Post by InsaneWhitey28 on Oct 23, 2011 23:28:25 GMT -5
Well this was annoying.
Bared from the Sands because of injuries. Jeez, it was only a broken arm and some ribs, granted her arm was rather awkward looking bent that angle until the Healers had gotten to it, but still! Just because it flopped a little...
Groaning to herself, the young woman threw the pillow she was currently strangling over her face, having been moved to the Burimyu Candidate Barracks after the earthquake. Needless to say she was still pretty heavily drugged with fellis and numbweed to really grasp what was going on until she woke up in the Burimyu Infirmary a day or two later. Did she really care that Burimyu was now called Selenitas? Hm... Not really. It would always be Burimyu to her and not a letter short, and others can just deal with it. She actually found it saddening that the original Selenitas was so utterly devastated that they wouldn't or couldn't repair it. She had lost some of her best hiding places there, and for all she knew Burimyu was in dead last concerning hiding places, and prank abilities. Why? Because she was still trying to get the stiffness out of her arm that's why.
Sharding ribs weren't the problem. It was the fact her entire arm had been shattered under the weight of the rubble and hadn't set right in the first month with the Healers scrambling around to help whoever was thrown at them. So her arm had start to heal, with her wrist actually twisted the wrong way and almost backwards. Apparently she had been holding it in the wrong position for them to notice. Whatever. Was it her fault they kept her so drugged she couldn't tell them anything was wrong? Incompetent was the only word she had for them at the moment. She really didn't have any pity for them. Because she had to get her arm re-broken in certain places. Numbweed and fellis did nothing to stop her screaming bloody murder and going after a knife.
Her arm finally left to heal properly, she stuck in the Infirmary since it was one of the few non-destroyed places, her drugged ramblings began. Cotton was mentioned a lot. As was a brush. Thankfully she was just considered rather out of mind as some of the other patients, and it was pushed aside. It wasn't until she was being taken off the fellis and they were moving to Burimyu did she understand any of the going on's around her, and the news that Burimyu had returned to Selinitas to lend a hand reached her ears. As did the death of Armind.
Even thinking about him gave her a pang. She liked the little brat, and he'd saved her life once. And this time when she could've gone and found him, she was stuck under rubble whining about a Sharding brush being noticed in the chaos.
Growling to herself, Rosanna threw the pillow at the wall as she sat up, snatching up the rubber ball the Healers had given her to work out the stiffness in her hand. She was told to use her arm for small tasks as much as possible(duh) and one of those tasks she usually set it was feeding Cotton. Speaking of which...
A squeak of surprise sounded from under her shirt, the salamndyr having found over the months that the best spot to hide was in Hers shirt, hanging onto Hers odd little underhide. It was quite comfortable. The young woman ignored the mandyr's squeak, walking out into the Common Room to claim the spot on the couch she had so conveniently claimed when she was allowed back into the Barracks, shooing away any other candidates that decided to lay claim as well. This was her couch now. Plus it held a certain sentimental value, seeing as her first real and rather awkward conversation with Armind had been on a couch. Then the little buggart went and died. Right after Z'ves, though granted she didn't have to worry about fearing for her life from him anymore, being connected to the bluerider was not something she was interested in, thank you very much.
But back to the mandyr, who had left the teen until she was back in the Barracks. Not wanting to risk being caught by the riders, the teen supposed, and to hide the brush somewhere. Cotton still wouldn't tell her where it was, something about 'finding, good game, yesyes'. So she could only assume the mandyr was talking about hide and go seek. Though she might want to be careful to avoid Hers if the stress gets to her again, because really, bruised side with still slightly aching ribs being crawled all over by a green menace? It resulted in Cotton getting thrown at a wall several times and one of those times surrounded by other people(though most just assumed the mandyr had been someone else's troublemaker)
As it was, her side was still tender so Cotton was careful to step around the tender spots. Better yet, she just avoided them completely.
Not need bad feelings. Nono. Cotton commented as Hers began exercising her hand, twisting her wrist to work out the kinks from being lazy and smashing a pillow into her face. Nono. Happy, happy yesyes.[/color]
"Hush," she ordered and the mandyr fell silent as she curled on Hers' chest, a small barely noticeable bulge under the candidate's shirt. At least the Wastelanders would soon get theirs and hopefully, she would be part of that.
Her grip on the ball tightened to the point she thought she might break it, rage coming alive within her breast as it consumed Rosanna's thoughts for the moment. Nature itself would pay.
