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Post by darcyneumann on Oct 20, 2010 10:07:46 GMT -5
Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep.
Darcy opened one eye slowly, not pleased with the sound she was hearing. No one wanted to wake up to their alarm in the morning, and this morning was no exception. She'd lost track of time the previous night, organising all the recent files she'd collected on her computer into the appropriate places so they'd be easy to find the next time she went to look at them, and had ended up going to sleep at two in the morning, her alarm was set for seven. Reaching over with a long arm, she slapped the alarm clock to make it shut up, then brought it into her field of vision so that she could see the time.
9:35am
She almost screamed. How the hell had she managed to oversleep for that long? Her alarm must have been bleeping at her every five minutes for the last two hours and yet she hadn't heard it? "Crap!" she leapt out of bed, practically diving straight into her wardrobe in order to find some clothes. Slipping on some grey leggings and a matching top, she pulled a sweater dress over the both of them, and shoved some boots on her feet. The reflection in the bathroom mirror was not a friendly one, but once she'd run a brush through her hair, slapped some lip gloss and mascara on, she'd looked presentable, and so ran out of her room, barely locking the door behind her.
Skittering down the corridor, she'd grab breakfast from somewhere on the way, she just needed to make it to the medical bay in one piece and get to work. Fate didn't seem to want it that way though. She was going so fast that she didn't notice the sign that warned her that the floor was wet, and slipped, her ankle twisting she slammed to the ground, landing on her arm with a loud yelp. "Oowwwwwwwwwwww!!" |
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Post by levi on Oct 20, 2010 16:23:29 GMT -5
Cleaning up on Venia had become a little like clockwork in Levi’s life, an everyday routine that by the end of the day he could be thankful for the night crew to take over. There never seemed to be a dull moment onboard the ship even if he wasn’t involved in the bigger picture. Not that he minded that.
Mopping the hallways that morning he set his collector edition iPod to shuffle, put up the CAUTION WET FLOOR sign, grabbed the mop, air guitared the hell out of it and lip synced to It’s a Dead Man’s Party by Oingo Boingo. With his ears stuffed with a headset he barely heard the scream over the blaring music and pulled out one bud.
“Hello?” he said quietly, frowning. Had he really just heard that? Turning around slowly he made a face. “Hell – OOO! Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!” Tossing the mop aside and pulling the other ear bud out, he turned the music off and came rushing to Darcy’s aid.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asked as he came down beside her his hands out but not touching her, afraid something might be broken. “Were you running?” |
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Post by darcyneumann on Oct 20, 2010 16:45:08 GMT -5
Darcy moaned like a big baby, bringing her other hand to her arm. "Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow." Touching her arm was a big mistake, she flinched and quickly pulled her arm away, bashing it against the floor again. It took a lot of self-restraint not to let a tirade of curses flow like a river from her mouth.
Then, without warning, someone was bearing down on her, pretty flustered himself. Looking up at him, she just about managed to focus on him, her eyes stinging from the pain. "I think... damn it... I may have," she moved her leg and her ankle smarted, "twisted my ankle." Her elbow, however, was probably just bruised. The funny bone really wasn't so funny when you slipped and fell on it.
“Were you running?” Darcy nodded, gritting her teeth. "I was late, and it seemed like a good idea at the time, till my body forgot that it wasn't possible for humans to fly." She cast a glance back at the CAUTION WET FLOOR sign and mentally face palmed. Next time, Darcy, chill out, and don't injure yourself, you dummy.
"And now my ass is wet too."
Jussssssst great. |
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Post by levi on Oct 20, 2010 18:04:33 GMT -5
“Sounds like you might have,” Levi agreed as he caught every wince of pain she made. “I don’t think you should move, at least not until I call somebody to come help you.” He tilted his head ever so slightly as he got an idea. “Either that or I could dump out the mop bucket, stick you in and wheel you down the hallway to the emergency room. Could be an adventure.” At least it could be until they got caught and he got penalized for his behaviour.
“It isn’t possible for humans to fly yet, you forgot to add yet at the end there,” he told her with a small smile. “We’ve come a long way from artificial limbs and glass eyeballs, I wouldn’t be surprised in the next few years if people started sprouting wings and taking off... but for now, we’re stuck on two feet. And you my friend might be stuck on one.” He reached for his comm, unclipping it from his belt and was about to ask for assistance when she spoke about her ass being wet and chuckled softly.
“I don’t know about you, but your ass should be the last thing on your mind,” he said with a grin before letting it fall away, turning back to concern. “Just don’t move, I’ll get someone down here who can probably bring a gurney and maybe a towel to dry you off...” |
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Post by darcyneumann on Oct 20, 2010 18:19:54 GMT -5
"Funny," Darcy said, "I'm the doctor, I'm the one that should know." She was fairly certain she'd twisted it pretty badly, but she was living on a hope that it wasn't sprained - she didn't want to be limping around for the next few days, that would be all she needed. "Oh definitely," she snorted, "quite the undignified adventure. I'm sure that'd give the crew something to talk about." The imagery in her head of his crazy suggestion made her want to laugh out loud, despite the pain she was in.
"Ah, yes, yet, of course." People were researching that sort of stuff even now, but they were a way off their plans actually producing something that was fully functional and not completely cumbersome. "I guess I'm bringing a whole new meaning to legless, huh?" she said, offering him a smile back. She was chagrined about her situation, sure, but he was making her laugh, and she appreciated the distraction.
"Thanks," she said with a nod, blowing a stray strand of her out of her face, refusing to use her arms. "I'm Darcy by the way," she said, remembering to introduce herself, "but people have been known to call me Darce, or Ella my middle name." She paused, "I'd shake your hand but," she pulled a face, glancing at her elbow, and the other hand which was planet firmly on the floor, keeping her sitting upright. |
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