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Post by Katyusha Chernenko on Feb 18, 2013 23:16:38 GMT -8
both of them have made quite a name in underworld. Maybe they had heard about each other at some point and realized "woah, aren't you this blablabla person?"
and--awww, delivering presents for kids <33
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Post by Katyusha Chernenko on Feb 18, 2013 22:09:49 GMT -8
volunteer jobs she does mostly considered legal.
But she sometimes checking patients who isn't treated in her house, check ups or something.
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or we can have them meet randomly at train or bus station.
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Post by Katyusha Chernenko on Feb 18, 2013 21:46:48 GMT -8
am thinking these two met without knowing that they're both a lawless, but after talking a bit they find it out.
/also lack of ideas orz/
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Post by Katyusha Chernenko on Feb 17, 2013 4:08:09 GMT -8
велике спасибі Between her concentrating to hold the girl’s hand, the hustle and bustle at sidewalk and noise from the street, Katyusha can barely heard the two men’s conversation. She could only tell that the driver looked angry, but she couldn’t see the dark haired man’s face since his back was facing her. Still, her keen ears did pick up few lines from their talk. ”...I’m a doctor, sir; I’m concerned as to whether you or your passengers are injured at all.”Something clicked in Katyusha’s mind. That was why she felt okay with the man controlling the situation; he was a doctor and he might be used to tight situation like this during a patient’s surgery. Her hand stopped trembling, which she moved to check the unconscious girl’s pulse via veins in her neck--ignoring the small stream of blood that flowed there. There were pulses, but felt weak and faint. Don’t lose, the nurse’s other hand tightening her grip on the girl’s wrist. When the Ukrainian’s gaze back to the two men, her eyes immediately met the doctor’s. He then talked to the driver a bit before moving to the bus. Its passengers might be injured and frightened. Katyusha wanted to follow him, but she couldn’t left the brunette girl alone and the doctor told her not to do so. She considered asking the driver to sit beside her, but he looked panic. People in agitated state tend to not thinking clearly before taking action and might resort to violence if they feel threatened. So without moving an inch from her place, she addressed the driver softly. “Sir, did you get any injuries?” she already knew the driver looked fine physically; Katyusha asked it merely to open conversation. ”You looked a bit pale. Maybe you should sit for a while.” Of course he paled; this whole accident might be blamed to him, he might lose his job or worse, have to be prisoned by the police. And speaking of the police... Katyusha heard faint siren. Many sirens. Finally. | |
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Post by Katyusha Chernenko on Feb 15, 2013 11:39:16 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,3,true][atrb=style, width:390; ,bTable][atrb=Valign, bottom] | [atrb=Valign, bottom] | [atrb=Valign, bottom] | [atrb=Valign, bottom] 806 words. Iain Stuart-Kirkland. | [atrb=Valign, bottom] | [atrb=Valign, bottom] “You never come back, not all the way. Always there is an odd distance between you and the people you love and the people you meet, a barrier thin as the glass of a mirror, you never come all the way out of the mirror; you stand, for the rest of your life, with one foot in this world and no one in another, where everything is upside down and backward and sad.”— Marya Hornbacher |
What a nice day today is. Katyusha took a deep breath, cherishing the fresh air that filled her lungs full while balancing her bags and drink carefully.
First, earlier this day one of her frequent bird told her that he would quit being a smuggler. The man planned to move back to his hometown and start his life anew. When Katyusha asked what motivated him to do so, he replied that his girlfriend was pregnant and she wanted him to marry her. Ah, how wonderful it is; marriage and starting a family away from the dark world. Although the Ukrainian did work for criminals, it doesn’t mean she approved their way of life. No child should be raised in the darkness. She admired his courage quitting the illegal job; many who had involved too deep find themselves unable to leave. And many, who tried, fail soon after.
After she bid the ex-smuggler goodbye--along with one of her best vodka as an early wedding present--Katyusha checked her garden. With spring not far ahead, some of her flower pots had sprouted a leaf or two. Soon her garden would be adorned with snowdrops, daffodils and crocuses. She then ate a bowl of warm borscht for breakfast, before heading off to the hospital. The train ride was quite pleasant since it wasn’t the rush hour; all the white-collared office workers had reached their office. Only five people in the same wagon as her.
What makes her happier was in her working shift there were more patients released than getting hospitalized. Those who just released still looked a bit weak, but they were happy nonetheless. Their family sure will be glad seeing their beloved one coming home healthier. The people who did come mostly just doing check-ups or recently caught a cold. And when her shift ended, Katyusha accidentally bumped into one of her old friend back in university; a newlywed woman who just moved to London to live with her new husband. They chatted a bit at the hospital’s cafeteria, talking about life and London in general. Being a social person she was, Katyusha offered her friend a quick tour around the city.
