Private Crimson and Clover

[Capris Halcyon]

Her hand returned red, not a spot of tan skin visible. That was bad.

With a slight slouch to her posture, fingers corded through matted, blood soaked hair. That was very bad.

The girl stumbled through an alley, hand clasped to a spot on her sternum as crimson dripped through the gaps. Grounded by a clenched jaw, she forced her feet in some sort of configuration forward as if tracking through mud. From behind her, distant shouts grew in volume.

Stupid.

Even without all the Jedi training she should've been able to avoid this. It's true her mind had been elsewhere since her encounter with Sinestra, but that was hardly any comfort. There was another thought too, that maybe she deserved this. To die at the hands of some underworld scum all because a stupid mid-tier job fell through.

Her foot caught on a rogue beer can and sent her straight to the ground. With a growl, she righted herself, back pressed against the side of the alley, and tried to muster the strength to stand.

Except now she couldn't.

Her vision freckled and strained from all the blood loss, hardly allowing for the coordination she wanted from her body. Each passing second she could feel wisps of consciousness slowly giving out.

Dammit.

Her vision went black.

Eloise Dinn

 

[Eloise Dinn]

Eloise's lip curled at the sight that greeted her as she turned the corner. She had just walked out of a convenience store, pink drink in hand, when she spotted the body of a girl in the alleyway next door, sitting up against the wall. While she was motionless and covered in blood, Eloise could still sense some life in her.

She approached cautiously, wary of an attacker lurking in the shadows. Judging by all the blood on her shirt, someone had knifed the girl. Eloise crouched down. "Hey," she barked, checking if she was conscious. "You're bleeding. Want some help?"

Capris Halcyon​

 

[Capris Halcyon]

Loud.

Capris cringed as an eye fluttered open to assess the woman in front of her. It was entirely possible she was hallucinating the purple hair and pink drink before her, but the bounty hunter was willing to take that gamble. Besides who cared if she was caught talking to herself mid brain death? Surely that could be forgiven.

"Yeah." she croaked, a small delirious smile on her lips, “That would be nice." Her hand slumped to the side. It was then her blurry eyes tried their best to focus on the drink in Eloise's hand "S'that any good?" she slurred, eyebrow raised in what seemed to be genuine curiosity.

Eloise Dinn

 

[Eloise Dinn]

With permission granted, Eloise set to work. Practiced hands performed triage and basic first aid; once she knew the extent of the damage, she might apply some of the Force healing Amani Serys had taught her. If the girl wasn't too terribly injured, it would save them a trip to the nearest hospital.

"S'that any good?"

Eloise hadn't realized she was still holding her drink. "No," she replied, chucking it over her shoulder. "It tastes artificial, like all the food here does." At least it was cheap.

Capris Halcyon​