Skeleton Keys

[Ixidor92]

Sanz put up one finger, as if he was starting to make a point


"Okay, look. I'm going to spell out the whole situation for you. The fact of the matter is, the reason you got locked up in that situation last night was because Violet thought you and I had some time of friendly--or at least positive--relationship. And then, after she did, I ran in there to come and get you. If word gets out that I did that and you are some kind of friendly acquaintance of mine, then this WILL happen again. And I'll be honest, not everyone is as nice as Violet when it comes to dealing with outside people. So the picture needs to be changed a little. Namely, you aren't a friend, you're a target for me. So if someone comes after you, it won't have the desired effect, it will just piss me off. In order to propagate that though, tomorrow you need to look like I beat you half to death."

 

[Ricia]

"Oh.. ok..." Politics of gangs were hard. She dealt with a gang on her own time.. and she was not sure if this logic applied to them. The Violet person was proububly more concerned with territory and power... while some for money and power.."Well... As long as I don't look like a complete clown." She said with a shrug.

 

[Ixidor92]

"Yeah well . . . I make no promises."


Sanz took the case from Sage and started applying what was inside. After fifteen minutes, Sage looked like he had a black eye, several bruises around his collar bone, and a blotch near the crest of his hairline


"There. That should do for now at least."

 

[Ricia]

"I look like a zombie...." Sage said looking in a hand held mirror that came in the large kit. "So... when can I take a shower? Like... in 2 weeks when a real bruise like this heals?" Sage asked. She was exaggerating a bit.. but deep bruises like that took time. She knew that much.

 

[Ixidor92]

Sanz closed up the box and handed it to Sage. There was still plenty inside


"Here. Just make sure that if you take a shower you reapply it before you leave your house."

 

[Ricia]

Sage then grinned when he handed her the box, "Oh. Well it's ok. I liked the black eye on on the other eye instead. Also this blotch here... I think it would look better here.... I'll just move it tomorrow." She told him, hoping he'd fall into her trap.

 

[Ixidor92]

Sanz narrowed his eyes and leaned in closer to Sage.


"Look. Do you want to make this charade work? Or do I need to actually beat the hell out of you?"

 

[Ricia]

"The later option might need to be applied, but you could just leave me to my own devices and not come save me. I mean... didn't you say you don't care what happens to me... if I get involved with you? Or... something to that effect." Sage asked him with a soft chuckle, "Why do you care so much?"

 

[Ixidor92]

Sanz closed his eyes and let out a sigh


"I said it's better for everyone involved if no one gets involved with me. I never said I didn't care."


He leaned back in his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose


"Is it too much to believe that I just don't want you to get hurt? Or do I need some ulterior motive?"

 

[Ricia]

"Well. Most people don't shatter their arms for someone who has only been a nuisance to them for the past week or so. So yes. I think you have a ulterior motive." Sage set the box down, "Fact is. I can't really apply this stuff myself. I really would mess it up." Sage told Sanz.

 

[Ixidor92]

"Yeah? Well I'm not most people."


Sanz picked up the box and walked back into the living room. He needed some movement to clear his head


"Besides, its not the first time my arm's been broken like this."


Outside the front windows, the sun was just starting to peek over the horizon.

 

[Ricia]

"Hmmm... so where are your parents? " Sage asked him. She kicked her feet lightly from where she was sitting, "you'll need them for the surgery... right?"

 

[Ixidor92]

Sanz gave a scoff at Sage's comment


"My mother is overseas right now. My father is about a four-hour car ride away, if he could even be asked to give a single f***."


He shook his head and sat down on the small couch in the living room


"They don't give a damn about me, so why should I give a damn about them?"


There was no remorse in Sanz's voice, it carried absolutely no respect for either of the individuals he talked about, nor the familial love one would expect

 

[Ricia]

Sage nade a bit of a face when Sanz started on a tantrum. "Then what are you going to do about your arm?" Sage asked. Though she was woundering if he was going to get pissy for asking, since he is going to getting pissy right then.

 

[Ixidor92]

Sanz shook his head with a scowl on his face.


"I don't know. I'll come up with something."


He stood up and walked around slightly, as if he was going to start pacing.


"We're done with your face, so you should probably head home."

 

[Ricia]

"Uh...hu..." Sage said before walking over to the front door and leaning down to put her shoes on, "Alright then. I'll see you Sunday evening so you can put make up on me again! I guess I'll have to shower at your place." Sage told him.

 

[Ixidor92]

Sanz was pretty sure that if he had been drinking anything, it would be sprayed across the wall right now.


"And what--on earth--makes you think that is going to happen?"


Sanz could not have Sage visiting him on a regular basis, that would be the opposite of solving the problem

 

[Ricia]

"I told you. I can't put that stuff on right! Do I look like I use make up to you?" Sage asked Sanz. She smiled at him before finishing putting on her shoes and grabbing her bag, "Anyway, see you Sunday evening!" Sage said before starting to walk out the front door.

 

[Ixidor92]

Sanz gave a scowl


"I wouldn't be surprised if you did."


Was muttered as Sage left his house. Great. Now he had to deal with this blue-haired thorn in his side for probably another ten days or so, at least, to make it convincing. Dammit. He shook his head and threw the dishes in the sink to deal with later


"I should visit the doc from yesterday."

 

[Ricia]

As soon as Sage left, she sprinted her way to the Doctors that Sanz saw yesterday. She was excited because she knew Sanz was going to be beyond pissed off. Not only that, but it would leave him crippling in her debt. At least she hopped it would. He might just call it even for saving her ass. Oh dammit, he will. Oh well. Sage thought to herself.

 

[Ixidor92]

(sorry it took so long to post. Last night the site went all wonky)


Sanz threw a jacket on over his shirt, leaving his left arm out of the sleeve, before leaving the house. People were starting to get up and go about their daily business as he made his way over to the doctor's place. Upon getting there, he finally got a better look at where exactly he was heading


"Is this . . . a children's clinic?"

 

[Ricia]

(We got DDoS. I was up with the admins most the night. Not that I could do much. Wizard and Gahn worked their asses off. The site almost went on a 48 hour shutdown period.)


It was indeed a children and adolescent clinic. Roen Addore was on the plaque outside the building, the only doctor there. It was nothing big or seemingly popular, however there were several people with their children there. The waiting room had toys and books there for younger kids and a TV on the cooking channel for the adults. There were a couple of people here already waiting to see him.


Sitting behind a counter was a women. She looked up to him before speaking to him, "May I help you?" She asked, trying to gain his attention.

 

[Ixidor92]

(yeesh. That's rough)


Sanz walked up to the counter when prompted, and was about to mention that he had been told to come in--then remembered that he had come in during off-hours and it probably wasn't the best idea to bring any possible mention to that fact


"Hopefully, I'm looking for Dr. Roen? My arm was broken last night."

 

[Ricia]

"I see... What is your name?" The women asked. She turned to the computer and started to type and click a few things here and there before looking up at Sanz again, waiting for his answer.

 

[Ixidor92]

"Sanz."


It seemed that Sanz would probably have to wait for any more medical attention. Well, he couldn't exactly up and leave without having his arm looked at could he? Well, he actually could, but it would be a very dumb idea.