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discedo_logs2008-08-23 09:11 pm
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searched for joy but bought it all
Who: The Boss [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
v_oyevoda] ; The Sorrow [speakofthedead] ; Ocelot [russianrevolver]
Where: Mariner High School, Room 103
When: After The Sorrow's post here
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons
the log:
Beneath the reputation and titles, she was still just as human as the next man. Her own mortality had often been something that was easy for her to forget, but it was situations like these that kept her grounded. It would be best to find someone that knew more about the monsters (she would admit to having very little knowledge of them herself) to make sure there was no slow-acting venom that she was unaware of. The Boss removed the clothing of her upper half methodically, down to a plain white tank that left her wound completely exposed.
It had been bandaged carefully, as best as she could left handed. Blood was only just beginning to show against the white of the bandages, a sign that it needed changing. The Boss flexed her right hand slowly, tapping her fingers along her arm to make sure that she hadn’t lost feeling. Huh, small miracles. With a slight wince she began removing the bandages, craning her neck to inspect the damage. It had started to heal as best her body could without medical assistance. It was impossible for her to even attempt suturing it closed—the bite wound was large and ragged, and she was lucky that she wasn’t missing a large chunk of her arm.
With the bandages removed she settled down on her mattress, leaning back against the wall and closing her eyes. There wasn’t much else to do now but wait.
v_oyevoda] ; The Sorrow [speakofthedead] ; Ocelot [russianrevolver]Where: Mariner High School, Room 103
When: After The Sorrow's post here
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons
the log:
Beneath the reputation and titles, she was still just as human as the next man. Her own mortality had often been something that was easy for her to forget, but it was situations like these that kept her grounded. It would be best to find someone that knew more about the monsters (she would admit to having very little knowledge of them herself) to make sure there was no slow-acting venom that she was unaware of. The Boss removed the clothing of her upper half methodically, down to a plain white tank that left her wound completely exposed.
It had been bandaged carefully, as best as she could left handed. Blood was only just beginning to show against the white of the bandages, a sign that it needed changing. The Boss flexed her right hand slowly, tapping her fingers along her arm to make sure that she hadn’t lost feeling. Huh, small miracles. With a slight wince she began removing the bandages, craning her neck to inspect the damage. It had started to heal as best her body could without medical assistance. It was impossible for her to even attempt suturing it closed—the bite wound was large and ragged, and she was lucky that she wasn’t missing a large chunk of her arm.
With the bandages removed she settled down on her mattress, leaning back against the wall and closing her eyes. There wasn’t much else to do now but wait.