63rd, Summer, 516A.V Sunset Quarter Orphanage
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Mental text
Lo'campo
Oumoc
He let his hair fall down from it's bun, the summer heat cooking his head and slowing his thinking process. He didn't care if it dragged on the ground today. It was in need of a washing anyways, it would be fine long as no one stepped on it. He walked parallel and opposite to the long line of people stumbling, staggering, and some even being carried in by others. He gave a shake of his head at the sight. This was the second time the orphanage had to be turned into an infirmary for the sick and dying.
"They should be put out of their misery." The darker personality spoke from inside their shared mind.
"They shouldn't Lo'campo retorted mentally where no one else could hear their conversation.
"You were thinking the same thing."
"I know, but that's not how the world works. When someone is sick you take care of them, it's called caring."
"Pfft. If you ask me it's just an excuse to let the weak live."
Ignoring the comment, Lo'campo came to a stop just a few feet outside the orphanage gates. Adjusting the sign and probing the ground with the sharpened end, he gave it a round of hard wacks from the mallet driving it in until it was deemed sturdy. Taking a step back, he gave his work a good look over making sure that it would be suitable for Jilene's request.
"I want you to take a sign and post it where everyone can see. We have the room to help those in need and it would make the orphanage look really good for the community." That was Jilene for ya, doing anything she could to make the orphanage a safe place for everyone that frequented it.
"The orphanage is calling out to anyone willing and able to help with the crisis that's affecting the city. Anyone willing to help is welcome, anything that you can do to help will be highly appreciated and heavily rewarded."
His task for the day finished, he looked out and the growing line of sickly people. Some looked as if they hadn't slept for days, others showed up with blood on their shirts mixed with what looked to be vomit and had black sores on their skin. It was just as bad in the orphanage than it was in the city. It would take more than his hands to count how many orphans showed the same symptoms as these people walking in did. He himself even experienced the sickness as his nose asked to be padded with cloth to stop the blood that ran from it before being attacked by a coughing fit that nearly brought him to his knees.
Regaining himself, he shook his head in disapproval. This was bad, worse than the last time they had to do something like this. He looked out into the quarter, noticing a few groups of men that stood to the sides out of view from those that were not paying attention.
"Sick people need medicine. Some will come without any intention to cause trouble, others we will have to gut." It wasn't the words that he himself would have thought of, but he had to agree with his dark brother. Only a fool would think that the gangs wouldn't be all over this like moths to a flame. Standing erect, strong, he shot a look to one of the groups of men as they quickly moved in the opposite direction cursing under their breaths and rethinking their decision.
He was glad that they didn't act on instinct. He never doubted his own skills in a fight, but he was humbled enough to know not to bite off more than he could chew, and with his current condition plus this damned sickness, there wasn't much he could do to defend this place. Not against a big enough threat at least. Retreating back to the orphanage, he was quickly side tracked by Yuivion the house nurse who looked to be in a panic. "Mr.Campo! I need you to move the beds from the top room to here and here" She spoke in her heavy accented common.
Giving a nod, he quickly moved to the next floor past the rooms filled with orphans that lay in bed sick and unable to move if not tending to their roommates with warm rags and hot soup made by the cook. The day was pulling a lot from everyone, even Jilene who looked as if she were already dead was out giving orders to everyone to ensure that things ran smoothly. Taking a breath, he hoisted the beds up and over his shoulders, his muscles straining to hold the cots where they'd normally handle the job with ease proved that his body was not running as efficiently as it should. He moved slow, zombie like almost as he made his way down the stairs to the waiting nurse who now had light sores forming on her arms.
"Thank you. Mr. Campo your nose." Reaching for his cloth he felt a sharp pain in his stomach as if his innards were being twisted by some force causing him to double over and fall to his knees. He heard his name being called as he raised up a hand to signal that he was alright. "It's okay, I'm alr-" The words being cut off as a mixture of yellow and pink chucks flowed from his mouth onto the floor. There was a shriek before a hand rested itself on his back to comfort him. "Petch. Get yourself together. We cannot allow our body to become weak. We are predators, not prey." As much as he wanted to tell Oumoc to shut up, he could do no more than standing up and wipe himself clean. He didn't know what this was, but he sure hoped that someone would come and help find a solution.
