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Elden smirked at her slightly sassy comment about burning her clothes, despite the shock and concision. That was a good sign in his eyes, just as good as he lashing out at him when she;d though him one of her attackers. He pulled his phone from his pocket, hitting the button for the camera app before setting it on the edge of the truck bed. "Lets get this done so you can get out of those clothes, ya?... Lets get your face first, then I don't have to get it in the other photos." That would spare her from being completely associated with the photos, only the face shots showing her identity. Between the photo's and the ME's report, there would be no doubt about what the girl had suffered. If she pressed charges, he doubted it would even have to go to court. Any judge who saw the evidence against the boys, saw their privileged background compared to Des' blue collar upbringing... well he knew they'd win, and if he had any saying, those boys would have to register as sex offenders for the rest of their lives! His thumb found her chin as she spoke of her head, and the likelihood of a concussion. With how that guy was thrashing her around, he wasn't surprised. He tilted her chin up slightly, slowly and looked at her eyes, at the damage that had been done to her face. "The medics'll know for sure. If its bad, you'll have to stay up tonight" He'd stay up with her, support her as best he could as she battled these daemons that the boys had put into her head. His thumb tapped her chin lightly as he pulled his hand back. He picked up his phone, flicking the flash on so the photo's would actually turn out. "You can just close your eyes if you want. Should only need about four" Each side of her face, the condition of her clothes and a shot of her hands. That was all he'd ever seen in files, so thats all he'd do. If they wanted more, they were shit outta luck. He'd keep her here long enough to have her looked at, her nails scraped and her clothed bagged. Then he was taking her home and he didn't give a shit what the ME had to say about his wound, or the fact that he had to go to hospital. |
.twenty.two. .6'4". brown hair .brown eyes. .scar on left cheek. .Ford F-100 Cruiser. Dove Grey .Marine Scout Sniper. .Gunnery Sergeant. .Third Tour of Duty. |
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