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Who: Bridget, Open
When: Late Afternoon?
Where: Infirmary
What: Training
Rating: TBA

"I think I can do this."

That was the only thing he could say, Bridget was new and saw more things in one day than his career as a bounty hunter has let him gaze at in a year. On his first day he assisted a man with severe burns on his arms, a man with his foreskin sliced off, which made him cringe to think about, and someone that was stabbed.

All the small teen could think about was how rough this place was. He knew it WAS prison, but he wasn't ready for all the troubles it brought. Now, he was armed with giving out medication to those that were in pain. He wasn't allowed to handle needles yet, but the fake intern was working up for it. With all of this happening, the blond kept his eyes peeled for the staff member he was looking for. Even though the 'nurse' wore pants, they weren't the most masculine in the world. Hold habits die hard. He thought as he walked, a tray full of cups of prescription drugs. He wasn't watching where he was stepping and soon tripped over his own feet, pills flying and his face planted on the tile floor.

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Vergil had been in another one of his small naps, which he'd fall into every once in a while. It usually came along with the pain, making him feel worn out. Typically he woke up by himself, but this time it was due to some loud noise near his bed. Groaning in annoyance at being woken, and partly in the pain that instantly greeted him at being awake, Vergil opened his eyes to see what the heck had caused the noise.

Glancing down at his feet he could see pills strewn over his blanket. The heck? Tilting his head to the side a little, he could see a young... oh. That young looking boy, who'd he thought was a girl at first, laying face down on the floor, tray and cups littered around him. Seemed he'd fallen.

"I have an inkling that it's not very comfortable down there." he drawled.

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He gathers himself up, and he quickly started to gather up the pills. A little bit of a nosebleed from the fall. He sniffled up the blood, he was used to doing this sort of thing. That was when the silver haired man answered. Bridget looked up a beet red blush on his cheeks. "Um...well..." He couldn't come up with a good answer, baby blue eyes looking at him, totally embarrassed.

He soon reached up to brush the pills off his bed. Great now he would have to get more for people. He hadn't fallen all day, just why now? He didn't know, it was humiliating. Bridget scooped up two pills that didn't fall on the floor and put them in a cup.

"I'm supposed to give you these..." He said meek.

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This kid was certainly something... blushing, nose bleeds, clumsy as heck... was he really safe to be around people who were hurt? Needles and such, if knocked over could be harmful to the human or others... himself needless to say.

"Great." Vergil sounded thrilled at the prospect of having to take medicine. He hated drugs, but now that he'd started using them for his pain it was difficult not to. It was nice to have some relief from it other than sleeping. Taking the cup Vergil raised an eyebrow peering unamused into the cup.

"You'll need better feet on you than that if you plan on working in here, don't you think?" he asked, before tipping his head back to dump the pills in and swallow them. Making a face he handed the cup back to Bridget.

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He didn't seem willing to take meds...it wasn't like they weren't for his own good. That man seemed a bit on the cranky side. But, that didn't mean he wouldn't take the meds.

Bridget smiled soft, taking back the cup from the man. "I usually am not that bad. I just had an off day is all." He shrugged and then busied himself with cleaning the mess he made. While picking it up, the blond looked at Virgil.

"I know...it's none of my business, but...what happened? I mean, you were stabbed?" He frowned, not really sure he wanted to know. This sort of thing was probably common with murderers and rapists running about, but this man didn't seem that bad, really. Of course, Bridget was often wrong.

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Vergil was tempted to roll his eyes at the human. Was he stabbed... uh no, he just had two big holes stitched up in his back and shoulder, wrapped in gauze and stuff, and then another in his thigh... but no, he wasn't stabbed. Looking slightly miffed thinking about the whole incident, Vergil nodded.

"Whatever, it'll pass the time I have to sit here and heal." he said, not really caring.

"I was, once in the back, then my shoulder," he lifted his hand to point at his shoulder wound, "and also down here," his hand rested lightly on his thigh. His back bothered him the most, then his thigh next. Well they all bothered him, he personally wished he wasn't so weak so his body could heal quick fast and in a hurry. No thanks to the authorities here his demon powers were held in check preventing that. Damn damn damn. Having to heal slowly like a human was not something he was use to at all. He would have been fine the night of his attack, but noooo...

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He stared wide eyed at the wounds. Those were deep. He looked a little apologetic for being so stupid. The English teen just wasn't really the best at conversations some days. He hoped Virgil wasn't thinking of it too terribly bad to make himself hurt worse.

"I um...hope you get better." He offered a smile, it was all he could do, really. "I also hope you don't mind me helping take care of you? I'm not going to do anything I'm not qualified for." He wouldn't say it was everything, but he was learning blood pressure and such.

He stood up, everything on the tray, looking down at the mess that was now contained on the tray. Oh great, they are going to yell at him for wasting the medication. Maybe he could prolong the inevitable? Yes! He could. Just keep talking right? That seemed good enough for him.

"What's your name?"

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The words meant nothing to him. People said that all the time to others who were ill or hurt, and half the time didn't mean it.

"I'll be fine, it'll just take longer than usual to heal." he sounded peeved at that, but then shrugged, regretting it when his shoulder yelled at him for it.

