Mercy [Not Your Average Coyote] (prairiesongbird) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-06-29 15:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | adam hauptman, mercedes thompson |
Who: Mercy & Adam Hauptman
When: after this
what Sparring, training
Where: the yard
Rating: TBD but probably not too high
Mercy loved sparring. And training. The whole thing centered her and made her feel less awkward and bumbling. She always felt bumbling next to her Wolves, but it wasn't their fault. She tended to get into so much trouble she felt like a bad luck charm, but she always got out of it somehow. Be it by herself or with help. But now that she knew who her father was, she could at least understand her affinity for trouble. After all, no one knew trouble like Coyote. Right? Right.
Getting shot had been an inconvenience. She hated it. But to be fair she hadn't given Daryl any warning. The least she could do, though, was not tell anyone else who shot her. It was her way of trying to make up for the fact she acted like an idiot. Now that she was functional (she wouldn't lie too much and say better, it still hurt.) she was ready to get on her feet and training. So she took the first chance and made Adam come out. Well not made, she couldn't make him do anything he didn't want to do in the first place. Running out with him the other night had made things better, but she wanted to work on her shape, and get fighting again. She knew she was out of shape, running as a Coyote for such a long time didn't leave much good for her human shape. So she ran down to the yard, hair tied back in a pony tail, wearing the jeans and a tank top she'd scavenged and looked around for her Adam, before making her way to him and curling her fingers around his arm. "Hey." she said softly.