Parker Ramsey, Speed Racer, (hereshecomes) wrote in repose, @ 2016-08-12 07:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, atticus mcvickers, matt devlin, pj ramsey |
B&B - Matt, PJ, and Atticus
Who: PJ, Matt and Atticus
Where: PJ's room at the B&B
What: Post-Full Moon Chillaxin
When: A couple of days after the full moon - backdated
Warnings: Nah probs not
[The morning after the full moon PJ had changed back, as expected. The night hadn't gone as badly as she'd thought it would. She didn't try and eat anyone, she had been in a lot of pain, but for the most part she just hadn't wanted to be alone. She needed to give herself a little more credit, apparently. The not wanting to be alone wasn't just something that bled over into her human days, it was just a fact of life it seemed. And it seemed that two legged companions were good enough for the wolf.
But the morning after, she was back to her own two legged form, she was still injured, still not feeling well, and as per usual - exhausted. Even though she hadn't done much. The amount of energy the change took was substantial. And being injured, she didn't have a lot of that to spare. So she'd slept. A lot. At some point she remembered waking up and finding herself in her bed at the B&B, fresh bandages on her hand, fresh splint in place, Matt crashed on the couch in her sitting room, and she'd gone right back to sleep almost immediately.
She woke up every now and again for pain killers and sips of water. But this particular morning her stomach woke her up. Fuck she was starving. That had to be a good sign. She forced herself back up out of bed, sore, so sore, and went into the bathroom. She almost screamed when she saw herself. And not because she was the prettiest and most charming thing. Her hair was everywhere. She had a disgusting taste in her mouth that matched the disgusting dirty feeling on the bottom of her feet, and it occurred to her that while somewhere along the way she'd either gotten dressed or been dressed - it wasn't likely anyone had the good sense to tell her to take a shower. Or hosed her down while she was sleeping.
She poked her head out of the bathroom - Matt was still there (shockingly and politely, and she appreciated it) - so if she slipped and fell in the shower, she could scream, and he would rescue her, and all would be fine. So she made the terrible decision to take a shower. It was awkward, and painful, and she tried to keep her bandages dry (to no avail). But it felt good, even if she did wash her hair with one hand, and did nearly fall twice. And by the time she got out she had no hope of putting all that hair up one handed, so it just hung there making her shirt wet all the way down her back once she got dressed. She didn't care. She was clean. Squeakily so.
She brushed her teeth three times.
Then she had to sit down on the edge of her bed because she was feeling like straight up garbage by the time she had put forth all the effort to get clean, brushed, and into new pajamas. She was taking deep breaths and trying not to hurl. She was hungry, and nauseous all at once. It was awesome.]