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Cherry Bomb 024 ♦ Nice ♦ Crash an' burn [In person // Video - Private]

[Nice is sat some distance away from the crash site next to a stream, topless - however this time, it's not for the Authors idea of voyeurism.

She's trying to nurse the burns she managed to collect in the crash. Since she had some of her smaller, test bombs hooked to her belt when the ship went down, most of her abdomen is black, red and raw, though the further the burns spread, the more superficial they become. The little explosions also managed to reach some of the scar tissue on her arms, though she's trying to ignore that for now.

Biting into the remains of her belt, she presses the soaked material that was her shirt onto her burns. Her jaw tightens aroun the leather and her eye wrenches shut. When it gets to the point where she can't do much more for herself, she spits out the gag, and manages to find her blackberry, loading the video message screen as best she can]

[Video - Private to John]

Hey, ah..I-I think I could use a little help..if ya not too busy or anythin'...

[For anyone who finds her in person, her glasses are missing and she has a few other cuts and scrapes, though the burns are the worst of it]

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[Glinda wasn't looking all that hot herself, but she had somehow managed to keep from getting to banged up. Looking back on it, her love of wearing fluffy dresses probably had more than a little to do with that. She stumbles upon Nice and immediately walks over, wanting to help.]

Goodness! Are you-? Oh that's a silly question, of course you aren't alright! What can I do to help?

[She bends over to the hem of her skirt and begins ripping long strips to use as bandages]

[Nice looks up at Glinda, her vision blurry due to the loss of her glasses]

Yeah, ah..if ya soak the strips in the stream over there..an' them give them to me

[She nods over to her right]

I really appreciate ya stoppin' ta help...I'm sorry aboutcha dress..next time we get sent somewhere nice, I'll buy ya another..

[She rushes over to the water, saturates a few strips for use and rushes back]

Oh no, don't mention it. This old thing was done before I even saw you!

[Begins to tear off a few more strips, to use as dry bandages.]

I'm Glinda by the way

[Nice knows that her injuries are beyond just cold water, but it was a kind of relief and it was better than nothing]

Glinda eh?..good ta meetcha; I'm Nice.

Very pleased to meet you! I just wish it were under better circumstances.

[She watches her for a moment.]

We really need to get you some real help though.

[Nice gives a little shrug, as if she doesn't have a care in the world]

S'fine..I've had worse

[Motioning to her eyepatch]

I doubt there's any real help around here anyway...this sure as hell ain't Earth

Well, I hope you're wrong about the help. Who knows how many others are hurt? Maybe there are aliens or something?

[His arm is bleeding from the shoulder and he has a nice gash on his face that looks like it could require some stitches. The crash not only knocked him out of bed, it sent him flying across the room and into his dresser.

He coughs and leans forward, speaking into the device.]

On my way. Where are you?

[He's putting his own pain aside and the wounds are not as bad as they appear. He grabs his pack that contains a basic medical kit.]

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[As much as she's trying to hide how much pain she's in, it still shows in her voice - although she's attempting to sound as laid back as ever]

There's tree's, an' a stream over there somewhere...I ain't too far from the ship

[A pained smirk]

Sorry I can't be more specific

I'll find you.

[He knew how to use the tracking GPS on the device and another question raised in his mind. He stops and his brow furrowed.]

Somethin's not right.

[She has to take a few deep, laboured breaths before she can answer]

..Yeah..?

[His face becomes stony and very hard. He turns to look over his shoulders to make sure that no one was listening in.]

I get yer readin', what I don't get is how. From what I read about GPS, there's gotta be a satellite feed t' make it work. This is an alien planet...this shouldn't be possible.

[Welcome to stage 1 of John's brain breaking.]

[With her mind preoccupied with her injuries, Nice struggles to concentrate on what John is saying]

We don't know how far we are from Earth..there could still be satellite signals..fuck..

[He finally reaches her and his heart sinks.]

Oh shi-

[He rushes to her side and he begins to work. Despite his own pain, she faces something far worse. She has the complication of her old scars now mixed with the new ones.]

I gotta get ya cleaned up and wrapped. Baby, why didn't you tell me you were hurt?

[Relieved that he found her, Nice gives as good a shrug she can manage]

What can I say..I hate bein' the one ta bring down the party...

[Said through half gritted teeth and an attempt at a smile]

Ya hurt too bad..?

[He gives a small smile despite her pain. He hated feeling helpless and worst of it feeling like he's going to lose Nice the same way he lost Red.]

Hold on, baby. I'll fix ya.

[He avoided the question of being hurt himself. He winces as he shrugs off the strap to the bag and begins to work.]

[She notices his avoidance of the question, and decides to ask again out of her own concern]

Tell me - how bad are ya hurt? I don't want ya helpin' me if you're secretly bleedin' ta death-- OW!

[This wasn't how she saw her day turning out. But, regardless, she tries to stay still as he applies aid]

Yer more important right now. My injuries can wait.

[The gash on his arm was bad but it wasn't bad enough to where he would bleed to death. Burns can get infected a lot faster then his own wounds and he could tend to his arm when he's done patching her up.]

Gotta love priorities..a'right, but ya gotta promise you'll get help after ya done helpin' me. I ain't gonna be responsible for ya makin' ya injuries worse..

I'll take care'uv it m'self.

[Not to mention, he's not going to obligate himself to anyone. He begins his work patching up her wounds with the bandages he had in his bag and this time, he wasn't about the go stingy with the Vaseline which is going to prevent sticking.]

Hold on, this might sting a little.

[Fluttering around examining the wreckage he spots Nice. Lingering over her he tries to recognise her. He bites his lip when he realises who it is.]

Oh dear. I suppose you'll want my help won't you?

[She opens her eye at Kuja; even with blurry vision, all that violent and pink and moave is hardly going to be anyone but him..]

Well, that depends entirely on what kinda help..ya can offer

[Kuja lifts his hand, debating healing the girl.. well, it'd make him look that much better in the 'public eye' and she'd owe him permanently.]

I can make it as though this never happened to you.

Yeah..?

An' whatcha gonna want in return?

The opportunity to be able to call in a favour at any point after. You're skilled with those bombs. I may require some at any given future date.

Does that sound feasible?

[He offers his hand out to her, seemingly there to help her up. But more a case of sealing the deal.]

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