Post by Kail Tafen on Dec 23, 2005 5:01:08 GMT -5
((( Okay! *cracks knuckles* I'm the first to start an Rp board.... Am I even aloud to do this?? )))
Kail Tafen stepped into the garden, glancing behind her once to check if any others were around. She had pulled her long, almond hued hair into a loose pony-tail that fell to her waist. She wore nothing special:
A tight crimson colored sweater and some faded pants. Finding a certain spot in the live portion of the garden, Kail kneeled amongst the flowers. She rolled up her left sleeve with an expressionless face.
Upon her inner forearm was a bloody wound. If the wound was studied closely, one could make out the letters that spelled Kail's name. Upon normal circumstances, the wound would appear as an ugly scar.
But these had been no normal circumstances. The scar had opened up. Kail had been expirementing again.
She silently cursed herself for not forseeing it. Kail hurredly picked a small blue flower from the colorful flower bed. If memory served her right, that was the herb that stopped bleeding. She crushed the flower as best she could and spread it over the wound. She had remembered correctly; the blood soon stopped flowing.
Kail closed her eyes and heaved a sigh. At least it didn't hurt.
The girl leaned back against the ground, thanking the higher powers that it had stopped bleeding. There had been worse times in the past when it did not stop for hours on end.
It felt good to be alone, Kail reflected. It was the begining of the weekend, which meant that she would have much time to study. Which was good. Kail would appreciate getting her mind off the incedent(sp?).
Kail Tafen stepped into the garden, glancing behind her once to check if any others were around. She had pulled her long, almond hued hair into a loose pony-tail that fell to her waist. She wore nothing special:
A tight crimson colored sweater and some faded pants. Finding a certain spot in the live portion of the garden, Kail kneeled amongst the flowers. She rolled up her left sleeve with an expressionless face.
Upon her inner forearm was a bloody wound. If the wound was studied closely, one could make out the letters that spelled Kail's name. Upon normal circumstances, the wound would appear as an ugly scar.
But these had been no normal circumstances. The scar had opened up. Kail had been expirementing again.
She silently cursed herself for not forseeing it. Kail hurredly picked a small blue flower from the colorful flower bed. If memory served her right, that was the herb that stopped bleeding. She crushed the flower as best she could and spread it over the wound. She had remembered correctly; the blood soon stopped flowing.
Kail closed her eyes and heaved a sigh. At least it didn't hurt.
The girl leaned back against the ground, thanking the higher powers that it had stopped bleeding. There had been worse times in the past when it did not stop for hours on end.
It felt good to be alone, Kail reflected. It was the begining of the weekend, which meant that she would have much time to study. Which was good. Kail would appreciate getting her mind off the incedent(sp?).