A Visit To The Nest [Open; Lawless]

[Katyusha Chernenko]

велике спасибі A woman fumbling her pocket for keys while balancing two carton bags full of groceries. She took a turn, passed three more houses before entered one with a very lush garden; full of potted flowers and few slender trees. The woman was a nurse and she was glad her shift at the hospital ended early; she had a feel a bird would come to the nest. Finally grabbing her keys, she inserted it to the keyhole and the door swung open after a soft click. Balancing two identities and lives weren’t that hard after she got used to it. While most people knew her as Katyusha Chernenko, an Ukrainian woman who lived alone and working as a nurse at Chelsea and Westminster Hospital, some knew her as the Nightingale, the only woman who let people entered her house if they were in need for medical treatment, food and temporary shelter. These people knew she kept a spare backdoor key under a primrose pot. Still, Katyusha wanted someone she can talk about those two lives freely. After locking the front door, she slipped off her coat and hung it. Then she proceeded to the kitchen and put her groceries in the fridge. A quick inspection in the first-aid kit and cookie jar told her that nobody entered her house while she was working. But maybe one will come later and The Ukrainian had a feel whoever the bird is, he or she will get along well with her. It would be nice if she can find someone she can talk with without choosing her words carefully so her other life won’t be spilled. She better get ready. Katyusha took a quick shower. Then, with towel wrapping her hair, started to cook a simple dinner for more than one person. The woman hoped whoever the bird is, he or she likes pasta.

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There was a bullet lodged in her shoulder. Not a great way to end the night, unfortunately. The problem was, no matter how badly she needed to get the stupid thing out of her body, Mi-Yun knew she couldn’t actually go to the local hospital. Why not? Because it was the police who had shot at her.

Just when she had thought the night had been a success, she was making a quick get away from the crime scene when somebody had seen her. A police officer. He chased her, and then ended up firing to try and slow her down. The police had probably alerted all the hospitals in the area to look out for her now, so the North Korean knew she had to avoid them.

Of course, Mi-Yun hadn’t stopped running. She could not risk that. But her shoulder was burning in pain and she felt like she was losing a lot of blood; she needed to get seen to quickly.

“Well isn’t this perfect? Now what am I going to do?!” Mi-Yun thought to herself with irritation as she slipped quietly into the shadows to avoid detection for a moment. This was proving to be a real pain in the neck.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. Wasn’t there a woman who worked as a doctor for the underground? The Nightingale? That name seemed to ring a bell. Yes, that was right! The Nightingale! Apparently, you could sneak into her house via the back door... because she leaves a key under the mat?

That was what Mi-Yun had heard through the grape vine, anyway. Well, might as well try and find this lady. She would be able to help in this situation, no question about it!

It had taken a while for her to find any solid information, but the moment Mi-Yun happened to stumble across a clue about the location of the Nightingale , she didn’t hesitate to head off there.

“Aren’t these rumours useful~” The killer smirked to herself when she entered the house; using the key she had heard about that was actually under a plant pot... Anyway! The point was now she was pacing around the house whilst clutching onto her injured, looking around for any signs of the woman who could help her.

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Nikolai stumbled slightly, barely reaching the front door of the infamous Nightingale's home. He had no where else to go, since he didn't exactly had the kind of money to go to the hospital...and this was the closest place from where he just was. Besides, a hospital wasn't the safest place for a criminal. If all else, after going there he would probably get arrested.

He should have been more careful. He lifted his hand from his abdomen, looking at all the blood on his shirt. He had taken his coat off, since he didn't want to get that dirty. It meant a lot to him, and staining it with blood wouldn't go well with him. So he settled to carrying it in his left hand, the one not getting soaked with his own blood. 'At least I didn't forget to grab my knives... he thought, since if he forgot him he would be in even more trouble than he already was.

"Damn jerk had to slice my stomach... Tch, at least he learned his lesson. Serves him right, now he can burn in hell for whatever he did..." he muttered, wincing slightly. He didn't kill the person, per se, but he did injure them rather badly they might as well be dead.

Why they fought, the reason was currently lost to Nikolai. He was in too much pain to even care about anything other than getting help. He didn't want to die of blood loss while trying to remember why he got in a stupid fight. All he knew was that they fought, he got injured, and he made the other regret ever messing with him. Of course, if the other did survive, oh the Belorussian would get him back... Well, once he got healed up. No use storming back when he had a giant gash on his torso.

