The Fantastic District 2

[FloraFauna Profile]

Lorne tried to clear her throat and twist the liquid out of her clothes. "Right," she started, dominantly. "First we need to set up more of a camp here, if we want to stay much longer I mean. This place looks like rubbish." she stated. Her body ached, but she felt a major improvement since the night before. She helped herself up and dragged her legs stiffly across the room to where Mark was and stood above him expectantly. 'Well?" she asked patiently.

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"Shut up," said Mark, hiding a yawn behind his hand.

[FloraFauna Profile]

"Oh, come on Mr.Lazypants! We need to keep moving or we'll just be lying around here for days." she said sharply. Lorne rolled her eyes and prodded Mark in the side with her less wounded foot weakly.

[Mia106 Profile]

*sopgie lays on the other side of the barn, groaning*

[Mia106 Profile]

*her head throbs with pain, and a small stream of blood drivbles through her hair*

[FloraFauna Profile]

Lorne flinched and grabbed her side quickly, hoping the pressure would dull the constant pain. She turned from Mark and began pushing items into neater piles with her feet, afraid that if she bent down she wouldn't get back up.

[Mia106 Profile]

*sophie groans loudly, unable to Actualy make out words*

[FloraFauna Profile]

"I ain't helping you, look what you did to me?" she said loudly, answering Sophie's groans. She gestured to her ribcage as she lifted part of her soggy shirt to reveal blue and purple battered bruises. She mumbled under her breath as she continued to kick boxes around uselessly.

[Mia106 Profile]

*Sophie just responds with a loud groan*

[FloraFauna Profile]

Lorne frowned at her response but basically ignored it. She bravely held her breath and leaned down to organize more effectively, no longer gripping her ribs in pain. She squatted on the ground carefully, and shoved four crates of blankets and sheets together in a row against a wall near the door. The she eased up slowly and opened the boxes, took a thick wool blanket and several sheets and closed it again, cloths in hand. She then laid the wool and cotton over the wooden row of crates neatly, and limped over to where Sophie was laying. She grabbed the girl by her foot and dragged her roughly across the floor, picking up a pillow in the process.