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Post by Mush Meyers on Oct 14, 2009 16:49:32 GMT -5
Mush opened his mouth and closed it again. He did this twice then stopped, he figured he'd look like a fish. But he just couldn't get the words to come out. He thought about what Levi said. He didn't want this to be a fling. Ophelia was pretty and smart. But was she betrothed? He didn't see a ring, but ya really didn't need one. What if she was going to marry one of those guys. The ones that were smarter, more handsome, and actually had money. Unlike Mush.
He watched the girls walk over to a bench. Street looked hurt. He looked back at Levi. "Hey don't ask me. I've never said anythin' to offend a goil. Well, when she was within hearin' distance."
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Post by Street on Oct 14, 2009 17:02:48 GMT -5
Levi snarled at him, actually snarled. "Look, it aint's my fault the b**** has got sonic hearin'. I'll give to you straight, I haven't been with a goil in a long while... too long if you ask me. I think it's going to shrivel up and die soon." Levi said miserably. "But a good lookin' goil comes along, and you get her. I have to compete with Irish and Sean, and now you? Come on!" He threw his hands up.
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Post by Mush Meyers on Oct 14, 2009 17:25:04 GMT -5
Mush raised his hands in defense. He was still smiling, naturally. "Okay okay, chill Levi. Calm down." He chuckled, "Trust meh, it won't shrivel up." He shook his head. Boo was so weird at times. "We'll get ya a goil, relax." He thought he saw Levi relax a little, but didn't get out of his defensive position. He knew Levi always kept his knife in his back pocket. Mush tried to keep one eye on his eyes and the other on his hands but didn't want to make it obvious. So he mostly looked him in the eyes. You can tell a lot about a person from their eyes. "Look why don't ya just go ova there and clear some things up? I'm sure she'd understand. And if it gets outta hand I'm here and Irish isn't far away." In truth, Mush didn't know who he'd help. His friend or Ophelia's sister. He was torn. But if it came down to it, he'd have to make a snap desicion.
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Post by Irish on Oct 14, 2009 18:02:09 GMT -5
Levi looked at him. "I think I know if it's gonna shrivel up or not. Wanna check?" He asked, making a rather lewd gesture. A passing woman gasped and Levi flipped her off. "Keep walkin', you hag." Clearly, Levi's mood wasn't lifting. Combine lack of sleep, food, and a rush of fifteen year old boy hormones-plus a knife-and it was bad. "Look Mush, why don't you just f*** her already? I'm sure that once you get her knocked up, everythin' will be fine." He snapped, crossing his arms.
Street looked up a bit, her mouth a perfect o. She looked like she was seeing Levi for the first time. She gestured to Mush frantically, trying to convey to him that Levi had been drinking.
"You know what, Mush? F*** you! You come up to me and try to make me calm, but you know what, I don't need your help! Not one bit!" He snapped, glaring at him. Sure enough, a bit of alcohol was detected on his breath.
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Post by Mush Meyers on Oct 14, 2009 18:39:10 GMT -5
Mush lowered his hands and balled them into fists at his side. He saw Street out of the corner of his eye. She was motioning something about drinking. He crinkled his nose at the smell of beer in Levi's breath. He fought the urge to punch him in the face. But when Levi said f*** you! he couldn't take it anymore. He reeled his arm back and hit Levi squarely in the jaw. He narrowed his eyes. "I hope that knocks some sense into ya Levi. Then maybe ya won't drink as much and piss off your friends. 'Specially when they try ta help ya."
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Post by Street on Oct 14, 2009 18:47:01 GMT -5
Levi stumbled back when Mush's fist connected with his face. He landed on his behind and something changed in his eyes. He reached into his back pocket and drew his knife. He launched himself at Mush, using his Indian reflexes. Nobody hit Levi Akecheta, no one. He tackled Mush and tried to bring the knife down, he didn't know what he was actually going to do with the knife...
Street ran over and tugged at Levi's arm, he whipped his hand around and caught her skirt with the knife. It slashed across her stomach, causing a tear in her blouse and bright blood began to seep from the wound, which was deeper then they all realized. Street clutched her stomach in pain and collapsed. She fell back on her butt and tried to keep the darkness from clouding her mind. Ophelia remained silent-knowing screams would not help. She did not know what to do, so she placed her hand at her mouth.
Levi's mind cleared. He was no longer angry. This was nothing like picking off a squirrel or rabbit, this was a girl, this was Street. He dropped the knife and crawled over to her, "Street, my God, I'm sorry. Oh God..." He cried out, her reply was a sob. He held her gently as she clutched her stomach and sobbed.
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Post by Mush Meyers on Oct 14, 2009 18:56:36 GMT -5
Mush watched in horor as Levi slashed Street's stomach. She was bleeding pretty badly. She fell, holding her stomach. "Levi! Stop. Now." Mush pushed him away and crawled over to Street. Levi came over and held her. "I'm going to get help." He looked over at Ophelia. He wanted her to go with him. "Stay with them. I'll be right back, I promise." He knew she had to stay with Street. Ophelia might be the only one that could keep Street awake long enough. He got up and ran into the street. He was shouting at everyone for help. He needed someone with medical experience.
