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Post by Camillia Hidetoshi on Apr 17, 2009 7:06:00 GMT -5
"It is not of Japanese culture to tell of your first name, Chloe-san," she offered, clear now that this tall blonde was not of local upbringing. "Though I do not mind, seeing that only Japan and most Asian countries are practicing that."
"...The name is Camillia, if that suits you. Unless you prefer to address me as Hidetoshi. Both works." Camillia said, knowing that her name was normal in pronunciation save for the spelling. She would blame that on her mother tongue-- but she thought that it was too beautiful to be insulted. Seeing that things had gotten slightly uncomfortable between them again, the redhead shrugged (despite how Chloe cannot see it), and continued. "You do not have to worry; I would have changed my job soon without this minor accident, anyway."
Taking a few big steps to walk beside the taller girl, her brow furrowed slightly when the other tried to push her away from her escorting again. "I will be following until you get the wound patched up, so deal with it," she said, adding a joking tone into her voice just in case the blonde didn't get it. It was more of a 'I'm not going anywhere until you do something about your shoulder' tone, really.
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Post by Chloe Abendroth on Apr 17, 2009 15:30:52 GMT -5
Chloe resisted the urge to let out an exasperated sigh. She truly would not be rid of this girl until everything was said and done with. The pit of guilt in her stomach did not like that, eating away at her insides. She told it to shut up and sit down.
"Abendroth..."
Chloe said quietly, correcting herself. It was just... This girl was obviously not Japanese, and the feeling of meeting another foreigner had gone to her head, and she had quite forgotten the Japanese custom. It had been like being back in Germany again... a not all together bad feeling, but one that left a sour aftertaste.
So... Her name was Camillia. That name was, like her looks betrayed, definitely foreign. The last name, however, not so much. Chloe concluded that she must have been a half-Japanese, half... European. She couldn't be sure what her second Nationality was. Her accent though, like her own, was hard... she was guessing she was either from some part of Germany or Russia. This was all just speculation, though.
Turning the corner, Chloe's home came into view. It... wasn't much, to tell the truth. Her foster family was not too terribly well off, barely in the middle-class category to tell the truth. The home was small, but homely. Walking up to the front door, Chloe came upon a problem. Being right handed, her keys were in her right pocket...
"..."
With a sigh, Chloe took her left hand away from the wound and, clumsily, reached over into her right pocket. After some digging around she found what she was looking for. Chloe awkwardly unlocked the door, stowing the now bloody keys in her pocket, taking off her shoes, and stepped inside.
She stowed her shoes where they should be, and opened the door wider so that Camillia could come in as well. No point in just having her stand outside like that...
"No one's home."
Chloe said bluntly before silently making her way to the bathroom. Digging under the sink, she found the first aid kit and brought it out into the living room. There was a small Japanese table in front of a small TV, and Chloe set up there. Before continuing, however, she looked at Camillia.
"Would you like something to drink...?"
She asked, somewhat awkwardly. If she insisted on following her, the least she could do was be a good host... especially after she would probably lose her job because of her.
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Post by Camillia Hidetoshi on Apr 19, 2009 1:48:37 GMT -5
"It is a pleasure to meet you then, Abendroth-san," she said helpfully, just as she saw the blonde's house. It was a landed property-- by far it was the most common of all the properties owned by people in Inaba. Small or big, it was a well-known fact that landed properties in Japan were expensive-- it could be cheaper here because it was the countryside, but whatever. Enough talk about buildings and bricks.
Camillia was greeted with the dark interiors of the building. She stepped in, mumbling the customs of 'sorry for bothering' and went into the living room, standing as she took in most details of the home. Seeing the size, it was most probably good for at least five, considering they had a second floor. She could easily be wrong, however. The redhead waited for Abendroth to reappear into the living room before sitting down, out of manner and courtesy more than anything.
Camillia stared at the blonde, incredulous at her offer. "...Perhaps you would want to fix your wound, first," she muttered, resisting the urge to slap a frown on her own face. "And no, thanks. I will be leaving as soon as you are done. Where is your family?" she inquired, looking around the empty household. There was no way Abendroth was staying in this house alone. The rent alone could cost a limb.
