▉▊ constants.

                   { –ngh, that will                       take too long. }

        his entire body aches ( and for a second daisuke wishes he had fallen unconscious; at least that way the pain would cease, ) but he keeps his posture still as much as possible and stops the brunette’s movements. he’s bleeding on quite a number of places, and continuing to push on in his condition would only worsen the already-dreadful situation. and, even if he doesn’t wish to underestimate the female, chances of finding a hospital before the blonde passes away are … slim.

                   { there should be                       a phone on me. }

        his breaths are heavy; scented with blood & other unpleasant smells, but the boy’s own breath smell is the least of his worries as he tries to perch upon the ground. as uncomfortable the cement is, it’s more preferable to sit on it; rather than limping with a stranger supporting him. a bruised hand sneaks inside the blonde’s pocket and, rather clumsily, pulls out a ( thankfully undamaged ) mobile phone.

trembling fingers hold the device in the femme’s direction – the boy himself isn’t capable of calling any number, an outcome of his blurry eyesight. he winces as pain strikes him once more, but still tries to give directions to the girl. vermilion optics glance at her soft features – it’s apparent that she isn’t a native; but the faint hope that she knows how to call an ambulance still exists.

                   { call somebody,                       ––any number. }

In subtle pause , her mouth parts at this, almost dropping the boy from the angle, trying to push one's physicality was at point- limiting his status. A vague image of a block thrust that she could not muster to be familiar with. A shock runs through her veins, one unaware of using. Trying to run with this train track of unfortunate forth comings, lowers the boy back to the wall- fiddling with object in hand.

Turning it with a curious eye.    

  “W- What is this? I don't recognize this...thing. How does this invention work?"  

More fretting sprouts, like ice slowly clinging over her skin, in haste over the life of a young being, presses the buttons aimlessly to strike success in finding assistance. Such an object with burning lights and sounds to alien ear, something from a universe beyond the ability Columbia has ever achieved- then again, it was literally a city within the clouds.     

“Honestly I don't know how this will work, but if you say it'll help, then I'll comply.” 

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                                          No one, no one lives  f o r e v e r                                              We will be remembered                                              For what we do right now

                          ─ Now I just need a hat to top this off…

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                                                 ─ Much better.

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                   { –..? }

        he doesn’t understand going on; he can barely keep a single eye open as the silhouette grows larger & larger – indicating that the person in question has approached him. the boy tries to mutter something, however the mixture of bile and blood in his mouth prevents him from saying anything comprehensible. instead, he’ll try to focus on whoever wants to heal his ailments.

        it’s far too dark to make out anything – his vision renders the femme like a big blurry splotch, and the lamppost only draws faint rim light around her visage. however, there’s still something he could distinguish about her – brunette locks are pushed by the wind gently; sweeping across pale skin. he almost falls unconscious, however the bandage pressed against his biggest wound prevents him from doing so; at least for a few more seconds.

                   { ah..? i .. i don’t know. }

        pain blooms as daisuke tastes a metallic flavour in his mouth, but he still tries to answer the stranger’s inquiry. gentle fingers press against his skin, and he shivers – something about her touch is familiar; a reminiscence of memories hidden somewhere in the boy’s subconsciousness. but, now that the blonde thinks of it; all of his memories were gone. he can’t remember what left him in such a state; he can’t remember the name of the city he’s located in     

        he can’t remember his own name.

                   { where .. where are we? }

A concussion or result of blood loss , being painfully clear that this stranger rendered incapable of answering her queries and dismissed furthering subjection, neither she could possess the ability to the knowledge to their location. 

  “I...I don't know either. But we can't stay here with the condition you're in.” 

A tug burrows deeper into the corners of those lips, frowning through his confused, and probably pained look. With few actions, Elizabeth hoists him up, positioning his weight against hers. With weather like this, it would only worsen the damage dealt. Through brown locks, blue glances towards facial visage, then breaking to stare forward. Brows arch inwardly.   

“Maybe there's a hospital or inn nearby, you really look like you need the rest.” 

                   { a-agh–.. }

his steps are slow & mostly uncoordinated as he limps on the streets; leaving crimson splotches on the cement of an unknown boulevard. red stains his blue jeans, once used to be bluer than the night he treads in. pale moonlight, alongside with a few still-working street lights illuminate the path daisuke walks upon as he tries to recall exactly what occurred to leave him in such a beaten-up state.

although his vision blurs and gradually worsens, orange eyes somehow manage to form a silhouette in the distance; a lamppost showering them with light. whether if it’s a mere illusion or not, the blonde still attempts to call out to them. raising his left hand ( since the other one is busy trying to stop the bleeding from underneath his shirt, ) daisuke tries to yell before his voice croaks as he falls on the ground; colliding with the cement––;

                   { h-help–. }

Chilling nocturne, arms hold herself, preserving whatever body heat was left as the cold prickles to the bare sides of flesh. A cloud of escaped heat exposes as she exhales a breath. Something Liz had only very, very rarely felt. Sapphire optics glance around the scene, no soul nor living being to be seen, a ever occurrence within lone residence in the tower. Until.   

Sounds among one the linear streets staggered a figure unknown, crouched   over of something even she cannot depict within the shrouded shadows. She cups her hands to her mouth when she realizes, occupying quiet clops until she's eventually hovering over them. The stain of blood and the  ghastly smell wrinkles her nose, not exactly to a dead corpse but if she didn't do something at this point... 

“H-hold on. Just keep still while I apply this.”  

He was with luck the brunette was armed with basic medical equipment and started angling him to wrap the bandage after gently guiding his hand away from his source, her skirt soaking some of the red- something the other tended to ignore.

“How were you injured so badly?”

In an attempt to draw a quick bioshock fanfart without spoiling it for vivi here is the dancing bread boy