He knocked on the door with his free hand, having to drop his coat to do so. 'Oh, don't tell me someone else is already here... I swear if it's that guy, I will lose it...'[/i] he thought, leaning against the wall. If this went on any longer, he was sure he was going to pass out.

[Katyusha Chernenko]

велике спасибі While watching her pasta slowly turning al dente, Katyusha hummed few random cheerful tune. Her mind and attention splitted between cooking and composing said tune which was why when she heard one of her doors creaked the nurse jumped a bit. She turned off the stove and went to check the backdoor. Just like she had predicted, someone had recently entered her house. That person was small-build, either a very thin guy or a female, which was rarer but the stranger really a female once Katyusha approached. She clutched her shoulder, her face twisted in pain. Without asking what or how she got injured, Katyusha simply led her to the spare bedroom specifically prepared to house the birds. “Lie down,” the nurse commanded and checked the wound. A bullet was stuck in it and sure ripped few muscles. Katyusha sometimes wished they would stop shooting people; gouging the bullet was never a pretty job - especially because she learnt how to do it not in the classroom. Since she didn’t have proper surgery equipment, Katyusha used to work with makeshift tools. She left the room for a while and back with bandages, a handkerchief and a teaspoon. First she blocked the blood circulation by binding the area between wound and heart tightly. Then she apologized, “I’m sorry if this will hurt you. I don’t have pain removal at the moment so please bite this and don’t let your tongue gets bitten,” she put the handkerchief in the woman’s healthy hand and then, without looking if her request was done, proceeded to remove the bullet. When she was done, her head already sweating behind her forgotten towel. Katyusha bandaged the wound and left her guest to take some rest. Somehow, she felt weird the woman didn’t speak even once in the whole process. The nurse unwrapped her head, letting her hair fell loose and already halfway to the kitchen when she saw shadow moved behind her front door. Few seconds later, she heard faint knocking. Another bird already? Katyusha rushed to the door, unlocked and swung it open. A blond man leaned against the wall, clutching his stomach. Lucky she still got her damp towel in her hand. She quickly pressed it to his wound - if he could walk this far, it sure wasn’t a bullet wound, thank God. His free hand got a dark coat, which the nurse took before slowly swung his arm over her shoulder. “Can you walk?” she asked, before realizing it was a stupid question and muttered, “sorry.” While usually she never let birds in her bedroom, she had to make an exception tonight. He won’t heal quickly if he slept on the couch. Katyusha helped him to her own bedroom and under the lamp’s light, she couldn’t help but felt familiar when she saw his face clearly. And before she knew it, she already asked him, “do I know you?”

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Nikolai let out a relieved sigh when he saw the door open. He thought it would never open, mostly because he figured she was probably taking care of someone else. He opened his mouth to protest her taking his coat, but he figured it would be better to let her take it and put it somewhere where it wouldn't get soiled. All he could do was hope she would take care of it...

He closed his mouth and let her lead him to her room. She had a nice place, he had to admit. That, and the fact she was kind, sort of made it obvious why lawless seem to come here for their injuries. He could only assume she was good at what she does. He isn't saying he didn't trust her, since she did seem rather trustworthy, he just hoped that this place wouldn't be his last.

Upon entering the bedroom, he slowly made his way to the bed, holding the towel close to his wound. He walked all the way here, and he just wanted to sit down for a bit. Before he fell flat on his face from exhaustion. He was almost to that point, since walking while you're stomach is nearly cut all the way open isn't recommended by most doctors. Well, the sane ones, at least. The Belorussian just couldn't wait back there and let himself bleed out. That was stupid. Yeah, walking a few blocks to get to a house was stupid too, but at least he would get help and not die from lack of living.

He was caught a bit off guard by the question, since he figured she would have asked how he got injured before anything else. 'It would make sense for her to ask something along the lines of "How long ago were you injured?", "Where you just came from?", "How long did it take to get here?", and "How much was, and is, your wound bleeding?". Well, the last one is a bit obvious... Whether she knew him or not wasn't on the list he had of expected questions. Well, the least he could do was respond anyway.

"I wouldn't be surprised if you did... Probably just saw me around somewhere, or something along those lines," he replied, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. The woman did look familiar as well, but he wouldn't say that. He did lose a lot of blood, so he might just be imagining things. There was a chance he does know her, that he knew fairly well and he wouldn't deny that.

