More victims for Saint [Elyon]

[Saint]

Carrying the girl wasn't a problem, showing his face to the staff of the infirmary was. How many girls and accidents had been linked to him? And he was already popular to the nurses and doctors there.

When Saint arrived at the door, the nurse shook her head at him and helped the bloody girl onto a bed. When the nurse asked for a doctor's assistance, the doctor saw Saint and shook his head, too.

With a little explanation, the nurses and doctor began poking her with needles and dabbing her with smelly liquids that made Saint's stomach lurch. From the side of the room, he watched the brown haired girl twitch under the healing touches of the doctors. After which, he was asked to sign something before they were left alone in the room.

Once more, he was seated beside a bed which was occupied by a girl whose head was bandaged. Pretty much like a de ja vu.

"hey," Saint began, "you...you want me to do something? To make up for it?

[Elyon Brown]

OOC: How did Saint know Elyon-san's name? ;;

Despite her body that was cruelly pictured with blood, the doctors and the nurses tried their very best in doing anything that would possibly lead in healing her. The needles bore down and hailed her skin. Some other tools aside from the needles were pinning her skin too, but she paid no heed on what those tools were. Why was she so severely injured like this? Then again, she couldn't blame the proprietorial car -- nor does she blame the owner of it -- unless if he did it to her in a jeering manner. This isn't good.

But she was dimly aware that something inside her had suspended action for a moment, during which moment she felt strangely light and disembodied. She can't move, because she was currently revering. But it was a good thing that a thermometer or anything like that was stuck in her mouth -- so she can give greater force to her speech -- in case she has one. It's a little difficult to talk with the thermometer in your mouth. She could only see little carmine blood spots already. Not like before, there were really blood dripping all over.

'hey, you...you want me to do something? To make up for it?'

"No need to do anything for me."

She told him with a weak smile as she sat upright from her lying position. She felt fluting through her, but she tried her best to ignore it. Her head was coiffed with bandages and she hates it. She feels so uncomfortable in wearing bandages in her head.

[Saint]

OOC: I modified it. Sorry, it slipped my mind.XD

Watching her form words with her thermometer-burdened mouth made Saint more and more guilty. He thought of suicide. Well, to kill himself for the sake of the millions of women he might kill sooner or later was...not immoral in his view.

However, he felt no resentment from her--though he was hoping he wasn't wrong or anything.

"No need to do anything for me." She replied while shifting to a sitting position. As Saint observed her, he knew the bandages were giving her one hell of a time...literally.

"So...hey, I'm sorry again." He paused. "The name's Saint. In case you want to sue me or something, that's my name." He smiled weakly. "May I know yours?"

[Elyon Brown]

'So...hey, I'm sorry again.'

"No need to apologize."

Despite her assuring voice echoing throughout the comfortable room, there were still foot-falls of silence drawing in every time both of them pause to think of another speech to say -- or at least, that's what they're doing. She stared at her body again -- blood wasn't split into partitions again. Well, in lieu of dower, "Mr. bad luck" currently seems to be delighted. That's not what she is all confused or worried about it. What she is astonished about is his recent speech earlier.

'hey, you...you want me to do something? To make up for it?'

The question is: why is he acting like that? To her, that's just a journey of discovering every piece of this puzzle. She was keeping her mere question in her head -- like it was a song -- it's like karaoke for the rest of the unanswered questions in her head. Will she not have earned at least a short lease of satisfaction for this day as well? And now, the boy's other statement or should she say, introduction; wasn't fame too much for her ears. Sure, introductions are not pretty rare for her to hear -- but an introduction like that -- isn't too normal for her.

'The name's Saint. In case you want to sue me or something, that's my name. May I know yours?'

"Nah, I don't want to sue you. Anyway, I am Elyon Brown. Nice to meet you."

[Saint]

"No need to apologize."

In between the words of the offender and the offended was silence and unknown contemplating. As the silver haired boy watched the girl, he knew she was thinking of something though that something was vague to him. He couldn't guess her next move. It was a rare encounter. He thought girls were somehow predictable.

Saint watched the bandaged girl look about her, specifically giving her body a glance or two. Those glances caused the lad to give her body wary glances too.

"Nah, I don't want to sue you. Anyway, I am Elyon Brown. Nice to meet you."

"Elyon, is that so?" Saint made a relieved sigh when he thought she sounded like she wasn't going to scratch the life out of Saint anytime soon. "Rare name." He nodded to himself as he felt his pockets for his pack of cigarettes. However, upon realizing that his obsession for nicotine was getting to him, he released the pack and smiled.

He continued looking at her and finally, after much silence, he spoke. "What are you thinking about?" Astonished that he was frank, he shook his head and chuckled, apparently embarassed. "I'm sorry. Your lack of anger got me curious."

[Elyon Brown]

The sun's disappearance is still some time away. The stars that pales the sky doesn't seem to approach any closer. Damn the time. But with aplomb, she knew that the stars will appear in the sky, indicating that it's already nighttime -- also the moonlight.

The moon reminds her of her friend. Luna Katanashi. The Luna who ingratiates herself with Jason. But she's not the girl who does coquettish actions as what Elyon had known so far.

'Elyon, is that so? Rare name.'

This conversation is already going nowhere. And in a reciprocation process. Well, that happens anyway. Not like she doesn't like it. It was nice to know another person from this Academy.

'What are you thinking about? I'm sorry. Your lack of anger got me curious.'

"L-Luna, Jason and Jack... my friends.."

She didn't notice that she said something. Not that she was starting to be inebriate, but she was just busy thinking about something. She was thinking -- about the people she mentioned earlier.

[Saint]

He was focused nowhere but on Elyon whose reaction was most interesting to him at that moment. He wondered at her reply.

"L-Luna, Jason and Jack... my friends.."

Did she mention Jason? And who was Luna? However, he did remember Jason calling Shanine Luna. Maybe the Luna of Elyon was the Luna of Jason.

Luna of Jason? Saint suddenly mused with an inward chuckle. That was quite a statement to put it.

"I know the two...I think. But Jack, not familiar." Saint shifted from his seat and then crossed his leg over the other. "Why? Something wrong with them?"

[Elyon Brown]

'I know the two...I think. But Jack, not familiar. Why? Something wrong with them?'

"No. Just wondering if they're ok."

Even Luna and Jason. There might be something that will ruin their relationship. Or someone, possibly. Some people here are evil. Were their voices somehow muted, they would have seemed a gaggle of grinning faces plotting something heinous, a ghastly pantomime show instead of a small and solemn wedding party.

From the acuity of her vision, the two seemed really to be close and auspicious. Well -- if somebody else has an opinion about them, she couldn't release an unnecessary pugnacity. Even Jack. How was he? And she doesn't have the time in meting her current feeling's raiment. Wait, she doesn't have a feeling at all.

She feels so blunt all of a sudden.