Heather Lisinski (irradiated_ants) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2011-04-28 22:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | heather lisinski, tony dinozzo |
Who: Tony and Heather
When: Post dated two days after the plot, start at bedtime.
Where: Cabin 002 room C
What: It was time to face the awkward.
Rating: TBD
Status: In progress
It had come to the point that Heather could't avoid him anymore. She couldn't avoid the problem anymore, though she wasn't entirely sure what the problem was. And it wasn't exactly as if she was truly avoiding him. It was more to the fact that she was working her tail off, to the point that she was on the verge of hurting herself if she didn't get any sleep, to get everything back in order. Clean up first, before before many repairs.
She hadn't slept the since the day before the storm. She hadn't even seen the inside of their bedroom, since the single window they had hadn't broken there was no point in it. It showed. She hadn't made it to the basement. Heather half wondered if he was pissed about that. She'd managed to seek shelter in the grocery. The downside of doing that is the windows in the front had been blown out, and so a few cuts were par for the course.
Heather stood in their bathroom, having just finished with a much needed, and a very appreciated hot shower. Before the mirror she surveyed the damage. There was a small cut on her right cheek, she wasn't quite sure how it had got there, or when, nor did she know where the gash that ran through her eyebrow to end on her cheek on the left side. She had known to duck and cover. The backs of her arms showed that, where she sustained most the damage, she had to spend thirty minutes pulling the shards of glass out before she could even start working on clean up. The cuts didn't hurt so much, as she brushed her wet hair back into a loose pony tail.
There was no doubt she'd been without sleep, though, the skin under her eyes was nearly black. Applied a little lotion to her hands and soothed it over her arms, before she started dancing around. "Ow! Shit shit shit!" Something in the skin toner she used caused the cuts to sting. A little frustrated at her stupidity, she slammed her hand over the light switch. She'd had enough self abuse for one day.
She was ready for bed, dressed in a dark blue teeshirt, that sported the Kansas state logo, that reached just past her knees. She cast Tony a glance from beneath her lashes, as she moved to her side of the bed. Did she just get in? Or did she stand there and wait for this proverbial storm?