"Not like I can tell you no." he said, watching the blond fix his tray so everything was on there, and no longer littering the floor and his bed. That was certainly a lot of wasted pills. Shame for those who needed it, but it wasn't his problem.

"Vergil. I guess it wouldn't hurt to ask your name either, in case I need you for anything..." Vergil said, not like he would. Typically he delt with the pain until the drugs were offered to him, then he'd stop being stubborn and take them.

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"Even so, I kind of hate to see people in pain..." Unless he was on a bounty hunt, then it was capture or die trying. That always made him jumpy to think about. He looked once again at the tray...yeah he was in trouble. The doctors are going to yell.

He was glad to finally know Vergil's name, but he gave a hesitant look on giving his own. This wasn't ever easy to tell people. His family had promised to change it if he could prove his worth, but that wasn't happening very soon.

"Well...um, just say, 'HEY YOU' and I'll know." He grinned trying to dodge the question of his name. That was until one of the other workers yelled out for him.

"Bridget did you get..." The young blond looked embarrassed and scared at the same time. The other nurse went ballistic. "WHAT HAPPENED!?!?" The older man yelled. Bloody hell... He didn't know what to say. "Um...I fell?" He said with a small, apologetic look. The man scoffed. "That's no excuse! You are going to pay for those!" He huffed and walked off, leaving the poor teen frowning and ashamed.

He grabbed the tray. "I have to go."

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Bridget? Wait... he swore that this was a boy, a girly looking one, but a boy no less. Was he wrong? Granted he'd thought it was a girl at first but a few things here and there and even the voice wasn't completely girlish, so he had to be a young boy. But... Bridget? Vergil would have asked about the name but a nurse came over, screaming bloody murder at the younger male. He almost felt bad for Bridget... almost. Though the other yelling didn't make him feel any better and Vergil would have yelled at the bastard, but he was gone before he could.

"Alright then 'Hey You', see you around." he nodded, sure that the boy would be back later with more drugs. Looking at Bridget he could see a lot of the inmates would probably enjoy him, as a lot of the attacks of rape had been pretty men lately. Bridget was the perfect jail bait for this place. Not that he would do anything to him. Besides he was sure Hwoarang would get all in a tissy if he even caught him looking at Bridget.

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He looked back, ready to just crawl out of his skin with the mention of his name. Bridget wasn't even remotely masculine, but what else could he do? He couldn't change it...no, not if he wanted to see his mum and dad again, or his brother.

"Yeah...thanks." He muttered, then caught his eye looking at him. The eighteen year old tried not to blush, it was common for guys to look at him like that, but in a prison, it was doubly worse. This place was full of rapists. That didn't sit well on his stomach.

"I-If you are wondering...that's my name." He frowned. "My family thought it would be better to raise me as a girl...I have a twin and there's a belief that twin boys will bring bad luck on the family. So...they tried to hide the fact." He didn't know why he was explaining it, but he needed to justify a little bit.

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That was certainly an odd way of dealing with having twins... Vergil was glad that wasn't the case in his family. Having twins in his family had seemed like bad luck for him too, it had gotten his mother killed having twin sons of the demon Sparda living with her.

"Mm, I figured it was. You didn't seem ready to give it up so I came to the conclusion you weren't fond of it. 'Hey You' has a better ring to it anyway." Vergil said, as if he could care less about why his parent's had named him a girls name. Personally Vergil just thought his parents must have really hated him when he was a baby. Though Bridget could easily be taken for... a Bridget.

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"All right." He nodded, smiling ever so slight. It was so embarrassing to mention his name. He didn't want to say all it has brought him was horrible luck. He never could prove his worth to his parents. The problem was, his brother was being successful, in Oxford and getting married to a girl that was wealthy. So, here was his brother, in a prison working to find glory and riches in a hurry to actually move on with his life without getting laughed at.

"...listen, do you hear of anyone working as a guard with a bounty on their head?" He said in a hushed tone, desperate as it was. He had come to work here for that very reason. He had heard a rumor there was one. "I just thought there was a rumor of it...or something." Horrible cover up, and he knew it. There really wasn't much else he could do, really.

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"I'm not exactly a social butterfly, so I haven't heard anything. I could ask my cellmate... he might know." Vergil didn't ask, not care why Bridget wanted to know. To each their own really, as long as it didn't get him stabbed again.

"Besides wouldn't it be better for you to keep away from that type of person?" he asked. If Vergil was that girlish looking in a place loaded with horny crazy men, he wouldn't exactly want to go wandering around asking if anyone knew about some rumor. He'd be running anytime someone even glanced in his direction. Even thought about looking a him.

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"Yeah...well, don't worry about it." He nodded politely. "Just something I heard, is all." He didn't really care about the danger at this point, it was all about money. He was a slave to that and only that so he could live a life as a man, not a girl.

"I know, but...eh...just trying to hold a conversation. It helps me stay away from bitchzilla..." He didn't realize the nurse was standing behind him and felt hot breath on his neck. He looked behind him, wide eyed. She looked like she was going to erupt. Bridget ran for his post, ducking away from her.

"O.k. gottagobye!" He said in top speed, running off. Her yelling at him the whole way about getting jobs done and even what he called her. The head nurse was scarier than any rapist to Bridget as he was screamed at in a different room, away from Vergil.