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The Galley
Topic Started: Jun 12 2009, 07:51 PM (921 Views)
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The galley is made up of white walls, one long steel island, and several small ones on wheels to make more space. There's a stainless steel counter to the left with a sink in the middle and many untensils are on the centered island scattered about. Others are in vase like holders on the various other counters.
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Alessa had spent all the time in her room, after seeing the body on the chandelier. She didn`t want to be there again, she couldn`t handle it. Her eyes were red from all the crying she did, as she cried every time she heard a scream in the hallway. People were being killed again and she just didn`t want to know any of it.

But hunger got to her at last and she wandered around, trying to find something eatable, something that wouldn`t turn into maggots.

She put a strand of her hair behind her ear, her fingers shaking violently. That was when she heard the ticking. And she didn`t have to think twice to figure out what it was. Shaking her head she found her eyes teary as she sank to the ground and put her hands over her ears. "No no no no no..." she murmured, trying to block it all out.
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Poor Daphne Raziel could hardly take the stress. Now she had sat in the galley drinking from a very expensive looking wine bottle and passing it occasionally to Nikolas Ricci. Oh she knew he shouldn't have it, but she didn't think otherwise.

It was a mere few minutes later when Nikolas didn't so well. Suddenly his coughs became gasps for air and then? The wine bottle shattered upon impact with the floor and Daphne was in the same state. Oh my....someone better hurry...
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Hearing some sound Alessa quickly jumped up and saw two people. Well... not in such a good state. First of all she wanted to turn around and run, not have anything to do with it. Just... get the hell out of it.

But then she couldn`t actually leave them. Running to them she dropped on her knees and looked down at the girl. "SOMEONE HELP!!!" she screamed out, desperately.
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Keeley ran into the galley, but she had expected to see more adults she didn't know, or older kids like the one blonde girl who had been in her room. Never, ever, did she think she would see someone familiar. Family, almost, even though she would never want that.

The pressure on her chest was unbelievable, and she found herself forgetting to breathe, then pulling in gulps that seemed to give her nothing, a cycle again, and again. And then she ran to Niko, her hands on his face, journal forgotten somewhere on the floor.

He was on the floor, among the glass that she was ignoring, and that sweet, sticky, wine all over the place. She didn't care though. As much as she hated Niko, and hated what he did to her, she didn't want him to die. He didn't deserve to die on a boat that she hadn't even known he was on.

The other lady she ignored, she was too busy trying to get Niko to breathe. His skin was grey, and he was staring at her, his eyes constricting.

"Niko, merlindamnit!" Yes, she just cussed, but it was something she'd heard and never used before. The situation seemed to warrent it.

"Niko!"

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Her barefeet pounded the ground, her hot hand still clamped around the antidote. An antidote? That little glass vial was all that was standing between two people and death. And she could see firmly who, the moment she walked in...seconds behind a running little girl. Keeley. Tanya couldn't...do this. She couldn't pick one of them.

They were both so young, too. Should she ask for names? How the hell was she supposed to choose? Her own mouth was clamped shut, her movements brisk and swift. She wasn't looking at Keeley. She couldn't...there was no outside influence whatsoever. Her mind was locked on the goal; she could save one of them.

Not both. Never both.

But one was better than nothing. A measured loss, a calculated risk. She was desperate to cheat the game somehow- split the antidote in a glass, save even a few drops. Use the bezeor for the other one. Something at all, it was a breath of life.

She was going to be using that whiskey for herself, wasn't she? And Tanya didn't drink. It's not that she didn't have more than one glass at parties; Tanya Isabel Swann Daniels did not drink. So why was she grabbing a glass? Why was leaning against the counter, her knuckles white, her lips wet? Nerves? To steady herself? She poured the glass.

She left it there, full.

Snapping her purse open, she sat down between them both and said firmly,

"What have you been drinking?"

If she had the antidote with her too...
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Those poor souls were trying to get much needed oxygen into their lungs and only getting tiny breaths of it. Both of them were overtaken by fear because who knew which one would make it and which wouldn't...