Perhaps if he got a name, it might jog his memory. Or maybe giving his name would jog hers. He wasn't in the exact position to ask for a name, though giving one out now would be too reckless and risky, especially if there was another person in the house. For now, he would probably wait a while before telling her, once he was sure no one would overhear. It wouldn't be good for him if they did...

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Mi-Yun had been glancing around the room, taking in the scent of what seemed to be pasta cooking, when suddenly the woman had appeared. She was tall, short blonde hair and very well endowed. She looked quite nice, actually. This woman must have been the Nightingale. But before Mi-Yun had any time to react or even before the woman had asked her what she was going there, the nurse was already leading the serial killer away to another room.

“Lie down." The Nightingale had instructed before quickly leaving the room.

Mi-Yun did exactly what she was told and lay there, staring up at the ceiling whilst waiting for the woman to return from wherever she went. The silence that was in the room was becoming a little... relaxing. What a nice place the Nightingale had. Mi-Yun made a mental note to visit more often. When the woman had returned with rather primitive looking "medical equipment", Mi-Yun had become doubtful of all of this. But the nurse had to know what she was doing! Well, she hoped anyway.

"I'm sorry if this will hurt you. I don’t have pain removal at the moment so please bite this and don’t let your tongue get bitten."

The moment the handkerchief was in her grasp, Mi-Yun had shoved it into her own mouth. Not to prevent her screams, oh no, but to prevent herself biting down on her own tongue. That would have been awful. Still, Mi-Yun had not been expecting the pain that suddenly hit her like a train running at full speed the moment the nurse got to work on the primitive operation.

Her face twisted into an expression of pain as she felt a dry gasp rush up her throat. Reflexes caused her muscles to tighten and her body to try and writhe away from the source of the burning in her shoulder. However, luckily for her, it didn’t take very long for the bullet to be removed.

Mi-Yun slumped back down into the bed, breathing heavy as she tried to slow down her heart rate. The nurse had left without another word after bandaging the wound, leaving the Korean alone with her thoughts.

It was strange, really, that a civilian woman was kind enough to open her doors for anyone off the street and take care of them without any questions asked. There weren’t many people like her in London. Mi-Yun grinned slightly. She would definitely know where to come now if anything like this happened again.

...But what if something happened to the Nightingale? That would be no good at all.

As the pain in her shoulder started to die down, Mi-Yun sat up and rummaged around in her bag to retrieve her note book and pen. Tearing out a piece of paper, she quickly scribbled down a small letter to the lovely nurse.

"Dear Miss Nightingale,

I would like to thank you for taking care of me tonight. Your help is greatly appreciated. Not many people would be willing to help someone like me.

As a token of my appreciation, I shall make you a promise, Miss Nightingale. Nobody shall ever hurt you, including me. If anyone does dare to, I will make sure myself that they are shown no mercy.

We need people like you to survive.

Maybe we shall see each other again very soon~
The Silencer."

When the message was finished, Mi-Yun let herself out of the small room and crept upstairs where she had heard footsteps and muffled voices. Following the sounds, she approached a closed door at the far end of the hallway. Yes, that was most certainly the voice of the lovely nurse she could hear.

Mi-Yun folded the piece of paper in half and slid it under the floor to be read by the Nightingale. When that was done, she made her way back downstairs and back to the room where she had been treated. Her shoulder was throbbing again. Lying down once more, the woman stared up at the ceiling again and smiled to herself.

"I hope Miss Nightingale appreciates my promise."

[Katyusha Chernenko]

