One | Action
[Action for housemates, neighbors are free to hear Hawkeye smack her Not!husband upside the head =3, later she's hitting the streets!]
-Morning-
[Riza Hawkeye was naturally an early riser. It was the nature of her work. Most of the time, she didn't even need an alarm; she woke just before the sun came up and was ready to go about her day. Today should have been nothing different, except when she woke up there was somebody in her room.
Correction: somebody in her bed.
She moved slowly, figuring she could get away with not disturbing the other person if she was quiet. Her hand groped for the nightstand where she always kept her loaded pistol--and came up empty. She sat upright, looking around the room. It only took a few seconds to process that this was definitely not her apartment. Instinct kicked in, and she kneed the stranger in the stomach and hitting him with a hard right hook before rolling off of the bed and away from his grip. On her feet, she grabbed at the side of her neck, memories flooding back to her. As the details starting coming together, she realized the last thing she remembered was a stark white hospital room and a pleasantly plump nurse telling her she'd be discharged the next day, Mustang telling her he could see but his gaze was blurry--what is going on? I was in the hospital. I wasn't healed. But here...
The man in the bed was one she definitely did not recognize, and she was in clothing she did not recognize--a nightgown? Really?--She gingerly checked the collar and cringed when it dipped at the back of her neck, and when she checked her hands just for the sake of, she realized she had both an engagement ring and a wedding band on her left ring finger. It was at this precise moment that all attempts are remaining calm fell apart. Across the room from where she was standing, there was a wedding photograph. That she was in. With that strange man she had no recollection of ever seeing before in her life. She had been trying to stay quiet since the man seemed to sleep like the dead, but this was the last straw. She crossed to his side of the bed, grabbed at the collar of his nightshirt, and pulled him up to face her.]
Who are you, and what the hell are you doing in my bed?!
-Midafternoon-
[Later, after some explanations, Hawkeye has gotten dressed in the highest-collared shirt she could find and taken to the streets to clear her mind. This was too much for her to process, and she needed the fresh air to clear her mind. So, if you happen to be wandering the streets you might find a quiet blonde wandering past your house, looking far too much like she's making a mental note of every single detail she comes across. Unless you stop her to introduce yourself, she won't be acknowledging you today.]
-Morning-
[Riza Hawkeye was naturally an early riser. It was the nature of her work. Most of the time, she didn't even need an alarm; she woke just before the sun came up and was ready to go about her day. Today should have been nothing different, except when she woke up there was somebody in her room.
Correction: somebody in her bed.
She moved slowly, figuring she could get away with not disturbing the other person if she was quiet. Her hand groped for the nightstand where she always kept her loaded pistol--and came up empty. She sat upright, looking around the room. It only took a few seconds to process that this was definitely not her apartment. Instinct kicked in, and she kneed the stranger in the stomach and hitting him with a hard right hook before rolling off of the bed and away from his grip. On her feet, she grabbed at the side of her neck, memories flooding back to her. As the details starting coming together, she realized the last thing she remembered was a stark white hospital room and a pleasantly plump nurse telling her she'd be discharged the next day, Mustang telling her he could see but his gaze was blurry--what is going on? I was in the hospital. I wasn't healed. But here...
The man in the bed was one she definitely did not recognize, and she was in clothing she did not recognize--a nightgown? Really?--She gingerly checked the collar and cringed when it dipped at the back of her neck, and when she checked her hands just for the sake of, she realized she had both an engagement ring and a wedding band on her left ring finger. It was at this precise moment that all attempts are remaining calm fell apart. Across the room from where she was standing, there was a wedding photograph. That she was in. With that strange man she had no recollection of ever seeing before in her life. She had been trying to stay quiet since the man seemed to sleep like the dead, but this was the last straw. She crossed to his side of the bed, grabbed at the collar of his nightshirt, and pulled him up to face her.]
Who are you, and what the hell are you doing in my bed?!
-Midafternoon-
[Later, after some explanations, Hawkeye has gotten dressed in the highest-collared shirt she could find and taken to the streets to clear her mind. This was too much for her to process, and she needed the fresh air to clear her mind. So, if you happen to be wandering the streets you might find a quiet blonde wandering past your house, looking far too much like she's making a mental note of every single detail she comes across. Unless you stop her to introduce yourself, she won't be acknowledging you today.]