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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2013 23:39:10 GMT -8
| As he expected, she was resisting; hammering her fists into his back (not very hard, he had to admit), and kicking her legs. He could only roll his eyes slightly and keep moving. “No.” He answered, bluntly. There was no point making a scene of lifting her over his shoulder, only to end up putting her back on her feet before they'd reached their destination on the other side of the room. “And geeze, mind where you're kicking; there's other people around.” She probably didn't need reminding of that – if she was aware of the rest of the casino's customers as much as he was, then she'd know that there were several pairs of eyes on the two of them – almost every pair of eyes in the room, in fact. Some were shrugging it off (or at least trying to) and diverting their gazes, others were nice enough to continue to stare... And, well, if they were going to stare, the least Marko could do was give them a good show. He straightened his back and grinned, giving acknowledging nods to anyone watching as he passed them by. He might have burst out laughing at the expressions on some of their faces, had he not been carrying someone over his shoulder, who he'd just told he wouldn't drop.
Once he'd reached the edge of the stage, he didn't exactly where to go next. The dressing rooms were probably off to the side somewhere; though he could see a door next to the stage area, he didn't know if that lead the right way for sure. “Ah, hey, we're at the stage.” He said, in case she wasn't able to see from that angle. “Where now?” He came to a halt, wanting her answer before he decided what to do next. | Words: 302
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2013 6:07:52 GMT -8
"....Through the door is a hallway that leads to the dressing rooms..." she said softly, just looking at the floor. She really didn't have anything better do to in her current situation. She couldn't exactly look around the room, since she would surely meet pairs of eyes staring at her.
By now, her abdomen probably hurt more than her feet. A shoulder wasn't the most comfortable place to have your stomach on, the trip over only made the feeling a bit worse. At least she would be let down soon...
'Wait, I...probably shouldn't let him just...take me back there. Besides, what would e-everyone else think? Surely it wouldn't look good... A-And what of the girls wh-who didn't see me fall? They would p-probably think way differently of m-my situation... she thought. He already said he wouldn't put her down, and she figured the answer would stay the same if she just asked again. Though, it couldn't hurt to try...
"I...I'm not supposed to...l-let people back there, so...you can j-just let me off here..." She kept her gaze focused on the ground, not once changing it. It's not like she could see his face from there and look him right at the eye, so she had to look somewhere. Frankly, she would rather see the floor than stare at his butt the whole time. Of course, there were probably women who would do just the opposite of her.
"I do appreciate you t-taking me this far, but I r-really don't think you sh-should be going back there. So if you c-could just set me down..." Her voice trailed off. It felt as if she was talking to a wall. Of course he would say no once more, probably insisting that it would be best to just go all the way instead of leaving her halfway.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2013 3:13:27 GMT -8
| He eyed the door again. So down there was a hallway leading to the dressing rooms? He supposed he might as well have taken her there, but she had said she wasn't really allowed to let people backstage... At least, that's what he heard her say... Huh. Well, the worst they could do was throw him out of the casino.
“I'd let you go here, but... You do still have glass in your feet.” He headed for the door regardless of what she had said. Maybe there'd be a first aid kit somewhere backstage and he could have her feet wrapped up and taken care of before management found out anything about this incident.
He shoved the door open with his free hand, speaking again only once he was in the hallway and the noise from the rest of the casino was muffled. “Look...” He began, his tone of voice more serious, now. “I know this might sound like bullshit, but I'm a doctor.” Well, the way he put it, that did sound like bullshit; like it was an excuse he'd pulled off the top of his head to stop her from refusing his help. “Like, a real doctor. With an actual legal medical license and all.” He continued, though that probably wouldn't have helped much either. He nodded his head a bit, disapprovingly, at his own slightly dumb choice of words there. “Just trust me, okay? I'm not some idiot who doesn't know what he's doing, or is just doing this to cause trouble.” When he usually said that, it was intended to be taken with a grain of salt, but in this case, he was being entirely honest. Why else would he have gone to all that effort? | Words: 290
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She heard the door open, then close behind them. Oh, great, now what was she supposed to do? She would have tried to push him out, but there were a few things that kept her from doing so. One, she was being carried. Not much she could do when on his shoulder. Two, she had glass in her feet. And finally, three, he was not only taller than her, but probably weighed more than her was well. So all she could do was hope that he would listen to her.
