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Battlescars [Closed]

Jul 25, 2009 19:01

Characters: Kevin Ryman and Aya Brea
Content: Two beat up people get together for a few drinks
Location: Aya's apartment
Time of Day: Evening
Warnings: Well, it's Kevin. 90% of everything he says is not suitable for children.

( It's a Date. Sort of. )

aya brea, kevin ryman

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acrossthememory July 26 2009, 00:15:49 UTC

While Aya could walk, she knew she wasn’t going to be winning races anytime soon. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been forced to use a crutch.

Physical therapy also wasn’t a new concept to her. After the car accident when she was five, she’d endured a few years of therapy as well as other forms of treatment to get her back on her feet again. Not to mention having her sister’s cornea transferred into her eye not long after the car accident, which required post-surgical medication and treatment as well.

Thankfully, most childhood traumas had been lost to the prospect of time. Some things, however, she couldn’t easily forget.

Aya struggled onto her feet as she grabbed the crutch. Her ankle, still bandaged, burned like hell, as did most of her body. It hurt to breathe. The scars in her chest weren’t considered an improvement by any stretch; they were left from the gashes when a demon of all things had thought it’d be a grand good time to make a human pin-cushion out of both her and Ashe. The bandages wrapped around her ( ... )

nevermadestars July 26 2009, 00:40:53 UTC

Yes, he face was mush, but not even that could stop him from smilin. "Pfft! What are you talkin about? Chicks dig scars. They're the mark of a true warriror."

He raised up one of the bottles of wine.

"Care for a drink?"

acrossthememory July 26 2009, 01:06:15 UTC

She figured that Kevin was probably as enthused to talk about his injuries as much as Aya was. And that wasn’t saying a whole lot. Her eye shifted down to the bottles ( ... )

nevermadestars July 26 2009, 02:59:03 UTC

There was a low whistle from Kevin once he got a good look at Aya's injuries. For one of the few times in his life he restrained his mouth, though, and didn't comment further.

"Yeah, she and Sherry are two little blonde peas in a pod. It's good they got each other."

Kevin stepped inside and took a look around, mostly checking for a place to set the bottles down.

"So who's got you?"

She may have been in need a few drinks, but she probably was in need of a friend or two too.

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