Hemingway. (ernestoic) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-08-30 17:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, ~julie stark |
Who? Ernest & OPEN
Where? Near the beach
When? This afternoon
What? Ernest is bored
Status? Open, ongoing.
Rating? TBD
Ernest was bored. He hated being injured, even if he was quite used to it by now. Since being injured in the war, Ernest could hardly count the number of times he'd found himself a little broken. From shattered bones to stitches to concussions, he'd had countless bodily injuries. But he was from a time where medicine wasn't quite so advanced, and he'd generally patched himself up when he could. This was different. This was slow and dull, and it wasn't the doctors fault. A bull horn through the thigh tended to cause some problems. Hell, at least there was no nerve damage.
But he couldn't sit still anymore. So, he'd grabbed his crutches - not the wheelchair, he felt like a damn fool in the wheelchair- and he'd started to hobble about town, without much of a plan as to where he was going.
Fishing would be good, but he could hardly carry the equipment.
Still, he headed down toward the beach, and then he encountered a problem. Sand and crutches weren't going to mix. He huffed slightly, and then carefully dragged himself to a nearby wall, leaning his weight against it as he looked out at the sea with a sort of longing.