He was a doctor? Athena found that a bit hard to believe. She didn't care if he was who he said he was, she couldn't let him back there. Yeah, it was a nice that he helped her over there, but she could manage the rest of the way fine enough. "D-Doctor or not, you still can't be back h-here." She began lightly hitting his back again.
"I-I could lose my j-job if they found out. A-And I would rather not t-take the risk..." she went on. She glanced around, hoping everyone went back to what they were doing. By now, a few of them have, but there were still many eyes on her. 'This....won't end well, surely.....' she thought, diverting her gaze.
This was so embarrassing. She had no idea what they thought of what was really happening. She was curious as to what could be going through their heads, since she was worried about what it could be. What would she even think if she saw one of her co-workers being carried to the dressing rooms?
...Now that she thought about it, the other didn't know she was a showgirl. He could have figured it out by now, yeah, but if he didn't it was all the more reason to keep him out. "Really, just l-let me down." His kindness was getting a bit annoying now. It was still nice, but he didn't have to keep insisting. He could just give in and let her follow her wishes.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2013 0:21:38 GMT -8
| “They're not gonna kick you out of a job, just 'cause a trained medic ended up going somewhere he shouldn't have otherwise to help you.” He tried not to sound condescending, but that was becoming a difficult thing to avoid, now. “I'll set you down when I find somewhere for you to sit.” His eyes scanned the hallway as he continued forwards. “And don't worry, I won't be heading into the dressing rooms to do that.” Walking carelessly into a place where women got changed? That really would be overstepping the boundaries, even for Marko.
He wondered if the casino even had any back rooms assigned to incidents like this; if they had anyone who actually worked on-site trained in first aid. Well, regardless of whether there was or not, he could handle a small injury like hers; he just needed bandages of some variety.
In the hallway, luckily enough, there was a table against a wall. He didn't know how far they were from the dressing rooms themselves, but since she was complaining about being carried so much, he supposed this far was good enough. He slid her off his shoulder again, setting her down so she was sitting on the table's surface.
“There, you're down. Happy now?” He flashed a knavish grin at her. “You're probably the first to complain about me doing that. Maybe I'm losing my touch.”
Upon quickly remembering why he was there, he glanced around the room again, walking a few yards away from the table. He'd left her in a part of the hallway that didn't seem to have too many other people passing by, and so to approach someone else, he had to head back the way he came for a moment – until he stopped a young woman, who also appeared to be a member of the casino's staff, nearby. “Excuse me, does this place have any first aid kits lying around at all?” | Words: 323
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Athena slightly sighed in relief. She would have died if had to go all the way to the dressing rooms. She was sent on the table, much to her delight. At least she wouldn't have to let herself fall. That would have been painful...
She crossed her arms to keep from rubbing her abdomen. "First to complain? How c-can someone not complain? W-Were they unconscious or something?" she asked. Surely they had to be, since the trip over was uncomfortable. Unless he carried them some other way...
She glanced around, not really seeing anyone else around. Well, at least no one would go and snitch. Or rather, see her and wonder how she got there with injured feet and without leaving a trail of blood on the floor. How was she supposed to answer answer a question like that? She couldn't exactly say that someone carried her back there, now could she?
Well, she could, but no telling what reaction she would get out of that.
She opened her mouth to speak, but the man was already walking away. Where was he going? She frowned and crossed her legs. No use trying to leave if there was some sort of chance that he was going to come back. If he didn't, well, she could wait for someone else to pass by and give her aid.
