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@erin-rhiding
Not walking entirely normal just quite yet, the witch found himself going to the Pharmacy to look for some painkillers to soothe the unbearable pain residing in his, well, his ass. He didn’t know if it would necessarily help his condition but he had run out of options. No matter how much he tried to heal himself, the magic force surrounding his hands just wouldn’t help the sore feeling his bottom felt ever since the night spent with his boyfriend. With small, careful steps, he caught sight of the Pharmacy, but unfortunately he didn’t catch the brunette standing not so far from him. Nearly running into her, he managed to dodge the mess he would have made. “Sorry, um, I wasn’t watchin’ where I was goin’.” He scratched the back of his neck while realizing the fast reflex made his bottom squirm in agony. ‘Damn it, Bran…’
Erin's keys were in hand, when she was unceremoniously shoved from behind. She cried out, her face pulling one of incredulity. The rest of the pathway was clear, not a single other sole or object to run into, you'd figure people knew how to walk by now. She spun around to face the imbecile, her thigh lighting up in pain.
"Clearly not! I mean, you managed to run into the only living object in the street!" Erin told the man loudly.
Just a quick delivery, something that involved with Pharmacy and the package that she just delivered. For what could possibly happen next was going to totally out of her hands the moment she was out of the door. With a tad bit awkward but warm smile as Peyton left the building, she told the receptionist farewell and was gone right away. Now, like always — the redhead was itching to get back home once she was done with her shift at her job as a bike messenger. Her bike would waiting patiently for her where she had locked it up for the time being she was inside, the gamer chick walking close by to another girl that was shortly in the Pharmacy right before her with her meds in a clean white bag. Obviously, Peyton wasn’t the rude type. She wasn’t going to strike a conversation with her though since they were each trying to get to their vehicles. Yet, it wasn’t going to stop her in being polite at least since the redhead had to pass on through the girl’s path.
"Erp — excuse me."
Naturally the simple task of getting to her car became a competition to Erin. She didn't know why she needed to get to her vehicle first, but instinct seemed to kick in almost instantly. Erin sped up a little in a hopeless attempt to out run her opponent. A quick glance told her that they weren't acquainted in any way. Good, that would save her from useless pleasantries. Her good luck, however, quick ran out. It appeared that they were fated to cross paths, that the redhead had parked somewhere to Erin's right. Erin stopped awkwardly as the girl excused herself. Had the circumstances been different, the other woman would have been able to pass. If only Erin's bloody leg hadn't chosen that moment to complain sharply in pain. She clenched her teeth, an arm flinging out to steady herself against the hood of her truck.
"Bloody hell."
I was offering you a bit of my Toblerone but I guess you're not interested.
Yes, well my daddy told me not to accept candy from strangers.
toblerone
Are we just saying random words now?
Erin wished she didn't need any meds, but even she knew that this wasn't just a scabbed over scratch. She was mostly able to ignore the pain with clenched fists and teeth, but painkillers made training a lot easier. She tried to exit the Pharmacy as quickly as she could. There was always too many strings attached to such places, questions that she didn't want to have to deal with right now- or ever really. Her truck was in sight, she only had a few metres to cover when a shadow moved into her periphery.
Erin’s never had an orthodox relationship with her parents. She’s long abandoned the idea of what it would be like to pick out a Christmas tree with Remus, or even kick a ball around with him. What she does have is a very feint memory of a time when she would perch on her father’s shoulders, egging him to run faster amongst the trees. But it's so feint that she's long convinced herself that it's only a dream she once had. She doesn’t long for societies ‘normal’ family dynamic. Something Erin does seem to miss, or at least dismisses instantly, is the occasional fond glance from her mother, Valerie.
Erin's developed a certain fondness for coffee over the years. She will often need a big hit to keep her alert and on her feet, especially when times prove to be tiring. Without her morning coffee, Erin will be especially cranky...er, well a lot more cranky than her usual self that is!
An eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth and apparently a leg for a leg.
Erin was confined and there was nothing she hated more. She was stuck in bed, her leg straightened before her. She felt so bloody useless. Rest is what the Red Hood’s medic had told her, rest is all you need.
There had been another option for her of course. But that had been out of the question, she'd never let that vermin's blood go through her own veins. Not in one million and one years.
After she had hobbled back to the house that night, she’d been stitched up. At least the blood was gone now. It still hurt every time she moved, even two weeks later.
This was by far one of her worst injuries yet. It had been deep, muscle had been damaged, it would take weeks for her to recondition them back to the way they had been. She already felt weaker, her training out of whack. When she wasn’t brooding, she was firing arrows from her bed at a target on the wall parallel to her. The first time she had attempted to stand without any assistance she had toppled straight to the floor, but it had been a week since then. Surely she could at least support her own weight by now.
She was home alone. A concept she had been forced to get used to by now. She had been offered new recruits to act as her ‘helpers’ and to watch guard, but she had promptly waved the offer away.
With an annoyed growl, Erin sat up. She aimed a glare at the injured leg. She’d missed Christmas and this was how she was starting the new year. To hell with that, she had witches to burn, vampires to stab and most importantly a special little werewolf to kill. That was it, she was getting up. Now.
She gritted her teeth and swung her uninjured leg over the side of the bed. Then ever so cautiously she began to move her other. Nothing, she felt nothing. With a triumphant smile she moved it faster, soon it was straightened beside her other one. During the coarse of the movement her back had slopped across her bed, she now curled up in quiet anticipation. She hopped onto her good leg. One, two, then on three she touched her other foot to the ground. So far so good. Ever so slowly she leaned to the left, in an attempt to transfer her weight evenly. She yowled as the pain instantly lit up along the front of her thigh. She huffed as she fell back onto the bed.
She was going to stand, and she was going to stand today. She gritted her teeth and prepared herself for round two.
Some of Erin’s fondest memories was from a time when the Rhiding family resided on a horse ranch somewhere in the mid west. It was mostly quiet and secluded, and young Erin loved to be amongst the horses. It was then that she learnt to ride bare back as well as how to shoot targets from a horse at top speed. To this day she has kept these skills.
Erin loves Christmas...but not for any of the right reasons. People get careless at this time of the year. They kick their feet back a little to high, drink too much wine and soon enough their actions get messy. Messy humans only means more unnatural creatures about. It's at Christmas that Erin brings out the crossbows and silver bullets keen to make at least one kill before the turkey is roasted.
GIFT #2: ❆❅ MERRY CHRISTMAS CAI! ❄❅