Tick, tick, tick, tick on the watch Who: Rufus and Gabby Where: University of Michigan campus When: after classes, around 3pm
Gabby had finally made it through the day. And the crappy part was that it was just the first day! How she was going to make it through the entire first part of the semester on crutches was beyond her. She would have some insanely strong arms, that was for damn sure. That, and she had the power to potentially injure and cripple the masses, seeing as she had so narrowly escaped tripping up poor Capri. Sweet girl, though. At least she had accepted her apology -- and been able to make Gabby smile, no less! The flame inside the elemental had been momentarily bolstered up long enough for her to get through the rest of her classes. Now that it was the end of the day though? Gabby just wanted to go home. It was not any kind of fair that the doctor had forbade her from driving her car until her injury was farther along in the healing process. At this rate, Gabby was going to have to find herself a master white witch -- or someone who could give her robot legs. She would take just about anything at this point. She took in a breath of air and let it out in a sigh as she settled herself on a bench inside the admin office building. When did her dad get off work, again? And why in the ever-loving fuck did it have to be raining? That really was the main reason why Gabby's mood was basically fucked.
As much as she teased him, right about now Gabby really missed Urist. He would have something happy to say, always helping her see the good side of things. And right about now, Gabby needed any kind of attention. Whatever affect the attention she'd gotten from Capri had had was long gone, and the fire elemental was borderline depressed. This year was not going to be easy at all, if today was any indication. Classes were nice, once she got to the damned things, that was. Well, so long as her leg did not act up and get all achy on her. It was pretty hard to concentrate once the pain level got to that point. Just remembering not to put weight on her foot was hard enough to do, but whenever she forgot, her fucking stitches were right there to remind her why she shouldn't use her injured leg. Gabby was in a sour mood, that was for sure. The only thing that would make her day any worse was if her dad got off late from work. Again. So, there she sat, alone and lonesome. Why did her dad need to work until five o'clock, again?