Buggies and Burns {open}

[Naomi Daily]

Twenty minutes ago, Naomi had been in the gym. Now, nothing about that was abnormal per say. Her actually working out was a little on the strange side, since normally it was her simply goofing around and practicing old gymnastic moves to stay loose. But in that particular instance, she was working on her electricity manipulation. Out of her two powers, that one was vastly underused and helpful on the battle field at all. She could hardly control the path of the electricity half the time! It was a pain and she was sick and tired of dealing with it so she had decided it was time for her to get it under control. And practice does make perfect, right?

Yes, and no. Yes because after enough practices you should get pretty good at the thing you’re doing. Should, being the key word in that sentence. No, because along the way you may hurt yourself pretty badly while doing the thing. Making you not want to do the thing. Second of the two is just happened to be what happened to Naomi. While she was focusing rather intently, she did lose control the moment that focus was broken by a little buzzing buggy. The electricity wound around her and ended scorching her skin in several areas. Not fun, what so ever. There was a reason why she stuck to her flames, this just so happened to be why.

It seemed whenever she tried to practice her electricity manipulation she always ended up getting burned. Even when she was playing with fire she didn’t get burned as often. It was ridonkulous. So, she was now sitting on a cot in the nurses office. Her short legs kicking in a steady, fast paced rhythm as she waited for someone to help her. Or talk to her. At this point she was just bored and wanted to talk to someone, she didn’t even care about the flash burns she had caused to herself. After all, what was another scar? Nothing too bad. Heaving a heavy sigh she flopped back onto her cot, “Stupid buggy,” She huffed, starring at the ceiling and hoping someone would come rescue her.

[Carter Roth]

Speaking of electricity, it was one of the facets of Carter’s powers that she used the most. Besides water in one form of another, of course. That came with the territory of being able to control storms, of course. Rain and lightning were kind of her MO if she thought about it. Granted, just because it was her main go-to, didn’t mean she couldn’t mess up and hurt herself. Especially when she was seeing how many different attack strategies she could come up with using her electricity. Half an hour ago she was practicing on the beach- why the beach you ask? Because it had a ready supply of water and she could focus on other aspects instead of making her own. Now she was in the infirmary, probably looking like a dog that got blow dried after it fell in a lake. She may have gotten minorly electrocuted, but hey it came with the territory.

She walked back to a bed, a limp showing it’s ugly head, since the nurse wanting her to “sleep it off” a little before she headed back. As far as Carter was concerned the worst of her little mishap as the fact that she managed to get her foot cut up by some broken shells or rocks or something. She saw the other girl on another cot and plopped down on the one across from her, offering a friendly smile. “Looks like everyone’s gettin’ beat up today.” She snorted, gesturing the girl’s flash burns while she propped her freshly bandaged foot up on the bed.

At least they weren't alone now, right? They could complain together and whatnot. She took a hair tie out of her pocket, thankful  that she thought ahead and remembered to grab one before she left her dorm room this morning. She tied her pastel blue hair back, just happy it wasn't all staticy. The falling into the ocean part took care of that very well, might she add.

[Naomi Daily]

Lost in her own little world, Naomi had begun to wonder about the bug that had caused all this. Did it have a family? Did it like fruit? Did it stop and smell the roses? What was its name? That’s the end all question, what was the little buggy’s name. She decided on Francis. Good enough right? Fun to say and easy to stick in the mind since it wasn’t as overused as Bob. Yes, Francis. She didn’t notice the girl coming towards her until she heard the shift in the springs on the bed across from her. Nearly jumping in surprise, Naomi was yanked out of the depths of her mind as the girl spoke up.

“Hey!” She said, throwing a big grin in the other girl’s direction. “Yeah really…” She looked down at her arms and twisted them slightly, showing off the burns. “But hey, kinda happens when you’re in a school full of super powered teens trying to improve those super powers. It’s a tricky business.” She laughed a bit, her eyes coming up to Carter once more as she dropped her hands to her side. Her bright blue eyes swept over Carter briefly, seeing everything from the top of her lovely blue hair to the bottom of her cut up foot. At the sight of her food Naomi’s head tilted in curiosity and concern, “What did you do?”

“But wait!” She said, her eyes suddenly snapping to Carter’s face again. “I just wanted to say before we start going into swapping injury stories, since I think that’s what’s about to go down but if you don’t want to that’s totally cool and fine. I won’t be offended at all. But anyway I wanted to say that I totally love your hair and it’s a perfect shade for you.” She said all this in a single, rushed breath. Her normal hyper tone taking over as her hands started moving around in front of her, dancing to their own accord as she spoke. Once she was finished she took a breath and smiled, “So my original question, what happened?”

[Carter Roth]

There was a cabinet next to her bed, and while she waited for the girl next to her respond Carter began to rummage through it. Her foot wasn’t bleeding through the bandages too badly, even though they were a bit too lose for liking, to which the girl attributed to her white blood cell count. Her mother had a high count as well, and therefore her blood clotted pretty damn fast. Thankfully it had seemed to get passed down to her, a fact which she was grateful for since coming to Ashford. If she wasn’t getting banged up in Battle Front training or power classes, she was banging herself up all on her own when she tried to practice by herself. She didn’t know how a person could be coordinated yet clumsy at the same time, but somehow she managed to be just that. She was just grateful that her clumsiness tended to keep to itself when she actually needed to be quick on her feet.

Hearing the girl begin speaking she looked over her shoulder to let her know that she was listening before going back to her rummaging, pulling out some bandages and band aids with a triumphant grin. Turning back around to face her she propped her foot up on her knee and unwrap the bandages the nurse had applied and also began to clean it the best she could without water, but she made sure that there was no dirt or other nastiness in the wound that the nurse might have missed before she started to wrap her foot up on her own. Thank god for basic first aid, she didn't have to rely fully on the nurse to patch her up.

She was just opening her mouth to answer the hyper girl, who she thought may need to switch to decaf but seemed like a lot of fun nonetheless, when she started yammering on again. She gave a small chuckle, grinning. "Thanks! It's my favorite color." She told her easily, perfectly fine with swapping personal injury stories. There was nothing else to do in the infirmary right now, and it was always a fun thing to do. "And can you believe I did this all on my own? I was practicing out by the beach, managed to electrocute myself, and cut my foot on a rock or a shell or something when I fell into the water." She snorted at her own misfortune, really finding the whole thing rather amusing.