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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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I'll get you settled, then go find someone, alright?
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Thanks a lot, Rydia; I guess I owe you one.
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Just take it easy, Bellemere. I'll be back soon, with help.