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One of those days
Apr. 28th, 2009 05:11 pmThomas leaned against the wall to catch her breath for the fifth time today. She had swapped out the swath of canvas for bandages from the kit, it eased up a little on the tightness and the pinching.
Nnh, maybe I still got it on too tight, She thought as she wiggled, trying to adjust it without lifting up her shirt. Once she did as much as she could, Thomas closed her eyes - just absorbing the coolness of the cellar walls (least she assumes they would be called Cellars in a place like this). It felt pretty much...
The place wasn't so bad, sure it's run down, maybe it's neck-deep in unfiled paperwork and the staff is ridiculously small. But it's got charm - a beautiful view at shore, the great people... the -
uneven stairs that she really should be paying attention to.
With a sudden start as her foot landed on air, Thomas's arms flailed in a very good imitation of a windmill and a spastic bird, though sadly it completely does nothing to keep her from losing her unused-to new sense of balance. She cried out in alarm as she tumbled down the remain steps and crashed into a free-standing torch.
She was vaguely aware of a POP! and a THUD! as the world started to pirouette around her and went blurry. Oh... how great, Thomas thought before she went out like a light.
* * *
( Of course, she'll never get an easy time of things )
Nnh, maybe I still got it on too tight, She thought as she wiggled, trying to adjust it without lifting up her shirt. Once she did as much as she could, Thomas closed her eyes - just absorbing the coolness of the cellar walls (least she assumes they would be called Cellars in a place like this). It felt pretty much...
The place wasn't so bad, sure it's run down, maybe it's neck-deep in unfiled paperwork and the staff is ridiculously small. But it's got charm - a beautiful view at shore, the great people... the -
uneven stairs that she really should be paying attention to.
With a sudden start as her foot landed on air, Thomas's arms flailed in a very good imitation of a windmill and a spastic bird, though sadly it completely does nothing to keep her from losing her unused-to new sense of balance. She cried out in alarm as she tumbled down the remain steps and crashed into a free-standing torch.
She was vaguely aware of a POP! and a THUD! as the world started to pirouette around her and went blurry. Oh... how great, Thomas thought before she went out like a light.
* * *
( Of course, she'll never get an easy time of things )
