Liss Hudson,
Professinal Assassin,
always in company of my loyal dog Voimaka
(RP-Blog any possible NSFW will be tagged)
FC: Tarja Turunen
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
blood will flow
Liss bit her lip bloody while he inspected the wound, it just hurt even though his touches were hesitant and light. When he told her that she’d survive a dry laugh escaped her throat “Doesn’t matter when I can’t work.” she muttered, but felt thankfull that he’d called the medical team. “Thanks.” her voice was strained. But her thoughts occupied by fear, if she couldn’t work again she would prefer to be shot by her Boss instantly. But the assassins mind was still clear enough to not give this man a weapon while she was nearly helpless. That she was loyal didn’t mean that she trusted him.
“Gratutude’s useless,” Jim replied flatly. What was she thanking him for, anyway? For nearly killing her? In that situation specifically, she had nothing to be thankful for, anyway. He wondered if Liss would recover. If not, she was of no use to him. She was more useful to him dead than alive if she couldn’t work. She better hope that she’ll be fine for her own sake, he thought, with little remorse. “The bloody gods know how long it’ll take ‘em to get here,” he replied conversationally. “They’re damned slow sometimes. Sorry, darling.” He wasn’t really sorry and that much was more than obvious, though he supposed it wouldn’t hurt to add that.
Liss felt ill. “I know.” She said, not knowing why she had said it at all. “Uh hey if they look at that” a vague gesture towards her back made clear what the assassin was talking of “they’ll see he it becomes good enough to work again, won’t they? If it doesn’t just shoot me, would you?” With this words Liss laid her gun on the table.
She was fucking aware how risky asking for this favour was and how deluded it must seem. But honestly what had life to offer her if she ended up as cripple ? Only days of boredom and nights of horror and nightmares. Being dead would be much better than that. Actually Liss was hoping that Moriarty could understand that, he wouldn’t want to be alive without his work either. It was just the same.
blood will flow
Voimaka crossed the room, proudly carrying the first aid kit. Liss made a noise, towards Moriarty since answering properly was so fucking exhausting. But he most likely got what she meant ‘Yes, because I can’t trust anyone with my life’ She opened the first aid kit smearing blood all over it. There was enough surgical thread to stich the wound up but that wasn’t mattering for the fact that she couldn’t reach it. Also the pain killers and disinfectant were missing, someone added a bottle of vodka to replace them. She groaned. Just perfect, wasn’t it? “Better idea?” she asked him, drinking a huge gulp out of the vodka bottle. It would dull the pain just a bit, but better than nothing.
Jim raised an eyebrow at Voimaka as she trotted in. Frankly, he was surprised that she even managed to find it, let alone be intelligent enough to know what Liss had requested she find. He shoved his phone back into his pocket, rolling his eyes as she drank from the bottle- really, did she know who had their mouth on that last? It disgusted him, to a degree. “‘s not my fault you stepped in front of a bloody knife for me,” he pouted. That was her own fault, wasn’t it? She shouldn’t have been so blindingly loyal. Really, what an idiot.
“I’m so sorry.” She spat out. Liss was idioticly loyal, she always tried to restrain herself, she would have prefered Moriarty not to know about it so soon but now it was to late anyway. “Would you mind taking a look at this?” She asked, his suit seemed to be ruined anyway so he could as well look at the wound and tell her what damage had occurred. There was a nagging fear that she wouldn’t be able to work again.
Jim gives her a look. “I called in the bloody medical team, what else do you want from me?” Irregardless, he decided that perhaps she would shut up if he did check the wound, and obeyed, even if hesitant. The wound was bloody and a little deep, though he was sure that she would recover. “You’re not dying, if that’s what you’re asking,” he replied with a roll of his eyes, wiping the blood on his hands on his trousers again. “You’ll live.”
Liss bit her lip bloody while he inspected the wound, it just hurt even though his touches were hesitant and light. When he told her that she’d survive a dry laugh escaped her throat “Doesn’t matter when I can’t work.” she muttered, but felt thankfull that he’d called the medical team. “Thanks.” her voice was strained. But her thoughts occupied by fear, if she couldn’t work again she would prefer to be shot by her Boss instantly. But the assassins mind was still clear enough to not give this man a weapon while she was nearly helpless. That she was loyal didn’t mean that she trusted him.
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blood will flow
Voimaka crossed the room, proudly carrying the first aid kit. Liss made a noise, towards Moriarty since answering properly was so fucking exhausting. But he most likely got what she meant ‘Yes, because I can’t trust anyone with my life’ She opened the first aid kit smearing blood all over it. There was enough surgical thread to stich the wound up but that wasn’t mattering for the fact that she couldn’t reach it. Also the pain killers and disinfectant were missing, someone added a bottle of vodka to replace them. She groaned. Just perfect, wasn’t it? “Better idea?” she asked him, drinking a huge gulp out of the vodka bottle. It would dull the pain just a bit, but better than nothing.
