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mikandelinquent) wrote2012-01-10 12:30 am
mikandelinquent) wrote2012-01-10 12:30 am
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5th Mikan [Voice//Action]
[Hnngh.
Bellemere wakes up in a dress, for one thing. For another, she's leaned up against a tree on the outskirts of town, bleary and tired and she's thinking injured—her hypothesis is correct when she goes to move and her legs buckle: instead of her arm catching her, it gives out from the pain coursing up and down it. It's only then she realizes, lying there, that her arm is eerily injured like it had before she died.
Not a coincidence, she's guessing.
The rest of her isn't exactly in the best shape either; needle marks and abandoned cuts from struggling back and forth from her cell...
Not important. She pats the area for her journal, catching it with her good hand. When she speaks, she strengthens her voice as best she can. No reason to give into the drugs making her legs feel heavy.]
[Voice]
Sorry I was gone—but I'm on my way back now. I'll be home in no time.
[She shifts, grunting as she goes to walk.]
It's been a good amount of time, right? Don't tell me there were any crappy shifts since then...
[She forces herself to her feet, gritting her teeth, pissed off more than anything. There's a figure moving from the forest through town, toward the Strawhat house, bloody and fueled by stubbornness, if anything. She just. Wants a smoke. And a place to lay, maybe something for this arm dangling uselessly at her side.]
[[ooc: breaking time isn't too big a deal! Replies might be a bit slow at first XD]]
Bellemere wakes up in a dress, for one thing. For another, she's leaned up against a tree on the outskirts of town, bleary and tired and she's thinking injured—her hypothesis is correct when she goes to move and her legs buckle: instead of her arm catching her, it gives out from the pain coursing up and down it. It's only then she realizes, lying there, that her arm is eerily injured like it had before she died.
Not a coincidence, she's guessing.
The rest of her isn't exactly in the best shape either; needle marks and abandoned cuts from struggling back and forth from her cell...
Not important. She pats the area for her journal, catching it with her good hand. When she speaks, she strengthens her voice as best she can. No reason to give into the drugs making her legs feel heavy.]
[Voice]
Sorry I was gone—but I'm on my way back now. I'll be home in no time.
[She shifts, grunting as she goes to walk.]
It's been a good amount of time, right? Don't tell me there were any crappy shifts since then...
[She forces herself to her feet, gritting her teeth, pissed off more than anything. There's a figure moving from the forest through town, toward the Strawhat house, bloody and fueled by stubbornness, if anything. She just. Wants a smoke. And a place to lay, maybe something for this arm dangling uselessly at her side.]
[[ooc: breaking time isn't too big a deal! Replies might be a bit slow at first XD]]
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[Here's a nice tree for her to collapse backward against, energy spent moving even just a small ways. She catches that look, and offers a more confident, humored tone.]
Don't worry. I'm alright. I used to be a marine, after all. Just gonna take a while to get this damn arm on the mend...
[sigh]
Here I thought I was gonna be able to avoid it, since I arrived here clean..
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Perhaps it was better that she focused her energies on her recovery rather than in conversing with him, he decides. He shuts his eyes and bows his head, just slightly.] Perhaps it is best that I leave you to recover, all the same. [He has never been captured by the Malnosso and can only assume that a two-week long period of captivity would leave anyone exhausted, torture aside.]
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[THWUMP.
Sorry, were you saying something? She's just gonna collapse into the grass and take a load off her feet. Unconsciously. It happens. `_`]
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Bellemere! [He calls out, instinctively.]
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