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Post by Chloe Abendroth on Apr 19, 2009 4:51:02 GMT -5
Chloe nodded and sighed inwardly; couldn't blame her for trying. With that, she got to work. Carefully, she removed the black tux coat, easing her right arm out of it gently so as not to irritate the wound even further. Once that was complete, she was left in the white dress shirt tucked into the red sash around her waist. The white cloth around the wound was a deep crimson, creating a small trail down her arm. Chloe made a small and dissatisfied sound at the back of her throat before unwrapping the red sash around her waist and letting the dress shirt hang free.
"There goes my uniform..."
She muttered abysmally. She began unbuttoning her dress shirt, easing that off carefully too, wincing slightly as the cloth brushed against the tender wound. This left her in a white tank top, both arms bare; she was a bit more toned than most females with slightly defined muscles. She now had a chance to actually look at the wound...
It wasn't too deep, but it was no scratch either. It was not bleeding so much anymore, thanks to the pressure applied with her hand.. With a sigh, Chloe got up to wash her hands before beginning first aid. Once seated again, she began.
She first began to clean the wound. Rinsing it with clear water washed the blood away, leaving the wound looking just angry and sore. This was going to hurt, but she needed to be sure since she didn't actually check the knife.... cleaning a pair of tweezers with alcohol, she began to search the wound for debris, such as the broken tip of a knife, or anything else that might have gotten into the wound. With one eye locked on the wound, the other one couldn't help but screw shut with pain. Finding nothing, the German gave a slightly relieved sigh before cleaning the tweezers and setting them aside again. Taking a washcloth and soap, she began to clean the wound. Sometimes she would brush a bit harder than she had intended to on the wound, and she would inhale sharply. Other than that, she took it rather well.
When she was satisfied that the wound was clean, Chloe applied antibiotic ointment to the wound and the surrounding area before applying the dressing. Adding some ointment to the dressing just in case, she secured it to her arm tightly (but not too tightly) with bandages. There. Finished. She cleaned up the first aid kit and what mess she had made before stowing the first aid kit under the sink. She then plopped down where she had been sitting before.
"Out." she said simply. "Work and a friend's house."
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Post by Camillia Hidetoshi on Apr 19, 2009 5:12:26 GMT -5
Camillia nodded and smiled with gentle reassurance, seeing the rate of efficiency Abendroth had worked. She must be very used to getting injuries, considering how well she was at the art of bandaging. The redhead had seen blood before-- too much, maybe. But it was rarely her own. So she just stared, unfazed by the red as the blonde cleaned up the mess. Adjusting her courier's cap, she huffed and stood. "Then you should really take good care. If you need anything, just drop my office a call-- they shall redirect it to my cell. You still have the card with you, do you not?" the half-Russian noted, already moving to the door and slipping into her boots.
"I apologize for the sudden departure, but I do have a few parcels undelivered," she said, bending down to buckle up her feet in the rough leather. As she did, she left whatever pocket money she had left-- two to three thousand yen-- on the nearest table of the house. It was without doubt that Abendroth would notice it, but by then she would be gone.
"I fare you well, Abendroth-san. It was an unfortunate way to meet each other, but it may turn out to be a blessing in disguise yet," Camillia said, giving a jolly smile and shrug, her normal farewell. Then she was out, shutting the door lightly behind her.
As she arrived at her parked bicycle, her eyes lowered to the parcel bag. Just a few more... If lucky, she could finish it before her supper time. At the thought of supper, she spurred herself into motion, pushing the bicycle by her side and disappearing into the very corner she had treaded here from.
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Post by Chloe Abendroth on Apr 19, 2009 5:26:38 GMT -5
Chloe saw Camillia to the door, watching as she buckled up her boots. From the corner of her eye she saw the shorter girl drop something on the doorside table, and frowned. She started forward, her mouth opening to say something, but it was too late. The girl was gone, and she now had money that she knew she would never spend, that she would have to get back to Camillia.
After a few moments, it became almost painfully aware how quiet and alone she was in the house. With a small sigh, Chloe took the money and put it in her schoolbag; if she saw the redhead at school, she would give the money back to her. There was no way she would accept something like that...
Taking her bloody clothes, she began to treat them in order to get the bloodstains out. Her foster parents and Sister did not need to know about tonight's happenings... It would take a lot, but she knew some tricks about getting blood out of clothes. Chloe wasn't much in the mood for dinner....she occupied herself with the task at hand instead.
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