01-28-2020, 09:03 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]If it's any consolation prize, Elwin hears something crack in his body when he lands hard on his hands and knees. Pain shoots up his forearm, pulsing in his wrist, and as quickly as he can, he yanks it away from the ice, sitting back on his bruised knees to clutch his poor wrist. "Ow, fuck," he mutters, shooting a glare in Freddie's direction, as if this is somehow his fault. This wouldn't have happened if his face wasn't so infuriating. Maybe then Elwin wouldn't have had the unbearable urge to knock the fucker down.
Despite his throbbing wrist, Elwin makes a one-armed attempt to get to his feet, which doesn't go very far, since as soon as he tries to stand, something knocks the air out of his lungs and sends him tumbling back onto his side, sliding a few feet across the ice. Motherfucker. Oh, yeah, Freddie is so dead now. Elwin has already resolved to murder that little bastard whenever he gets the chance... whenever he can get back on his feet. "I'm gonna wring your fucking neck!" he calls after Freddie, now clutching his poor, poor ribs.
Luckily for him, he manages to stand on shaky legs without immediately going back down. He's not going to go after Freddie at the moment, given the fact that he'd have witnesses (and his entire body hurts now.) God, he's probably going to be one big, walking bruise in the morning.
Instead of mauling Freddie and spilling his damn blood all over the ice, he sort of just slides here and there, on arm held out to try and maintain his balance while the other hangs more or less limp at his side. He'll look at it later. The ice starts to pull him in Edmund's direction, who looks particularly horrified by the sight, though he can't possibly discern why. It's just frozen water. "Afraid of falling or something?" he asks, giving the man a nudge. "'S not so bad."
Despite his throbbing wrist, Elwin makes a one-armed attempt to get to his feet, which doesn't go very far, since as soon as he tries to stand, something knocks the air out of his lungs and sends him tumbling back onto his side, sliding a few feet across the ice. Motherfucker. Oh, yeah, Freddie is so dead now. Elwin has already resolved to murder that little bastard whenever he gets the chance... whenever he can get back on his feet. "I'm gonna wring your fucking neck!" he calls after Freddie, now clutching his poor, poor ribs.
Luckily for him, he manages to stand on shaky legs without immediately going back down. He's not going to go after Freddie at the moment, given the fact that he'd have witnesses (and his entire body hurts now.) God, he's probably going to be one big, walking bruise in the morning.
Instead of mauling Freddie and spilling his damn blood all over the ice, he sort of just slides here and there, on arm held out to try and maintain his balance while the other hangs more or less limp at his side. He'll look at it later. The ice starts to pull him in Edmund's direction, who looks particularly horrified by the sight, though he can't possibly discern why. It's just frozen water. "Afraid of falling or something?" he asks, giving the man a nudge. "'S not so bad."
[sub]the artist formerly known as hal[/sub]
Hoot gives Hal’s body a hug