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[noanaesthesia.livejournal.com]

WHO: X-23 and OPEN.
WHERE: In the streets, on patrol.
WHEN: Four AM, Saturday morning.
WARNINGS: Snikt and snakt. X-23 almost chopping someone to pieces.
SUMMARY: X-23 isn't feeling so great, and so takes things a little too far while on patrol.
FORMAT: tl;dr paragraphs to start, and then quicklog. Unless you really want paragraphs!

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X-23 doesn't get frustrated. She wasn't designed to become stressed or angry or upset, and as such, won't let things escalate, until everything's out of control; or so the theory goes, at least.

Right now, she's simply focused on the mission that's been laid out for her. That's what she's telling herself. She's gripping the collar of a target's shirt, and with another blow to the jaw, he stumbles back, hitting the wall of the alleyway as he slumps to the ground. Reaching out, he makes a desperate grab for the gun that's already been fired once, and somehow manages to wrap a hand around it. X-23 quickly takes care of that, though; claws snapping out, she slices the barrel of the gun in two, probably severing a fair few fingers in the process.

When he howls out in pain, she raises her fist, and pushes her claws clean through him, right at the joint of his shoulder. She's still striking him with her free fist and right knee when she realises that he's already unconscious, and probably has been for a while. She freezes instantly, mind oddly clouded over, like she doesn't know what's just happened; letting out a heavy breath, she quickly pulls her claws out but doesn't retract them, and places two fingers against his throat.

Although it's weak, there's definitely a pulse. X-23 swallows the lump in her throat, relieved. It's not because she sees something wrong with handling criminals in this way (in her mind, doing so would be a lot more efficient), but because she has direct orders not to kill. Leaving the man slumped where he is, X-23 wanders out of the alley, in the hope of finding a nearby payphone, or somebody who can help.

She digs a bullet out of her side with one claw as she goes, light-headed for all of a second, before the wound closes.

[ ooc; so I can't really ICly ignore the fact that X-23 has no concept of her own emotions, and thus deals with things by a) self-harming, which should be evident enough to anyone who spends any real amount of time with her, and b) flipping out while on patrol. Any help will be appreciated, whether it's a healer or somebody with a mobile phone, and people to shout at her/start a fight with her/lecture her are fine too. Anything goes! ]

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[was-sleeping.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, there are just days or nights when Whiskey does not sleep much at all. This is why she's out at four on a saturday morning. That, and testing her ability a little in the park earlier.

The commotion and noise, of course, is why she's stopped in the street close to the alley. "You were hurt," she notes. "Do you need a doctor?"

[noanaesthesia.livejournal.com]

X-23 keeps her claws out, but holds her hand behind her back. She sniffs the air, out of habit, before even thinking to reply; there's nothing that catches her immediate attention, even though she doesn't know what she was expecting to find.

Shaking her head, X-23 holds out her other hand.

“Phone.”

[was-sleeping.livejournal.com]

Whiskey tilts her head for a moment and then nods. "All right. I have a phone." She, in fact, has two phones. But that's neither here nor there. One is taken out of her purse and handed over. "I have a phone. Are you hurt?"

[noanaesthesia.livejournal.com]

X-23 takes the phone from her, using the same hand that she's holding it with to dial. She keys in 911, and turns her attention away from the stranger. She's still breathing heavily, which is strange for her, and makes her feel all kinds of unsettled.

Once she's connected to the operator, she says as little as possible, and just states that an ambulance is required, while telling them where to go. That done, she hands the phone back over, and then tilts her head towards the alleyway, unsure of whether she should dart off already.

[was-sleeping.livejournal.com]

Her phone gets put back away, and she glances towards the alleyway. Then really looks towards the alleyway. "Oh." A sort of low-key reaction there. It's the doctor in her, the Claire-Saunders in her that makes her go in the alley to check up on the man.

[noanaesthesia.livejournal.com]

Quick on her feet, X-23 snaps out her claws in her other hand, and darts around, cutting off her path before she can really get too far into the alleyway. She places herself between the man and the stranger, arms stretched out, and says, “Leave.”

[was-sleeping.livejournal.com]

Whiskey stops, staring more at the claws than the man or even X-23 herself. Really rather focused on those claws. "...I'm a doctor. It's good to help people. I can help people. I could help him."

hopping in here too if that's okay.

[kickinsidekick.livejournal.com]

[ Rikki doesn't usually patrol this late- 3 am is when she tends to call it quits, but it's the weekend so she can catch up on her sleep later, not to mention that sleeping's gotten to be more difficult for her. And no one at the apartment is awake to tell that she's gone, so it's not like she's making anyone worry. Besides, sometimes it's easier to sleep when she's pushed herself so hard she can barely move.