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Post by Street on Oct 14, 2009 19:07:36 GMT -5
Street blinked slowly, her eyes struggling to open this time. "Please..." She sobbed. Levi brushed hair off her forehead. Ophelia nodded at Mush and sat next to Street.
"Come on, Rosalind, tell me a story..." Ophelia said, tears streaming down her face. Street struggled to smile, feeling very weak, but numb and light. Ophelia looked at Levi. "There's so much..." She said softly, looking at the blood.
"Well, Spot calls me a hobo alot." Street murmured.
"Yeah, talk about Spot," Levi encouraged, rubbing his eyes suspiciously.
"Are ya cryin', Levi?" Street asked, smiling slightly. Levi shook his head, then nodded slightly. Street raised her hand and patted his cheek. "Don't cry ova me, Levi. I'm just Street."
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Post by Mush Meyers on Oct 14, 2009 19:17:18 GMT -5
Mush ran through the streets. No one would answer his crys of help. He ran into a pretty looking girl. "Hey hey calm down. What's the matta?" She asked.
"It's Street." Mush said gasping for air. He pointed behind him.
Abby remembered Irish talking about Street. "Hang on." She said and ran toward a building. She came out with Irish. "Show us." They took off after Mush. Back to the Park. They found Street and Levi where Mush had left them. Mush walked over and knelt beside Ophelia. "Irish." he whispered looking up at him. "Help her. Please." He looked at Levi, his eyes were wet. As were Ophelia's. Mush put a reasurring arm around her. "Irish'll fix her up." He hoped he was right, but he wasn't sure.
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Post by Street on Oct 15, 2009 15:01:58 GMT -5
Street vaguely realized others had appeared. She still rested her hand on Levi's cheek, though he now held it there. "It'll be okay, Street. Irish's here now." Levi murmured. Irish nodded and gently picked her up, moving her to a more secluded bench, Levi followed. Irish gently touched her stomach and she screamed in pain. Irish sighed.
"Anybody got any alcohol?" He asked, Street protested weakly, she never drank. Levi guilitly handed over a small flask of whiskey. "Geez kid, you want a liver when you get older?" Irish asked sarcastically. "Here, make her drink it." He shoved it into Mush's hands. He pulled from his pocket a needle and thread, cutting the thread with his teeth and threading it skillfully. He waited until Street had drained the entire flask and began to stitch her wounds. He used a hankerchief to wipe the blood away. He narrowed his eyes and stuck his tongue out between his lips, concentrating.
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Post by Mush Meyers on Oct 15, 2009 15:20:36 GMT -5
Mush gulped as Irish handed him the flask. He breathed deeply and let go of Ophelia. He took the flask and started toward Street. "Come on Street drink it. It won't hurt anymore. Just drink." He told her in a shaky voice. His eyes were wet and a tear rolled down his cheek. He didn't like making people do stuff they didn't want to. And clearly, Street did not want to drink the alcohol. Mush tried to steady his hand which was shaking like mad. It helped a little when Ophelia came over and put her hand on his. Together they watched Street drink the entire flask.
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Post by Street on Oct 15, 2009 18:43:06 GMT -5
Irish finished stitching Street's stomach. He poured the remaining alcohol over the wound. She hissed, but then calmed. "Can I sleep now?" She asked. Irish shook his head.
"She had to stay awake, no matter what." Irish told them. Levi and Ophelia nodded, he took her hand.
"Come on Street, stay awake, tell us a story." Levi murmured, rubbing her hand gently. "She's really cold."
"She lost a lot of blood. We have to wait until the free doctor around the street opens up tomorrow morning. But first, ye have to get a slip from the Good Will, so she can get medical care." Irish told them seriously. "Do anything ye can to get that slip of paper, it could mean life or death for her..." With that, he patted her head and left, off to work.
Levi looked at Mush. "It's all my fault..." He murmured. "We have to keep her awake until tomorrow."
"I think she can sleep, just not to heavily." Ophelia told them.
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Post by Mush Meyers on Oct 15, 2009 18:54:51 GMT -5
Mush watched Irish go. He was getting nervous. He looked at Ophelia. "But Irish said we have to keep her awake." He did trust Ophelia, but he didn't want to lose Street either. She was like his sister. "Ophelia, i don't know..." He looked down at Street. She looked awfully pale."Street, stay with us." He whispered. He patted her leg while keeping his other hand on Ophelia's leg.
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Post by Street on Oct 16, 2009 19:04:40 GMT -5
Street quieted, her breath became easier, but she still struggled to stay awake. Levi was shaking slightly, trying to comfort her yet keep her awake. "Come on Street..."
"I hear ya..." She whispered, trying to smile. "I still... don't like... alcohol." She told them, looking at all their faces. "Ya'll look like someone... died." She laughed softly, but stopped when she winced.
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Post by Mush Meyers on Oct 18, 2009 19:42:30 GMT -5
Mush let out a soft laugh. I guess we don't have to worry about becomin' drunk. He thought. He itched his nose with his shoulder while really trying to catch the tear that rolled down his cheek. His smile left his usually cheery face at her last comment. He wanted to tell her she was the one that looked like she was dying but it wouldn't help the situation any. He put on a fake smile. "Just stick around with us, Street. No one's died." He pushed the yet that formed in his head away.
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(c)Street