Bared from the Sands because of injuries. Jeez, it was only a broken arm and some ribs, granted her arm was rather awkward looking bent that angle until the Healers had gotten to it, but still! Just because it flopped a little...
Groaning to herself, the young woman threw the pillow she was currently strangling over her face, having been moved to the Burimyu Candidate Barracks after the earthquake. Needless to say she was still pretty heavily drugged with fellis and numbweed to really grasp what was going on until she woke up in the Burimyu Infirmary a day or two later. Did she really care that Burimyu was now called Selenitas? Hm... Not really. It would always be Burimyu to her and not a letter short, and others can just deal with it. She actually found it saddening that the original Selenitas was so utterly devastated that they wouldn't or couldn't repair it. She had lost some of her best hiding places there, and for all she knew Burimyu was in dead last concerning hiding places, and prank abilities. Why? Because she was still trying to get the stiffness out of her arm that's why.
Sharding ribs weren't the problem. It was the fact her entire arm had been shattered under the weight of the rubble and hadn't set right in the first month with the Healers scrambling around to help whoever was thrown at them. So her arm had start to heal, with her wrist actually twisted the wrong way and almost backwards. Apparently she had been holding it in the wrong position for them to notice. Whatever. Was it her fault they kept her so drugged she couldn't tell them anything was wrong? Incompetent was the only word she had for them at the moment. She really didn't have any pity for them. Because she had to get her arm re-broken in certain places. Numbweed and fellis did nothing to stop her screaming bloody murder and going after a knife.
Her arm finally left to heal properly, she stuck in the Infirmary since it was one of the few non-destroyed places, her drugged ramblings began. Cotton was mentioned a lot. As was a brush. Thankfully she was just considered rather out of mind as some of the other patients, and it was pushed aside. It wasn't until she was being taken off the fellis and they were moving to Burimyu did she understand any of the going on's around her, and the news that Burimyu had returned to Selinitas to lend a hand reached her ears. As did the death of Armind.
Even thinking about him gave her a pang. She liked the little brat, and he'd saved her life once. And this time when she could've gone and found him, she was stuck under rubble whining about a Sharding brush being noticed in the chaos.
Growling to herself, Rosanna threw the pillow at the wall as she sat up, snatching up the rubber ball the Healers had given her to work out the stiffness in her hand. She was told to use her arm for small tasks as much as possible(duh) and one of those tasks she usually set it was feeding Cotton. Speaking of which...
A squeak of surprise sounded from under her shirt, the salamndyr having found over the months that the best spot to hide was in Hers shirt, hanging onto Hers odd little underhide. It was quite comfortable. The young woman ignored the mandyr's squeak, walking out into the Common Room to claim the spot on the couch she had so conveniently claimed when she was allowed back into the Barracks, shooing away any other candidates that decided to lay claim as well. This was her couch now. Plus it held a certain sentimental value, seeing as her first real and rather awkward conversation with Armind had been on a couch. Then the little buggart went and died. Right after Z'ves, though granted she didn't have to worry about fearing for her life from him anymore, being connected to the bluerider was not something she was interested in, thank you very much.
But back to the mandyr, who had left the teen until she was back in the Barracks. Not wanting to risk being caught by the riders, the teen supposed, and to hide the brush somewhere. Cotton still wouldn't tell her where it was, something about 'finding, good game, yesyes'. So she could only assume the mandyr was talking about hide and go seek. Though she might want to be careful to avoid Hers if the stress gets to her again, because really, bruised side with still slightly aching ribs being crawled all over by a green menace? It resulted in Cotton getting thrown at a wall several times and one of those times surrounded by other people(though most just assumed the mandyr had been someone else's troublemaker)
As it was, her side was still tender so Cotton was careful to step around the tender spots. Better yet, she just avoided them completely.
Not need bad feelings. Nono. Cotton commented as Hers began exercising her hand, twisting her wrist to work out the kinks from being lazy and smashing a pillow into her face. Nono. Happy, happy yesyes.[/color]
"Hush," she ordered and the mandyr fell silent as she curled on Hers' chest, a small barely noticeable bulge under the candidate's shirt. At least the Wastelanders would soon get theirs and hopefully, she would be part of that.
Her grip on the ball tightened to the point she thought she might break it, rage coming alive within her breast as it consumed Rosanna's thoughts for the moment. Nature itself would pay.
