Log: Ongoing

[selfservinglove.livejournal.com]

When; Evening, 19th
Rating; PG (or PG-13)
Characters; alchemyteacher, selfservinglove, hannin, hopefully 2wanderinghands and lovesfreefood, anyone else can chime in, I guess...
Summary; After a bad night of drinking with Mugen, Hotta got into an argument with a strange girl. He apparently flipped out and tried to remove his offending eye. Gaara has happened across the man, mentioned that the man was dead to Izumi who rushed out to aid the boy...

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The streets were empty. No monsters, no people. It was empty in the City’s streets. Empty and dark just like the apartment was. Everywhere it was quiet, lonely.
Only, it wasn’t entirely quiet. Someone was talking to something.

Gaara walked towards the sound, wondering if his friend really had meant to cut himself open. What the hell had they been talking about? This whole city was insane!

And then, he heard a shout and then a rather wet, dull thud. It sounded like something heavy being dropped on compact sand. Or maybe a body being dropped onto the pavement?

Gaara dashed forward, through the streets quickly. And stopped dead in his tracks. The man from the apartment, Hotta, was lying on the edge of the fountain. Something smelled like vomit close by and blood. The whole area smelled like blood. Most of it old, but some, very fresh.

Gaara approached, staring what appeared to be a corpse.

“Are you dead?” He nudged the man with his foot.

The man didn’t move.

Gaara frowned, kicked him harder. “Get up!”

Still, no response.

Gaara frowned, sat down by the fountain. His friend was broken, bleeding into the water, probably dead. What the hell was he supposed to do about it?

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[alchemyteacher.livejournal.com]

Stupid, stupid drunk! Izumi Curtis cursed as she moved through the streets of the City. To worry a child like that! It made her so angry. Mad enough to beat the life from the idiot when he recovered.

Izumi calmed herself and paid attention if she was indeed going in the right direction. Being accustomed to small towns all her life, the ex-housewife found herself disoriented with the bright lights and the mass of people. Tonight, there were fewer citizens out to block her path. Probably because of the sudden drop in the temperature or due to the monsters incident that happened a few days ago. Either case, it wasn’t her damned business.

Upon entering Miserable Square, Izumi speeded her pace, rushing to the center where the fountain was located. There was blood everywhere; she felt sick when she spotted several limbs and eyeballs floating on the waters. Something bigger was inside the filthy liquid, the man Gaara told her about, and, sitting next to it, it was child, watching the body with frown.

She stopped her tracks in front of Gaara. He was so small and lost. It reminded her to Wrath. Izumi’s hard features softened. “Step aside dear,” she instructed him gently and bent down, picking the bloodied man effortlessly and putting him over her shoulder. She would worry about the bloodstains on her clothes later. “He’s breathing. We gotta take him to the clinic, Gaara.”

[selfservinglove.livejournal.com]

Gaara glanced up from glaring at the prone old man sprawled in the fountain. He nodded a silent, “hello” to the woman. She waved him aside, Gaara did not argue. This “helping” crap was wholly new to the bakemono (monster) of Sunagakure.

Her prognostic was that the man was still alive. Gaara frowned as she pulled the large man over her shoulder. “I could-.” He started, saw her determination and clamped his jaw shut. “Where is this clinic?”

[alchemyteacher.livejournal.com]

Izumi smiled warmly at Gaara, nodding her head as assurance she would be fine. The man did not weight her in the least, she had carried bears during her youth.

“Not too far. A couple of blocks from here, Gaara,” replied Izumi, starting to walk in a hurried pace, specially measured to not upset the unconscious man and avoid more bleeding. He smelled so bad, it made her want to throw up but she resisted the urge. The blood she could stand but the fellow reeked to alcohol.

[[OOC: No idea where exactly the clinic is. It wasn’t said, I think. XD So let’s make up the location]].

[selfservinglove.livejournal.com]

Gaara watched her moving and frowned. He reached out and uncorked the gourd on his back. “Wait,” he reached out and grabbed Izumi’s arm to get her attention and stop her running.
“Sabaku Fuyu,” (Desert Suspension) he spoke the words, moved his hands into position. The sand under their feet solidified and rose several inches off of the pavement. Gaara moved his hands again, “Ryusa Bakuryu!” (Quicksand in the Style of a Waterfall)
The sand flowed out of the gourd on his back in a long stream, allowing the platform they were on to bob along like a raft on water. It glided down the streets on the river of sand at breakneck speed without the jostle of running.

Gaara glanced at her, “much quicker.”

(OOC: No sweat, it’s near the apartment buildings. A small building with bars over every window/door.)

[alchemyteacher.livejournal.com]

Izumi stopped her tracks when Gaara grabbed her arm. She looked down, lifting an eyebrow. “What is it, dear?” she asked, wondering if he was hurt or uneasy with the arrangements. She was a stranger to him, after all.

When he uttered strange words and moved his hands to a position, Izumi could not help but stare in curiosity. Her features shifted to shock when noticed the sand streaming out his back. Did he carry that sand all this time? Is he an Alchemist? He looked young but he could easily be an apprentice.

