CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS
Strip Families
[AWD:040c17]cqc ? samurai ? toughness[M:-3124]
Jacques: CATO IS THE SUPER WHORE OF THE SITE I SWEAR
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Post by CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS on Oct 14, 2012 22:53:53 GMT -5
 
Another day, another victim. Patching up people with Arcade a couple days ago had been simple enough and since Arcade had to go running his mouth off to the de facto Leader of the Followers, Cato found himself stuck on patching people duty. It thoroughly sucked as he had to fake civility and a couple of them were put in the camp because of him. His drinking was out of hand by now and so was the fighting. He'd been surprised the Followers still hung onto him and figured maybe they were hoping he'd change. In all honesty, he probably wouldn't. Not anytime soon anyhow. He cleaned his hands of any remaining blood after stitching a man's bullet wound closed and slunk over to the next, and the next and the next.
God, did it ever stop? He took a moment to think, realizing it probably would never end, not with people like him still roaming the mojave. It made him smile for the first time for the day and even got a chuckle out of him.
Just as he was ready to call it for the night, one of the other apprentices waltzed into his tent for that had be loaned for him for the day and said another man was in for an injury. Cato ran a hand over his face, uttering several curses under his breath before motioning for the man to brought to him. Cato headed to the supply closet and dug about for what supplies he thought would be needed, sighing heavily in annoyance. It was about then his tent 'door' opened and Cato turned around to face them.
"Please, have a seat. What sort of injury are you coming in for today and how can the Followers be of any help?"
[/color] He began in a monotone voice, hating to repeat the same words over and over again. He couldn't wait to out drinking at the Strip already, hearing the city call ever so silently like a siren to him. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font]
TAGGED! Lowell and maybe Arcade down the road.
LYRICS! i should tell you, rent obc
NOTES! Sorry it's a bit short.
CREDIT! KENNATRONIC @ caution 2.0
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Lowell Dawson
Wastelander
[AWD:1c]four-leaf clover ? educated[M:0]
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Post by Lowell Dawson on Oct 14, 2012 23:41:59 GMT -5
The day didn't seem to be treating anybody well. The beds at the Old Mormon Fort seemed full up. Although they probably always were. Lowell was in under a less than impressive circumstance. He had been victim to a Raider assault earlier in the day. A man with a gun and a man without sure seemed to end up with the armed person getting away with something more than he had to begin with. It was like this was some sort of trend. Lowell couldn't count the times he'd been robbed, beaten, shot, stabbed or just generally kicked around. One would think he'd be a stronger man through all this varying torture but he was just as practically dead as always.
Well, at this point he pretty much was dead. He'd received multiple gunshot wounds and a few good cuts. Enough that he knew he was low on the blood and losing more fast. Luckily he knew he could count on the Followers. Even more luckily, he just so happened to be on the outskirts of New Vegas, mere walking distance from Freeside. He opened the massive gate to the Fort and stepped inside, immediately stopped by a brooding man behind a defensive pile of sandbags. He called out to ask what kind of assistance Lowell needed and after hearing about his 'few scratches', as Lowell put it, sent a messenger to go tell the man on patching duty.
After a few minutes of waiting, Lowell was hurried off to one of the bigger tents. He stepped in to a, rather rough, looking doctor facing away from he. The man spoke and turned as Lowell took a seat. The doctor looked awfully... Dangerous. Like he had some story to tell that had to deal with epic battles and awesome encounters of near death. Most people here looked like they were raised the same way Lowell was, in the lap of luxury. "Several lesions due to weathered machete. Sanitation is a must. I tried to do so myself but I'm without the will to do so. Four bullets wounds, two in my left leg, with one being in my quad the other in my iliopsoas, another in my left tricep and lastly, one just above my external oblique." Lowell blinked at the doctor in expectancy of quick attention. |
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CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS
Strip Families
[AWD:040c17]cqc ? samurai ? toughness[M:-3124]
Jacques: CATO IS THE SUPER WHORE OF THE SITE I SWEAR
Posts: 92
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Post by CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS on Oct 15, 2012 0:02:46 GMT -5
He expected a reply, sure. Just.....not the one he got.
"Several lesions due to weathered machete. Sanitation is a must. I tried to do so myself but I'm without the will to do so. Four bullets wounds, two in my left leg, with one being in my quad the other in my iliopsoas, another in my left tricep and lastly, one just above my external oblique."
[/b] It was enough to give him a pause and he stood at his full height, brows furrowing as he muttered some of the words back to himself. Some he remembered from his teachings. Others he had no idea at all what they meant. He scratched the back of his head, brows still knotted in confusion as he gathered the rest of his supplies. Clutching what he could to his chest, he grabbed hold of a chair and dragged it lazily behind him, facing it towards the man who came in once he was close enough. "O.....kaaaay.....uh......right. So you got some....lesions from a machete. Guess you ran into a legionnaire? Thought they didn't strike so close to Vegas anymore."[/color] The was enough to give him worry if they were. The wounds were easy enough to spot considering the man was a spouting fountain of blood. He set to work on dabbing the salve often used on the cuts and tried to think of something to talk about to keep the man awake. Arcade and the others had always said if someone was severely wounded, chances were they were going to pass out. If they passed out, they would go into shock if they already hadn't and that was a bad thing. Some of the cuts were deep and looked as they were going to need stitching and with a small grunt, arose to go fetch the needle and thread. "What's your name? Got any family left?"[/color] It was a basic starting topic but it would get the job done at least. He fumed upon spying the spool of thread in the back and set to work on fetching it. It took a couple minutes before he managed to snag it and headed back over to the bleeding man. Cato held the needle up before him to ensure it was clean as he spoke again to the man. "This might sting a bit, but it'll be alright. I'm just gonna sew up a couple of your lesions and once that's done, get to work on your bullet wounds in your....ah legs was it?"[/color] Cato glanced at the man for confirmation then threaded the needle. Pinching some of the skin together, Cato slowly began the task of stitching the first cut closed. His tongue stuck out a little as he poured his focus and concentration on the task ahead. Cato just didn't realize how much trouble this patient was going to be just yet. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font]
TAGGED! Lowell and maybe Arcade down the road.
LYRICS! i should tell you, rent obc
NOTES! Cato is already getting agitated. XD
CREDIT! KENNATRONIC @ caution 2.0
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