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Post by Jaina Gaben on Jan 11, 2022 5:26:06 GMT
It always hurt, this time of night. Roughly 12:05 AM, Jaina shot awake to agonizing pain through every part of her.
And promptly fell off of the autopsy slab she had been laid on, knocking over a tray of tools as she fell. "Gah, shit, damnit, fuck..."
What had it been this time? Had she tried jumping off of something again? Traffic? No, she wouldn't have been on a slab if that was the case.
The naked girl looked around the space that was probably too familiar to her and rubbed her temples. Her brain was still in the tail end of rebuilding itself, and that always gave her a massive headache, and made recent memories a little hard to piece together. She was having trouble remembering how she died this time.
She slowly made her way through to where they threw the clothes and other belongings before disposing of them. She hoped they hadn't burned that jacket she stole, it was a nice jacket. Warm.
"Okay, Jaina. Think. What was it this time? Had to be something with some kind of criminal element to it or some sort of mystery, otherwise I wouldn't be here, I'd be in a drawer."
She dug through the pile of clothes, noting that there were clothes from other people in there too. Must have been other people that died too.
She looked up and noticed the other bodies laying on slabs in their own autopsy rooms. Yep. "Cheers to you guys. Have a happy afterlife. Wish I could get there."
There! Her jacket! And...
"Shit. I remember now."
The six-inch hole burned into the back of the jacket really jogged her memory. Some crazy mad scientist type was threatening to speed up global warming if he didn't get money, but all his device really did was shoot a laser of some kind and had no effect on the atmosphere. The guy was brilliant, but not that smart, apparently. Jaina had gone out intentionally to see if she would stay dead if she got hit by "concentrated, weaponized climate change" as he called it, but apparently not. Since she had reset and was alive again.
She sighed, and pulled on the jacket while she tried to find other clothes she liked to cover herself up. At least, ones that didn't have too many holes. She'd have to try some other way to die tomorrow.
She hoped the lockpicks she'd hidden here the last time she ended up in here were still in the ceiling tile she stuck em in. It was a pain in the ass to unlock the doors without them.
A noise. Something she didn't expect to hear. She turned sharply, looking for the source, looking like a squirrel caught raiding a bird feeder with the clothes in her arms.
"...hello?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2022 6:16:27 GMT
He sat in the security room of the police department, keeping an eye on the various security cameras installed around the building, including in and around the morgue located in the basement. While his partner was on vacation, their boss tasked him to find out what was going on in the morgue. At first, when he questioned the staff and the morgue’s chief medical examiner, Dr. Colleen Guinne, about the possible break-in and stealing of bodies, the staff figured it was someone who was into some weird shit, like necrophilia, or something. They reported it the first time, and were given new locks, which didn’t work as it continued to happen. When he looked further into it, he realized the stolen corpses had the same name and fingerprints, but the woman died differently each time. Not wanting to draw conclusions, he wondered if Dr. Guinne or the other pathologists were making mistakes with identifying the bodies. That was when they realized it too after he pointed it out to them. Before the morgue’s staff clocked out for the night, he informed Dr. Guinne he’ll be keeping an eye on the morgue to see if he could find out the truth to what was going on, as the security cameras never picked up anyone wheeling out or carried a body bag with a body in it, only a lone woman walking out, but her face was obscured from view and he wasn’t able to get a good look. Now, as he sat at the desk, staring at the cameras he managed to move enough to where they had better views, he leaned forward as something caught his attention. He tilted his head curiously as what he thought was a corpse of the possible same woman on the examination table started to move, fell out, and began looking for something to wear as she headed over to where they kept the dead’s personal belongings and clothes in boxes before they are processed and sent to evidence if they’re needed for investigations. For a few moments, he could only stare at her, mouth slightly agape and eyebrows furrowed as he wondered what she was. "The fuck...?" He snapped out of his surprise and hurried out the room, passing by several officers who were there during the night shift, and then rushed down the stairwell, jumping down from the middle of the stairwell, down to the basement floor with a heavy thud on his two feet, and then slid his sidearm out of his holster at his waist as he headed inside the morgue.
Gun raised, he headed down the corridor, which led him to where all the bodies were, and where the woman was, and headed inside. He stopped, still aiming the gun at her when he heard her say ‘hello?’ Grinning somewhat while glaring suspiciously at her, he simply replied with a “Hey…neat trick. Are you going somewhere?”
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Jan 11, 2022 22:11:13 GMT
Post by Jaina Gaben on Jan 11, 2022 22:11:13 GMT
Jaina remained frozen in place, still only partially covered by her jacket and holding a pile of clothes, as she registered a gun being pointed at her. It wasn't really out of fear, more so out of trying to decide if she felt like getting shot and spending a whole day dead to one of, in her opinion, the more boring ways to die. And one she knew wouldn't stick.
"Uhh, yeah. Out. I'm leaving. Why would I want to stay here?"
