Kade Gibney (feral_at_heart) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-04-17 21:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | mastermind, wild child |
Who: Wild Child & Mastermind
When: Friday, April 17th, Noon
Where: Jason's Manor
What: Wild Child is trying to recover and seems to have no luck
Kyle Gibney was not used to being injured. His healing factor allowed him not only accelerated healing, but also an incredible pain tolerance and speed. Because of this, the youth had always managed to get himself out of of a situation without being too badly hurt. Sure he had been sliced open more times than he could count, but flesh and muscle healed quickly, this number and severity of broken bones were new to him, and not at all a welcome change.
Hissing, the young man limped himself slowly toward the swimming pool, furry body clad in a pair of navy swim trunks. The bruising around his ribs had long ago faded, a bit of discoloration could be seen on his left thigh from the recent surgery to remove the pins that had been used to hold the bone beneath together. He truly was a mess. He had spent most of yesterday in the pool, swimming lap after lap in an attempt to work out the energy that had seemed to collect in his gangly limbs the past weeks. No longer was he going to be forced to lay still in misery, now he was at long last healthy enough to swim!
Carefully, he edged himself toward the pool, a crutch still under his left arm, as he was still to avoid putting weight on his leg. Broken bones, what a pain. A faint, annoyed grumble left him as he shifted toward the lip of the pool, a clawed hand reaching for the railing to help ease himself into the water. That was when it happened. Before the whelp knew just what was going on, the rubber tip on the crutch caught on a wet, slick patch of concrete and went skidding off far to the left. Blue eyes shot wide as the feral found himself off balance, his still-battered body dropping quickly toward the ground.
A snarl of surprise left parted lips as his right hand clamped tightly around the metal railing, that jerking his body back to the right, but also pulled his one good foot forward. Next thing Wild Child knew, the lower half of his body was in the water, his upper half still dry and clinging to the railing, and right in the middle, his still not fully mended ribs had collided very firmly with the side of the pool. The pain was tremendous, shooting sharp and hot up and down his side, causing his temples to pound and his knees to go weak. His hands remained gripped tightly to the hand rail, refusing to let go, yet he could not bring himself to haul himself up and out of the pool. So he remained, hanging in a blindingly painful purgatory, he wondering somewhere far back in his mind, how long it would take for his sounds of pain to be noticed.