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thisavrou_log2016-07-25 11:02 pm
curiousnotmalicious) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-07-25 11:02 pm
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Who: Brooklyn Squared Dutch Velders and Steve Rogers
When: July 25th
Where: The Medbay
What: Dutch gets her wounds checked out, runs into Steve
Warnings: TBD, but not likely
Sitting on an examination table in the medbay, Dutch was clad from the waist down in her uniform. From the waist up she was wearing a sports bra. It was immodest compared to what she usually wore on the ship, but the doctors and nurses needed a clear view of the burn marks the slaver who’d captured her had inflicted on her torso while Dutch had been property at the outpost. Her saucy behavior had earned her more than a few jabs with a cattle prod, some in the same location, and the evidence was there with welts and slightly burned skin. The doctors aboard the Moira were doing their very best to treat the minor burns with minimal pain inflicted on Dutch. She’d suffered enough already.
As they cleaned and bandaged each mark, Dutch sat, looking almost bored and kicking her feet as they dangled off of the examination table. The cleaning left her feeling a bit sore, but it didn’t hurt all that bad. She’d been rescued - It kind of felt like she’d be whining if she complained about the way people were helping her from here on out. Dutch was no whiner, she was a survivor. She’d lived through a vampire invasion in New York. She could live through a brief stint as a slave. Hell, after this she was fairly convinced she could live through anything.
Her gaze, which had been fixed on the medbay wall in front of her, drifted and she caught sight of a slightly familiar face. The corners of her mouth pulled up into a big smile. Finally! A face-to-face! “I’ll be. Steve! Hey!” She waved a hand at him, careful not to disturb the gauze and bandage artwork that decorated her torso.
When: July 25th
Where: The Medbay
What: Dutch gets her wounds checked out, runs into Steve
Warnings: TBD, but not likely
Sitting on an examination table in the medbay, Dutch was clad from the waist down in her uniform. From the waist up she was wearing a sports bra. It was immodest compared to what she usually wore on the ship, but the doctors and nurses needed a clear view of the burn marks the slaver who’d captured her had inflicted on her torso while Dutch had been property at the outpost. Her saucy behavior had earned her more than a few jabs with a cattle prod, some in the same location, and the evidence was there with welts and slightly burned skin. The doctors aboard the Moira were doing their very best to treat the minor burns with minimal pain inflicted on Dutch. She’d suffered enough already.
As they cleaned and bandaged each mark, Dutch sat, looking almost bored and kicking her feet as they dangled off of the examination table. The cleaning left her feeling a bit sore, but it didn’t hurt all that bad. She’d been rescued - It kind of felt like she’d be whining if she complained about the way people were helping her from here on out. Dutch was no whiner, she was a survivor. She’d lived through a vampire invasion in New York. She could live through a brief stint as a slave. Hell, after this she was fairly convinced she could live through anything.
Her gaze, which had been fixed on the medbay wall in front of her, drifted and she caught sight of a slightly familiar face. The corners of her mouth pulled up into a big smile. Finally! A face-to-face! “I’ll be. Steve! Hey!” She waved a hand at him, careful not to disturb the gauze and bandage artwork that decorated her torso.