Post by QUINNLAN MARIE FROST. on Jul 7, 2013 21:04:15 GMT -5
step right over here,
so we can dance this out.
every clash of her hammer that came down on a needed nail made quinn's deranged smile grow more and more. the familiar sounds of hammering was almost enough to bring her a sense of normality back, but the echo the hammer left usually didn't let fantasy slip over her hazed mind. peck, peck, peck. righting the nail when it shifted in the wood, quinn set it back up, and started to tap the hammer into it again, this time successfully hammering it into stability. lowering herself a bit to focus on the next nail down, she did the same thing before; letting her free hand rest against the wall to keep the board in place, while her dominate hand pounded the nail into its proper place, occasionally fixing it whenever she tapped it a bit too far to a side.
currently, the female member of the lunatic duo was held up on the tree house's makeshift balcony, working on securing the weakest wall of their lovely adobe. a bit of rain had soaked the wood on the outside, and unlike the other sides of their four-star home, this one had a bit more damage than the rest. they didn't have a lot of extra wood, but that was easy enough to fix; raiding for house supplies was easy when there wasn't really anyone left in their own to stop you from taking theirs.
after hammering the second nail into place, quinn reached into her small bucket of assorted nails to try and grab one out. her fingers moved quickly and carelessly through the pile of metal until she found a nail that was long enough, and to her liking. it only had a few curves within its form, but being picky wasn't something quinn was- at least, not with something like this. testing out where she wanted it to go, quinn's teeth grabbed hold of the corner of her bottom lip, instantly digging into the skin as she focused. satisfied where she'd placed the point of the nail, she pushed into it a bit to dent the wood a bit in order to hold the nail there better. coiling her fingers around the hammer's handle, she raised it and steadied its aim against the nail's head. pulling it back, she snapped it forward, making a good first hit. unfortunately, it wasn't deep enough into the wood yet to be hammered without her opposite hand holding it stable.
a bit of misjudgement on her end had sent the hammer snapping forward again, only this time, the familiar sound of the hammer's head hitting the metal nail didn't sound. instead, a more dull thud rang through quinn's ears before the intense throbbing started in her index finger. from the impact of pain that the hammer had inflicted, her jaw had clenched harder, and with her, her grip on her lip. "owwie!" she cried out when she could manage to let the word of pain escape. grabbing her hand, she tried to hold it still, inspecting her index finger. it was already starting to bruise, but she could see a faint wetness starting to seep from something at the side of her nail- more than likely blood. narrowing her eyes at the small cut, quinn frowned and tried to cut the circulation off from her finger. after a moment or two, her face cringed from the growing throb it'd only brought, making her curse underneath her breath.
pulling herself up from her knees, she didn't bother skimming the dirt from her already torn and dirty jeans, and instead, focused on finding xak. "babe, do we have any bandages?" she called over the balcony, mainly because the last time she'd seen him, he'd been on the ground. for all she knew, he could've snuck back up while she was busy, but she figured it'd be safer to call out to where she'd seen him last. "the hammer gave me a boo-boo."
currently, the female member of the lunatic duo was held up on the tree house's makeshift balcony, working on securing the weakest wall of their lovely adobe. a bit of rain had soaked the wood on the outside, and unlike the other sides of their four-star home, this one had a bit more damage than the rest. they didn't have a lot of extra wood, but that was easy enough to fix; raiding for house supplies was easy when there wasn't really anyone left in their own to stop you from taking theirs.
after hammering the second nail into place, quinn reached into her small bucket of assorted nails to try and grab one out. her fingers moved quickly and carelessly through the pile of metal until she found a nail that was long enough, and to her liking. it only had a few curves within its form, but being picky wasn't something quinn was- at least, not with something like this. testing out where she wanted it to go, quinn's teeth grabbed hold of the corner of her bottom lip, instantly digging into the skin as she focused. satisfied where she'd placed the point of the nail, she pushed into it a bit to dent the wood a bit in order to hold the nail there better. coiling her fingers around the hammer's handle, she raised it and steadied its aim against the nail's head. pulling it back, she snapped it forward, making a good first hit. unfortunately, it wasn't deep enough into the wood yet to be hammered without her opposite hand holding it stable.
a bit of misjudgement on her end had sent the hammer snapping forward again, only this time, the familiar sound of the hammer's head hitting the metal nail didn't sound. instead, a more dull thud rang through quinn's ears before the intense throbbing started in her index finger. from the impact of pain that the hammer had inflicted, her jaw had clenched harder, and with her, her grip on her lip. "owwie!" she cried out when she could manage to let the word of pain escape. grabbing her hand, she tried to hold it still, inspecting her index finger. it was already starting to bruise, but she could see a faint wetness starting to seep from something at the side of her nail- more than likely blood. narrowing her eyes at the small cut, quinn frowned and tried to cut the circulation off from her finger. after a moment or two, her face cringed from the growing throb it'd only brought, making her curse underneath her breath.
pulling herself up from her knees, she didn't bother skimming the dirt from her already torn and dirty jeans, and instead, focused on finding xak. "babe, do we have any bandages?" she called over the balcony, mainly because the last time she'd seen him, he'd been on the ground. for all she knew, he could've snuck back up while she was busy, but she figured it'd be safer to call out to where she'd seen him last. "the hammer gave me a boo-boo."
xakery . 661 . THIS IS CRAAAAAP. LOVE ME ANYWAY?