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Post by Fiona Starling on Apr 8, 2013 8:52:19 GMT -5
Fiona plopped herself down on one of the infirmary beds, it was completely empty in the clinic, there had been less accidents thanks to the soft grass and spring fever that had hit everyone. Fiona laid back and closed her eyes, enjoying the soft breezes coming through the bright window, her mind was wandering away and thinking about all her new thoughts and feelings that had been popping up over the last few days. It was all very confusing, but exciting and definitely gonna make some changes in her life. A soft smile came over Fiona's lips that slowly turned into a wide grin, she pushed herself up, her peach colored lace dress flip up then back over her legs as she bounced up and looked around. She was completely alone... completely... alone... A loud squee came up from her as she grabbed her guitar and starting strumming and dancing around the infirmary, she spun about as she played the chords, before she knew it she was singing Miranda Lambert's "Only Prettier" with her slightly twangy voice. "I've been saved by the grace of southern charm!! I got the mouth of a sailor and yours is more like a hallmark card, if you wanna pick a fight, well I'm gonna have to say good night"[/i] She jumped up onto a bed and swung her hips, imitating Elvis Presley, "I don't have to be hateful, I can just say bless your heart!"[/i] As she sang and dance, everything started to feel better as she was able to get alot of the pent up energy and thoughts out of her head. OutfitSong |
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Post by Lance Nicolas Shade on Apr 8, 2013 18:32:56 GMT -5
A soft cool breeze floated through the air, and Lance was just a little hurt. It was not the emotional hurt, or anything like that, it had been a few of the animals that got a little rough. He was out and about in the forests, which he had come to enjoy very much since few campers explored them, and as always he was glomped by whatever animal happened to see him. The day had been good, and while he often did not oblige the whimpers of animals today he had decided to play with a family of foxes. They should not have been too bad, it wasn't like they were bears of wolves, but it seemed he misjudged them a bit. They had sharp claws, and of course sharp teeth, but Lance hadn't though too much of it. They had cute fluffy tails, how bad could they be? He had not noticed the scratches he was getting from their play, and they were pretty shallow, but he still needed some cleaning solution and bandaids. There was no better place then the clinic to get them.
He walked quietly, which was pretty much just his normal way of walking, to the clinic. The big house looming in front of him, large pouch and all. The sound of an acoustic guitar fluttered in the wind, getting louder as Lance walked closer. A voice came singing in a way similar to the sharp flicks of a guitar or violin rose from the infirmary. Lance stared at the door wondering if he should walk in, or knock. Knocking was a little weird, considering it was the infirmary, and the door was always open. Still he could not help but knock on the door way, loud and audible. He blushes as it seemed to echo just as much as the woman's voice had. “Hello? C...could I get some peroxide, and maybe a few banaids?” |
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Post by Fiona Starling on Apr 11, 2013 9:13:30 GMT -5
Fiona continued on with her song and dance routine for a bit there, that was at least until she heard, or thought she heard, someone at the door. A hot red flush took over her face as she jumped down off of the bed, swung her guitar over onto her back, and started to tidy everything up. She moved faster than she realized she could, maybe her muscles had gotten perfect at making beds and fixing water pitchers... Yelling out so the poor person knocking didn't feel ignored, "Uhm... Just a moment, things got a little crazy in here!"
Fiona set her guitar back in its case, leaning it up against the corner by the big desk that the person who runs the clinic gets, at this point she had claimed it for herself since Thaddeus had disappeared. Straightening her peach-colored dress and attempting to de-mess her long brown hair; finally she felt at least semi-presentable.
Bounding over the door, she flipped the latch and opened it up, "Of course you can have some bandaids, but I don't use peroxi..." She looked up and smiled realizing who it was, "Hey there Lance, common in, take a seat on any of the all open cots."
She laughed a bit, before seeing all the cuts and scratches, "You look like you got in a wrestling match with a couple animals, probably need a bit more than just bandages and peroxide, but I got just what you need." She stepped out of the way so he could actually walk in if he wanted to, it was the absolute least, but still nice, thing she could do at the moment.
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Post by Lance Nicolas Shade on Apr 12, 2013 23:51:24 GMT -5
Lance smiled, he should have known it was Fiona. Who else would be in a closed infirmary singing like no one would hear? A look around explain why, it was empty. Not a soul lingered in the room, even if some of the beds looked a bit messy. That was probably the squeaking he heard from outside. The bed springs. A smile spread across his face imagining Fiona on the beds playing guitar, and singing with all she had. It was an interesting and funny picture. "Thanks, are they all open?" he asked.
"Yeah, I hadn't really thought about how sharp foxes claws where before." he said looking at his arms, it wasn't that bad was it? Lifting his arms he saw the underside of them, and while the top had only a few parts that actually caused bleeding, the under side looked the part of needing that little bit more. "You're right, I hadn't noticed." Walking past Fiona Lance took a good look around the room, before picking a bed that looked recently thrown together. The guitar case in the corner caught his eye, leaned up against the desk. "Is that your guitar?"
Part of Lance wanted to bring up what he had heard, and possibly pick on her a little about it. He wanted to, but did not. She would undoubtedly find a way to pick on him too, some how many it so everything he said was turned against him. The thought made him happy, though he wasn't sure why.
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Post by Fiona Starling on Apr 14, 2013 16:31:54 GMT -5
Fiona nodded and chuckled a bit, "Uh... yeah, they're all open, seems like people are enjoying more safe activities right now, or maybe they are just going straight to Apollo cabin versus coming here." She shrugged a bit and smiled.
"Yeah, everything seems to be that way..." She laughed softly, watching as he looked up at his arms, the foxes really did do a number on the guy, nothing too horrible or permanent but definitely needing a bit more than what he was originally asking for. "You have a high pain threshold I bet, I would've whimpered with just a small cut." She laughed a bit, walking over to her large apothecary chest, pulling out a couple of bottles and bandages as he picked his bed.
Looking over at her guitar as he asked the question, she smiled and nodded, setting the items down on the small bed side table, "Yep, that's my Priscilla, my dad got me her for my sixteenth birthday. I love her, plus she smells like home to me, at least for now."
Setting herself down next to him on the bed, Fiona picked up a big thing of gauze and poured some of her own antiseptic recipe on it, "Can I see one of your arms... Its just your arms right, no other places?" She looked him up and down, just not completely sure, but still not wanting to force him into a strip search, but she didn't need to risk him getting rabies over bashfulness.
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