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003; I'm on the Highway to Hell [Voice]
[It's a miracle that Selphie's still managing consciousness as she stumbles back into House 11. Her aches, ache and her reserves of adrenaline are just about spent as she makes a slow, stomping trudge up the stairs to the second floor of the house. She peels off the layers of destroyed leather and leaves them in scattered heaps on the upper portion of the stairs. She'll stifle a yawn before opening the door to her room. She kicks her boots off into the open closet and finally gets a good look at herself in the mirror.
She looks like shit and couldn't care less. She's a lovely myriad of black, blue and purple as she contemplates a shower. Her hair is a tangled, matted mess from days of hard fighting and overuse of filial magic. She stands there in black leather pants and an undershirt before she peels out of her ruined clothes and slips into a pair of clean pajamas. The bags under her eyes have bags as she digs through the top drawer for the hi-potions she kept handy in case of trouble. She doesn't even wince at the awful taste as some of the discomfort dissipates as the potion works its magic.
It also brings with it a deep lethargy as she walks to her bed and flops into the comfort of the matress beneath her tired body with a soft grunt of pain. She stares at the white ceiling with disinterest before her hand reaches for the journal. She doesn't know what to say about the draft other than the fact that it went to hell in a handbasket fairly quick.
Add in a 12 hour enforced quaranteen where the Malnosso refused to let her sleep for more than two hours at a time and Selphie's ready to crash for the next couple of days. Maybe she should've gone to the clinic for treatment and lectures from Bones but she's just too out of it as she fumbles for the voice button.]
Hey. [The exhaustion is clear in her voice.]
There might be more people coming back from the draft and they're gonna need help so keep an eye out for them, okay? I dunno where they're gonna show up but they're gonna be pretty banged up and half-awake like me.
So... g'night Luceti. It's good to be back...
[Selphie trails off and all that's left to hear is her soft breathing before the posting eventually times out. If one is listening closely, they might hear some mutterings about Zombies, viruses and hi-potions.]
[ooc: Responses from Selphie will be forward dated at least 18 hours from now.]
She looks like shit and couldn't care less. She's a lovely myriad of black, blue and purple as she contemplates a shower. Her hair is a tangled, matted mess from days of hard fighting and overuse of filial magic. She stands there in black leather pants and an undershirt before she peels out of her ruined clothes and slips into a pair of clean pajamas. The bags under her eyes have bags as she digs through the top drawer for the hi-potions she kept handy in case of trouble. She doesn't even wince at the awful taste as some of the discomfort dissipates as the potion works its magic.
It also brings with it a deep lethargy as she walks to her bed and flops into the comfort of the matress beneath her tired body with a soft grunt of pain. She stares at the white ceiling with disinterest before her hand reaches for the journal. She doesn't know what to say about the draft other than the fact that it went to hell in a handbasket fairly quick.
Add in a 12 hour enforced quaranteen where the Malnosso refused to let her sleep for more than two hours at a time and Selphie's ready to crash for the next couple of days. Maybe she should've gone to the clinic for treatment and lectures from Bones but she's just too out of it as she fumbles for the voice button.]
Hey. [The exhaustion is clear in her voice.]
There might be more people coming back from the draft and they're gonna need help so keep an eye out for them, okay? I dunno where they're gonna show up but they're gonna be pretty banged up and half-awake like me.
So... g'night Luceti. It's good to be back...
[Selphie trails off and all that's left to hear is her soft breathing before the posting eventually times out. If one is listening closely, they might hear some mutterings about Zombies, viruses and hi-potions.]
[ooc: Responses from Selphie will be forward dated at least 18 hours from now.]