Post by Dr.Ambs on May 2, 2013 21:42:35 GMT -5
The sun beat down on the deck, the waves crashing against the ship, the salt air inhaled through her nose. It was quiet, peaceful and relaxing. It should be. However Yumeko's red eyes looked over the map. Due to a series of unfortunate events, she was now stuck with Tayzo Willis, a hyperactive idiot whose captain had been abducted. She was merely tagging along because she needed a way off Silia, and that she had made some petty deal with said abducted captain. Once the ship had been fixed, she had taken the few provisionals, the navigational supplies and hopped in the ship with Tayzo, hoping to go after the green haired brat. Yet sadly, now trapped in the sea, Yumeko didn't know exactly where the boy had been taken.
She let a small sigh escape her lips, putting the map down as she winced in pain. Ah, her wounds. She had forgotten all about them. Glancing down, she saw her side was soaked red with her blood. She pulled her bag down, rummaging through it, until she came across her first aid kit. she took her gloves and her sleeveless jacket off before rolling her shirt up a bit just to see the nice, fresh gash across her side.
It wasn't big enough to cause her to need stitches, but it was small enough to cause enough damage and pain. With a slight groan, she cleaned the wound, wincing every now and then, before she could finally wrap her side. It would be a pain, and she would have to take it easy before she could full commit to her training again.
Yumeko rolled her shirt back down, and was about to put the kit away before she stopped. Tayzo. The idiot had gotten wounded to the extent of passing out, he needed his wounds treated as well. She shut her eyes, "Tayzo. Come here. Your wounds. I only did a patch job to get you moving, you still need to get them cleaned properly before you become more of a hassle to me." She half complained to the teenager.
It wasn't her fault that she was so horrible at socializing. For ten years, the only real contact she had was her sensei. Even when she was living at Silia she had no one to talk to. She was a lone wolf, trailing on her own path alone, not needing anyone else to help her. But now, she was stuck with Tayzo and Masaru, when ever they got him back, and she had to know a bit about them. She needed to know what kind of people they were so she could assess and know how to deal with them. She socialized with people just like she battled them; observe first, attack second. Rather it was a good thing or not, she didn't care. It's not like these people wanted to know anything about her, or that they should want to know about her. She was merely getting rid of some marine that was constantly on their back. After that, she was as good as gone to them.
She let a small sigh escape her lips, putting the map down as she winced in pain. Ah, her wounds. She had forgotten all about them. Glancing down, she saw her side was soaked red with her blood. She pulled her bag down, rummaging through it, until she came across her first aid kit. she took her gloves and her sleeveless jacket off before rolling her shirt up a bit just to see the nice, fresh gash across her side.
It wasn't big enough to cause her to need stitches, but it was small enough to cause enough damage and pain. With a slight groan, she cleaned the wound, wincing every now and then, before she could finally wrap her side. It would be a pain, and she would have to take it easy before she could full commit to her training again.
Yumeko rolled her shirt back down, and was about to put the kit away before she stopped. Tayzo. The idiot had gotten wounded to the extent of passing out, he needed his wounds treated as well. She shut her eyes, "Tayzo. Come here. Your wounds. I only did a patch job to get you moving, you still need to get them cleaned properly before you become more of a hassle to me." She half complained to the teenager.
It wasn't her fault that she was so horrible at socializing. For ten years, the only real contact she had was her sensei. Even when she was living at Silia she had no one to talk to. She was a lone wolf, trailing on her own path alone, not needing anyone else to help her. But now, she was stuck with Tayzo and Masaru, when ever they got him back, and she had to know a bit about them. She needed to know what kind of people they were so she could assess and know how to deal with them. She socialized with people just like she battled them; observe first, attack second. Rather it was a good thing or not, she didn't care. It's not like these people wanted to know anything about her, or that they should want to know about her. She was merely getting rid of some marine that was constantly on their back. After that, she was as good as gone to them.