Bethany Richards (hard_edge) wrote in free_form2, @ 2008-05-14 18:47:00 |
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Current mood: | tired |
Recovery
[[Non Journal Entry]]
After escaping the bar and the fucked up ambush by the inept government Bethany wound up in alley, losing most and practically all of her stomach contents. Apparently the tear gas hadn’t agreed with her the moment she’d hit fresh air.
She slumped back against the nearby wall and lifted a very bruised hand to her mouth, wiping away traces of vomit before she coughed, feeling her eyes burning. She was still for a moment before she pushed away from the wall and straightened up slowly.
Bethany was well aware that the cut on her eyebrow would blossom into a black eye and she could feel a cut in her lower lip, she must have caught it when she had been busy slaughtering whoever stood in her way.
Things were not helped by the fact she was a little dizzy and somewhat disorientated. Slayer or no Slayer, she was still vulnerable to things, like concussion for example. Apparently the guy had had a harder head than she’d given him credit for.
Her eyes were streaming, not because of any emotional outburst, but because they were still suffering from the after effects of the gas that she’d spent far too long in the middle of.
The knife still clasped in her hand was spun across her palm and eased back into the thigh sheath. There was no more need for it unless somebody was stupid enough to try and take her on now. Hopefully they wouldn’t. She was lacking in mercy today.
Bethany reached up and caught a hold of the black ribbon, loosening it and letting it catch in the cool night breeze before she merely shook out her blonde hair, it was time to lose herself and be lost to the darkness.
And then she could make plans.