Miss Raziel grabbed hold of Tanya's arm tightly but she didn't say a word. She tried and it was a mere squeak. It wasn't possible.

Their faces were starting to turn colors and before long they would both surely not be of the living...
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Alessa watched it all, clear fear all over her face. She should have stayed inside her room, she shouldn`t have left. Why was she even on the boat? Damn it, she couldn`t believe that it all was happening again, that she was there to witness it.

Pulling backwards she did so until her back bumped into a counter. Clapping a hand over her mouth to stop herself from crying loudly she kept shaking her head, her eyes not being able to leave the two people on the ground. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and she just couldn`t take it, but couldn`t make herself move.
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Tanya had been trained to deal with death. Patients had been lost to her before. You were trained to be detached, to save yourself from getting attached. The problem was that Tanya had never listened to those lectured. She believed that compassion was central to a Healer's life. Maybe it was crazy. Maybe it was stupid beyond words. She'd gotten into healing to save lives. Not for the power (not that she didn't have a god complex as well)-- not for the money, or fame, or because her parents were both world class surgeons and she'd been breathing medicine as long as she'd been alive. No, Tanya had attended medical school to learn how to save lives.

Look where that had gotten her.

As the girl wrapped her hand around Tanya's arm, Tanya froze for a second. The grip was too weak. She knew that grip was too weak. Her chest felt rather as though it was going to implode, but she put her free hand around the girls hand and looked up.

Treage. The most critical patients first. And this girls face had twisted; it was past blue, and was headed to straight white. Her gasps were feeble. Tanya knew it was a ridiculous reason to choose someone, when they both were clearly in critical condition- but it was practice. It was the way it went.

That fact made her breathe a lot easier. Without thinking about it, without letting herself stay detached, she'd squeezed her hand, nodded, and then used both hands to crack open her patients lips. Within moments, she'd slid the entire potion expertly down her throat, and then pried open her hand.

It was suicide, she supposed, but she then snapped open her purse and had located that tiny little stone she had with her. She knew it wouldn't work. It still was the only shot Tanya thought she had. And she would not live with herself if she hadn't done everything she could to save both of them. So she shoved open his lips as well, and had forced the tiny bezeor down his throat before anyone could say anything.

Her knees buckled under her so that she was sitting on her heels, her scarlet-stained dress sprawled out awkwardly, her purses contents spilling on the floor. There were no tears spilling down Tanya's cheeks. Her breathing was steady. Her knuckles were white, but there were no regrets about inability to get there in time. If she thought what she'd done through, Tanya wasn't sure she'd be standing back up. So there were no tears, no gasps-- there was no noise at all escaping her.

As a healer, Tanya had been trained to deal with death.
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My my what a terrible sight, but the thing is a choice had been made and it was over...

Daphne slowly started to breathe normally and the color in her face was coming back to normal. Nikolas on the other hand gasped for air one last time as his deadened eyes looked at Keels who held his face between her little hands. That was Nikolas Ricci's last breath...

The poor boy went entirely limp as all life left him, and really the only thing holding him up was Keels...
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Keels knew, when instead of liquid, some kind of stone was forced past Niko's lips, that it was over. There was no anger in that. She didn't begrudge the lady saving the other girl. Like the man had said, it was life, right? Just another person gone from her life. At least this time she knew what had happened. And she didn't have to marry him, all good things?

She didn't feel relieved.

She had ended up hovering over him, knees on either side of him as she tried to help him breathe, tried to make it easier for him. It was frightening to feel his skin grow colder with the colors it was changing. Much, much more frightening than watching someone be brutally murdered. That at least was fast, right? Pain, and then numbness. This, this hurt. She could literally see and feel his life slipping past her fingers.

She knew exactly when it was really over.

Still, Keels leaned down, kissing his cheek, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him to her as she rocked back and forth, tears finally falling from her eyes in complete silence. She would not make noise, other than the shuddering, gasping breaths that continued the painful sobbing.

