OCTOBER CROW | Jinny

Taiwanese people had issues. All Jinny looked for was a fair price on one of their protective charms, and when she finally found a place that sold it, the owner was a cheap bastard who wouldn't even allow for a bargain. Ain't no way anyone would pay five thousand yuan for a stupid piece of yellow paper with random scribblings on it that probably wouldn't even work, but then again, she'd seen some pretty desperate people who didn't know how to counter a haunting. Still, that didn't stop the shop owner from giving her a long lecture about how his stall might go bankrupt if he even sold it for a single yuan less, and he even went on about how the price may raise if she were to come back after looking somewhere else.

"Think of the economy!" He said. "I have to feed my family too!" He said.

Years ago, she would probably never have dreamed about enjoying her freedom as is. For nearly twenty years of her life, she's spent it behind the walls of her family's temple, as they were afraid that the outside world might influence her into doing impure things, and because of her little time spent in the outside world, she didn't even know of any impure things, unless of course, they meant something along the lines of mingling with an evil spirit, or even conversing with one. That of course, is a sin that must be punished.

It was late in the evening now, but the young exorcist still had several hours before she had to head off to finish what she came here to do. There was an evil spirit lurking around the residential area, preying on weak girls. Symptoms of a victim are said to include a state of complete mental shock, a complete difference in behavior, and there are even a few cases of some locking themselves inside their rooms and doing 'shameless' things, whatever that meant.

No matter what the spirit had in stored for its next victim, however, Jinny sure as hell wouldn't let that happen. But for now, she'd find a good spot to set up a small camp for herself, where she'd be preferably isolated from the masses. It is kind of hard to meditate when you're surrounded by chitter-chatter. As far as the weather goes, it wasn't snowing, but the temperature and chilly winds were definitely sufficient in giving someone a cold, which explained why Jinny had on a green fur coat, masking the traditional Chinese cheongsam she usually wore.

It took her quite awhile, but with her trusty walking stick, she managed to finally get to a spot where there probably wouldn't be much people. And considering its an alleyway of sorts, it.. undoubtedly had its ups and downs. On a positive note, Jinny wasn't much of a complainer. She usually toughed it out, no matter what the situation called for, despite being what some might consider to be 'handicapped'. On the down side, with her being blind, she usually relied on her other senses that, in turn, are better than most other people's. That list included the sense of smell as well, and dark alleyways commonly smelled like.. well, dark alleyways.

But there was another hint of something that caught her attention. It had a slight bit of metallic twang to it, similar to that of rust, but this one was different in a way that it seemed.. fresh.

"嗯..这里有人吗?不要怕,我不是坏人." She spoke in her native tongue, asking whomever was there to not be afraid, and her choice of language was kind of obvious, considering where she was. With her vision as is, and her powerful senses blocked by the increasingly cold weather, she couldn't really detect where the smell came from. She knew for a fact that it was there, but.. where? Just on the off chance that the person was foreign though, she'd try her luck with her rather limited knowledge when it came to the international English language that is heavily accented by her ethnicity. "Um.. ah.. I.. not dangerous. I come in peace. Where.. you be? I help."

By then, she'd have stopped directly in front of the glistening trash can. Her eyes showed no signs of her being blind whatsoever, and if it weren't for that walking stick, people would probably pay her no attention at all and assume she's just like your every day average healthy teenage girl.

It took awhile before she heard a response, but even when she did, it was a language she couldn't possibly identify. Yes, despite not having much knowledge about the outside world in general, she still knew of the existence of different cultures, different ethnicities, different people and different languages. Thank the lord she learned a bit of English from watching advertisements on the television. She was a fast learner too, and she was more than certain that that particular quality contributed to her learning curves. Still, weren't bullets fired from guns? She hadn't seen one before- which, come to think of it, wasn't that peculiar, with how she's blind and all, but the point is, she hasn't had the chance to examine a gun in any way, shape or form, but why would this girl have that many bullets inside her body? She'd have to find a way to ask that question later, but for now, keeping her alive was definitely a must.

"H-Hospital..?" Of course, when you're dealing with an injured person, that is the first place you could think of when it came to where you should take them. Jinny couldn't properly see the wound, but the blurred red blotches around the girl's body showed just how much blood she's losing. By no means was the young exorcist a doctor, but after countless treatments of her parents and her grandparents after they've crossed paths with evil spirits, its hard for her to not develop a knack in this particular field. "I.. help.. but no medicine."

What she meant to say was how she had no materials, but medicine sort of counted, right? Although, she did have a vague idea of what needs to be done. Within an instant, she presented her walking stick toward the girl, offering a strange mix of an expression that's between a grim look and a forced smile. "Bite. Help pain."

If the girl would allow her to, Jinny would then make a bit of space for herself right in front of her before crouching down. Without another second of hesitation, the redhead reached forward and tore the brunette's sleeve off. as she extended one hand forward, unknowingly resting against the chest of the girl she's trying to help, she huffed, wanting the girl to lead her hand towards teh wound. Stopping the bleeding was the most important, after all. "Help.. to injury.