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 Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 1:03 pm
[ clerise is entering ]
Standing right outside the entrance to the resting tent, Clerise shook herself off like a wet dog, sending snow flying in every which way. Literally skipping inside, she tried valiantly to suppress some giggles and miserably failed.
She just had to see if Rep was still here, because ohh my god she had NEWS to share! So much good news! Clerise wasn't going to die and Balthazar wasn't awful and--
Upon arriving at where Rep had set up camp previously, Clerise cocked her head.
And then she grinned. Apparently, he really HAD worked out any drama with the other two boys, given how he was spooning one of em, and THAT one was spooning the other. It was one big happy cuddle puddle.
Of course.
She took pictures.
Several. Giggling all the while behind a hand.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 1:15 pm
[ enter ]
She made her way into the resting tent and looked around - there were not many people around and well, Ofelia didn't blame them.
And then she saw Clerise and the man pile. They all looked busy and there were giggles so Ofelia didn't need to bother them. She needed to get something together so she could go out on the mission and see if she was going to be useful at all to anyone. She hadn't been for the last two battles, maybe her wounds were going to get her killed after all.
Rue enjoyed that thought, and Ofelia semi-limped her way over into grabbing supplies. She'd get what she needed and get out, not bothering those who didn't need to be hassled by her.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 5:46 pm
Clerise pulled back from the trio, smiling down at them. She leaned over to ruffle Rep's hair just a bit, pulling back. A familiar red-headed girl was limping around, and well, that was just no good.
"Oi," she called to Ofelia, heading her way, figuring that she should probably grab some more supplies herself. "You alright there, girly? You look kinda rough."
More bandages would fix everything. Surely, that was how the world worked.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 6:52 pm
Rough was putting it sort of mildly for how Ofelia looked, but she was glad none the less for the conversation being sent her way. A grin spread across her face, coupled with a wince, and the sun hunter hobbled over to Clerise. "Jus' had a nasty run-in wit' some kinda fish thing. Tentacle? Ah dunno." She grinned again and traced her finger across the red stain that decorated her shirt. "An' yerself? How ya holdin' up?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 9:51 pm
[Entering]
Food. Sasha was starving, and when they returned from their mission she beelined towards the MREs. She browsed through them briefly before choosing one. After taking a few moments to set it up, Sasha allowed it to cook while she prepared herself a mug of tea.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 10:06 pm
After eating her fill and drinking a few hot mugs of tea, Sasha cleaned up after herself and made her way from the tent. It was probably the best time to write up her mission report while her recollection of it was still fresh.
[Exiting!]
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 2:24 am
[ENTER]
Instead of heading to the infirmary he decided to go to the resting tent after his day out in the snow, cold and ice. He moved to empty cot not caring if it had been claimed by someone else or not and then did a nice little face plant and passed out for a time.
People could naturally poke him but it isn't certain if he'd respond right away or not.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 9:53 am
[entering]
Right, so. Everyone was penguins. Penguins.
...Penguins.
Sasha made a note to stay away from wherever people were being penguinified. No way, no how.
After spending a few brief moments rifling through the MREs and other assorted whatnots, Sasha left the tent clutching three shiny cans of sardines to her chest.
[exiting]
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 10:23 am
That would make two of them in terrible shape; Clerise's face and shoulder were covered in ribbonlike scars, still healing over. The Sahara and all its sand had not done wonders for them, not in the slightest. "Well that's unfortunate. You sit down, missy, before you fall down." Clerise gingerly led Ofelia to a cot if she was willing, producing some bandages she'd swiped from the infirmary. "Let me fix you up, eh? Least I can do, from one busted up b***h to another." "So tell me about this fishy thing?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 12:11 pm
"Uhhh....it had suckers, so...well, Ah dunno. It nearly killed me but Ah managed ta attack it back down b'neat' the ice." Ofelia let herself get sat down and she lifted up her shirt, the pale blue now a weird dark purple in most areas. "Maybe it belonged ta a giant monster octopus or sommin' 'cause the FEAR thingy was all kinds'a screamin' on mah arm." Ofelia was doing her best not to stare at poor Clerise's face but her lack of tact was infamous and she reached a finger up and gently touched a scar. To Ofelia scars were beautiful and the one on her chest was going to be no exception. At least now she had a fellow red-head with marks on their cheeks.
"The fishy didn' do this biggin' wound ta me, it was from....uh...sommin' else." Ofelia was shitty at lying.
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