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Who: Emilia Galmar, Steve Rogers
Where: Ground floor of F1
When: Monday of Mud Week
Summary: Captain America comes to the rescue! The mud puts up a good fight.
Rating: PG?
Warnings: Discussions of torture-inflicted injuries.
Emilia had been trying to avoid going out of her room as much as possible, but there were certain things a person couldn't do without. When her belly started grumbling she'd sighed, picked up her cane and headed out the door.
Had this been before Haven she'd have had no trouble at all. She'd always been active and steady on her feet, but that had all changed since the harpoon had hit her thigh. Her right leg was now untrustworthy, aching terribly and leaving her tired by exertion that wouldn't have given her pause previously. The cane helped, but this week it was more of a bane than an aid, unable to grip the floor through the mud
She made it into the hallway with no accidents, which was an improvement over yesterday.
"I might very well be learning." She murmured, cheered by the small achievement. She'd made a vow to herself to pay attention to the little victories in life, but it soon crumbled as she took a step and the cane flew to one side, sending her crashing to the ground.
"Fiddlesticks!" She thumped the mud with her fists, utterly frustrated. Was it too much to ask for a five minute walk without a mishap?
Where: Ground floor of F1
When: Monday of Mud Week
Summary: Captain America comes to the rescue! The mud puts up a good fight.
Rating: PG?
Warnings: Discussions of torture-inflicted injuries.
Emilia had been trying to avoid going out of her room as much as possible, but there were certain things a person couldn't do without. When her belly started grumbling she'd sighed, picked up her cane and headed out the door.
Had this been before Haven she'd have had no trouble at all. She'd always been active and steady on her feet, but that had all changed since the harpoon had hit her thigh. Her right leg was now untrustworthy, aching terribly and leaving her tired by exertion that wouldn't have given her pause previously. The cane helped, but this week it was more of a bane than an aid, unable to grip the floor through the mud
She made it into the hallway with no accidents, which was an improvement over yesterday.
"I might very well be learning." She murmured, cheered by the small achievement. She'd made a vow to herself to pay attention to the little victories in life, but it soon crumbled as she took a step and the cane flew to one side, sending her crashing to the ground.
"Fiddlesticks!" She thumped the mud with her fists, utterly frustrated. Was it too much to ask for a five minute walk without a mishap?