<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Doomtown/doomtown11_zpsff59733c.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">             Lady Elisabeth Boyle</span><br/><strong>Faction:</strong>         Member of the Collegium.<br/><strong> Date: </strong>            May 4th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day: </strong>  Evening, a couple of hours after dusk<br/><strong>Location:</strong>       Not at all sure but Not wanting to be there!!<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>         Monsters??, Body parts, <strong>Lots of Blood</strong>, Open<br/></span><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>Elisabeth was beginning to breath fast. She knew that was a sign of shock which made sense if one took the time to consider it and knew what to look for. Her mind raced along the paths of her logic and training. She felt cold which was not good at all and pain danced along various parts of her. She knew that her face was partly swollen, bruised like her back and neck. Blood dripped from her wounds. She had maybe 10 pints of blood in her and by the way she felt a pint at least was missing. Well not missing really just not where it should be which was inside her. She forced herself to take long deep breaths trying to fight off the start of shock. She would need fluids, soon, and warmth.<br/><br/>She felt so cold, the stones under her were icy on her back and she felt so very tired.<br/><br/>A scream and then she felt the thud of someone fainting nearby... murder...witch...Call the Sheriff ...that was silly the Sherriff was murdered; call his deputies but god help us all if Bilton came he may just arrest her just to feel her up. The pig.<br/><br/>She should be the one screaming with fear but that would be silly...whatever had ripped apart the 2 people, at least 2 but she was not sure, was no longer here and she had seen the bloody mess.<br/><br/>She could feel herself begin to get angry. WHY! What the fucking hell was out there and why her??!<br/><br/>Her anger helped fight the exhaustion she felt and the shock.<br/><br/>Elisabeth took a breath and painfully forced herself to set up. Her left hand pressed against the wounds in her abdomen trying to stop the bleeding.<br/><br/>She needed cloth and a needle and thread.<br/><br/><em>" - is that the witch...did she do that?"</em><br/><br/>Somehow she found the strength, "I am no damn witch you silly ass, but I need a doctor NOWW!!!"<br/><br/>The effort was almost to much and she braced her self with her right hand holding her upright.<br/><br/>Elisabeth gulped and then stared at the face between her feet, ..."well I don't suppose you know what happened?"<br/><br/>For some reason she found that funny and giggled which made her hurt more.<br/><br/>She took a breath... and using all her will and strength<br/><br/><strong>"SOMEONE HELP!! I NEED A DOCTOR!!!"</strong><br/><br/>With that she hung her head breathing slowly still setting upright. Her gown in tatters and her naked body clearly bruised, bloody and hurt.