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004 [video/action] [Forward dated to Friday Morning]
[Video/Action for CH 4]
[When the video feed switches on, there's a bit of a bounce, as if the journal has just opened upon been dropped. When it finally stops, one can see a crooked view of a set of stairs. Seconds later, there's a sharp yelp and the camera catches a brief glimpse of a certain blonde teenager tumbling past, down the stairs, followed by the loud thud of her smacking into a wall. But fear not, this is no act of violence. Just a clumsy teen being clumsy.]
Ow...ow ow owwww...!
[For a minute or so, one can hear a few whines and quiet hisses of pain.]
Mmmrrrgghh... S...Stupid wings...! Ow... Okay. Just need to...get up. Ooogh, first my hair and now this...!
[Apparently, Pilouette has forgotten she even dropped the journal because after a few seconds, it gets some good footage of her feet shakily shuffling forward, right before she trips over it and, letting out a loud shriek, gets a nice faceful of STAIRS just as the feed cuts out.]
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[Later, after putting on a different set of clothes, Pils heads out to the grocery because there's one thing that always makes her feel better on a crappy day: BAKING~! At least the bad weather from the past week has cleared up. There's a chance one may run into her at the grocery or on the way back. Either way, with the way her luck is going, she's pretty paranoid and just trying not to make things worse for herself, so she'll be stepping carefully.]
[Later in the afternoon, Pilouette can be found sitting outside, behind the school, stuffing herself with sweets and generally beingA DEGENERATE PUNK a mopey little sourpuss.]
((ooc: Feel free to indirectly/accidentally cause bad things to happen! It's like a big festival of bad luck!))
[When the video feed switches on, there's a bit of a bounce, as if the journal has just opened upon been dropped. When it finally stops, one can see a crooked view of a set of stairs. Seconds later, there's a sharp yelp and the camera catches a brief glimpse of a certain blonde teenager tumbling past, down the stairs, followed by the loud thud of her smacking into a wall. But fear not, this is no act of violence. Just a clumsy teen being clumsy.]
Ow...ow ow owwww...!
[For a minute or so, one can hear a few whines and quiet hisses of pain.]
Mmmrrrgghh... S...Stupid wings...! Ow... Okay. Just need to...get up. Ooogh, first my hair and now this...!
[Apparently, Pilouette has forgotten she even dropped the journal because after a few seconds, it gets some good footage of her feet shakily shuffling forward, right before she trips over it and, letting out a loud shriek, gets a nice faceful of STAIRS just as the feed cuts out.]
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[Later, after putting on a different set of clothes, Pils heads out to the grocery because there's one thing that always makes her feel better on a crappy day: BAKING~! At least the bad weather from the past week has cleared up. There's a chance one may run into her at the grocery or on the way back. Either way, with the way her luck is going, she's pretty paranoid and just trying not to make things worse for herself, so she'll be stepping carefully.]
[Later in the afternoon, Pilouette can be found sitting outside, behind the school, stuffing herself with sweets and generally being
((ooc: Feel free to indirectly/accidentally cause bad things to happen! It's like a big festival of bad luck!))
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[There's a few moments of silence while she tests them out, followed by a small pained yelp.]
Ow...! Um, th-they still hurt a little bit, but um, I can move them pretty okay.
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Do you really think so...?
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[Yep, he's a doctor, and a relatively paranoid one at that.]
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[Plus, it wouldn't do for her to argue with an adult...]
Um, o-okay, I'll be there in a bit.
[Not too long after, she arrives at the clinic, dressed in a somewhat less girly manner than usual, sporting a large jacket and a baseball cap pulled low over her eyes. Aside from it just being a bad day, she's never been to Luceti's clinic and is just little nervous.]
Um...H-hello?
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Hello. I don't think I introduced myself--I'm Dr. Willock. And you're..?
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Oh, um...My name is Pilouette. I think we talked a little while ago?
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[And he'll lead her into one of the examination rooms, motioning for her to sit on the bed as he washes his hands. As he turns back he hands her a tissue for any blood that she still might have on her face, and he frowns as he notes the state of her eye.]
Oh, you've got a nice bruise forming there. I should get you some ice for that.
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Oh...does it look really bad? It's probably gotten worse since I started over here...
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[He steps out, returning shortly with an ice pack and giving it to her. Someone should really start stocking those things in the rooms themselves, considering that there aren't any nurses around for him to send running for supplies.]
All right, let's see those wings.
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[Taking the icepack, she lifts up the cap she's wearing a little so she can get that pack on her eye. A little bit of her hair to fall out from under her hat. The end of it looks a little...singed?
She then removes the jacket she's wearing exposing the pink wings sticking out of the back of her shirt.]
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Did you burn yourself this morning?
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[She thinks for a second before noticing the loose hair.]
Oh...Um. I thought maybe my hair would look cute if I straightened it and...well...
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N-No, not really. It's like, not even that long into the day and it's already been like, one thing after another.
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Tell me if this is painful. [He starts slowly manipulating her right wing near its attachment point. Some of the feathers are a little bent there, but it's difficult to tell whether the tissue underneath was affected.]
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[When he starts moving her wing, she jumps a bit and cringes.]
Ow! U-Um, it kind of stings a little.
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I think you may have sprained it here. It doesn't look broken to me, but I'd like to do an x-ray to make sure.
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Um...you don't think I'm going to get all sick and stuff, do you? I mean, that's what happens when someone's wings get all messed up or whatever, right?
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[Yep, he's not about to make any fancy claims about the wings until he gains a better understanding of their structure. As far as he's concerned, they're just another set of limbs--limbs with a very high number of nerve endings, yes, but nothing really beyond that.]
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Well, I guess if that's the case, maybe I shouldn't worry about it too much.
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