Mia knew full well that by the end of the day it would have deepened to a gross yellowy purple.
Sighing, Mia turns her attention to the others in the room. Having never been to the infirmary before (why would she need to?) Mia found the stark white walls and almost overwhelming smell of cleaning solutions overpowering, contrasting the bruised and beaten faces of her friends, many still unconscious. Noticing that Tobias and Ross seemed to be awake, Mia almost wanted to go over and talk to them about what they had experienced last night, despite not being particularly close - or even really friends - with either of them.
However, before Mia is able to get up from her seat, she sees Tobias frantically calling out, asking about Petra. Mia hadn't seen the redhead at all since she'd been awake, which lead her to believe that perhaps she was taken along with the others. God, how many of them had Hydra gotten?
Watching Ross yank the drip from his arm and set off sprinting was shocking for Mia; she'd never seen him move so fast. What was he doing, did he really think that he could run after the helicraft? Mia knew full well that they were long gone. Mia's mind buzzed with so many questions, she wanted to immediately start searching for those that had been taken, but she couldn't bring herself to leave Zachary - wanting to be the first one he sees when he wakes up. Hopefully that would bring him some kind of comfort.
Looking back down at her friend she sighs once more, he had sustained quite a few injuries, including a couple broken ribs. Pushing a strand of his black hair from his face, Mia watches him sadly for a few moments, "Please be okay." She whispers, voicing her prayers out loud.
The nurses had tried to coerce her into having a shower and grabbing a change of clothes from her penthouse but Mia refused, watching as Zachary slept as the hours passed. She too tried to get some rest in, but her mind was too focused on the previous nights mayhem that she couldn't drift off. Eventually she was brought a pair of scrubs to put on in place of her badly battered and ripped outfit, since she refused to leave and get her own clothes.
Touching her eyebrow, she winces slightly, obviously she hadn't obtained any cuts or grazes from the fight, but that didn't mean she wouldn't have a nasty looking bruise. For now, it shone red and swollen, but Mia knew full well that by the end of the day it would have deepened to a gross yellowy purple.
Sighing, Mia turns her attention to the others in the room. Having never been to the infirmary before (why would she need to?) Mia found the stark white walls and almost overwhelming smell of cleaning solutions overpowering, contrasting the bruised and beaten faces of her friends, many still unconscious. Noticing that Tobias and Ross seemed to be awake, Mia almost wanted to go over and talk to them about what they had experienced last night, despite not being particularly close - or even really friends - with either of them.
However, before Mia is able to get up from her seat, she sees Tobias frantically calling out, asking about Petra. Mia hadn't seen the redhead at all since she'd been awake, which lead her to believe that perhaps she was taken along with the others. God, how many of them had Hydra gotten?
Watching Ross yank the drip from his arm and set off sprinting was shocking for Mia; she'd never seen him move so fast. What was he doing, did he really think that he could run after the helicraft? Mia knew full well that they were long gone. Mia's mind buzzed with so many questions, she wanted to immediately start searching for those that had been taken, but she couldn't bring herself to leave Zachary - wanting to be the first one he sees when he wakes up. Hopefully that would bring him some kind of comfort.
Looking back down at her friend she sighs once more, he had sustained quite a few injuries, including a couple broken ribs. Pushing a strand of his black hair from his face, Mia watches him sadly for a few moments, "Please be okay." She whispers, voicing her prayers out loud.
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xx l o c a t i o n - unknown
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When Cas came around, he couldn't understand where he was. Hunched up against a wall, all the pain of the previous night came back to him and Cas groaned in pain. His left eye was puffy and hard to open - something he could thank being hit in the face by the butt of a gun for. And why could he barely swallow, was he gagged?
Trying to talk he realised that no sound would come out, those clever bastards really knew what they were doing. Gagging him so he couldn't use his abilities against them. His hands were shackled to the wall, no matter how hard he pulled Cas was only human and could not break himself free.
It took Cas a solid few minutes to realise he was not alone in the dimly lit room, glancing around at unfamiliar faces until his eyes landed on her, Wren. What had come over him last night, why did he try so hard to save her? Cas didn't even know Wren, why did he feel the need to run after her like that?