She shook her head, allowing her brief shock become determination. “Ah-Thank you, Gaara,” she said, nodding. “You’re right, it’s easier this way.” Though, really she’d rather do this in an old-fashioned way. Relying on their extra abilities wasn’t exactly what Izumi approved but the man was badly hurt and she would not upset the boy with her standards.

[[OOC: Gotcha]].

[selfservinglove.livejournal.com]

Gaara nodded and crossed his arms over his chest. It was easier. And the chakra used to manipulate the sand was hardly enough to cause the boy any hassle at all. The sand flowed down the streets, complying with Gaara’s unspoken will, until it slowly ebbed away close to the apartment buildings.

Gaara lowered his sand without speaking and took a step into the diminishing waves of sands as they rose in tendrils and snaked their way back inside of the gourd on his back. “Which way?”

His eyes scanned the area, coming to a rest on a squat building decked out in bars. What was that supposed to be, a prison?

(OOC: He’s staring at the clinic, he just doesn’t know it yet. ^_^ Sorry about the delay. I fell asleep in front of the comp. XD)

[alchemyteacher.livejournal.com]

It was strange to walk on the sand but, thanks to her harsh training in survival when she was young, Izumi adapted quickly and smoothly continued the way until reaching the clinic. She did not talk during the journey, knowing there was not the time nor the place to solve her doubts.

“What do you mean which way?” Izumi asked, blinking. Had he never seen a clinic before? She paused and looked at Gaara. He was serious! Smiling, she pointed at white building he was staring at. “Right in front your eyes, Gaara.”

She took the lead, motioned Gaara to follow her inside. The antiseptic, clean atmosphere that welcomed them was such a stark contrast with the filth and blood reeking from the man she was carrying.

[2wanderinghands.livejournal.com]

Clive was nestled into his private office in the back of the clinic, completely immersed in reading Icha Icha Paradise. He thought he’d locked the clinic door, or at least, Miss Fuu should have. Fortunately, the monsters generally didn’t think to turn the handles and open the doors to various buildings, they just clubbed the outside bars.

Folder outs were tacked around the nearly always locked office where the doctor had set up a rather meager living space. His face was flushed and he was breathing heavily, too loudly to hear the door open.

Clive grinned broadly, he could almost feel the blood welling up, ready to ooze in twin jets from his nostrils-!

[selfservinglove.livejournal.com]

It was right in front of his eyes. Gaara shrugged. He walked inside after Izumi, scraping the edges of his gourd on the doorframe as he entered. Gaara wrinkled his nose as the hospital smell. It had been awhile since he had been inside of a medical facility. The hospital in Konoha, he remembered. He had tried to kill the injured Rock Lee, the first person to ever break through his sand armor!

The memory made Gaara frown harder. He eyed a medical cot, and without bothering to look at Izumi muttered, “I’ll find the doctor.”

[selfservinglove.livejournal.com]

Inside the building seemed to stretch on oddly further than it did on the outside. Maybe that was just a trick of the building’s design? Gaara strode passed a spotless medical table. On top was a metal tray loaded with scalpels and various other instruments that he neither noticed nor would have been able to name. The edge of the sand gourd caught the table, and sent the tray flying before Gaara noticed the collision.

Instinctually, Gaara leapt backwards at the metallic crash and a launched a stream of sand at the table. It splinted apart loudly as the heavy sand slammed it against a wall. The sound seemed to reverberate through the entire building. Gaara turned around quickly and continued walking into the back of the building to a set of rooms with closed doors, trying to ignore the destruct he had just caused.

Assuming that he had completely ruined any chances at surprising the doctor, the boy pushed open the door to the room furthest from the entrance of the clinic. Gaara’s eye grew wide at the sight before him.

More than three dozen nude, some only mostly nude, women stared back at the boy from the four walls of the small room. On the bed, little better than a medical cot itself, was a white-haired man with an enormous goofy grin plastered across his flustered cheeks, drooling over some pervert novel!

Gaara’s eyes narrowed, “Ryūsa Bakuryū!” The sands from the gourd flooded into the room, quickly filling the entire office. The white-haired man howled loudly, yelping like an injured dog as he came bobbing to the surface of the sand. He slid with a bump out of the room onto the linoleum floor in front of Gaara.

The boy glared down, crossing his arms over his chest. “Che! Hentai-sensei.” (Doctor Pervert)


(OOC: A new petname for Clive! XD Sorry for the double post, I figure Izumi is probably too busy to go seeking out Hentai-sensei. ^_^)

[alchemyteacher.livejournal.com]

Izumi entered to the empty clinic and surveyed the building after turning on the lights. It was as clean as she remembered, that girl must be good in keeping it in check. She was not there to greet them, no one was.

“Alright,” replied Izumi, setting down the man she was carrying and depositing him softly on the cushioned seats of the waiting room. “I’ll stay here.”

She leaned on the wall beside the injured fellow, sweeping her shoulders before crossing her arms. Izumi always kept a careful eye on the wounded man, in case his state worsened.

[[OOC: I was sleeping. DX; Where’s hannin?]].