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route_10652015-01-28 04:35 am
throatwash) wrote in route_10652015-01-28 04:35 am
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WHO: corporal, scoutingangel, throatwash
WHERE & WHEN: Goldenrod, 02 - 02 - XX
SUMMARY: Shingekis meet in Goldenrod!! It's not that exciting.
RATING: Uh?? Levi will make, at least, one shit joke...
corporal, scoutingangel, throatwashWHERE & WHEN: Goldenrod, 02 - 02 - XX
SUMMARY: Shingekis meet in Goldenrod!! It's not that exciting.
RATING: Uh?? Levi will make, at least, one shit joke...
( armin is sore. sweeping aches in each bone. swollen tissue, a response to such stressful weather, and stiff ligaments. he feels weak for all he knows the feeling is natural. in his world, and what a strange thought, the travel to goldenrod would have relied upon horses. and besides: his training hadn't built his endurance for long roads like this, either. still...
he wants to sleep. he hopes the corporal and petra keep their home, homes? which will allow him a room?, — he hopes for something warm. his shins ache more than usual when he imagines a mattress. a soft mattress full of feathers... ah, and sinking his weight into it... the arrival allowance had felt generous, at first. but a quick inspection of his first pokémart and armin had sentenced himself to sleeping in two pairs of clothes in the freezing wilderness.
mika had offered some warmth, at least. but he is paler than usual, now, and his cheeks burn red from some maddening combination of sun, wind, and cold. his lips are chapped, too. and when he breathes, his lungs struggle to hold enough air. aching and rattling and then, seizing in a cough. armin can think of a hundred options that wouldn't have cost him his health.
but each would have him cost him time, and a sharp "pi!" from above, mika flies in a wide circle as his spotter, is too relieving to imagine another week's worth of travel. and another night on the ground? hell no. — armin jogs and weaves between goldenrod's crowd to follow the bird. a little breathless, then, tightening the grip along each strap of his pack: )
Corporal! Petra!
he wants to sleep. he hopes the corporal and petra keep their home, homes? which will allow him a room?, — he hopes for something warm. his shins ache more than usual when he imagines a mattress. a soft mattress full of feathers... ah, and sinking his weight into it... the arrival allowance had felt generous, at first. but a quick inspection of his first pokémart and armin had sentenced himself to sleeping in two pairs of clothes in the freezing wilderness.
mika had offered some warmth, at least. but he is paler than usual, now, and his cheeks burn red from some maddening combination of sun, wind, and cold. his lips are chapped, too. and when he breathes, his lungs struggle to hold enough air. aching and rattling and then, seizing in a cough. armin can think of a hundred options that wouldn't have cost him his health.
but each would have him cost him time, and a sharp "pi!" from above, mika flies in a wide circle as his spotter, is too relieving to imagine another week's worth of travel. and another night on the ground? hell no. — armin jogs and weaves between goldenrod's crowd to follow the bird. a little breathless, then, tightening the grip along each strap of his pack: )
Corporal! Petra!