[THREAD] countdown to recovery running
Who: Shikamaru [ lazyish ] & Vargret [ ardeinae ]
Where: NG General Hospital, Terra ; Vargret's room
When: Early afternoon
Summary: Hospital visit from a brat to the police chief.
Rating: PG-13
Other: no
Brats. Stupid, immature, little things running around. And so goddamn many of them. What was this. This -- this vigilante game thing. Stupid kids. Sure they were doing good but this wasn't their place. Pffft.
-- and so on and so forth, Vargret rambled on to himself, watching the news with a raised eyebrow and eyes narrowed behind his shades. And goddamn, he was sick and tired of this hospital room -- too clean, too white, too boring, even with the visitors that dropped in once in a while. Not to mention, he grew itchy when off action for too long. Especially if it was some half-assed injury that was keeping him locked in. Pffft, they were almost healed, anyway.
Which was why he was seated at the edge of his bed, idly doing one-handed exercises with a light dumbell -- had to get that cracked arm back into shape. Three days until he was out, and damn if he wasn't going to hit the ground running. Too much work to be done. (Goddamn these bandages itched.)
Where: NG General Hospital, Terra ; Vargret's room
When: Early afternoon
Summary: Hospital visit from a brat to the police chief.
Rating: PG-13
Other: no
Brats. Stupid, immature, little things running around. And so goddamn many of them. What was this. This -- this vigilante game thing. Stupid kids. Sure they were doing good but this wasn't their place. Pffft.
-- and so on and so forth, Vargret rambled on to himself, watching the news with a raised eyebrow and eyes narrowed behind his shades. And goddamn, he was sick and tired of this hospital room -- too clean, too white, too boring, even with the visitors that dropped in once in a while. Not to mention, he grew itchy when off action for too long. Especially if it was some half-assed injury that was keeping him locked in. Pffft, they were almost healed, anyway.
Which was why he was seated at the edge of his bed, idly doing one-handed exercises with a light dumbell -- had to get that cracked arm back into shape. Three days until he was out, and damn if he wasn't going to hit the ground running. Too much work to be done. (Goddamn these bandages itched.)