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| Racheya | Jul 29 2007, 12:34 PM Post #601 |
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Greg feels the crucio brush past him as he steps to the side and dodged the spell. "How is it foolish? I don't care what happens as long as I make you pay for hurting Neva." He flicked his wand towards Tyler, sending another crucio in his direction. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Jul 29 2007, 12:37 PM Post #602 |
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Tyler is thrown backwards a little, collapsing to his knees as the crucio hits him in the chest. He bites his tongue to avoid swearing, studying the floor for a moment before standing shakily on his feet once more. "The bi*** deserved it. I was only treating her like the Dog she is. Besides, imperiusing her to give me a lap dance was extremely enjoyable on my part" he smirks. "SECTUMSEMPRA!" he shouts, watching deep welts appear on the man's stomach. |
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| Racheya | Jul 29 2007, 12:40 PM Post #603 |
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Greg didn't know what was worse. The pain from the curse or hearing what he had done to Neva. He got back to his feet and glared at the man. "You sick b******." He snarled running at Tyler, hands reaching to claw Tyler's face off. "I'LL KILL YOU FOR THIS!" He shrieked, his hands and feet raining blows wherever they could. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Jul 29 2007, 12:43 PM Post #604 |
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Tyler laughs maniacly as Greg attacks him, not showing the least bit of pain or indignity. He couldn't help but swear in his head when his wand is knocked under a bed however. He rolls his eyes, his nose feeling as though it had been shattered by Greg;s fist allows blood to flow freely across his face. "Fancy a cup of tea? I'm parched." he asks casually. |
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| Racheya | Jul 29 2007, 12:56 PM Post #605 |
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Greg stepped back from the man, glaring at him. "You sicken me." he spat, his wand trained on the now wandless Tyler. "I hope you enjoy Azkaban." Ropes escaped his wand, flying at Tyler. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Jul 29 2007, 12:58 PM Post #606 |
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Tyler couldn't help but laugh even more as the ropes flew at him. He quickly changes back into the Horse, neighing as the ropes just miss him. He charges forward, knocking Greg to the floor as he runs out of the room and down the hall. |
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| Racheya | Jul 29 2007, 01:08 PM Post #607 |
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Greg gives a small yelp of pain as he is knocked to the floor. He gets back to his feet, but Tyler had already gone. He gives a groan and sits back down on the chair, the sorrow and hurt coming back. "I'll get him." He grumbled. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Jul 29 2007, 01:11 PM Post #608 |
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------------ During the long, almost endless evening, Neva's heart failed four more times. Each time it took Wilson longer to bring her back. But by the dawn hours she was still fighting away. As the sun begins to break through the horizon, one could have sworn the smallest of smiles had crept onto her face withthe coloours illuminating the room. |
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| Racheya | Jul 29 2007, 01:32 PM Post #609 |
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Greg had felt like his heart was failing each time Neva's had. He refused to fall alseep, sitting wearily by her bed, keeping vigil over her. He wanted to sleep but couldn't help but think that if he DID sleep, it would be in those moments of unconciousness that Neva would die in. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Jul 29 2007, 01:38 PM Post #610 |
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Wilson walks over to Neva's bed for her hourly check up, unable to keep the surprise from his face. She was still fighting away. It was proof to him of how strong Neva actually was. But of course, her life leading up to that moment had been proof of that already. He frowns a little when he notices her breathing losing its rhythm. He takes a tube, connected to a machine by her bed, and a metal instrument that looked as though it had a hook attached. Standing at the head of her bed her gently places the instrument inside her mouth to guide him as he pushed the tube down her throat. Removing, the instrument, he flicks on the breathing machine, Neva's chest beginning to rise and fall softly as it relies on the machine for oxygen. "It shouldn't be long now" Wilson sighs, sitting down in a seat beside Greg. Like his friend, he hadn't allowed himself to sleep either for fear of being unavailable should he be needed. ooc: I'm not killing her off lolz. |
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| Racheya | Jul 29 2007, 01:42 PM Post #611 |
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"She'll get through it." Greg said quietly to Wilson. "Neva's been through too many close calls to be killed now." It had always seemed that no matter how many times she was crucioed, stabbed and taken a swing at, Neva was indestructible. She got through anything, and now she was failing... she couldn't. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Jul 29 2007, 01:45 PM Post #612 |
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Wilson leans back in his chair a little, leaning his head back as he rubs his head with his hands. "Well maybe this is the straw to break the Camel's back" he muses, watching the woman as she lays unconscious. She looked oddly peaceful, more so than she had looked in a long time. And she always had that err of peace and free spirit about her. It was one of the things that made her incredibly endearing. It didn't surprise him in the slightest that so many people held her in such a high regard. |
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| Holmesian Feline | Jul 29 2007, 07:58 PM Post #613 |
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After leaving Luna and Beck in the maternity ward, Kat stopped by the private ward to check on things. Slowly approaching Greg and Wilson after taking a glance at Neva, she asked quietly, "How is she?" With everything that had happened, in Greece and here she was quite worried for her friend even thou she knew Neva was a fighter. |