велике спасибі His reply really made sense. For someone who worked with the criminals a lot, sure Katyusha remembered frequent visitors’ faces. But this young man had something that denied the idea she had seen him somewhere in London’s underworld. She had a feel their last meeting, if it did happen, was further back in the past. Back before she stepped on the English soil. Whoever he is, that could wait for later. He had a wound waiting to be tended. Katyusha sat beside him, after putting his coat on the bed and supported his back with her arm. She pushed his shoulder a bit, gesturing him to lean against her arm, then gently removed her blood-soaked damp towel from his stomach. Her eyebrows furrowed, examining the wound. Not the whole wound was deep enough, luckily. Maybe three or four stitches and the rest could heal itself. Apparently it was bleeding a lot due to high blood pressure, either from adrenaline or stress. “Wait a bit, please. I’ll fetch your medicines,” Katyusha told him and took pillows to help supporting his back. She made a quick trip to her sewing kit box and also took bandages before returning to her bedroom. “Don’t let your tongue gets bitten,” the nurse put a clean handkerchief to the man’s hand, just like she did to the bird in other room, before cleaned the wounded area and start working to sew back the separated skin. Katyusha then bandaged his stomach. When she was done, her mind immediately back to the familiar feeling she hadn’t be able to shake it off. His features definitely told his Slavic origin. Usually Katyusha never asked a bird questions except about their wound, but she really wanted to ask him about his origin and how he ended being a criminal - motherly instinct had kicked the Ukrainian’s mind. But the blond might suspecting her for trying to squeeze information from him, although it was widely known she never divulge anything about the birds and what Katyusha got from their short visit. “Try to get some sleep,” the woman arranged the pillows and blanket. “It’ll help your wound to heal. And I need to check my other patient, so I have to leave you for a while.” Katyusha smiled and was about to open the door when her foot stepped on something. She blinked, then kneeled to take a piece of nicely folded paper. The nurse’s mouth formed silent words while she was reading the paper’s content. When Katyusha reached the letter’s end, her mouth turned upwards into a smile. Well, this does a rare occassion. Usually her patients expressed their gratitude directly as a simple thank you, or sent her some amount of money anonimously. Katyusha wondered if she was a shy person who preferred writing letters than talking. But her style of communication really fitted her codename... ‘The Silencer’. She must have slipped the letter from under the door. We need people like you to survive Yes. This is exactly why Katyusha agreed to take this job on that fateful day. Every kind of people need someone like her on their side. To mend and heal all kind of wounds: the ones that were seen or unseen... Katyusha folded the letter and put it in her pocket, stopped her musing. After giving the injured male a polite smile, Katyusha left the room and headed to the kitchen. Luckily her pasta was still warm enough. She took some on a plate and carried it to The Silencer’s room. Katyusha felt she might be hungry. “Hello.” She opened the door slowly. “I’ve read your letter. Thank you for your offer, I really appreciate it.” Katyusha put the plate on the bedside table. “I made pasta today, do you want some?”

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Nikolai looked at the handkerchief the Nightingale had put in his hand. He didn't hesitate to put it in his mouth, his jaw tightening when the woman began to fix up his would. 'Ugh... Note to self, if that guy is still alive, stab the living hell out of him... God this is awful...'[/i] he thought, groaning slightly as one of his hands gripped the bed sheets.

He finally relaxed when she began bandaging his torso. "....Thanks...." he said softly, glancing to the side. He didn't have any other options, so he was glad she helped him. He would probably find a way to make it up to her, though when he'll make it up was another question altogether.

“Try to get some sleep, it’ll help your wound to heal. And I need to check my other patient, so I have to leave you for a while.”

"Alright. I make no promises, though," he replied, lying back on the bed. He heard the door open and close, signaling that the woman had left. He just stared at the ceiling, his gaze never staying in one place for too long. It's not like he could do anything else at the moment, but relaxing was a nice thing to experience. He barely had anytime to take a break and just do nothing nowadays, it was rather nice.

He slowly sat up, grabbing his coat and bringing it close. It seemed to be stain-free, which he was grateful for. He decided it was best to keep it off and left it laying next to him. Boredom was beginning to gnaw at him, but he should stay still if his injury were to heal. He carefully got up, having to place a hand on the wall for support. He slipped off his shoes and began to slowly pace around, making sure to keep a close distance to the bed.

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Mi-Yun looked up in surprise when the Nightingale once again entered the room, this time with a plate of food... it smelt like pasta... The serial killer smiled ever so slightly to herself. Although her favourite cuisine by far was Korean, she had recently developed a love for Italian food as well. It was Sera who had introduced her to the western dishes, and Mi-Yun really adored the food she was served by her... friend. Sera’s home-made pasta was the best.

The Korean quickly pulled herself out of her thoughts and turned to face the nurse when she addressed her. Mi-Yun nodded in reply, her gaze momentarily shifting to the pasta and eyeing it up hungrily. It looked really quite tasty. The Lawless women reached over and picked up the plate, before she started to dig into the past greedily. Just as good as it looked; though obviously nowhere near as delicious as Sera’s cooking.

