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radical_cowgirl[September 20th, 2011]
It was Circus-Helena's fault. She was the one that suggested the skate board. The fun scooter-like board with the wheels to ride and zoom around on. Edward looked and looked and looked, but she couldn't find one, at least not the way that Helena described it. But what she did find was almost as good, shoes with wheels. Not that Edward ever wore shoes or wheels, but they looked like fun, lots of fun, tons of fun and what could go wrong? The fact that Ein growled when she said that aloud wasn't reassuring, but Edward didn't pay it any mind.
There was adventure to be had!
They were difficult to manage, at least walking, but she managed until she hit the boardwalk and there... well, there she learned to roll, Ein walking beside her as she struggled to stay upright. Step by rolling step, she moved forward until she started to find a rhythm, pushing her feet forward and a little outward, gliding them back again. Zoom, zoom, zoom... It was getting to be fun and she started to gain a little more confidence, making Ein run to keep up and soon, soon Ein couldn't keep up at all and Edward was racing forward faster and faster and faster... It was like she was flying, soaring above the ground and she laughed at the trees, rooted to the ground and not able to keep up. She even managed to look backwards, waving over her shoulder at her best friend who's little legs didn't quite make the grade.
And then the curve came into view and Edward hadn't figured out how to stop which was probably a bad thing, she realized. Panicking and trying to slow, or turn, or something, her foot angled downward and physics took over. The skate's stop caught on a board and she fell forward, tumbling - and not in the happy way she usually did, in a painful, loud, cracking and scary way she couldn't control. Ein was barking and when Ed finally sat up, her vision was blurry and there was so much pain.
She didn't know what to do with all, it kept filling and filling and filling her up until it spilled over and Edward realized she was crying. Edward was crying and she hadn't done that... since the father-person left, the very first time when Edward was still Françoise Appledelhi and too young to realize that people left. She didn't make a sound, she just shook and tried to breathe around the wheezing and she held her arm because that was where most of the pain was coming from. When Ein came to a skidding stop next to her, Edward barely noticed. But there he was, sniffing at her arm, her legs, her head and finally moving away to begin barking louder than the Jet-person could yell.
And that was pretty loud.
Edward didn't hear him, her ears rang and she cried silently, not understanding exactly what happened or why it hurt so much, just knowing she didn't like it. She wanted it to stop. She wanted it to go away and it just wouldn't.
It was Circus-Helena's fault. She was the one that suggested the skate board. The fun scooter-like board with the wheels to ride and zoom around on. Edward looked and looked and looked, but she couldn't find one, at least not the way that Helena described it. But what she did find was almost as good, shoes with wheels. Not that Edward ever wore shoes or wheels, but they looked like fun, lots of fun, tons of fun and what could go wrong? The fact that Ein growled when she said that aloud wasn't reassuring, but Edward didn't pay it any mind.
There was adventure to be had!
They were difficult to manage, at least walking, but she managed until she hit the boardwalk and there... well, there she learned to roll, Ein walking beside her as she struggled to stay upright. Step by rolling step, she moved forward until she started to find a rhythm, pushing her feet forward and a little outward, gliding them back again. Zoom, zoom, zoom... It was getting to be fun and she started to gain a little more confidence, making Ein run to keep up and soon, soon Ein couldn't keep up at all and Edward was racing forward faster and faster and faster... It was like she was flying, soaring above the ground and she laughed at the trees, rooted to the ground and not able to keep up. She even managed to look backwards, waving over her shoulder at her best friend who's little legs didn't quite make the grade.
And then the curve came into view and Edward hadn't figured out how to stop which was probably a bad thing, she realized. Panicking and trying to slow, or turn, or something, her foot angled downward and physics took over. The skate's stop caught on a board and she fell forward, tumbling - and not in the happy way she usually did, in a painful, loud, cracking and scary way she couldn't control. Ein was barking and when Ed finally sat up, her vision was blurry and there was so much pain.
She didn't know what to do with all, it kept filling and filling and filling her up until it spilled over and Edward realized she was crying. Edward was crying and she hadn't done that... since the father-person left, the very first time when Edward was still Françoise Appledelhi and too young to realize that people left. She didn't make a sound, she just shook and tried to breathe around the wheezing and she held her arm because that was where most of the pain was coming from. When Ein came to a skidding stop next to her, Edward barely noticed. But there he was, sniffing at her arm, her legs, her head and finally moving away to begin barking louder than the Jet-person could yell.
And that was pretty loud.
Edward didn't hear him, her ears rang and she cried silently, not understanding exactly what happened or why it hurt so much, just knowing she didn't like it. She wanted it to stop. She wanted it to go away and it just wouldn't.
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Date: 2011-10-11 03:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-11 05:27 pm (UTC)Looking down at Ein, she decided to let him make the decision. Ein would know what to do, he was smart. He'd probably been paying attention the times the Spike-person came back to the Bebop all beat up, he would know what to do.
"Ein... what does Edward do?" She whimpered a little and understanding, Ein jumped up to give her a reassuring lick before looking at the handy helper-person with a look that clearly meant get on with it already.
Closing her eyes, hoping that not seeing would make it not hurt, she turned her head and moved her arm a little closer to Nick.