Case # 12: Video

[19centconstable]

[George is in his room. He looks slightly dazed and has a damp washcloth pressed against his head. There is a bruise blooming underneath it.]

I'm afraid I was...indisposed.

[George shuffles his feet and there is the sound of broken glass crunching.]

But I've managed to find my trousers now. Has something happened?

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[Her smile tilts down at him]

Very good. You pass.

[Of course she's used the distraction of him counting to begin gently carding her fingers through his hair and across his scalp, feeling for swelling and broken skin]

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[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

[George goes a bit pink and flustery at that. He winces when her fingers get close to the area of impact.]

Sorry. So...you're not a doctor?

[George is chatty when he's nervous. And when he's not nervous. George may be chatty in his sleep.]

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

...I'm sorry.

[And she genuinely is. That should be evident. After a few more seconds of gentle exploration she lets er hands fall away]

And no, I'm not a doctor. But I've gotten tossed around enough myself to know what to do.

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[George looks aghast.]

Tossed around?!? You do know you don't have to let anybody treat you like that, yes? You can have him arrested.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

[Moving around to sit across from him, Fred catches the full impact of that look. She shakes her head]

No, no...it's not like that. The job I do, sometimes things get out of hand? Or go as planned. there's no one to arrest.

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[Now George looks confused.]

What is it you do, then?

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I...

[She looks at the tablecloths, remembers their conversation about her name. But then again, she considers where they live]

Let's just say there's not a lot we've encountered here that's surprised me. [Fred looks at the man across from her. She's a stranger, really. And that suddenly makes it easier to say]

My physics professor sent me to a hell dimension where I was enslaved for five years and traded like cattle till I escaped to live in a cave. [She leave's off the part about writing on walls. And the torture] But then I was rescued by a vampire and his friends and I went to work for him. We sort of worked the cases that...we're a bit odder. Demons and such.

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[And this is the only part of the story George questions:]

A vampire rescued you?

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

[The smile that settles over her features then is a private one, more memory than anything else]

More than once, actually. More than one vampire even. Spike did too. He's actually here.

[Something refocuses]

So you see, there's isn't anyone that needs arresting...


((OOC:Just wanted to say how much I have enjoyed their interactions so far!))

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[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, I've spoken to him. And his mother. He does seem like he would rescue someone rather than eat them.

[George gingerly touches his bruise.]

Are all of my cognitives in the right place?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

His...Spike's mom?

[She's trying to pull all the pictures together for a minute, but the question brings Fred back]

You're doing very well. Just a few more things.

Can you tell me your name?

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Yes, a lovely woman.

[George cocks his head to the side.]

George. George Crabtree.

[He's not sure if this is part of the test still.]

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

[She just nods, no longer distracted by the idea of Spike's family. Though she'll ask him about it later]

And can you tell me where we are?

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

In my rooms, on the Barge.

[George can't really pronounce the word "barge" (it comes out more like "buuurjsh") but that's normal for George and George's accent.]

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

[That's a bit concerning, but her gaze just barely flickers as she holds up four fingers]

Can you tell me how many fingers you see?

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

[If you think that's concerning, try asking him to say if he'd eat an apple even if he hated eating apples.]

Four.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

[Oh my]

Four it is, and we're just about done. Can you follow my finger?

[And four does become just one, her hand slowly drifting across an invisible horizontal line]

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

[He does so, successfully.]

Well?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

You passed.

[Fred stands then, a smile flickering]

I think you're going to be just fine, other than a bit of a headache. I would just make sure to check in with someone tomorrow when you wake up.

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Thank you very much!

[George stands as well, looking greatly relieved, and offers her a firm handshake.]

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

[She meets his handshake easily, then moves towards the door]

Goodnight, George. Keep an eye on that head, alright? No more standing under heavy things.