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[batmantled]

WHO: TORTURE VICTIMS, and OPEN to visitors and idk anyone else who might have a reason to be around
WHERE: the import clinic
WHEN: TAG IN AND SET YOUR OWN \o/
WARNINGS: Possibly
SUMMARY: Communal visitation log for torture victims.
FORMAT: Words



[ The clinic’s full today due to the recent influx, and probably swarming with activity from all quarters. The victims are spread out - or in some cases close together - so try to can the outbursts during quiet hours. ]

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[slingshots]

[ Oh. Not looking at him was probably pretty rude, huh. Not that she plans on looking over, but it at least warrants an explanation. ]

S'fine, I don't need convincing. Only, I'm coming down off totally blind, and trying to see you sounds like a great headache. [ She shifts, pulling knees to her chest and turning to face him, but keeps her head bowed. ] Bet you're getting tired of hearing I don't remember anything, though, huh.

[incywincyhero]

[He holds up his hands reassuringly.]

Hey, don't you worry about it. Whatever you need to do to be comfortable.

[Moving further into the room, he stops at the foot of the bed and slides the candy down the bedspread, within her reach.]

Wasn't sure if you'd like Snickers, but then I said to myself, "Spidey, who doesn't like Snickers?" So if you don't like it, it's not my fault you're some kinda weird statistical outlier.

[slingshots]

[ Heh. That gets a smile, at least, and she drops a hand toward that vague blur of a something. Sure feels like a Snickers bar. ]

Thanks. [ No kid needs sight to unwrap and eat candy. No kid. Through a bite: ] I know it was a guy. 'N just one, I think.

[incywincyhero]

[He keeps his voice pitched low and easy.]

Do you remember anything about where you were grabbed, or how?

[slingshots]

No. [ A shake of her head, a little sadly. ] Got nothing on either, sorry. Don't even remember what I was doing before.

[incywincyhero]

What about, uh ...

[Ugh, he so doesn't want to ask this of a teenage girl.]

... during?

[slingshots]

[ Totally nonchalant, here. ]

Bits'n pieces. I don't figure a rundown'd offer you much, but I got it if you want it.

[incywincyhero]

I hate to ask, but yeah, if I'm going to look into this properly ... then I need to know everything you can tell me.

[slingshots]

[ She turns her head toward him, quirking a brow. Her aim's pretty good for it, even if her eyes are closed by now. ]

You mince around this much in all your investigations, Spider-Man? [ gosh come on she was just tortured, can't she be treated like an adult yet?? but then because that's terribly helpful to said investigation, she adds: ] Chemically blinded, [ oh god insert here a list of disorientating drugs ] found in my system, two right toes amputated. Like I said, I know it was a guy. I remember a man's voice, but… wouldn't even be able to pick it outta a vocal lineup if I tried. Sulu picked me up on [ cross streets! ] around 2 AM, according to the report.