She turned her attention to her feet. The cuts were stinging, but the bleeding seemed to slow down a bit. Well, not much she could do now, all she could do was sit and wait, no matter how long that would take.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2013 1:15:22 GMT -8
| He half-expected the sceptical look he received from the woman, but he explained the situation and made sure to make her aware of his occupation as well. Whether she believed it off-hand was another thing, but she agreed and off she went to fetch what he'd requested – the first-aid kit he'd asked for initially, a bowl of warm water and a pair of tweezers, if possible. He was glad she left without an argument or much questioning other than the expression on her face – he just hoped now that she wouldn't be hindered in getting those items somehow. He really needed them as soon as possible, so he could remove the glass and have done with this mishap.
Marko returned to the table on which Athena was seated, sighing, and leaning against the wall with his arm. “All we can do is wait, for the moment. Anyway, I'll do my best, but you should go see your own doctor as soon as possible, too.” That was just routine advice, something he was used to giving out regardless of the situation; whether she actually took note of it or not was another matter altogether, and one that was out of his control. Once he was done there and had left the casino, it was no longer his duty to take care of her.
He moved around, leaning his back against the wall, now. “And to answer your question, no – they weren't all unconscious.” | Words: 278
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She was a bit surprised when he came back. It would have been easier just to leave her there. Why was he so insistent on giving help? She was perfectly capable of doing it herself...well, to some extent. She had to hands, didn't she? It's not like she had some disability that prevented her from doing it, excluding her injured feet.
...Who was she kidding? She was practically useless.
"That's a surprise. Then you m-must have carried them in a more comfortable way, right? Surely you don't just carry e-everyone over your shoulder, do you?" she asked, not commenting to his suggestion about seeing her own doctor. She'd rather not go, since she would probably have to ask her brother to take her. Even more so, he would probably ask questions she couldn't answer. It would be safer to just head home right after this...if she could even make it out the door, or rather, halfway down the hallway.
She fell silent, keeping her gaze on her feet. She really didn't have anything else to say at the moment. Any attempts to turn down his aid will just be ignored, and if he already went this far to help her, she could at least let him finish it. Besides, she couldn't really go anywhere with all that glass in her feet. 'Maybe I should wait in my dressing room for a while after this...' The thought did seem rather tempting. Rest sounded fairly good, and she couldn't work in her current state.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2013 11:36:23 GMT -8
| “Not everyone.” He rolled the shoulder he'd carried her over, cracking it. “I carry them how I can. It was easier to carry you – with your kicking and protesting – over my shoulder, is all.” He grinned at her again. “If I'd have carried you in my arms or something, you'd probably have wriggled out and hit the floor. Which would've hurt you, and made me look like a total moron.”
He jumped for a moment then, feeling a vibration in his pocket. An upbeat tune, familiar to him but probably not familiar to anyone not from the Balkan region, emerged from the same source, and he reached into his pocket to find that his phone was ringing. Or, more specifically, as the screen showed him, Zlatko was ringing. Great. He frowned and glanced back over to the woman. “S'cuse me a minute.” He pressed his thumb to the phone's answer button and brought it to his ear; his voice then raised a good few octaves, “Alo?”
Marko was at least grateful he didn't need to talk to Zlatko in English. Even though they were in London, he was always more comfortable speaking to other people from Bulgaria in, well, Bulgarian. The gist of the conversation was – unsurprisingly – Zlatko was wondering where the hell Marko was. This was something he could only really answer vaguely. 'Someone got hurt and I'm in the back trying to help them' was about as precise as he could be. He stepped away from the wall and began to pace towards the other end of the breadth of the corridor, turning and leaning against said opposite wall as his companion on the other end of the line began to tell him to hurry up. He answered that he couldn't, but that didn't seem to settle well with Zlatko, and though Marko reiterated a few times, he ended up just rolling his eyes and cutting the guy off, sliding the phone back into place in his pocket again.
