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Post by Clary Hawthorne on Nov 16, 2009 17:43:50 GMT -5
Silent feet flitted over the leaf-litter, moving deeper into the forest with ease. They made their way do an oak with strong branches, ideal for climbing. Clary glanced behind her, alert, tail flicking somewhat nervously. Her green eyes scanned the moonlit forest, and her muscles were tense, ready to hide of climb up a tree if need be. She darted forward to her tree and shifted her hands and bare feet. Nails lengthened into lethal claws and she gripped the tree. With athletic ease, she climbed up to the second lowest branch and paused, listening again. Then she continued, up past the branch she usually stopped at. Clary reached her destination: the wimpy branches at the top of the tree. Cautiously, she glanced down and back tracked to the branch below her. She perched on the bough, back resting against the trunk of the tree. She looked out at the school. She was a few branches higher than her normal perch, but the view still looked the same.
She rested there for a moment, closing her eyes and relaxing. Technically she wasn't supposed to be there. It was late, somewhere between midnight and 1 in the morning, and all the students had to be in their dorms. But it was such a nice night out, so inviting - she couldn't have resisted even if she had tried. The moon was nearly full, providing her with more than enough light. Maybe too much... the worry passed through her mind for a moment before she brushed it away. Everyone would be asleep, she didn't have to fear. She let out a sigh and sat their at ease for another 1/2 hour, breathing in the cool night air. It almost lulled her to sleep, and she decided to return to her dorm when she caught herself from tipping sideways off the branch.
Yawning, she made her way down the tree more worried that she would fall than anything else. She reached the second lowest branch safely and reached out to grab for in, intending to climb onto it and rest again for a moment. But her hand snatched at thin air and she quickly hunt on to the tree. More awake, she looked around and found the branch. She swung herself onto it, rested for a moment, then swung down, hanging. She let go.
She was supposed to land on the branch below her, but instead dropped into midair. She was snapped awake to full alertness and her cat reflexes and instinct twisted her, telling her to use her tail to help balance her. She still landed the wrong way; on her wrist. The world erupted into swirling pain. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, but still a whimper escaped her. When her sense returned, she looked around, cradling her injured arm. She hesitantly moved her fingers and hand, and nearly cried out. Fractured, if not broken, she concluded bitterly. She looked around, kneeling on the forest floor. She needed to think straight. A stick - to make a splint. She couldn't go to the infirmary now, not that this time. She'd be in enough trouble form sneaking out. If only she had stayed in her dorm like a good little girl.
Clary splinted her wrist with the narrow stick she had found, muttering colorful words while doing so. When she was done, she examined her left wrist with the expression of one dealing with a ticking time-bomb. It was a crude splint, but it would have to do until morning. She could only hope someone else was wandering around. But what were the chances of that?
"Dang it," She hissed.
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Post by Daniel Masters on Nov 16, 2009 18:44:40 GMT -5
Footsteps approached through the darkened campus edge, the centered glow of a flashlight tracing a path for the individual who was making their way to where Clary was. Upon coming near enough, it could be identified as Mr. K. He was dressed down, wearing a rather expensive black jacket over fleece pajama pants and a t-shirt. His long, black locks were pulled into a loose ponytail, and it was quite evident that someone had just pulled him out of bed.
That same someone had informed the young doctor that a student was, not only wandering around after curfew, but was injured, which was why he was called out instead of security. "Hello?" he called, hoping that whatever student it was would answer him, as it was dark and his flashlight didn't offer much help in such a wide, expansive area.
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Post by Clary Hawthorne on Nov 16, 2009 18:49:13 GMT -5
Clary looked up when she heard a voice, opening her eyes. She had moved to the tree, and was leaning against it, her injured wrist laying in her lap. She paused before hesitantly calling out. If it was someone from off campus, she'd be in trouble. She could only hope - with her injury, she wouldn't be able to defend herself properly. She was tense, and moved to a crouching position, sensitive eyes scanning the darkness. She thought she could make out a beam of light coming from the general direction of the school, but didn't know if it was actually a flashlight or the moonlight filtering through the leaves. She waited, crouched, tense and worried.
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Post by Daniel Masters on Nov 16, 2009 18:54:34 GMT -5
Mr. K barely heard Clary's cry, as the sound seemed to be absorbed into the open landscape around them. But he heard it, just barely, and while it could have possibly come from a wild animal or the wind, he decided to investigate. He headed in that direction, remaining aware and cautious since he wasn't sure of the circumstances of the student's injuries, but no other presence had been reported.
Eventually, the young doctor came to the spot where Clary had tended to her wrist, noticing a few spare leaves and twigs out in the grass that didn't belong, and it didn't take long for him to recognize the location and turn his attention to the tree. He spotted Clary there, huddled against the trunk with her wrist in her lap, "Clary?" he asked, not entirely sure if it was her, and soon made his way over to her, careful not to shine the flashlight in her eyes.
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Post by Clary Hawthorne on Nov 16, 2009 19:00:18 GMT -5
She blinked at the doctor for a moment, making sure it was him before she stood. She held her left arm in her other hand, biting her lip. She'd be in so much trouble after her wrist was fixed. She cursed herself again for daring to venture out into the woods. "Uh... Hi Mr. K," She said quietly, stepping forward. She felt a small twinge of amusement as she thought back to their last conversation, about him walking on the branch. She was pretty sure that she wouldn't be amused tonight by that show. Next time, she promised herself. "My wrist... I, well, I fell." She wasn't invincible.
