Post by Catrina Hayden on Aug 7, 2014 9:26:50 GMT -8
The room was cold… and dull. There wasn't even a magazine to read or anything. And it was quiet, so very quiet. Cat hated this already. Her camera hung around her neck still, not broken, just a little dirty and maybe a scratch or two; it had been the lucky one in this battle. Cat on the other hand was damaged. She had a deep gash on her upper thigh; her dark blue jeans were covered in blood from the wound to just below her knee. Around the cut she had tied her simple cotton white tank. She had ripped the shirt down the center to make it large enough to wrap around her thigh and still manage to put a knot in it. It too was saturated in bright red blood. In place of her tank top she wore an army green, light canvas jacket which was zipped up just high enough to cover her bra. She wasn't the bustiest girl but having it zipped up this was really showing off what she did have.
A sigh slipped from her lips as she released holding pressure on her leg and reached up to retie up her vivid red hair. It was tussled about from the fall down the embankment that resulted in her leg injury. Her hands were coated in her own blood but she paid it no mind as she pulled all the stay hairs back into the hair tie. It matted her hair down a bit, but at least it was all out of her face now.
Her face was dirty, her hands were dirty- everything was dirty or covered in blood at this point. She had gone out on a walk to view the wildlife. She hadn't been awake but two days now and figured it was time she start documenting something other than colony life. Watching the same people busy about the ship got old really quick, and to be honest the girl was an adventurer at heart. She hadn't gotten very far into the jungle when she slipped down the embankment. She had been walking, and watching through her camera instead of around the camera and misjudged the distance. She tumbled head over feet and caught a sharp limp on the way down, digging into her flesh and ripping through her jeans. She laid at the bottom for quite some time before dragging herself back up the hill. It wasn't nearly has high up as she had remembered – luckily for her, and then she hobbled back to base and ended up here… in this small room waiting for the doctor.
After fixing her hair, Cat’s hands returned to the wound on her leg, applying pressure like she knew she should hoping it would stop bleeding eventually. “Oh my God this hurts so bad… I wish that Doctor would hurry it up and get in here… I mean really what could he be doing that’s keeping him so long?” She grumbled out loud to herself, turning to stare at the door behind her.
A sigh slipped from her lips as she released holding pressure on her leg and reached up to retie up her vivid red hair. It was tussled about from the fall down the embankment that resulted in her leg injury. Her hands were coated in her own blood but she paid it no mind as she pulled all the stay hairs back into the hair tie. It matted her hair down a bit, but at least it was all out of her face now.
Her face was dirty, her hands were dirty- everything was dirty or covered in blood at this point. She had gone out on a walk to view the wildlife. She hadn't been awake but two days now and figured it was time she start documenting something other than colony life. Watching the same people busy about the ship got old really quick, and to be honest the girl was an adventurer at heart. She hadn't gotten very far into the jungle when she slipped down the embankment. She had been walking, and watching through her camera instead of around the camera and misjudged the distance. She tumbled head over feet and caught a sharp limp on the way down, digging into her flesh and ripping through her jeans. She laid at the bottom for quite some time before dragging herself back up the hill. It wasn't nearly has high up as she had remembered – luckily for her, and then she hobbled back to base and ended up here… in this small room waiting for the doctor.
After fixing her hair, Cat’s hands returned to the wound on her leg, applying pressure like she knew she should hoping it would stop bleeding eventually. “Oh my God this hurts so bad… I wish that Doctor would hurry it up and get in here… I mean really what could he be doing that’s keeping him so long?” She grumbled out loud to herself, turning to stare at the door behind her.