“Sorry. Friend.” He said, returning to the table again. He pinched at the bridge of his nose. “Can't go anywhere without 'em calling.” | Words: 358
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"Hitting the f-floor would have been far more comfortable than having to deal with your shoulder constantly p-pressed up against my stomach, you know..." she said, jumping slightly when she heard the other's phone go off. She slightly raised an eyebrow when he went off to answer his phone. Who could it be? She hoped it wasn't anyone really important...though it seemed like it might have been.
She patiently waited as he had his conversation. It wasn't any of her business, so why bother trying to stick her nose into someone else's business? She may be a broker, but she wasn't nosy. She knew when something didn't involve her, or her clients, and refrained from finding out.
She couldn't help but smile a bit when he returned. "Oh, it sounds like that friend of yours is a b-bit of a pain, hm?" she asked, noticing he seemed a bit...stressed out? Some friend that was if he was a bit of a hassle to be around. She had to admit, she was a bit curious about what they were talking about, but curiosity killed the cat and Athena knew very well how that saying was true.
Ask the wrong things, give the wrong answers, there were many ways for someone to end up dead on the side of the road. Sometimes there are things that you just shouldn't know, and all Athena could do was hope the information she held wouldn't be the end of her...
"I-If you need to go, you can go right ahead..." she said softly, turning her gaze to her lap. She needed to change out of her dripping wet clothes before she caught a cold. Getting sick would only make the day worse than it already turned out to be. Ah, well, not much can happen to turn the day around. It was beyond saving at this point...
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| He moved his hand from his nose to massage his temple. “'A pain' is an understatement.” He grumbled a little. “He doesn't give two shits when I've time to talk to him, but he's straight onto my back every time I'm even the slightest bit busy.” He lowered his hand again, offering her an apologetic smile. “Sorry, you probably don't need to hear me complain about the people I know, right now.” And even if she did want to know, he was sure five minutes in and she'd be calling quits. Marko had a very long, very detailed list of people he disliked, and reasons why. The number of acquaintances he didn't have much of a problem with, if any problem at all, was limited.
The woman he'd spoken to before returned, handing him what he'd asked for. He thanked her, and off she went again, to go about whatever she was doing beforehand. He kept everything else in hand, but placed the bowl of warm water down on the floor in front of the table. “Soak your feet first.” He said, standing up again and examining the bandages he'd been given for a moment. “It'll be easier to get the glass out if you do.” Idly, he added, “Shouldn't be too difficult to do anyway, given that you weren't walking on it.” He set the bandages on the table, grinning again. “I'm gonna guess that you'd rather have had my shoulder in your ribs than any more glass in your feet, right?” He could've been wrong, of course, but all things considered, he knew which he'd have personally of preferred – not that it would have been particularly easy for Marko himself to have been lugged around; he wasn't exactly a small, lightweight man, after all. | Words: 297
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She couldn't help but laugh a bit. "I-It's fine. If you want to complain, y-you can," she said. She did give him a hard time on the way to their current location, so it was only fair she hear his complaints as well. Of course, if he didn't want to share, she wouldn't pry, but if he needed to vent, then she was all ears. No use voiding him of the right to speak his mind.
She looked at the bowl placed in front of her feet. She hesitated a bit before placing them into the warm water, wincing slightly as she did. "I would have preferred neither o-of the two, because both are uncomfortable in their way. If there was a third option, I would p-probably take that if it didn't c-cause some sort of pain," she responded once her feet were submerged. She would have preferred almost anything against being carried over the shoulder. "Though, if I have to pick b-between just those two, I would h-have chosen walk." Her decision still hasn't changed, even if picking the other option would be the more logical and "sane" thing to do.
She watched as the water turned some shade of pink. Well, at least it was taking the blood off her feet. She wasn't going to question him about whether or not he really was a doctor, since he seemed to know what he was doing. All she could do was hope that what he was doing was right...or rather, not very painful. It might sting a bit, that she knew, but any more than that would be too much and she might end up kicking the man. Surely the both of them didn't want that to happen whatsoever. Who would? If she did end up kicking him, she just hoped it wasn't in his face...
