Out, today

[genial_umbrella]

By the pool, there is a girl in a wheelchair, two legs in a cast, one arm in a sling.  She is reading a book under a tree, taking in the sun.   The blond and athletic boy her age, (they are both eighteen) who is doing laps in the swimming pool occasionally stops, looks over to her, shouts a "You still okay, Genie?" before she nods from her book and

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[savemesaveworld]

Claire's been feeling a bit antisocial lately, but damned if Sylar's appearance isn't keeping her busy. She's been sticking close to Bruce Wayne and leeching weapons off of him (in between pestering him for extra training sessions), and a respite with the other kids might be just what she needs. So here she is, heading toward the pool with a bikini and sunglasses.

"Hey, guys," she says, laying her towel out about equidistant from Genevieve and the pool so she can talk to both of them. Claire flashes Zhane a grin before giving Genie a sympathetic wince. "Are you feeling any better?"

[genial_umbrella]

Zhane grins back, he's at the other end of the pool, but he might be swimming a bit faster to come back closer to the girls.

"Oh, hello, Claire." Genevieve puts down her book. "It's been a long time." She deliberately avoids answering the question: there is no truly good answer to it, since she has less pain, but she's also tired of being immobilized.

And well. Her legs are itchy. It's annoying.

T: I'll be alternating puppets, so just keep tagging in between my tags, if you don't mind? This way you'll still be getting notifs.

[savemesaveworld]

"Yeah," Claire echoes, leaning back as she settles down. "It really has." Had it really only been two weeks since her-- and she hesitates to think the term-- nemesis showed up? "Want some help with that?"

She gives Zhane a little smile. "Having fun?" she asks, tilting her head.

[zhany_silver]

Zhane arrives with a speedy and energetic crawl and settles his chin on his hands. It takes him a moment to get his breath back. "Hm, you know. I enjoy the workout." He eyes Claire, and adds, "And the view."

Genevieve, on the other hand, reaches for her ruler and starts to slither it between her skin and the cast with her free hand. Itchy is itchy.

She's uncommonly quiet.

[savemesaveworld]

Claire laughs and hugs her knees to her chest. "I'll bet. Is this how you've been keeping busy lately?"

The ruler-proddage gets her attention back on Genie, and she tilts her head. "Are you sure you're all right?"

[genial_umbrella]

Zhane opens his mouth to answer, then shuts up when it's covered with Claire's interjection to Genevieve.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Genevieve stops with the scratching, visibly embarassed.

[savemesaveworld]

"Why?" Claire asks. "Does it still hurt?" That's polite to ask, right? She's been a little fuzzy on other people's pain thresholds since hers has disappeared entirely. A little more quietly, she adds, "Do you want help?" She leans back and glances at Zhane, offering him a small smile.

[zhany_silver]

Zhane smiles back, and pulls himself out of the water completely, maybe splashing Clare some in the process.

"She needs it, but she won't ask," he says bluntly.

Genevieve is over there, blushing ridiculously.