Post by lina on Jun 11, 2012 10:19:54 GMT -8
December 24th, 7:34 AM
There were no words for what had happened here the night before. Lina couldn't wrap her mind around it, despite the pain that was currently working it's way through her system. She didn't even know what time it was, just that the sun was barely peeking above the horizon somewhere and the sky was slowly brightening as a result. She had been injured for several hours, but walking in the aftermath that had happened last night had dulled the pain down. The red head was always able to do that after the years of handling her family's torture. Easily shoving down the pain and moving despite how her body protested.
She was injured in a few places, and her clothing was certainly worse for wear. Stabbed in the left calf, glass sticking out of some spots on her back, bruise on her face, the list went on. She was sure one shoulder was dislocated from her fall from the third story flat. Had she been prepared for such a thing, she could have gotten away with some minor soreness, but her sister had pretty much exploded her out the window. But compared to what was going on around her... Her eyes swept the damage, and she let out a low whistle. Really, the red head couldn't help herself.
She had blood loss going on, she knew. Lina was terrible with healing spells. Her wand wasn't that sort of thing, made of ashwood and Dragonheart string, it was instead made for dueling and hexes. Healing spells that came out of her wand just weren't as good as anyone else's. So she hadn't even tried. She had managed to bandage up her leg, and take out what glass she could, but her clothing was stained with her own blood here and there. Those light blue-green eyes continued to take in the damage, and she was... speechless. This explained why her brother had never showed up to their meeting spot. He was probably busy helping other people.
Without a word spoken yet, the red head promptly sat down on a bench that had managed to stay together despite everything else. Her eyes blinked several times, and with a tired sigh she pulled out a smoke. She felt weak, yes, from blood loss, lack of sleep, food, and the amount of pain her body was in, but she numbed it out. Lit the death stick and calmly smoked while some pieces of glass were easily sticking out of the parts of her back she couldn't reach. Just at a loss for words, taking in the damage of the place around her in the early morning and trying to clear her fuzzy head. Life was sure interesting sometimes, wasn't it?
How had this happened? What had happened? She had no answers, but it certainly hadn't been Lina or Layla, considering the two of them had been duking it out Armageddon style in a poor dead guy's flat. This was destruction on a scale that Lina had yet to see in her life, and so she was just shocked by it. Shocked, numbed, and she didn't quiet understand that she wasn't exactly alone anymore.