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| He exhaled with an amused, yet half-hearted 'tch' sound. “I'd be here all night if I started complaining. It's not worth the breath.” That, and along the way his complaints might well have revealed that he was in cohorts with people living a little further under the law than was generally considered socially acceptable, and though Marko sure as hell had his moments of being impulsive, he thought it better to not say anything at all... This time.
For a moment, he watched her, as he unfastened the cuffs of his shirt before rolling up the sleeves. “I guess it's kind of my fault, actually.” He frowned a little, picking up the plastic gloves from the pile of items on the table. “I should've seen the glass on the floor before I helped you out.” Ironically, in him doing what was considered a good deed, he'd just caused more of a problem in the long run. If she'd had avoided the glass, she'd probably be in the dressing rooms cleaning up right now, and he'd probably be at the bar getting that drink.
Once he'd pulled the gloves on, he picked up the next item – the tweezers. They were plastic, thankfully; probably out of the same first aid kit the bandages had been from... Well, he'd have his doubts about using them if they weren't; they could've been out of someone's make-up bag, had that been the case. He stepped around to the front of the table, facing her, and then crouched down to the bowl of water, pulling one of her feet out of it gently with his free hand and examining the sole. “Could've been worse, at least.” He began to mutter, off-hand. “I can't see any major damage, so it's infection you've got to worry about, and that can be avoided easily enough.” | Words: 307
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She figured it was best to not continue that part of the conversation. If he found ranting unnecessary, then it probably would be. Besides, if it would take a while, she wasn't sure how much of it she would be able to sit through. At some point or another she might back out and stop him. Well, if she didn't fall asleep first. The man could just get tired and stop on his own, though there was also a chance that he could just drone on and on. She never was good with never ending lectures and monologues, at some point or another it got boring. She only managed to sit through them because she found it rude to just walk away.
"I-It's not your fault. You were trying to h-help me after all, it can't be helped i-if something like this came out of a g-good intention," she responded. She didn't place any sort of blame on the man for the glass in her feet. If all else, she should have told him about the glass when she noticed it. If he wanted to place the fault on someone, then he could put it on the both of them.
"Besides, you are getting the glass out a-anyway, so it sort of cancels it out...I-I guess..." she added softly. There really wasn't much point in having someone being blamed. What's done is done, not like pointing fault will change it,
She let the other lift one of her feet up, barely hearing his comment about how it could have been worse off than it already was. She could handle tending to it if it was minor, it wasn't much of a big deal. Ah, she would probably take the next day or two off, just to take it easy and not make the cuts worse. Surely walking would only cause pain for the time being...
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| “I guess so. Even so, if I'd have been paying attention, you wouldn't have to live with cuts in your feet for a while.” He set the foot back down in the water and picked the other one up in the same careful manner. Without warning her verbally, he readied the tweezers in his hand and tugged one of the shards of glass out. He had to narrow his eyes to make sure his eyes could focus properly on such small objects that required precision to be dealt with, but thankfully the glass wasn't in incredibly tiny pieces, and the task wasn't all too difficult. Once he'd placed the extracted shards in a few wads of tissue he'd pulled off the table, he moved on to do the same with the next foot.
“There. I think that's all.” He hoped it was all. The glass would have to be disposed of and the tweezers disinfected, but the staff could worry about that when he was all done, which wasn't just yet – he still had to wrap her feet up, which was where the bandages came in. After shifting the bowl of water out of the way, he picked one of the packets up from the table top, sitting down crossed-legged on the floor to unwrap it, since his legs were beginning to tire from his previous half-kneeling, half-squatting position.
He clicked his tongue behind his teeth, managing to tug the bandage out of its packaging. “So... You work here, huh?” He could afford to participate in small-talk with her, now that he'd got rid of the glass in her feet and didn't have to use his brain to focus on anything much else. | Words: 284
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