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Post by Amele Tijek on Aug 4, 2008 18:33:05 GMT -5
"Those damn rowdy boys, you would think they know how to treat a girl without causing bodily harm," Amele thought angrily as she hissed in pain. Opening up the door that led to the nurses office, she sat down in one of the seats that was in waiting room behind several students and cradled her wrist to her chest. Amele sighed impatiently, all she needed was something to wrap it up, and she could do that herself, no need to wait behind all these students. She even knew where the wrap was!
She began tapping her foot as she saw another person go in, with a small cut on his arm. Amele rolled her eyes, "Big baby." She couldn't understand humans and their need to coddled like infants sometimes. In some cases she did get it, after all it usually had to do with them being spoiled, or some traumatic childhood experience, but most of the time. . . Well, Amele understands people better than most, and it was a conundrum for her.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Was the clock getting louder? As she glared up at the clock that resided to directly above the door, she began to give out a soft growl. The boy with the cut had been in with the nurse ten minutes now! "Screw it," Amele stood up, "I'll find something else to wrap it with." Throwing open the door, she accidentally rammed into someone and fell on her already broken wrist.
Tears flooded to her eyes in pain and threatened to fall, but somehow Amele managed to hold them as she angrily yelled, "Watch where you are going!," as she stood up, she cradled her wrist to her chest again, and glared defiantly into the eyes of the person that had been standing in front of the door.
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Post by Diana Levitsky on Aug 5, 2008 14:31:32 GMT -5
When Diana ever wanted something, no matter how large or small, Nathaniel got if for her. This process was almost like a force of nature. She yells, he runs, and within a matter of seconds her desires are fulfilled. So imagine her surprise when Nathaniel didn't return. She waited patiently letting the minutes tick by, but still, no Nathaniel. Diana never had been a particularly patient person. There had never been a need to be. She sighed loudly, frustrated at this predicament. All that she had asked for was a new notebook that she needed for algebra. Thirty-five minutes had passed with no reply. How long did it take to buy a freaking notebook?
Growling she closed her algebra textbook and stood up. Thoughts of where Nathaniel might be crossed through her head. He might have gotten lost or…hurt. Diana began to pace her room back and forth. She had never thought of Nathaniel as a weak human but he was a human. Vulnerable. It only took moments for her to pull on a pair of jeans and dash to the nurse’s office. If he was anywhere on campus that would be the place.
She opened the door rapidly and searched through the thick crowd of students looking for Nathaniel’s familiar face. Not seeing his face among the mass, she sighed in relief before closing the door once again. There was probably just a long line at the check-out… she thought to herself. She made a mental note to buy Nathaniel a cell phone. Diana hardly noticed that she was standing directly in the middle of the doorway. She didn’t realize this of course until a girl rammed into her back and bounced off onto the floor. Turning her head, she saw that it wasn’t anyone she knew. Though Diana was tempted to just walk away and leave her there, the girl really did look hurt.
“You should be more careful,” she said before holding her arm out to her.
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Post by Amele Tijek on Aug 5, 2008 15:23:19 GMT -5
Amele's eyes flared angrily as she stood up, ignoring the hand that was being held out to her. "Dobrze, przepraszam!" Well, excuse me!, She said angrily, her thick Polish accent thickening with every word, "Next time, Your Highness, do not stand in front of the door. This is the school's hospital, is in not? You should know that injured people will be walking out this door. Or perhaps you wish to injure them further?"
Who did this girl think she was? Amele stormed past her, forcefully knocking her shoulder into the other girl's, but as soon as her shoulder came into contact with her adversary, the shock of the blow went down to her wirst, jostling the bones and causing her to cry out in pain. Cursing in Polish, she looked down at her poor, abused wrist and muttered, "Damn karma."
One of the bones was poking out oddly and she knew that between the initial breaking, falling on it, and feeling the schock of her own blow to the other girl, that the wrist was in very poor condition. A growl escaped her lips as she walked past the girl again and headed back toward the office. This time she had to wait and let her wrist be looked at. Amele might heal quickly, but if it heals incorrectly. . .
As Amele glanced back at the girl who had rudely bumped into her, she tripped over her own feet and fell through the door of the nurse's office and landed on her wrist. Again. Rolling over on her back, she asked herself quietly, "Dlaczego czynić JA wyrównywać niepokoić?" Why do I even bother?
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Post by Diana Levitsky on Aug 10, 2008 15:19:12 GMT -5
Glancing down at the girl, Diana could easily see that the girl’s wrist was broken. The bone was twisted in an odd way that appeared to be extremely painful. However, all of her sympathy left at the girl’s harsh comments. It took all of Diana’s self control not to break the girl’s other wrist. Diana wasn’t accustomed to being yelled at, or criticized. Taking it from this girl definitely tested her control. But, then she remembered that starting a fight this early into the school year wasn’t the best decision.
Keeping her self control in check only got more difficult when the girl intentionally rammed into her shoulder. Usually, Diana wouldn’t have hesitated bringing this bitch to the floor. But the combined reasons of the new school year, plus the girl’s in capitation caused her to hesitate. She didn’t have to hesitate too much longer though, before the shock of the bump caused discomfort in the other girl’s hurt arm. Diana watched smugly. It served her right for bumping into her.
Diana smiled haughtily as the girl walked into the nurse’s office, satisfied that she got was she deserved. When the girl slipped and fell through the door of the office, Diana had to cover her mouth with her hand to keep from laughing. This was definitely a clumsy one. “Nice,” she said teasingly.
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