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Post by Daniel Masters on Nov 16, 2009 19:08:22 GMT -5
Mr. K stepped over to Clary as she stood, stuffing the flashlight in the pocket of his jacket so he could use both of his hands, "Let me see it.." he murmured softly, taking her self-treated wrist in both his hands to trace over the injury gently with his fingers. A faint glow emanated from his fingertips, as well as his light brown eyes as his abilities surveyed the damage, "You seem to have fractured the carpals in your wrist...it will take two days for me to heal it." he explained aloud, glancing to her, "You fell?" He had to admit, he didn't know that was possible for her.
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Post by Clary Hawthorne on Nov 16, 2009 19:12:26 GMT -5
She sighed, annoyed, but it was her own fault. She tried not to flinch as his fingers skimmed lightly over her wrist. "Yeah... It's dark," She made up the excuse lamely. He'd never let her forget this, somehow she knew. But wait until he walked across that branch. "Two days? So that means I can't climb?" She already knew the answer, but she wanted it confirmed. She'd figured that she wouldn't be able to climb, but had thought that with his little power he could heal her quickly. But then she realized these things took time and she would have to excercise some patience.
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Post by Daniel Masters on Nov 16, 2009 20:20:00 GMT -5
Mr. K raised a brow, not entirely sure he was convinced by her excuse. After all, it was just that day that she'd mentioned her heightened senses to him. He turned his attention back to her wrist, a soothing heat soon spreading through her wrist as his powers began to heal her, "If I healed it all right now it wouldn't heal in the correct position. I need to give it at least one day to shift on it's own." he explained before glancing up to her with a vague, knowing smile, "So yes, you won't be doing any climbing until you're better."
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Post by Clary Hawthorne on Nov 17, 2009 6:44:32 GMT -5
She glanced up at the tree bitterly. Maybe she could sneak out again? No. What good did that do here tonight? If anything, it would make her wrist worse. She saw him with a raised eyebrow and shrugged. "It was dark... and I wasn't the most awake..." She lowered her gaze as he began to work on her wrist, feeling a warm feeling crawling up her arm. She couldn't say it felt good, but it didn't hurt either. She could feel something in her wrist moving back into position, but didn't know what. "No climbing..." She sighed. "Any other limitations I should know about?"
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Post by Daniel Masters on Nov 17, 2009 14:09:58 GMT -5
Mr. K's main focus at the moment was in Clary's rest, so it took him a brief moment to respond to her question, though was registering everything she said to him. "You'll have to keep your arm inactive, I'll give you a cloth to keep it up." He explained, sort of massaging the sides of her wrist with a thumb, working the bones back into their proper places, which wouldn't have felt particularly great, but wouldn't have been excruciating, either, "Other than that, just take it easy...use your other hand for any writing or eating or whatever."
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Post by Clary Hawthorne on Nov 17, 2009 18:04:05 GMT -5
She tilted her head slightly as she felt her bones shift. It felt weird, and she glanced down, half expecting to see her wrist bubbling with some strange potion. If she listened hard enough, she could have sworn she heard them shifting, but maybe she was just imagining things. Keeping her arm inactive? She raised her eyebrows. "That'll be a pain in the a-butt," She said, censoring herself at the last moment. "I wish me luck." She shrugged at the rest. It wasn't like she did anything with her left hand anyway, other than climbing. She was a righty and realized how lucky she had been that it was her left wrist. At least she could write - with her left hand, the writing would be illegible.
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Post by Daniel Masters on Nov 17, 2009 19:26:20 GMT -5
"I wish you luck, as well." Mr. K smiled, removing his hands from hers once he finished. It wasn't healed entirely, but he needed to give it time before he could heal it the rest of the way. "I won't tell the Headmaster about this, so long as you promise not to venture out on these late night outings anymore, alright?"
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Post by Clary Hawthorne on Nov 17, 2009 19:32:26 GMT -5
She smiled and chuckled softly, but her smile faded as they reached the topic she had been dreading. Clary put her arm back by her side, still feeling a little tingley from the treatment. She paused, biting her lip. Could she really resist venturing out? It was so quiet and peaceful at night compared to the rush and stress during the day. She could hear the faint fluttering of bats wings, the rare hoot of an owl and the crickets chirping as the birds finally slept. There was no action in the school, and she was free to relax, forget her worries and stress. Could she give it all up? She glanced up at the moon, round and nearly full, providing light to the night animals. The weather was supposed to be nice for the full moon, and she hoped she could negotiate. "Ok, but can I 'sneak' out until the moon starts waning? I hear it's going to be nice out." It wasn't really sneaking out now that she had told him. "I promise I won't climb..." She paused, then added, "So, if you won't tell the Headmaster about this, then what will be the explanation?"
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Post by Daniel Masters on Nov 17, 2009 20:39:01 GMT -5
Mr. K considered her request momentarily, knowing the answer should've been no, but he could never really resist giving a student a break. After a brief moment's thought he gave a small nod, "Alright fine...but I'll have to come with you, it's the only way to justify you're being out here at night. I'll say it has something to do with your powers." he shrugged, "Leave the Headmaster to me, that's nothing for you to worry about."
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Post by Clary Hawthorne on Nov 17, 2009 20:42:01 GMT -5
So she could be allowed but she was supposed to have an escort. She shrugged. It could be worse. Besides, Mr. K wasn't that bad company. "Fine with me," Clary said, happy that she could come out at all, if only for a few more nights. She crossed the fingers (of her right hand) and hoped for nice weather and clear skies. "So you won't mind waking up at midnight for the next two nights?" She asked in a last, half-hearted attempt to rid herself of an escort.
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