adevalokidottir replied to your post: mabye you should just start something
Today was not one of Marie’s better nights. Letting the things on her mind cloud her judgement, resulting in her getting shot in the ribs and a dislocated shoulder. She groaned around her cigarette as she walked down the alleyway.
A groan accompanied the sense of Deva’s presence below. “Hey!” Summer called down, and then she processed the edge of pain on the frustration. “Well, hell,” she grumbled, untangling herself and going back inside the flat. Rummaging in the liquor cabinet, she set out a few bottles, then dragged out the big first aid kit.
She jumped up the fire escape and walked inside, not paying Summer much attention as she hopped up onto the counter, her right arm hanging limply at her side, the cigarette in her mouth nearly gone. She just was not having a great day, and to top it off she was missing people, which just fucked with her head while on missions. Turning slightly she watched Summer with a blank stare.
“Show me where you’re hurt. And pick one of those bottles,” Summer ordered. “I can suppress the pain, but I’m not holding that on you for long; it’s bad for the reflexes.” Putting a hand on the dislocated shoulder, she closed her eyes, frowning her way through the pan and tensed muscles. “Explain to me why you’re doing this again?”
She reached over and grabbed the bottle of gin, quickly getting rid of the top and taking a long drink. ”Because I can’t do anything else. I am good at killing things and good at being a shadow, nothing more.” She said looking at her arm and sighing.
“We’ll have to work on that, then. Hold still!” Summer pushed Deva back against the cabinets and jerked the right arm forward quickly. There was a satisfying pop as the bone resocketed. “What about armour?”