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abraxaslogs2022-09-26 12:01 am
waywardsister) wrote in abraxaslogs2022-09-26 12:01 am
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[closed] the kids aren't alright
WHO: Claire Novak & Sam Wilson
WHEN: September 23rd, 'cause we're mean like that
WHERE: Libertas, post-attack
WHAT: Some trouble with the relief efforts
WARNINGS: Minor injuries, mentions of war, violence, death, other will be added as necessary
[ So, here's the thing... sometimes you just gotta take an elbow to the face in order to properly wake up again.
And here's how that happens:
Claire's exhausted. She's thrown herself into the relief efforts without a clue what she's doing, but with a lot of stubborn determination. Say what you will about catastrophe, they have a way of knocking you loose from the self-pitying and self-defeating grief spiral a girl can get stuck in, as you do. Give yourself a less obviously self-destructive thing to throw yourself into with everything you have and then some. 'cause being a hunter was never just about wanting to tussle with monsters and get her face bashed in. She got that out of her system quick enough. Nah, it was about saving people. So, here she is. Trying to help save people.
And a while into this, she feels dead on her feet. When adrenaline has long worn off and the lack of enough sleep is dragging her down. She's kneeling on the street to double check her supplies, first aid kit sat down next to her while Claire digs through her pack to make sure she's got everything she needs for the day ahead. When a small, dirty shape sprints past and grabs the first aid kit, she reaches out with a sharp 'HEY' on pure instinct, tries to grab what turns out to be some poor child by the sleeve, and gets a bony elbow in the face in retaliation.
The kids scampers away while Claire presses a hand to her bloody face, cussing up a storm under her breathe and waiting until she's not seeing stars anymore. Pushing to her feet and wiping the blood into her sleeve, she spots Sam - not the first time she's seen him, dude's pretty well known and all that after all. So naturally, Claire's instinct is to glare. ]
Don't. Laugh.
WHEN: September 23rd, 'cause we're mean like that
WHERE: Libertas, post-attack
WHAT: Some trouble with the relief efforts
WARNINGS: Minor injuries, mentions of war, violence, death, other will be added as necessary
[ So, here's the thing... sometimes you just gotta take an elbow to the face in order to properly wake up again.
And here's how that happens:
Claire's exhausted. She's thrown herself into the relief efforts without a clue what she's doing, but with a lot of stubborn determination. Say what you will about catastrophe, they have a way of knocking you loose from the self-pitying and self-defeating grief spiral a girl can get stuck in, as you do. Give yourself a less obviously self-destructive thing to throw yourself into with everything you have and then some. 'cause being a hunter was never just about wanting to tussle with monsters and get her face bashed in. She got that out of her system quick enough. Nah, it was about saving people. So, here she is. Trying to help save people.
And a while into this, she feels dead on her feet. When adrenaline has long worn off and the lack of enough sleep is dragging her down. She's kneeling on the street to double check her supplies, first aid kit sat down next to her while Claire digs through her pack to make sure she's got everything she needs for the day ahead. When a small, dirty shape sprints past and grabs the first aid kit, she reaches out with a sharp 'HEY' on pure instinct, tries to grab what turns out to be some poor child by the sleeve, and gets a bony elbow in the face in retaliation.
The kids scampers away while Claire presses a hand to her bloody face, cussing up a storm under her breathe and waiting until she's not seeing stars anymore. Pushing to her feet and wiping the blood into her sleeve, she spots Sam - not the first time she's seen him, dude's pretty well known and all that after all. So naturally, Claire's instinct is to glare. ]
Don't. Laugh.