Their little sightseeing started from Buckingham Palace, Fortuna Magnus Casino, St. Paul’s Cathedral to Big Ben, then ended at a shop that sold first grade tools and materials for knitting. Her friend insisted to buy Katyusha presents as thanks. Knowing the nurse’s hobby, the woman purchased so many yarns; cashmere, linen, silk... even the rare bamboo yarn. Their colors came in white, blue, yellow, green and self-striping. Then a new pair of needles and also some spools of thread for sewing. When they parted, Katyusha’s hand already full of colorful (and expensive!) fibre balls. Apparently, her friend’s new husband was quite rich.
She was thinking of going home, but her legs were too tired from sightseeing. Katyusha was busy balancing her presents, her own bag and a cup of hot coffee she bought to warm herself. Her steps stopped on the edge of a park, thinking of looking for an empty bench to rest her legs. Drawing a deep breath, Katyusha started her searching.
There were many children in the park. Some boys were playing soccer, while the girls either chatted on the benches or playing at the swing. Alas, most benches were already occupied. Katyusha hugged her bags closer to her bosom, her legs getting more tired and now she also felt thirsty from walking too much. She didn’t stop moving when, absent-mindedly, drew the paper cup closer and sipped its content. Which was still very hot.
”Bozhe moy!” Katyusha shouted in Russian once the coffee making contact with her lips--it burns! She moved her cup holding hand away but the liquid splashed out from its container, threatening her belongings. Her treacherous drink made its way to her sweater, painting dark circles on her light blue top. While those bags saved from coffee stains, Katyusha accidentally dropped them and five bright colored yarns rolled out, gaining their speed from the gravity.
”Oh--wait! Katyusha felt stupid shouting to the yarns, but she shrugged it off. She quickly gathered her rest of belongings and chased the fibre balls, ignoring many stares she got from park visitors. Running as fast as she could with heels, Katyusha managed to catch four balls. Her blue eyes set to the fifth, a grey cashmere ball, which just rolled past a box--
Something furry jumped out from the box and get to the cashmere ball first. The creature was a cat... no, a kitten, and now it wrestled furiously with the yarn; biting and poking it. ”No! M-my cashmere!” the nurse almost cried. It’s cashmere!
She was torn between saving the yarn with the risk of getting scratched by kitten’s claws or just left it for the cat’s toy. Apparently the kitten had taken a liking to it.
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Post by Katyusha Chernenko on Feb 14, 2013 9:03:28 GMT -8
велике спасибі “Of course she’ll be bloody fine for God’s fucking sake!” Katyusha winced inwardly. She glanced to her back, to a man who looked agitated--the driver who had hit the girl. She really didn’t like attitude so ungentlemanly like that; especially if they were working for public service. No one would feel safe or comfortable riding a bus whose driver’s mouth was so foul like him. The Ukrainian held an urge to scold the driver. Even some criminals had more manners and knew how to act like a gentleman in a lady’s presence. ”...She needs to be kept warm.”The black-haired man laid his own coat to cover the girl’s body. Katyusha felt grateful for his kindness. She would be a tad confused and have no idea on how to control the crowd had the man didn’t reach the scene first. ”Stay by her; don’t let anyone move her until the ambulance is here.””Yes,” Katyusha’s gaze moved upward, seeing the man stood to his full height and moved his attention to the foul-mouthed driver. The blonde noted he shivered a bit without his coat. “T-thank you for your help...” her thanks came out barely audible. To be honest, she was still shocked from the scene; victims of accident usually had been cleaned and tidied up a bit before being presented to her eyes. Katyusha rarely seen criminals with wound more fatal than bullet to a limb--people she associated with didn’t keep the heavily injured ones for far too long. Then again, it’s a lawless life; injury was no more than a slice of life. Turning her focus back to the girl, Katyusha adjusted the coat so it completely covered her frail body. The crowd had seemed dispersed; either they continued their delayed activity or them simply losing interest. Her ears stay alert for siren sound--either from police car or ambulance; while her eyes fixed to the two men, lest a fight broke between them. | |
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Post by Katyusha Chernenko on Feb 8, 2013 18:06:47 GMT -8
so it's a cat? I thought it was a Scot's way to fold napkin or something ouo
I totally can imagine that. Then the cat keeps demanding attention from Kat so in the end the date is between Kat and the cat BD
and poor Iain is going to get ignored.
