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 Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 9:02 am
"Kitchen's still gonna be here, unless someone decides to walk in Julie's footsteps and blow it up again," Before muttered then grimaced, "Guh, forget I said that about Julie. Talking ill about the dead ain't a good thing especially when it's a good person's death." When Ofelia placed her injured hand in his, Before's face seemed to tinge green. "We really gotta get Sunny to look at your hand. Best I can do right now is wrap it up for her to stitch up."
He held her hand gently while firmly wrapping his scarf around her wound. "Iffin' it hurts, I'm sorry but we gotta stop the bleeding. Oh and try not to move your fingers if you can help it," he rambled, trying to remember the first aid stuff he read in Tori's room.
At the Sunny's very long apology, teal eyes met gray and he gave her a wry smile. "Apology ain't needed, I'm totes sure no one would appreciate eating bloodied pie or learning that the baker lost fingers over it. But thank you for one, all the same." His eyes tapered as the corners of his mouth pulled up, completely unaware that the reddening of the apples of Ofelia's cheeks was not out of frustration. "Besides, we're just calling this match off. Ain't like we won't be having any future ones. I'll just make sure to bring a first aid kit next time," he teased.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 9:13 am
Julie...Julie. . . Ofelia remembered her, but not the parts about her death. She hadn't really been away for that section of it, having been wounded and sort of limping behind everyone else, but she could understand the basics of not wanting to speak ill of the dead. Bad karma and all that. However when Before mentioned Sunny the memory of drinking the stuff to get rid of the flowers flowed back into her mind and she paled.
There was no way in hell she was going to see that woman, not right now and not ever if she could help it. There had to be some way to stay here, some way she could bake. . . .and then she had it.
Ofelia raised her eyebrows. "Oh, so ya think Ah'm not able ta bake wit' jus' one hand?" Ofelia looked at the wrap job done to her hand, her fingers a little tingling but otherwise okay. Inwardly she was cursing that she actually said something at all about it. "It sounds like ya think yer gonna beat me super easily if Ah can only use. . . the hand Ah'm best with." Ofelia raised her other hand up, twirling a spatula in it. "Good fer me, Ah'm ambidextrous." The cut had been on her right hand, she was more skilled with her left anyway. Also it wasn't like Ofelia would be heart broken if she lost a finger - the cut actually looked worse than it actually was.
. . . . Right? Yup. "Also, it dun really hurt. Ah got in so much scrapes as a runt mah sense of pain is really dulled compared ta most. S'probably why Ah can get the crap kicked outta me 'again an'a 'gain an' not even notice."
Buuuh, why was she rambling? Her apples were turning brown.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 6:41 am
At first, Before just looked confused at the direction the conversation was going. Why was Ofelia talking about baking with her dominant hand and that she was ambidextrous when she had an injury that needed to be taken care of by someone better skilled at it?
Then confusion turned to disbelief when the female Trainee started to ramble on about her threshold for pain. The Misty scowled, his lack of eyebrows enhancing his displeasure. "Offie! No! No pie for ANYONE until you get your hand looked at!" >CCCCCC His grip on her hand shifted to her wrist, fingers curling tightly in an attempt to indicate that he was serious.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 3:07 am
Ofelia might have winced from Before's sudden shifting grip from her hand to her wrist, but there wasn't any pain there. Instead her brows knit themselves downward and she inwardly sighed, knowing that she'd stepped on herself somehow. So much for baking pies together, she'd be lucky if she hadn't managed to make Before hate her too. Why was it that everything Ofelia did ended up with someone unhappy with her?
" . . . Understood." She wasn't going to argue the point and instead just bit at her already bloodied lip. The taste of iron flooded her mouth and she had to stop herself from gagging it up and onto her companion. "Ah . . . jus' wanted ta make ya happy, or make someone happy 'cause'a me." She was speaking the truth there, if he believed her it was up to him.
It would be easy enough for her to yank her arm free, she was a bit taller than him and he didn't look as muscular as she was.Huni Pi Would you like another RP after this? <3
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 12:24 am
Teal eyes blinked, "Well, yeah I'm totes not happy you got cut over something I wanted us to do, but I'm just being worried." Before released his hold on the girl, if only to turn off the ovens while they weren't being used (no sense in causing another explosion) but he went right back to pulling Ofelia towards the Infirmary. "You wanna make other people happy 'cuz of you? Then take care of yourself," he suggested, trying to ignore just how hypocritical he was being as he said this.
"And besides, I just said we're calling this match off on account of blood. Never said we aren't ever gonna settle it, yeah?" he added cheerfully, "Although next time, less bleeding and more baking?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 2:56 am
Before was the second person who had told her that if she wanted to make people happy she needed to care better for herself. It sort of shamed Ofelia, more or less actually just making her a little annoyed. If she was thinking more clearly and not sulking she would have been happy that people cared enough to be angry with her inability to care for herself. He'd let her go to do something, then he was grabbing her again and pulling her along.
Ofelia wasn't used to be lead anywhere. She was used to being the one who did the leading.
"Oh, so ya still really think ya can beat me?" The Sunny allowed a hint of teasing to seep back into her voice, her moments of self-pity passing rather rapidly. "If ya wanted ta have'a chance ya should'a kept on while Ah was injured." Hopefully Before could tell she was teasing, seeing as she had a ridiculously large and stupid grin plastered onto her face. "But yeah, a rematch wit' bakin' not bleedin' sounds good ta me. Maybe sommin' not a mousse though."
Anything but a mousse.Huni Pi Okidokie! should we start it after your next post?
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 11:45 pm
His grave countenance lightened up a bit when he figured out that Ofelia was going along with him to get patched up. Good! "Careful Ofie, them's fighting words~" >3 Before smirked, "We can decide when next time rolls along. For now, let's make sure you don't lose a finger. 'Sides, I don't think it would make for a very wicked cool battle scar."Rown I can start the next one *w*
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