Samantha Cotes (feralprincess) wrote in willowbrookrpg, @ 2014-01-18 15:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, day: november 08, player: callie, player: erica, rebecca cotes, samantha cotes |
WHO: Samantha and Rebecca Cotes
WHEN: November 8th. After 4pm.
WHERE: Sam's apartment.
WHAT: Becca is feeling a bit jealous and Sam is doing sisterly duty by comforting/distracting her. Plus being a slug because she's still recovering >_>
RATING: Medium for possible swearing?
STATUS: Closed/Incomplete
Sam had not been kidding when she said she hadn't moved in twenty four hours. Kyle might have healed her so that she wasn't in danger of dying, but there was still lingering weakness and internal damage that had to fix itself on its own. She was sure he probably could have, and would have, fixed that too if she had let him. Sam refused to let him kill himself for her. It was bad enough that he'd passed out from near exhaustion and she had thought for a few terrifying seconds that he was dead. Even though it had been a Syndicate member that had hurt her, she felt like she was the one responsible for dragging Kyle into that mess. Everything always had to be her fault, really. She wasn't the type of person to blame others for her problems or decisions. Every mistake Sam made was her own. She might be a lot of things, but she owned it when she was in the wrong.
She just had a bad habit of thinking she was wrong a lot.
Ignoring those self-deprecating thoughts that didn't coincide with her normal confidence, she instead prepared for Becca's arrival. There was wine in her apartment, of course, but she also had hard stuff too. Her sister didn't drink often, so Sam wasn't sure what she would want to drink. She paid no mind to the messy ponytail her hair was pulled into quickly, or the fact that she was still wearing a pair of athletic shorts and a tank top. Almost all the bruises were gone, save for a few along her arms (particularly around her wrists) and along her lower and upper back. Kyle had been so caught up in knitting back together her abdomen and fixing her bones that some of the other stuff had gone unnoticed. Like her eye and forehead, which Sam had refused to let him rectify once they got back to the hotel. He hadn't been happy with that, but then again, there was a lot for them not to be happy about that night.
Hearing the knock on the door, Sam rolled her head towards the door, finding it suddenly impossible for her to stand up again. Making sure there was stuff to drink had been about all she could manage. "It's open!" she called instead of moving, knowing Becca would hear her.