Post by MKULTRA on Feb 26, 2016 15:22:20 GMT -6
"C-Cairo Zaxon?" was all she could muster. It wasn't much of a question, but she couldn't get anything else out! She continued to slowly step backwards.
Without any kind of verbal or implied command, the male's Stand was recalled back into its user's body, the man still keeping his alert eyes upon Catherine's form. "But, considering your current level of skill with the Spin, I'd say that you were looking to have this man take you under his wing, correct? Once one is already in possession of a special gift, it's only natural that they seek ways to better understand and use that gift, after all. Considering that you could see my Stand but chose to defend yourself via usage of your Spin tells me that you rely on it as a means of both offense and defense...which means that your Stand is either pitifully weak, or has uses that don't equate to direct combat." he reasoned, examining all of the currently assessed facts in his mind before putting the pieces to this curious puzzle together.
"Tell me...how right am I?" he then asked, standing his ground as he watched Catherine slowly inch away from him in an obvious attempt to escape the situation that she had found herself in. "Still...I have a proposition to make for you little one...so long as you'll stay to listen..." he said, grinning as he maintained his posture.
But what was this offer, and, more importantly, would Catherine stay around to hear it?
Cheryl hadn't been expecting David to wake so soon, and that showed on her surprised and then delighted expression as she settled herself into the chair by his bedside and then dragged it closer to the injured male, grinning down at him with a muffled; "Hey!" before she finished the licorice string with a few rapid bites and spoke up once again, clearly pleased to see the male was doing alright, despite his sour demeanour.
"You're one tough cookie, huh? Doctors said you weren't gonna be up for a couple hours yet. I'd ask how you're feeling, but they gave me the rundown on how bad you got banged up, so I pretty much know that already. Feeling thirsty, or something, or need me to get a nurse for ya? If you need something to eat, I scoured the place for a vending machine with licorice and found some raspberry laces. Hmm.. Maybe that's not the best idea though, we should maybe ask a nurse or somebody if you're okay to start eating, or if that'll screw with the anaesthetic or something.."
"You're one tough cookie, huh? Doctors said you weren't gonna be up for a couple hours yet. I'd ask how you're feeling, but they gave me the rundown on how bad you got banged up, so I pretty much know that already. Feeling thirsty, or something, or need me to get a nurse for ya? If you need something to eat, I scoured the place for a vending machine with licorice and found some raspberry laces. Hmm.. Maybe that's not the best idea though, we should maybe ask a nurse or somebody if you're okay to start eating, or if that'll screw with the anaesthetic or something.."
David was rather surprised to see someone had come to visit him, despite the fact that he had just been made aware of his own hospitalized state. Honestly, he didn't really remember much about Cheryl until she sat down and dragged her seat closer to him, a smile upon her face as she started running her mouth like it was in a marathon. As she spoke, he remembered that she was at the battlefield at Central Park just a few hours prior, though he wasn't aware of how much time had passed since he apparently passed out. How long had it been? Hours? Days? Weeks? No...it couldn't have been that long. After all, Cheryl was still wearing that same soiled shirt...
Still, he listened and hung on to every word that she spoke as he turned his head to face her, a slightly bewildered look upon his face as he quickly attempted to take in all of the information being thrown at him. "Uh...nah, I...I think I'm good. Thanks though." he said hoarsely, his throat rather dry. "Well, maybe a lil' water, if that's alright...I don't know how long it's been, but I haven't had anythin' to eat or drink since probably this morning..." he continued, looking away from her for a brief moment as he surveyed the cast on his right arm for a bit. Despite his dour mood, he was actually rather surprised at how warm Cheryl's attitude and approach was. He was a total stranger to her, and yet she was gracious enough to come to his bedside while he was injured and even attempted to help him when he was fighting against Hammer...though he still wasn't caught up to everything in that last department.
"Hey..." he began, "...the name's David. David Mooreson." he finished, stretching a smile across his bandaged face as he told her his name. "By the way, miss...where's that other guy at?"
Turns out, that question would be answered very shortly!
Hammer, with Dana not far behind him, would broach the room, crossing the threshold where he watched the rambling 'Cheryl' for a moment before announcing himself. "So... he's awake. That was much quicker than the others...Dana and I are going to find and stop the Cutter. His evil cannot be left on its own. Innocent people are getting hurt, what's more he is somehow creating rogue Stand users. A Stand is something the police cannot see or even stop. He is completely outside of justice. So...we will find him and bring him to justice."
He paused and looked at the seated 'Cheryl'. "And, I think you both should come along. I can tell that he..." Meaning 'David'. "...is a competent Stand master. And you... are a novice, but an honest one. A person can be taught to use their Stand effectively. But, honesty isn't so easily gained." Here Hammer gave the lying 'David' a second, inspective look.
"How's he doing?"
He paused and looked at the seated 'Cheryl'. "And, I think you both should come along. I can tell that he..." Meaning 'David'. "...is a competent Stand master. And you... are a novice, but an honest one. A person can be taught to use their Stand effectively. But, honesty isn't so easily gained." Here Hammer gave the lying 'David' a second, inspective look.
"How's he doing?"
And in response? He simply held his hand up, the broken one, while a grimace came upon his face from the sharp sensation of pain cascading throughout his hand. Eventually, the pain started to subside as whatever was in his body had begun to enter his bloodstream, the male glaring somewhat sharply at Hammer before lowering it to his side and proceeding to speak.
"The Cutter ain't the only one hurtin' innocent people around here, is he?" David began, harshly responding to Hammer's request as he dryly swallowed. "Look at me...look at what you did. I was in that park because I was tryin' to see if the guy that had been killed was one of our guys; one of the ones who lived in the Scrapyard. But I can't do that now 'cause my arm's been broken and there's a huge gash in my face!" he said, raising his voice quickly before the pain in the side of his face forced him to relax and sit back in the bed.
He looked out to the side now, staring out of the window with a solemn look upon his face...the look of someone who, already down on their luck, took a turn for the worse on the path of life. "Lemme ask you somethin'..." he said, gritting his teeth gently as he now refused to look the male in the eyes. "How am I even supposed to pay for any of this, huh? I'm homeless, livin' in the Scrapyard with no job and only a couple a' dollars to my name. I ain't got no insurance or nothin'; hell, I don't even have I.D., so tell me how I'm supposed to handle this. None of you look like you've got a couple thousand bucks lyin' around..." he said, covering his eyes with his good hand in an attempt to hide his face.
"I don't even have any clothes...just this hospital gown and my jacket. That's your fault!"