Wren finally turned to look at him, confusion written all over her face. "I told you to hide," she whispers to him. "Are you ok?" Cas wished more than anything he could talk to her, and explain that he couldn't just watch them take her - or maybe he would just be a cocky asshole as usual - though having the ability to speak was a luxury the man had not been afforded. Instead all Cas could do was nod in response, feeling a pain in his neck as he does so from the awkward angle he had been placed in upon arrival.
He knew it was stupid to want to ask if she was okay, Wren Wilson could survive just about anything. Nevertheless, being fucking harpooned has got to have hurt. Cas knew that if he had just hidden then the Hydra soldiers would have taken him for another U.N. official and left him alone, but of course seeing his powers in action it was hard not to figure out he was Kilgrave's son. Now they were both stuck here together, shackled to the wall in a prison god knows where.
Cas' attention is taken from Wren by another woman, thrashing about in her restraints. Was that Frankie Parker? She was practically the poster girl for all things good and wholesome, the face of the mutant campaign. Watching the tears stream down her face, Cas very nearly rolls his eyes. Now was not the time for crying, now was the time for getting the fuck out of here. Of course, he couldn't help but feel a little bad for her too, sweetness practically radiated from her, if anyone deserved not to be here - it was Frankie Parker.
"Did anyone see what happened at the Academy?" She asks, before sighing deeply, "Please tell me no one died..." Cas wants to respond, but he can barely breathe. Whoever tied the gag around his mouth clearly has a personal vendetta against either him or his father because Cas was practically being choked by the thing.
Cas barely recognised anyone else, Poison Ivy's daughter was here, the one Wren had been talking to a mere few moments before everything kicked off. Most of the others were unfamiliar to him, I must brush up on my mutant knowledge Cas thinks to himself, trying to lighten his own depressing mood since he couldn't talk to comfort others.
Trying to talk he realised that no sound would come out, those clever bastards really knew what they were doing. Gagging him so he couldn't use his abilities against them. His hands were shackled to the wall, no matter how hard he pulled Cas was only human and could not break himself free.
It took Cas a solid few minutes to realise he was not alone in the dimly lit room, glancing around at unfamiliar faces until his eyes landed on her, Wren. What had come over him last night, why did he try so hard to save her? Cas didn't even know Wren, why did he feel the need to run after her like that?
Wren finally turned to look at him, confusion written all over her face. "I told you to hide," she whispers to him. "Are you ok?" Cas wished more than anything he could talk to her, and explain that he couldn't just watch them take her - or maybe he would just be a cocky asshole as usual - though having the ability to speak was a luxury the man had not been afforded. Instead all Cas could do was nod in response, feeling a pain in his neck as he does so from the awkward angle he had been placed in upon arrival.
He knew it was stupid to want to ask if she was okay, Wren Wilson could survive just about anything. Nevertheless, being fucking harpooned has got to have hurt. Cas knew that if he had just hidden then the Hydra soldiers would have taken him for another U.N. official and left him alone, but of course seeing his powers in action it was hard not to figure out he was Kilgrave's son. Now they were both stuck here together, shackled to the wall in a prison god knows where.
Cas' attention is taken from Wren by another woman, thrashing about in her restraints. Was that Frankie Parker? She was practically the poster girl for all things good and wholesome, the face of the mutant campaign. Watching the tears stream down her face, Cas very nearly rolls his eyes. Now was not the time for crying, now was the time for getting the fuck out of here. Of course, he couldn't help but feel a little bad for her too, sweetness practically radiated from her, if anyone deserved not to be here - it was Frankie Parker.
"Did anyone see what happened at the Academy?" She asks, before sighing deeply, "Please tell me no one died..." Cas wants to respond, but he can barely breathe. Whoever tied the gag around his mouth clearly has a personal vendetta against either him or his father because Cas was practically being choked by the thing.
Cas barely recognised anyone else, Poison Ivy's daughter was here, the one Wren had been talking to a mere few moments before everything kicked off. Most of the others were unfamiliar to him, I must brush up on my mutant knowledge Cas thinks to himself, trying to lighten his own depressing mood since he couldn't talk to comfort others.