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| Racheya | Jul 29 2007, 08:40 PM Post #614 |
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"She's not good." Greg mumbled, it was hard accepting that maybe Neva was loosing the fight for once. Neva was always the winner and always come out on top, maybe Wilson was right, maybe he should just let her go and accept the chance that MAYBE, Neva wasn't invincible. OOC: Really sorry about not replying earlier, all my fault :( |
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| Holmesian Feline | Jul 29 2007, 08:54 PM Post #615 |
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"Oh," was all Kat could get out as she collapsed into the nearest chair, her head lowered as sadness and wearyness took over. She didn't even notice her visitor's pass from Azkaban was still attached to her robes. ooc: :P ok .....had to throw that last in so Greg gets a hint. |
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| Racheya | Jul 29 2007, 09:00 PM Post #616 |
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Greg looked away from Neva to Kat, his eyes landing on a visitors pass to Azkaban, he immediately perked up. "Why've you been to Azkaban?" He asked wondering what buisness Kat had in such a place. OOC: Lolz :D |
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| Holmesian Feline | Jul 29 2007, 09:07 PM Post #617 |
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Kat involuntarily shivered as Greg mentioned Azkaban, still not over the cold depressy feeling she felt from the dementors for even the short time she was there. "Luna.." she replied softly, "in labor....sent for....she's under guard in the maternity wards after giving birth," she added, not bearing to look up but rather at her lap. |
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| Racheya | Jul 29 2007, 09:10 PM Post #618 |
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"Oh." Greg normally would have stormed over there to see Luna, or at least barked a load of orders about keeping an eye on her then grumble for a while about how bloody insane she was, but he couldn't leave Neva. Not for nobody, especially not Luna. "Just keep a watch on her." He paused, "Have they taken the baby from her yet?" He knew that the child would be taken from Luna, the sooner they got the baby away from the nutter the better Greg thought. |
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| Holmesian Feline | Jul 29 2007, 09:16 PM Post #619 |
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Kat nodded at his orders but didn't move. "Beck should be handling that, if not by now then shortly." |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Jul 30 2007, 04:36 AM Post #620 |
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Slowly, Neva begins to feel her awareness of her surroundings increase little by little. She couldn't open her eyes, barely having the strength to think, so resigns herself to listening to the voices in the room. She's not good Was he talking about her? She could believe that. His voice sounded so faint and distant, as though at any moment she would just slip away from it completely. She was slowly becoming aware of a large tube down her throat. No wonder she couldn't talk! But of course, her lungs had obviously just succumbed before her dwindling heart. It was quite odd reeling off everything that was going to pot for her. She couldn't help but wonder what was going to fail her next. Was it really the end for her? |
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| Lady Marmalade | Jul 30 2007, 07:08 AM Post #621 |
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Diane stopped at the door of the ward slightly out of breath. If felt like all of the rest that she had was slowly draining away the more she did, but she was to worried about Neva. Looking around the room she saw Wilson, Greg, and Kat all in the room. "How Neva?" she said from the door. Her legs for some reason didn't want to move any closer. She lead against the frame of door to slowly catch her breath and to settle herself before she ended up over doing it again. The last thing she wanted was to end up in a hospital bed. |
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| Racheya | Jul 30 2007, 07:08 AM Post #622 |
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"Poor kid having that THING in it's genes." Greg sighed, the last thing the world needed was another Moore. He couldn't imagine Luna giving her child away easily, Beck had her hands full. His eyes moved back to Neva, wondering if she even knew that he was there with her. Probably not, Greg thought. He was then brought back to reality by Diane. "She's... not so good." He said, for some reason his voice was shaky, as if every time he said it out loud it delt another blow to his heart. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Jul 30 2007, 07:11 AM Post #623 |
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Wilson looks up from his reverie when he hears an all too familiar noise, coming from Neva's heart monitor. He sighs, standing up and walking over to her. He begins the usual routine of spells and such, frowning as they don't appear to be working. "Come on Neva. You're stronger than this" he hisses as he throws his wand to the side and begins muggle CPR. The wand obviously wasn't working for her. |
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| Lady Marmalade | Jul 30 2007, 07:21 AM Post #624 |
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She continued to stand in the door, leaning on the frame. Still her legs didn't want to carry her closer afraid of what she might see. Diane swallowed trying to rid herself of the lump that had formed into her throat after hearing what Greg said. "What-happen-to-her?" she found herself asking dreading all of the possible answer they could reply. All she knew was that Neva was kidnapped and that was about it. Tears filled her eyes as she stood there in stock, watching Wilson. |
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| Racheya | Jul 30 2007, 07:25 AM Post #625 |
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"I'm not quit--quite sure but a man, Tyler I think his name was, kidnapped her and when we got there sh--she was in this condition, I don't kn--know what he did." Greg grumbled, not mentioning that Tyler had said he had forced her to give him a lapdance, he couldn't bear to think about it let alone say it. |
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