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Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon
Tuesday, September 22nd, 2015 11:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
soniaroadsqueenIt was a fact of AirTrek, and probably lots of other physical activities, Ringo supposed, that no matter how good you were, no matter how well you knew the terrain, and no matter how much you practiced, you could still get injured. She'd had to cut her daily ride short when she'd placed her foot just wrong landing on a roof after a particularly high aerial. She probably could have recovered from that, after all, it was a pretty small mistake, but something had cracked and shifted under her wheels, and she was already just off-balance enough to take an awkward tumble off that roof. And the buildings in Fandom really weren't tall enough for her to regain her balance before she hit the ground, bounced, and rolled.
So now she was back in the dorm, carefully filling some ziploc bags with ice. An ugly purple bruise was already filling in on her left shoulder, and a similar one was just barely visible in the gap between her shirt and pants. And the left leg of said pants had quite a few more rips in it than it used to, with some ugly red scratches peeking through to match the ones peppered across her arm.
She hissed slightly as she pressed a bag of ice against her shoulder, and started looking around for some tape or a roll of plastic wrap that she could use to hold it in place.
As far as AT-related injuries went, these weren't really that bad. With her accelerated healing the bruises would mostly fade in a day or two, especially if she kept them iced for the rest of the day. So: ice for her shoulder, ice for her hip, and then Ringo planned to stretch out on the couch and see if there was anything good on TV.
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So now she was back in the dorm, carefully filling some ziploc bags with ice. An ugly purple bruise was already filling in on her left shoulder, and a similar one was just barely visible in the gap between her shirt and pants. And the left leg of said pants had quite a few more rips in it than it used to, with some ugly red scratches peeking through to match the ones peppered across her arm.
She hissed slightly as she pressed a bag of ice against her shoulder, and started looking around for some tape or a roll of plastic wrap that she could use to hold it in place.
As far as AT-related injuries went, these weren't really that bad. With her accelerated healing the bruises would mostly fade in a day or two, especially if she kept them iced for the rest of the day. So: ice for her shoulder, ice for her hip, and then Ringo planned to stretch out on the couch and see if there was anything good on TV.
[Open.]