Kade Gibney (feral_at_heart) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-04-04 19:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | mastermind, wild child |
I need you now
Who: Mastermind & Wild Child
When: Saturday April 4th, 1st tournament round
Where: Sand Pit Stands
What: Jason takes Gibs to see a fight, without telling him it's Violet's
Kyle grumbled and grunted, growled and groaned as he slowly made his way to the grand stands, Jason fussing and fretting at his side every step of the way. He was far less mummified than when he had left the island only a few days before, it was amazing the difference a bit of time could make when you had an accelerated healing factor. His ribs were still wrapped, but hidden under a blue button down shirt, which helped make him look a bit more civilized than he currently felt.
Crutches still supported most of his weight, his fingers no longer taped and splinted as those, at least, healed quickly. His left hand was still wrapped as those bones were taking a bit longer to heal, and he still had his leg wrapped, though at least now it was not a solid cast. His upper leg was tightly wrapped with a compression cast, a hinged splint covering his knee and lower leg again tightly wrapped to keep the bones from shifting. The outside of the cast had a few rather deep gouges from where the surgical scar had itched while healing and Gibney had simply lost control of himself. The pain in general was far less than it had been, and Jason's demanding he memorize poetry had helped distract him from the worst of it, regardless of if Kyle would admit to this or not.
Huffing, he at long last settled his aching body down beside a wall, leaning heavily against it as he carefully hauled his leg up and onto the seat beside him. This sucked, having to keep it elevated. He felt as if he couldn't move at all, and it was frustrating him to no end. He glanced to Jason once he was settled, raking a hand through his hair after his crutches had been safely leaned away. God, this whole ordeal took forever.
"So, who's up 'is round?" He asked as he leaned slightly froward to take in the Sand Pit below him. It was a nice day to watch the fights, at least, a bit humid for his taste, but when wasn't it humid here? He hufed and gave a small grumble before adding, "I still don' see why I couldn' fight 'is tournament..." It really was difficult to tell if the stubborn feral was joking or not.