Might as well see what this guy wanted. First time she'd met another living soul on her way out of the morgue. Judging by how he was dressed and pointing a gun at her, she was pretty sure he was some kind of cop. She wasn't sure how she felt about that. She slowly started pulling on a pair of pants that looked like they'd fit that she'd pulled out of the boxes, waiting for the inevitable gunshot that would put her in a drawer or back on the slab for the rest of the day.
"Do you got a problem with that? Or are you going to just make sure that I'm in the right... state to be here? Cuz listen, it's been a long day, and it's always a long night, I'd like to go get some sleep, and this is just kinda slowing me down."
She buttoned the pants closed and started pulling on a shirt, at this point not caring if he fired or not. "You're also staring at a naked sixteen year old girl, creep."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2022 0:26:29 GMT
He had to chuckle in disbelief at her response. He gradually shook his head, still pointing his gun as he wasn’t quite sure what else she could do; not that he needed the gun to defend himself, but…his superiors tend to frown upon him if he used his claws on anyone. If she can heal like he can, god knows if she had more abilities or not, or if she was a threat to him or anyone else. Just because she was a teenager, didn’t mean a damn thing to him if they’re powered, as they can do as much damage as adults sometimes, especially if they can’t control their powers. He’d been in that position before, all of those years ago, while trying to control his abilities. They had something in common, but she didn’t know that - yet. “Oh, yeah?” He smiled a little, trying to ease the tension while he cautiously holstered his gun. He replied, “Nope. I don’t have a problem with that. It’s just that..you keep showing up dead here in various ways a person can die. The morgue staff kept thinking some freak was breaking in and stealing bodies, but it turns out it’s only yours each time, and it’s been happening for a number of times now over the past sixteen years.” He crossed his arms and leaned back as he sat on the edge of a desk, facing her. “You’ve been in and out of the morgue around forty-seven times. That’s…amazing. Truly. Are you trying to set a new world record in the Book of Guinness or something?" Luca lowered his gaze to the floor for a moment and sighed, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. He fixed his attention back to her. “I’m not in the habit of shooting unarmed civilians, kid. Unless you’re some sort of threat. What else can you do, besides being like Lazarus every time and confusing the staff here?” “Unfortunately, you’re not the only naked body I’ve seen on a daily basis here around the city when I'm sent to investigate murders or suicides of victims of different ages, or any other place I’ve lived in,” he shrugged, “You’re dressed now though…and alive.”
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Post by Jaina Gaben on Jan 12, 2022 2:50:00 GMT
Jaina wasn't really surprised that it was that many times. She felt a little disappointed that he put the gun away. She'd resigned herself to getting shot and spending the rest of the day in the morgue, but apparently that wasn't gonna happen.
"You know I was starting to wonder if anyone was going to notice. I assumed that just nobody gave a shit. That's about right for me, really."
Jaina started rifling through the boxes of clothes and other belongings again, looking for whatever might be nice to have or take with her, at least until the next time she ended up here or got mugged. She rolled her eyes at the questions, and responded incredibly sarcastically. "I'm an alien shapeshifter sent to investigate the defenses of this planet and report back for the coming invasion. I'm a massive pervert for humans so I took this form and only use this form."
She chuckled to herself and pulled out a phone, smiling as it turned on. That would be fun for a few days until it's former owner's loved ones shut off service. "What do you think I do, huh? I've been in and out of here a shit ton of times over the past sixteen years, and I'm a sixteen year old girl. Do the math, if you're smart enough for it."
She shoved the phone in her pocket, tossed a few other clothing items over her shoulder, and turned and walked back to the man standing in the doorway. "So, you gonna move so I can get outta here or what?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2022 3:35:54 GMT
“They’re sometimes too busy to notice tiny details like that,” he casually responded, moving away from the desk, and walked over to stand near the closed doorway while she searched through the boxes of clothes and other belongings. He studied her as he clasped his hands in front of him. The more he studied her, the more he felt sorry for her. He remembered the information on her files, and the medical examiner noted she came in with identification the first time, after being in a fatal car wreck with her parents, who were killed in the accident. That was where he learned of her name and where she once lived. After that, she came in as a “Jane Doe''. When he called the DMV office to ask questions when he figured out she was the same teenager, he learned from an employee there how she tried to get herself an ID from the state, but they didn’t believe her when she tried to convince them she was the same person. She used to have a home, and now, people didn’t believe she was the same person after dying so many times, and he felt that, and it panged him to know this. He sighed, biting his lower lip lightly as she continued to rummage through the boxes of other people’s belongings. He didn’t want to say anything at first, and considered getting her to change into the hospital scrubs the staff had in a closet next to the locker room where they changed, and not wear or take things that once belonged to those who died. When he watched her take a cellphone from one of the boxes, he frowned slightly. “Yeah, I realized that and did the math when I mentioned it to you already," he sighed. He gazed down at her when she walked back to him, and made sure she couldn’t leave…not yet, anyway. “Sure, I’ll let you get out of here, but first…you’re going to have to put all of that down, and give me the phone,” he mildly said, but glared at her like a disappointed father dealing with their rebellious teenage child. “That stuff doesn’t belong to you. They’re either belongings that will be ready to be picked up by loved ones of the deceased in the coming days, or being held for evidence.” He pointed over to a closet where extra scrubs were located by the locker room. “You can change into those hospital scrubs. After, I’ll take you to a shelter, where they’ll have clothes free for you to wear and whatever else you need…Jaina.”
