Memory 005: backtracked to 17th July

[forgotten_titan]

Action: Around town

After this, Terra is limping back to her house. Every step brings forth a wince and there is a giant bruise on her right arm where she had fallen on. Eventually she leans on a lamp post to rest and catch her breath, her left arm wrapped around her middle. Stop and help?

Action: 625 Topper Street

Somehow or another she made it back to her home. Tip-toeing through the living room, she's about to make it to the staircase when a stab of pain up her side causes her to stumble, one hand accidentally knocking a nearby photoframe down onto the ground with a crash.

Comments

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Unfortunately for Terra Sniper is actually inside the house rather than on top of it as is the norm for him. Mostly because he needed another beer.

The crash unsettles him and he rounds the corner, knife drawn, in case zombies, cannibals, aliens or some combination of the three are invading his house. But it's just one of those people he lives with who are supposed to be his children.

He grunts, tucking the knife back into his belt and eying her posture.*

You alroight there?

[forgotten_titan]

[Sniper walks in on her scrambling to get the picture back up on the table. She freezes when he appears, her eyes on the knife. While he has never outright threatened her before, he is still a mercenary, and in her experience this means he is also a murderer. He entire body is tense, relaxing only slightly when he tucks the knife away. Another twinge of pain and she grabs her right arm, wincing.]

Y-yeah. I'm fine. I just...fell.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Yeah. I see that.

What'd ya do?

[forgotten_titan]

Umm, I just went to the, err...the grocery, that's right! And I wasn't looking, so I tripped and fell. Twice. No, I mean, three times.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Uh-huh. Sure ya did. Yer just that klutzy.

*He reaches out for her injured arm,*

[forgotten_titan]

[She takes a step back away from him. It's injured and she doesn't want him touching the bruise.]

Yeah, that's me! Really klutzy. Like, serious, I think I get the award for being the klutziest girl in town.

[Insert fake laugh here.]

So, umm, I'll just, go to bed and sleep it off, huh?

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He's so onto you. He crosses his arms and looks stern. Which isn't much different than how he normally looks.*

Sure ya are.

Is it broken?

[forgotten_titan]

N-No, it's ok! Really, I'm fine. See?

[She tries to wave her right arm, only to find that too much movement causes her pain.]

Ow-...I mean, umm...I'll be ok tomorrow.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Or it'll heal crooked and you'll have t' 'ave someone else open jars for you fer th' rest of your life.

Lemme see.

[forgotten_titan]

[Welp, she tried. Plus, she'd like to keep her arm working, thanks. So reluctantly, she lets him see it.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

So when ya ... fell what'd you hit?

*Meaning what hit her. He's not stupid, he's onto you. It doesn't look broken, but he's not a medic.*

[forgotten_titan]

The ground.

[bye_to_yer_head]

I know th' ground. I meant was it cement, grass, carpet? What'd ya fall on?

*Without asking permission he takes her arm in his hands, tilting it slightly and peering at the bruise.*

[forgotten_titan]

Umm, grass I guess? But there was a rock...

[She tenses, but lets him observe her arm without resisting.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

Well it don't look broken. If you can move all yer fingers you're probably okay. You should put some ice on it though.

[forgotten_titan]

Ice, right. OK.

...did they have icepacks in the 1950s?

[bye_to_yer_head]

Yeah, but I dunno if you could just go in a store and get 'em. We got something that works jus' as well though.

*He heads into the kitchen and tosses a package of frozen peas at her.*

Cheaper too.

[forgotten_titan]

[She tries to catch the peas with one hand, but the bag slips through her fingers and lands right on top of her foot.

The score is now Terra 0, injuries 4 as she hops around one foot, yelling at the bag of peas and hating her life at this point.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Congratulations Terra, witness one Sniper actually laughing. It's pretty rare, enjoy it while you can.*

Sorry mate.

*He retrieves the peas from the floor and hands it over.*

[forgotten_titan]

[She just glares at him before grudgingly taking the cold peas from him and stalking away. Gingerly placing the cold packet on the bruise, she winces at the sudden icy contact before she takes to muttering to herself.]

You wouldn't find this funny if you got beat up by a crazy lady in pink at the park.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He snickers some more. He can't help it. But having retrieved his beer, his real reason for coming in the house, he's back on the roof and making more arrows. His life is a non-stop whirlwind of action.*

[forgotten_titan]

[Around ten minutes later, there's a knock on the window closest to him. Terra pulls the window sill down and leans out carefully.]

...h-hey. I've got a question.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He nods politely, a little bit surprised she's talking to him willingly.*

Yeah?

[forgotten_titan]

[She's even more surprised that he agreed.]

You...don't like the drones right?

[bye_to_yer_head]

Nah. Creep me out. Freaky lil buggers.

Why do ya ask?