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Post by Katyusha Chernenko on Feb 7, 2013 9:15:26 GMT -8
велике спасибі The sight that first greeted Katyusha was the redness that seeped from beneath dark strands belonged to a girl lying on the street. Her eyes shut, unconscious. Then a man, kneeled beside her, examining the injuries. "You!" suddenly he shouted and raised his arm to the Ukrainian. "Call for an ambulance!"She startled a bit, but quickly responded to his request. Katyusha took her phone out, her thumb pushed the 9 button thrice. Once someone picked up the other line, she requested an ambulance to be send here. "Ambulance and p-police, please," the paramedics' job will be easier if the traffic didn't clogged like this and the police sure can take care of that. "There's an incident at... 71 Queen Victoria Street." Without waiting for the operator's respond, Katyusha cut the line off and moved to the unconscious girl. There was nothing she can do for her without the proper equipments. Blood coming out from head and nose clearly indicates an open fracture, which means a simple nudge will make the scene more... gruesome. Katyusha gulped. She's been nursing injured people for years yet her stomach still churned a bit upon the smell of fresh blood. And the girl looked so young... so frail... so... A single tear ran on Katyusha's pale cheek. She reached the girl's bruised wrist and held it softly. Her fingers didn't feel any heartbeat--or they were too faint to be detected by her slightly trembling hand. Katyusha muttered silently, as if her words could reach the girl telephatically-- stay with me stay alive stay strong don't go over there yet--"And if the rest of you want to make yourselves useful, try to divert the Goddamn traffic!"Katyusha's head snapped up. The man kneeled in front of her looked almost as panic as others. People, instead of making room for the ambulance and police to come through, kept flocking around them. Dazzled, hypnotized. She saw few people moved to the street, apparently trying to do what the man had said. "C-calm down, please," she told him. "We can't do anything for her. It's best to wait until the ambulance comes."Her eyes glanced to the girl's face. "I hope she'll survive." But her own mental voice betrayed her--it's hard to tell whether she's still alive or already crossed the line separating the living and the dead. | |
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Post by Katyusha Chernenko on Feb 2, 2013 1:27:43 GMT -8
велике спасибі Katyusha's heels made clicking sound with the sidewalks, mixed together with hundreds other shoes producing the same sound. Click-click-click. She stopped in front of a shop, looking on a mannequin with over-priced coat adorned its cold body. That coat didn't steal her attention, she stopped merely to give her feet a brief rest after spending the last two hours strolling. It was a day when she didn't have a shift in the hospital. Her next shift will be tomorrow morning. There was nothing she could do at home; no laundry to do, no new recipes to try, no birds to tend and she have to wait until the coming of spring before her flowers started to bloom again. This street was crowded, very. Katyusha smiled a bit, thinking how nice if everyone didn't have to rush and go so quickly--but moving in a slower pace, maybe stop once or twice to chat with someone new. She did tried that on the way here, but only two people so far who answered her politeness with more than a grunt. One of them turned out to be a more avid chatter than her, so Katyusha spent good fifteen minutes listening to a story of a cat who has won many contests both in England and Europe. Taking one last glance to the mannequin and its coat, Katyusha walked again, her long coat fluttering slowly around her. Her blue eyes rarely met a face that wasn't tired, looks sour or glued to a phone screen. The woman hoped when spring finally came, it will help lifting these people's mood. Suddenly, she heard voices arose above the noise level. People shouting. People running. A vehicle on the street stopped with a loud screech, followed by many horns coming from others. Katyusha quickly moved through the crowd before stopping near the source of all those ruckus. | |
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Post by Katyusha Chernenko on Feb 1, 2013 19:05:44 GMT -8
Pft, of course I don't want little Vanya die. He's too huggable *pets*
Yus, we have to wait a bit. But it's sure gonna be legendary~
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Post by Katyusha Chernenko on Jan 31, 2013 2:06:11 GMT -8
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Post by Katyusha Chernenko on Jan 30, 2013 23:17:53 GMT -8
Yes, we totally should  What will happen between them in my mind is Kat trying to reconnect with Nata but the latter will mostly ignore her. Kat herself still confused on how to approach her, given in their past they were rarely interact. ffff poor Kat... |
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Post by Katyusha Chernenko on Jan 30, 2013 3:16:33 GMT -8
Am thinking the scene will happen after the plot advanced quite far. Preferably when something bad happen in the Bratva or Ivan got shot by Gil someone unexpected. So it might be happen in linear. I imagine the wound wasn't a fatal one, but Kat being Kat--haven't seen her bro in years and suddenly showed up bleeding--she might shatter. Plus I actually dunno if Kat worked for Bratva or not since I have no idea who employed her.
Or, we can give Ivan a fatal wound and he died in her arms, not knowing he has met his sestra. why this turned into such a drama
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Post by Katyusha Chernenko on Jan 30, 2013 3:00:41 GMT -8
~Nicoleta
I like the idea~ Nico had worked for Kat's boss and those two knew each other via this then they getting along pretty well.
~Donald
Aw,, Donald will face some difficulties in hiding her identity from his fellow agents. After all, Kat knows so many lawless she'll be crucial if MI6 decided to tear her boss' organization down.
As for Nest, I think Aylesbury would fit. It's a neighborhood where the shady ones don't look so shady at all. I think Kat received some sort of 'immunity' so people in the area know to not messing with her.
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