Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25924729-20191124080924

Even with the watchful glare of Lustra and Dust nearby, she found it difficut to relax as the old man bent over her body, so close that she could hear the vague, rhythmic breathing behind the mask. The dark mask with red lights reminded her of some giant instect, or an alien from an old movie.

She felt like a science experiment as he began his inspections. Gentle, but cold and bony hands felt all over her body, moving joints and rubbing her wounds. A few times, the hands wandered a little too close. Jett found herself flushing red and hissed at him to back off.

Worse still was when he actually found a wound. The strange, minty ointment stung fiercely against her fresh wounds. Somehow it felt even worse than without the medicine. She couldnt help but writhe and twist as the burning, stinging stuff seeped into her skin.

Embarassment, discomfort, stinging pain... it didnt seem to end. She wanted to scream, but even that was denied when he wrapped bandages over her crushed jaw and face. Her voice was reduced to a muffled series of grunts and moans, only infuriating her more.

When he was finally done, most of her body was covered in bandages, and she whole deck smelled of peppermint. But she breathed in relief, glad it was over. All she felt now was exhausted... she leaned against the railing, breathing heavily. her eyes closed for just an instant....

.....and then snapped open at a rhythmic, rustling sound. Waves? They had reached land already? Jett must have passed out after the night's ordeals.

Grunting softly, using the rail and with a great effort, she tried to stand up, but her shaky legs failed to hold her against the slippery, shifting metal deck. It was only after Dust lifted her onto his back, that Jett could get a proper look of the coast.

The criminals were leaving the boat already, someone mentioned a village down the path. Good... she had to find a telephone, call her mom and sister. Maybe Eridius would send a rescue crew. A Narreau team would arrive within the hour and bring her back to base.

It felt a little selfish, irresponsible... A part of her thought this was that last chance. After all they've done, these criminals were getting away. She should try to stop them, try to warn somebody. Faces had been revealed and names had been passed around all night, conversations that could yield the most damining evidence against these people were had. if she could remember them, or make notes...

But now, she didnt think about any of that. Jett was tired. more than anything, she wanted this whole messed up adventure to just end. The only thing on her mind was to head home where it was safe and warm, have a nice shower and rest...