Soon, the food was gone and Mi-Yun was full up. She sighed contentedly and placed the plate back on the table, before turning her attention to the nurse. There was a moment’s pause as she stared at the Nightingale. Then, the Korean pulled down her hoodie to properly reveal her face for the first time since she’d arrived. Offering the woman a tiny smile and a wave, Mi-Yun then went to her trusty bag and pulled out two things: her infamous mask that she wore when out at night, and her small computer she used for communication. She held up the mask towards the Nightingale then pointed to herself, curious to see if she'd recognise the mask from all the news reports there had been of the famous "Silencer" serial killer over the years. Then, the mini device was flipped open, and Mi-Yun began to tap a message away on the keyboard quickly.

"Aren't you scared of me? I thought I was pretty well known. Most people would be scared if they saw that mask," said the synthesised voice, still speaking on it's male setting. Mi-Yun would have to change that back later. "Thank you for helping me and for the food, by the way. What's your name, Miss Nightingale?"

[Katyusha Chernenko]

велике спасибі Katyusha watched her intently as her female patient reached for the pasta plate, took few bites until the pasta was completely gone eaten. She was glad she liked her cooking. People's tastes are unpredictable and the Ukrainian wanted to make everyone happy with her food. When the patient put the plate away, it reminded her that she had another patient who also might be hungry. Her patient looked at her for a moment before pulling her hoodie down. She was an Asian woman, probably around her age. She looked so... ordinary, unlike most criminals she did know well. Maybe this trait was the one that got her this job. She wouldn't raise any suspicion in normal society, blending perfectly well among the civilians. Katyusha returned her smile and waved back, wondering why she hadn't say anything yet. She took two things from her bag, a mask and some kind of communicating device. Once a voice spoke through the device, everything clicked in her head. The Ukrainian never guessed that The Silencer was a woman, but she is. Rumors about her had reached her Nest from the other criminals she had taken care of. She didn't know The Silencer was mute, either. "Ah, of course not," Katyusha replied, a bit confused on why she chose to use male voice. "I've taken care of people who looked much... scarier, with bad reputations. But they were going here because they need my help, so I shouldn't be scared of them." What wasn't said was she believed if someone tried to attack her, her boss wouldn't let them go away easily. Katyusha rose and took the plate. "You're welcome. I'm sorry I can't tell you my name. It's a rule in my house." Her mind already traveled to the guy in her bedroom, she still couldn't shake off the familiar feeling and wanted to know his identity. Maybe she can offer her name so he would trust her...?

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Nikolai kept pacing around the bedroom, every now and then stopping due to the pain in his abdomen. It was pretty much silent, the only sounds were of his shuffling around the room slowly with the occasional soft hissing when his injury stung. It didn't help that he was beginning to get hungry either, but food could wait. Well, for now at least.

'I can't spend too long here, who knows what might happen? Besides, I have no idea who her other patient is. Best choice of action is to get my stuff and leave. I'll come back later when she isn't busy and give my thanks then. Now, to get out of this room without passing out...' He grabbed his coat, resting it over his arm then picked up his shoes. He would have to wait until he got outside to put them on, since the sound would just notify the Nightingale and her other patient that he was leaving, and he was in no mood to be kept from doing so. He had a visit to make, and boy did he hope the jerk who did this to him was still alive. He was more than eager to finish the man off if he didn't kick the bucket already.

He made his way to the door, opening it slowly. He stuck his head out, glancing down the hall in both directions. 'Clear so far. Now to make it out the house undetected...' He stepped out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. He quietly made his way to the front door. Before he could open it he could smell something rather...delicious. He paused, standing there and trying to think of what he should do. 'Ignore whatever might be in the kitchen and leave to kill the guy who might still be alive, or bother to waste time and eat while leaving the man to suffer a bit longer?' He backed away from the door and walked into the kitchen. He set his shoes down and rested his coat on the back of a chair. Just a quick meal, nothing more. Besides, the poor bastard could be dead by now, then what would he do to a corpse? Nothing, that's what. He wasn't one to disrespect the dead.

He grabbed a plate, serving himself a bit of pasta. He wasn't a huge fan of Italian food, but he was hungry and searching through the Nightingale's fridge didn't sound like a good idea when the coldness would probably make his stitches ache. Grabbing a fork from a drawer, he leaned slightly against the counter and began eating. He figured standing would be easier since he doubted he would be able to get back on his feet if he sat down. He kept an ear out in case there were footsteps making their way towards him. Good thing his jacket wasn't the only place he hid his knives.