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☆ Seventh Wish ☆ - [Voice | Action]
Apr. 12th, 2012 07:47 pm[How thoughtful of the Malnosso to dump her out in the rain. Really, it's not as if Norma wasn't cold and shivering enough already. She wakes up in...someplace - the plaza? - and holds her head with a loud but low pitched groan. Ugh...ugh, moving it felt like death. Hell, her entire body felt like death right now, and so help her once she got her hands on the stinking idiots that made her feel like this...ooooh! Ooh...ow. Better take a moment or two to breathe a bit.
Why was that such a laboring task? Breathing. Shouldn't be so difficult, that.
Norma groans again, and pants, putting a hand to her forehead. Not like she can tell if she's got a fever or anything right now, but it's the first thing she thinks of. That, and then getting a message out to her friends that she's back. It takes perhaps two minutes into writing and blotting up the pages with unintelligible scrawl that Norma gives up and switches to voice. Her voice is hoarse and low - and it sounds like she's fighting for air...which isn't exactly a lie.]
...Yo. M'back. [A cough - maybe two. No, three. Ow.] May take me a while...t'get back. Did...d-did I miss anything?
[Okay, wow, seriously? Talking is just as hard as writing, it seems, and both are giving her the migraine of the century. Norma keeps her journal open with her thumb as she pushes herself up onto her feet, only to come crashing down onto her knees a second later. Nice to meet you too, vertigo. Charmed. Really. Okay, once again...up! There we g--whoa! Ah...aha, okay. She's standing, at least. Now. Walking. ...Yep.
Anyone's welcome to see the bedraggled girl dragging herself through the plaza, taking every opportunity to stop and catch her breath, leaning heavily on any and all secure foundations at ever opportunity. She's wearing a New Feather dress, but it's caked in a scant few bloody patches, and her wrists are red and raw. But she barely cares about that. Haha, that's nothing compared to how terrible she feels on the inside.
Inside...she should probably get inside somewhere. Sounds like a good plan, yeah. The world just needs to stop spinning and dancing in front of her eyes long enough for Norma to pick a stinking direction.]
Why was that such a laboring task? Breathing. Shouldn't be so difficult, that.
Norma groans again, and pants, putting a hand to her forehead. Not like she can tell if she's got a fever or anything right now, but it's the first thing she thinks of. That, and then getting a message out to her friends that she's back. It takes perhaps two minutes into writing and blotting up the pages with unintelligible scrawl that Norma gives up and switches to voice. Her voice is hoarse and low - and it sounds like she's fighting for air...which isn't exactly a lie.]
...Yo. M'back. [A cough - maybe two. No, three. Ow.] May take me a while...t'get back. Did...d-did I miss anything?
[Okay, wow, seriously? Talking is just as hard as writing, it seems, and both are giving her the migraine of the century. Norma keeps her journal open with her thumb as she pushes herself up onto her feet, only to come crashing down onto her knees a second later. Nice to meet you too, vertigo. Charmed. Really. Okay, once again...up! There we g--whoa! Ah...aha, okay. She's standing, at least. Now. Walking. ...Yep.
Anyone's welcome to see the bedraggled girl dragging herself through the plaza, taking every opportunity to stop and catch her breath, leaning heavily on any and all secure foundations at ever opportunity. She's wearing a New Feather dress, but it's caked in a scant few bloody patches, and her wrists are red and raw. But she barely cares about that. Haha, that's nothing compared to how terrible she feels on the inside.
Inside...she should probably get inside somewhere. Sounds like a good plan, yeah. The world just needs to stop spinning and dancing in front of her eyes long enough for Norma to pick a stinking direction.]