"Normal Text"
Mental text
Lo'campo
Oumoc
He let his hair fall down from it's bun, the summer heat cooking his head and slowing his thinking process. He didn't care if it dragged on the ground today. It was in need of a washing anyways, it would be fine long as no one stepped on it. He walked parallel and opposite to the long line of people stumbling, staggering, and some even being carried in by others. He gave a shake of his head at the sight. This was the second time the orphanage had to be turned into an infirmary for the sick and dying.
"They should be put out of their misery." The darker personality spoke from inside their shared mind.
"They shouldn't Lo'campo retorted mentally where no one else could hear their conversation.
"You were thinking the same thing."
"I know, but that's not how the world works. When someone is sick you take care of them, it's called caring."
"Pfft. If you ask me it's just an excuse to let the weak live."
Ignoring the comment, Lo'campo came to a stop just a few feet outside the orphanage gates. Adjusting the sign and probing the ground with the sharpened end, he gave it a round of hard wacks from the mallet driving it in until it was deemed sturdy. Taking a step back, he gave his work a good look over making sure that it would be suitable for Jilene's request.
"I want you to take a sign and post it where everyone can see. We have the room to help those in need and it would make the orphanage look really good for the community." That was Jilene for ya, doing anything she could to make the orphanage a safe place for everyone that frequented it.
"The orphanage is calling out to anyone willing and able to help with the crisis that's affecting the city. Anyone willing to help is welcome, anything that you can do to help will be highly appreciated and heavily rewarded."
His task for the day finished, he looked out and the growing line of sickly people. Some looked as if they hadn't slept for days, others showed up with blood on their shirts mixed with what looked to be vomit and had black sores on their skin. It was just as bad in the orphanage than it was in the city. It would take more than his hands to count how many orphans showed the same symptoms as these people walking in did. He himself even experienced the sickness as his nose asked to be padded with cloth to stop the blood that ran from it before being attacked by a coughing fit that nearly brought him to his knees.
Regaining himself, he shook his head in disapproval. This was bad, worse than the last time they had to do something like this. He looked out into the quarter, noticing a few groups of men that stood to the sides out of view from those that were not paying attention.
"Sick people need medicine. Some will come without any intention to cause trouble, others we will have to gut." It wasn't the words that he himself would have thought of, but he had to agree with his dark brother. Only a fool would think that the gangs wouldn't be all over this like moths to a flame. Standing erect, strong, he shot a look to one of the groups of men as they quickly moved in the opposite direction cursing under their breaths and rethinking their decision.
He was glad that they didn't act on instinct. He never doubted his own skills in a fight, but he was humbled enough to know not to bite off more than he could chew, and with his current condition plus this damned sickness, there wasn't much he could do to defend this place. Not against a big enough threat at least. Retreating back to the orphanage, he was quickly side tracked by Yuivion the house nurse who looked to be in a panic. "Mr.Campo! I need you to move the beds from the top room to here and here" She spoke in her heavy accented common.
Giving a nod, he quickly moved to the next floor past the rooms filled with orphans that lay in bed sick and unable to move if not tending to their roommates with warm rags and hot soup made by the cook. The day was pulling a lot from everyone, even Jilene who looked as if she were already dead was out giving orders to everyone to ensure that things ran smoothly. Taking a breath, he hoisted the beds up and over his shoulders, his muscles straining to hold the cots where they'd normally handle the job with ease proved that his body was not running as efficiently as it should. He moved slow, zombie like almost as he made his way down the stairs to the waiting nurse who now had light sores forming on her arms.
"Thank you. Mr. Campo your nose." Reaching for his cloth he felt a sharp pain in his stomach as if his innards were being twisted by some force causing him to double over and fall to his knees. He heard his name being called as he raised up a hand to signal that he was alright. "It's okay, I'm alr-" The words being cut off as a mixture of yellow and pink chucks flowed from his mouth onto the floor. There was a shriek before a hand rested itself on his back to comfort him. "Petch. Get yourself together. We cannot allow our body to become weak. We are predators, not prey." As much as he wanted to tell Oumoc to shut up, he could do no more than standing up and wipe himself clean. He didn't know what this was, but he sure hoped that someone would come and help find a solution.