Keels wouldn't lie; she never loved him. Never thought of him as a friend. But she made the connection to her sister, and her sister had no one to hold her as she died. Keels couldn't have been there for her sister, and it was in a situation similar to this that she had died. So because Keels couldn't be there for her sister, she was there for Niko. She held him, as he died, and the warmth of his body left him.
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Daphne pulled her dress further down with shaking hands as it had rode up when she fell to the floor. Her breathing was evening out and finally she didn't feel so close to death. She didn't bother to look at Niko, she just shut her eyes to gather her thoughts before she stood up slightly unbalanced.

"I can't answer your questions," she said, speaking to anyone in that galley as she walked over to the cabinet she had sat with her back to. Upon opening it she took out a very vital tool that she held in her hand and extended it to whomever wanted to take it. "I don't know anything. I just know what I was told."

Wire cutters. A little pair with a bright red handle...

Daphne advertered her gaze to the floor.
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She sat entirely numb as he slipped away. She knew the bezeor wouldn't work. She'd known that since the beginning. Still, she'd had to try, Dammit all, she had had to try.

Tanya was only dimly aware that she did know his name after all. That Keeley was crying it, and holding him. That was secondary, because right then, Tanya had a patient who was alive to worry about. She had someone who was alive, several actually. So that was her priority, even when she saw the wirecutters. Even when she realized what they were for.

That 'mysterious' ticking noise. The bomb.

Shaking, she shoved her hair back and shook her head. No. No she couldn't do that right now. She had to take her back to where Risa, and Ella, and Jordan were. Take care of those bruises, keep Ella warm, keep Jordan still. Her list of things to do continued to grow, didn't they?

Breathing heavily, she was about to let the vial fall to the ground, when she realized that she didn't want to get rid of anything that might be able to be used. Therefore she closed her hand aroudn it again, slipped it -- and her purses contents--back into the purse, and shook herself slightly.

All right. Okay. She was saved.

"Okay." She said quietly and firmly. "Okay, let's just go. Okay."

She was staring at those wirecutters, not sure exactly what to do with them. And Keeley...
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Daphne set the wire cutters on the floor and then started to side step her way to the two double doors that would get her out.

"I don't know where you're going, but it's not where I am."

Her expression had changed; She didn't look hurt or upset, instead she looked more reserved and angry. Daphne was grateful she had been saved of course, but she gathered up the bottom of her dress in her hand and left the galley.
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The tears were just going to have to be part of usual actions, at this point. She couldn't stop, they just continued to slide down her cheeks in rivers, even after she stopped whispering his name, even after she stopped crying out the pain, the emotional pain...

People weren't kidding when they said your heart could be broken, she found. Hers wasn't, but there was a sharp pain, right where people always said your heart was. Her heart, her big, naive, trusting, compassionate heart was hurting, and it wasn't going to stop. Not for a while.

Keels finally laid him back down and got up, for Niko was heavy and there was nothing else she could do. Holding a cold body wasn't warming her up any, but her cold numbness might have just been from shock.

She tried to wipe away her tears with the back of her hand, but they continued to fall, making no progress at all in having a clear face, and she picked up the journal, the gloves sitting just inside the cover, and took the wirecutters from Daphne.

Keels didn't want to talk to either her or Tanya at the moment, and so she just left.
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Tanya tilted her head after the girl that stalked out on her. "Your welcome." Tanya rolled her eyes slightly, unnerved by the utter lack of caring and then- shaking- she stood up, reached for a table cloth, and fluttered it over Niko.

Then, she slapped down her hands on the counter, leaning on them, her own face white as she looked at the glass. She gritted her teeth hearing the "congratulations" from the voice on the intercom, and shook her head. Her hands pressed so tightly into the marble that she was surprised she wasn't leaving little marks. Pain. Suffering.

Taking one hand out- she picked up the glass, toasted to the intercom, and said firmly,

"I don't want your thanks." And then downed it. Bon voyage to the firewhiskey. Bon voyage.

Gasping from the sudden burn, she then ran her hand through her hair once more, set the glass down on the table with a firm chink!, and exited. .
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