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Post by Jaina Gaben on Jan 12, 2022 3:52:59 GMT
Jaina looked at him with confusion at first, not understanding why he wasn't letting her leave with this stuff. Then she remembered. He was a cop. He was gonna uphold the rule of law and all that bullshit. She sighed, dropped the mess of clothes, and handed him the phone. "I'm not taking off what I'm wearing. This shit is mine, can't count how many times I've died in it. I always make a point to get it back."
She kicked the pile, pouting. He'd used her name, so he'd done his research on her. She didn't care though. Nobody really cared. "It's not like anyone gives a shit about these clothes. Half the time they just burn them. And I don't need to go to a shelter. I have a place. I just want to go there and sleep. It's not too far of a walk. Just let me go, okay? You can help me out by opening the door so I don't gotta pick the lock."
She looked up at him, scowling. "So? You happy now? I dropped whatever good shit I was gonna get from this round in the morgue. Gonna move and let me go or what?"
She reached out and shoved him slightly. She didn't have a lot of strength behind her thin arms. Couldn't really develop the muscle anymore, so it didn't move him much. "Move, asshole!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2022 4:15:16 GMT
He grabbed the phone from her as she handed it to him. He shrugged at what she told him about the clothes she had on being hers, and raised both eyebrows in emphasis as he said, “Fine. You can keep your clothes.” He raised the phone between them briefly, while adding, “And thank you for giving this and the other stuff back.” He sighed. “And half the time, those clothes and those things you think people don’t give a shit about, are kept for a while until those people are ready to move on after they have time to grieve…because some people do give a shit about the little things they have left of their dead loved ones. Because that’s all they have of them.” For a few seconds there, he looked distant, as he remembered his loved ones from his past. “Yeah, I’m happy now. You did a good thing here.” Of course, she pushed him. It wasn’t even a hard push, as it felt like one of those playful light pushes one would do to a friend or a sibling, but he didn’t know what it was…maybe her attitude with him, but it annoyed him. He sighed inwardly, smiling a little bit angrily, and glanced to the floor for a moment as he rested his hands at his waist. He let out a low, but short aggressive growl. “Just stop…” he opened his eyes and glared directly at her, green eyes glowing an amber color for a couple of seconds before fading back to his normal color. “You don’t need to lash out at me. I’m trying to help you by giving you a chance, okay, Jaina?” A pause, and once his expression softened, “Now, where do you live? It’s late at night, and I’m not letting a teenager go out there alone this late. I’ll take you wherever you want to go. All right?” Another pause and another sigh. “Just humor me here…let me help you.”
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Post by Jaina Gaben on Jan 12, 2022 4:57:05 GMT
Jaina kicked the pile again. "People die. Others don't. You move on."
There was subtext to that statement, more for herself than for him. She didn't have anything to remember her parents by. No mementos she was able to salvage or scavenge from the wreckage. She was so freaked out about what was happening to her she didn't even take anything from the morgue when she first woke up. Sometimes, if she let herself realize it, she was mad that other people got to mourn and believe they'd get to die and go be with their loved ones someday. The way it looked, Jaina would be stuck here until the sun exploded, and even then she wondered if that would finally finish her off.
She stepped back, a little scared by the sudden grown and the change in eye color. She wasn't worried for her life, she had a very low view of how much that was worth, given that it was seemingly in infinite supply, but she couldn't help the primal instinct that kicked in when she saw that. It was enough to transition her from being grumpy because she was tired and interrupted, to just being tired.
She sighed and hung her head. "Whatever. I have a place in the Abandoned Warehouse District. Drop me there, I guess. Not like I'm actually 32 or anything."
She shuffled toward him, not looking up, a little nervous, part of her not wanting to find out what that growl and eye change threatened, part of her wanting to draw it out and see if that would stick.
Maybe she'd find this cop another day and provoke him. Today, she was tired and wanted to sleep.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2022 5:31:18 GMT
He sighed sadly, looking rather melancholy. “You’re right. People do die and others don’t. You…try to move on while some days are better than others…or not.” Shaking his head lightly, as if to bring his mind back to the present, and focus on what was in front of him at the moment, he eyed her when she stepped back and became scared from his growl and eyes changing color. He smiled apologetically. “Sorry about that…” Luca studied her for a long minute. “Are you sure you really want me to take you there? The warehouse district is sketchy, mostly at night. A lot of fights and other criminal activity happen there, as you know. Granted, not as bad as Haven, but still kind of a shithole.” While adding, “Do you have any friends who you can call and ask if you can stay with them? Relatives who you can get in touch with? Anyone?” Jaina Gaben
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