Aleksander "Sasha" Nikolaevich Hell (
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Oдин / Video // Aпрель 8
[Good morning, Death City! Have an injured, unfamiliar teenager on your network this morning!]
I have a few questions.
[Gee, someone sure is to the point.]
First of all: Why do the sun and moon have faces?
[This, ladies and gentlemen, is the kind irritability that comes up when you don't get a good night's sleep. He would have a hard enough time just trying to get asleep considering that yesterday he showed up in a place half-way across the world (as far as he knows) instantaneously without any warning and a barely comprehensible excuse. But the feeling that someone was watching him a little too intently all night sealed the deal, and now Sasha is functioning on the half-hour of sleep he managed to get right before dawn.]
Second: Why is everything around here named so morbidly?
I know America is supposed to be the land of the backward, but could you at least tone it down for the newcomers? Sudden spacial displacement is jarring enough to begin with, trust me.
Third...
[He lets out a disheartened sigh.]
I'm trying to get to the clinic to get some stitches looked at. Two sets of conflicting directions have led me to...[He looks over his shoulder, and continues flatly:] "Death City Heights". [He turns back to the communicator.] So if someone could show me there, I'd appreciate it.
[The request is followed by a long, awkward silence of staring blankly at the communicator, then finally he mutters:]
Я говорю с зеркалом.
[And that's when his message ends.]
[OOC: Translations of Russian can always be found by hovering over the text!]
I have a few questions.
[Gee, someone sure is to the point.]
First of all: Why do the sun and moon have faces?
[This, ladies and gentlemen, is the kind irritability that comes up when you don't get a good night's sleep. He would have a hard enough time just trying to get asleep considering that yesterday he showed up in a place half-way across the world (as far as he knows) instantaneously without any warning and a barely comprehensible excuse. But the feeling that someone was watching him a little too intently all night sealed the deal, and now Sasha is functioning on the half-hour of sleep he managed to get right before dawn.]
Second: Why is everything around here named so morbidly?
I know America is supposed to be the land of the backward, but could you at least tone it down for the newcomers? Sudden spacial displacement is jarring enough to begin with, trust me.
Third...
[He lets out a disheartened sigh.]
I'm trying to get to the clinic to get some stitches looked at. Two sets of conflicting directions have led me to...[He looks over his shoulder, and continues flatly:] "Death City Heights". [He turns back to the communicator.] So if someone could show me there, I'd appreciate it.
[The request is followed by a long, awkward silence of staring blankly at the communicator, then finally he mutters:]
Я говорю с зеркалом.
[And that's when his message ends.]
[OOC: Translations of Russian can always be found by hovering over the text!]
[Action]
[Annnnd that's the last bandage] There.
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[Sasha flexes his limbs when she finishes up, testing their tightness. He hums, pleased with how they feel.]
I don't think we exchanged names yet.
[Action]
Ah, no we haven't. [She smiles brightly] I'm Rosalia.
[Action]
Gurl don't even get him started on warm mi--]No, I don't think so...
Aleksandr Hell. [He offers his gloved hand.] You can call me Sasha.
[Action]
Pfffff]It works for some people, but you might be tired enough to just fall asleep without it.
[She shakes his hand] Nice to meet you Sasha.
[Action]
[Sasha returns the shake.] Thank you for your help.
[Action]
You're welcome. Feel free to come back if you want your stitches checked again. They should heal fine though.
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[He's being...friendly? She must have elevated his mood.]
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[It's fun making friends] Still, if you really want me to, just call my communicator.
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[He's not trying to flatter her; he's being genuine.]
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[That makes her a little nervous, but she smiles] Thank you. I'll do my best, really!
[Action]
[Sasha pulls his shirt back on, then gives her a nod after he stands up and heads for the office door.]
I'll see you later, then.
[Action]
[Now, to care for other patients.]