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damned_institute2008-07-14 03:13 am
diamondstorm) wrote in damned_institute2008-07-14 03:13 am
Nightshift 33: Greenhouse Yard
[from here]
With the door shut and Toph safe for the moment, Renamon allowed herself to think again. Her body would be feeling the pain soon, as soon as she calmed down, and she needed to search the outside before it set in. She didn't see anything, but she was learning that meant nothing. And then she realized she didn't need her flashlight.
Renamon stepped further out into the night. She was instantly more relaxed. Outside in the night? She was in her natural element. She wasn't confined in a dark place with walls that felt like death. She was outside, at night, when she was the most powerful. Well, when she was a Digimon.
At that second the pain decided to set in, and she breathed in sharply. That was it. She wouldn't wear the sweatshirt anymore, not if it got caught on things and got her hurt like this. She gently peeled it off, then examined what she could of her wound. It was long and diagonal, nearly the length of her upper arm, and seemed deep. She couldn't see the bone, but it was bleeding freely. An inch, maybe. She wasn't good at determining things like this. She balled up the sweatshirt and held it to the wound tightly.
Once all that was completed, then she looked around more thoroughly.
With the door shut and Toph safe for the moment, Renamon allowed herself to think again. Her body would be feeling the pain soon, as soon as she calmed down, and she needed to search the outside before it set in. She didn't see anything, but she was learning that meant nothing. And then she realized she didn't need her flashlight.
Renamon stepped further out into the night. She was instantly more relaxed. Outside in the night? She was in her natural element. She wasn't confined in a dark place with walls that felt like death. She was outside, at night, when she was the most powerful. Well, when she was a Digimon.
At that second the pain decided to set in, and she breathed in sharply. That was it. She wouldn't wear the sweatshirt anymore, not if it got caught on things and got her hurt like this. She gently peeled it off, then examined what she could of her wound. It was long and diagonal, nearly the length of her upper arm, and seemed deep. She couldn't see the bone, but it was bleeding freely. An inch, maybe. She wasn't good at determining things like this. She balled up the sweatshirt and held it to the wound tightly.
Once all that was completed, then she looked around more thoroughly.
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"Sure," he said, readying himself to give Omi and leg up.
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They really were in the middle of nowhere. That... made things considerably more difficult.
On the other hand, the immediate vicinity looked safe enough. Certainly safer than being a sitting duck on top of a wall. "Looks clear." He tossed a grin down at Yohji as he flicked the flashlight off and gathered himself on top of the wall. "Catch you on the other side, Yohji-kun."
And he dropped down outside the wall.
((to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/412864.html)))
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[Following Omi the great beyond!!]