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Day: 38
Characters: Nami [namigator], Miles Edgeworth [mentis_reae]
Summary: Checking up on the sourpuss. Nami needs to get out and hide a bit anyhow, so why not pretend it’s to check on the wounded? Well… not pretend…
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Day/open rec
Status: Closed/Incomplete
While she spoke with Edgeworth she gathered up two rolls of bandages that she had managed to squirrel away for later herself, as well as two of her flat spare bandages that she had no need for now. Tucking those together she grabbed a strip of the blue cloth she had been washing and reusing to splint her fingers together, and a few pages of her maps she was working on. In case things go badly with Edgeworth, she can at least wander about somewhere else and work on her maps, right?
Not that anyone would be happy about that. Her wandering that is. Everyone was up in arms about matt’s murder, and really she could understand the fear of it, but right now the last place she wanted to be, alone, was her cell. At least not right now. Maybe she over reacted last night when he came in. Maybe she didn’t have to run and fight a bit to get out? He just sat there and talked. And talked. And…
She shuddered, pausing at her door before leaving, hearing Edge say ‘what’? She Hmm’ed at him, lost in thought. Her hands holding what she was taking, she paused at the door, peeking around the edge. It was nice to know Anubis was next door, which meant she would also hear from Naruto more, but to know Shira was there too bothered her. His wandering eye had been a bit… um… well…
Nami didn’t want to think about it. Slipping from her cell she darted down the hall, glancing back to see no one around and then onward. Her trip was short and fast, bringing her to cell 13 easily. Doors were open, and no one was really out and about. Taking a breath, she stood up taller, drew her shoulders back, and ignored the little voice in her head that was saying this was really stupid, and that she shouldn’t be bothering him.
It was the other voice, the one that was still a bit scared to be alone anyhow, that pushed her on to knocking at his cell door. Peeking around the corner of the partly opened door she said in a small voice. “Anyone home?” and mentally readied herself for him to be really bitchy that she had bothered to show up at all, or that she came on her own when there was a murderer around, or that she was being a nuisance or something. It was better then sitting in her cell alone, damn it.
Characters: Nami [namigator], Miles Edgeworth [mentis_reae]
Summary: Checking up on the sourpuss. Nami needs to get out and hide a bit anyhow, so why not pretend it’s to check on the wounded? Well… not pretend…
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Day/open rec
Status: Closed/Incomplete
While she spoke with Edgeworth she gathered up two rolls of bandages that she had managed to squirrel away for later herself, as well as two of her flat spare bandages that she had no need for now. Tucking those together she grabbed a strip of the blue cloth she had been washing and reusing to splint her fingers together, and a few pages of her maps she was working on. In case things go badly with Edgeworth, she can at least wander about somewhere else and work on her maps, right?
Not that anyone would be happy about that. Her wandering that is. Everyone was up in arms about matt’s murder, and really she could understand the fear of it, but right now the last place she wanted to be, alone, was her cell. At least not right now. Maybe she over reacted last night when he came in. Maybe she didn’t have to run and fight a bit to get out? He just sat there and talked. And talked. And…
She shuddered, pausing at her door before leaving, hearing Edge say ‘what’? She Hmm’ed at him, lost in thought. Her hands holding what she was taking, she paused at the door, peeking around the edge. It was nice to know Anubis was next door, which meant she would also hear from Naruto more, but to know Shira was there too bothered her. His wandering eye had been a bit… um… well…
Nami didn’t want to think about it. Slipping from her cell she darted down the hall, glancing back to see no one around and then onward. Her trip was short and fast, bringing her to cell 13 easily. Doors were open, and no one was really out and about. Taking a breath, she stood up taller, drew her shoulders back, and ignored the little voice in her head that was saying this was really stupid, and that she shouldn’t be bothering him.
It was the other voice, the one that was still a bit scared to be alone anyhow, that pushed her on to knocking at his cell door. Peeking around the corner of the partly opened door she said in a small voice. “Anyone home?” and mentally readied herself for him to be really bitchy that she had bothered to show up at all, or that she came on her own when there was a murderer around, or that she was being a nuisance or something. It was better then sitting in her cell alone, damn it.