Jim raised an eyebrow at Voimaka as she trotted in. Frankly, he was surprised that she even managed to find it, let alone be intelligent enough to know what Liss had requested she find. He shoved his phone back into his pocket, rolling his eyes as she drank from the bottle- really, did she know who had their mouth on that last? It disgusted him, to a degree. “‘s not my fault you stepped in front of a bloody knife for me,” he pouted. That was her own fault, wasn’t it? She shouldn’t have been so blindingly loyal. Really, what an idiot.
“I’m so sorry.” She spat out. Liss was idioticly loyal, she always tried to restrain herself, she would have prefered Moriarty not to know about it so soon but now it was to late anyway. “Would you mind taking a look at this?” She asked, his suit seemed to be ruined anyway so he could as well look at the wound and tell her what damage had occurred. There was a nagging fear that she wouldn’t be able to work again.
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blood will flow
“I’m not entirely sure but it’s possible.” Liss answered before opening her eyes. The pain now had fully set in and it was much harder to get out of the car then to get in. Voimaka decided that she had to follow definitely this time, and if it was only to lick away to blood Liss left on the pavement. Most of the safe houses were locked with a code and she could only hope Moriarty knew it, else she would bleed out in front of the door.
Jim snorted. “I’m just as surprised at this end, darling. “Come on,” he growled, helping her to the door with more difficulty than before from the sluggish weakness Liss moved with. Glancing at the dog, he went around to the other side of the building and found where the key had been hidden- it hadn’t been difficult for him, of course, and took only a couple of minutes. Lightly, he slid the key into the lock and unlocked the door, typing the code into the security system pad. Easy enough for him. “Alright,” he said quietly. “Let’s go…”
“A cat has nine lives.” she answered him, though much weaker then she would normally.The thoughts dancing in her head became slowly surreal and Liss was more falling then stepping in the room. “Voimaka, first aid kit.” She managed to whisper, the dog started to search eagerly every now and then glancing back at Moriarty not trusting the man at all. Liss leant against the next table closing her eyes again. Fully aware that the criminal was watching her. She fumbled her shirt from her body, for once not caring that someone could see all the scars, there was much blood to cover them anyway. Even through the clouding that seemed to swim in her mind she noticed that she wouldn’t be able to stich herself together. “Shit…” she coughed.
Jim rolled his eyes as he watched her. She really thought that it would have been possible to stitch herself together? And in that state, both physically and mentally? She really was deluded, at that point, from the blood loss. It was almost amusing, if Jim was to be honest with himself. He wiped some of the blood that had caked onto his hands on the leg of his trousers and puled out his mobile. “Like I said.” He tone regained that same dry quality it had taken before. “I would’ve called the bloody medical team in, but you just had to do this yourself, right?”
Voimaka crossed the room, proudly carrying the first aid kit. Liss made a noise, towards Moriarty since answering properly was so fucking exhausting. But he most likely got what she meant ‘Yes, because I can’t trust anyone with my life’ She opened the first aid kit smearing blood all over it. There was enough surgical thread to stich the wound up but that wasn’t mattering for the fact that she couldn’t reach it. Also the pain killers and disinfectant were missing, someone added a bottle of vodka to replace them. She groaned. Just perfect, wasn’t it? “Better idea?” she asked him, drinking a huge gulp out of the vodka bottle. It would dull the pain just a bit, but better than nothing.
blood will flow
“I’m not entirely sure but it’s possible.” Liss answered before opening her eyes. The pain now had fully set in and it was much harder to get out of the car then to get in. Voimaka decided that she had to follow definitely this time, and if it was only to lick away to blood Liss left on the pavement. Most of the safe houses were locked with a code and she could only hope Moriarty knew it, else she would bleed out in front of the door.
Jim snorted. “I’m just as surprised at this end, darling. “Come on,” he growled, helping her to the door with more difficulty than before from the sluggish weakness Liss moved with. Glancing at the dog, he went around to the other side of the building and found where the key had been hidden- it hadn’t been difficult for him, of course, and took only a couple of minutes. Lightly, he slid the key into the lock and unlocked the door, typing the code into the security system pad. Easy enough for him. “Alright,” he said quietly. “Let’s go…”
“A cat has nine lives.” she answered him, though much weaker then she would normally.The thoughts dancing in her head became slowly surreal and Liss was more falling then stepping in the room. “Voimaka, first aid kit.” She managed to whisper, the dog started to search eagerly every now and then glancing back at Moriarty not trusting the man at all. Liss leant against the next table closing her eyes again. Fully aware that the criminal was watching her. She fumbled her shirt from her body, for once not caring that someone could see all the scars, there was much blood to cover them anyway. Even through the clouding that seemed to swim in her mind she noticed that she wouldn’t be able to stich herself together. “Shit…” she coughed.