She's hopping from roof to roof and scurrying up fire escapes when she sees an ambulance heading towards an alley. She drops from an overhang to land on a balcony, just to make sure the EMTs can go about their business freely. ]

always! <3

[noanaesthesia.livejournal.com]

[kickinsidekick.livejournal.com]

[ Rikki looks up at the noise and spots X-23. She waves, and then casts one more worried glance towards the ambulance before jumping up beside her. ]

Hi. [ Rikki smiles, a little wanly, at her. Even though she'd seen a lot of people get hurt, it wasn't something she really got used to. ]

[noanaesthesia.livejournal.com]

Out late.

[kickinsidekick.livejournal.com]

[ Rikki nods. ] I've been having trouble sleeping. Figured I'd be doing something worthwhile by patrolling instead of tossing and turning for a couple of hours. You're out pretty late too.

[noanaesthesia.livejournal.com]

Usual patrolling schedule. Numerous targets.

[kickinsidekick.livejournal.com]

Tell me about it. [ Rikki tilts her head slightly. ] Did you see what happened down there?

So late, but would like to jump in if that's okay?

[thing4telepaths.livejournal.com]

Scott couldn't sleep, not with all that was going on right now, so he decided to go for a walk. He wasn't sure how long he had been walking or what area of town he was in, but when he looked up he noticed a familiar shape. He had no doubt that she already knew that he was there and had known he was coming for a ways now.

"X?" he called out.

Sure! Assuming this takes place once Rikki's gone.

[noanaesthesia.livejournal.com]

Had she been in any other city in the world, X-23 expected that the police would be there already, gathering up evidence and seeking out potential eye witnesses. Luckily for her, with the paramedics gone, there wasn't anyone around to prevent her from taking care of what was left in the alleyway.

X-23 was kneeling down and picking up the pieces of the gun when she heard somebody approach her. Had the scent not been vaguely familiar, she would've leap up, out of the alleyway, and lurked on the rooftops until it passed. As things were, she simply stood up, half of a gun in one hand, and turned in the direction of the voice.

“Cyclops.”

Okay!

[thing4telepaths.livejournal.com]

He was surprised to see a gun in her hand, although he noticed that it was just part of one. There weren't any dead bodies nearby so she was either holding back when she fought people or hadn't fought anyone here recently.

"What are you up to tonight?" he asked.

[noanaesthesia.livejournal.com]

“Patrolling,” she says, and decides that it's answer enough.

She gives him a final glance, before turning back towards the alleyway. Kneeling down, she picks up the remaining pieces of the gun; thankfully, the paramedics gathered up the severed fingers, as the cuts were clean enough to reattach them, but there's still a fair amount of blood soaked into the concrete, obvious even in the dark.

Re: Okay!

[thing4telepaths.livejournal.com]

Scott got a better look at the gun and realized that she had cut it. He almost felt bad for whoever had decided to point a gun at her. Seeing the blood on the concrete though and he doubted that the person got away without any extra holes.

"How has that been going?" he asked.

[gentlemancrook.livejournal.com]

Jim hadn't planned to spend his morning walk on heroics. Come to think of it, he hadn't planned to spend any of his time in the City on heroics, just because the machine told him he was supposed to and he prided himself on being a contrary bastard on occasion.

The commotion draws his attention, though, as commotions are wont to do, and he heads in that direction, looking somewhat perturbed to see the young clawed woman. More the blood than her claws, though.

"Oh, lord. --Are you injured?"

[noanaesthesia.livejournal.com]

X-23 fixes her eyes on the stranger, and very slowly retracts her claws. It hurts more, that way, but doesn't make as much noise; either he hasn't taken note of the claws, or, for some reason, isn't bothered by them. Whatever the explanation may be, she doesn't want to draw any more attention to them than necessary.

With the amount of blood currently covering her hands and clothes and side—even if the majority of it isn't her own—it's of little wonder that he's asked. Wanting to get this over and done with as quickly as possible, X-23 shakes her head.

“Not injured. Fine.”

[gentlemancrook.livejournal.com]

Jim takes care to approach her slowly, cautiously. The idea that she might be in shock has occurred to him, but she seems too composed for that.

"What the blazes happened--?" He couches his tone to calmness as well, looking around instinctively to check for police. They're never a good thing, in his experience.

[noanaesthesia.livejournal.com]

X-23 furrows her brow and holds up one hand, signalling that he shouldn't come any closer.

“There is no problem,” she says automatically, and then points down the street, gesturing for him to continue walking.

[gentlemancrook.livejournal.com]

Jim wonders briefly if she's an imPort or a local - so far all his experience with imPorts have led him to believe they're utterly insane, so it would fit.

"You can't possibly expect me to believe that."

He pauses, looking around again before satisfying himself, "Pray let me help you."

[noanaesthesia.livejournal.com]

She doesn't really know how to explain to a stranger that she can heal up from almost anything in a matter of seconds, and he seems quite adamant on offering assistance. Assistance that she doesn't require.

Pushing the claws in one hand back out, she points them at him.

“Leave.”