[AW] The pain and the itch

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POSTED: Thu May 09, 2013 12:40 am

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Her toes felt itchy, not the kind of itchy she could just use her sharp teeth to relieve, but it was a kind of itch in her bones. It was not so much concerning as it was annoying. It felt like she needed to move, and it was really getting to be bothersome. It was a pressure in her limbs, and it was driving her absolutely insane. And she was getting antsy for her first shift, which was sure to be soon, only because she really wanted it to happen now.

Annabeth absently scratched at a foot with the other, completely ineffective considering that she had no fingers to properly dig her nails into the itch. Her face was twisted into a scowl, staring at nothing at all as she thought about the pressure in her bones. She had not told her father yet about it, and never really planned to. She did not bother him with the minutia, and this was not going to kill her. So instead she strolled without a purpose but appearing to have one through the Fort.

The girl passed by the empty houses, ignoring their blank windows staring at her, accusing her of absolutely nothing. Annabeth made faces at the empty spaces, wondering where her sister had run off to. She wanted to tumble with her, or get into trouble, but she was otherwise missing. What was the point of having a sister if she was not going to mess around with her? And no Alexander to tease was not giving her any ideas. Her older cousins and nieces and nephews were already shifted, unfit companions for her. Oh, she felt useless.

Angry now, of course, the girl pressed herself against an empty shed, hearing the wood creak against her side. Her face was puffed out as her blue eyes stormed, peering angrily around her. And then a resounding creak made her freeze before she fell to her side. Dust rose up around her as the wooden boards lay under her, and something stabbed at her side in a pinching manner. She gingerly rose, and her head twisted to eye the broken wood, and saw the splinter that was stuck under her skin, on her belly. Her eyes widened, and the fear began to fill her throat like angry bile. And then the rage began, and the girl roared out, the ferociousness marred by youth. "Oh, god damn this fooking thing!" she swore, her choice of language highly inappropriate for a girl her age.

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POSTED: Thu May 09, 2013 2:02 am

Callum was on a similar non-mission, though he walked with a purpose through the center of town. A raw rabbit haunch was clasped in one hand, a hammer in the other, ostensibly to be used for repairing buildings. Or that was the boy's story in any case; he had yet to wield the hammer against anything. It was a front for his otherwise layabout existence, though the young man feared he would be unable to hold onto his inactivity much longer. Sooner or later someone was going to stick their foot up his rear and make him work.

He would not have believed it would be so soon, nor that it would be his aunt that provided the work. A crash moved his purposeful walk into a hurrying trot, though he did not quite relinquish his hold on the meat. In fact, he raised it to his mouth and took another bite of meat... just in time to hear the cursing from the younger girl before him, at the source of the noise he had followed. Half-chewed meat shot from his mouth, and his face contorted into a condescending frown that he turned upon Annabeth's blonde face.

"If Grandda heard you talking like that, he would whoop you silly," he warned seriously, and then his face brightened into a smile. "All the better reason to tell him as soon as I see him, aye?" As the final words left his mouth, he looked over Annabeth hopefully without her noticing he was doing so, and found the reason for her disgruntled attitude. "Need help with that?" Sticking the haunch between his teeth, Callum bent down and then took a knee to get himself nearer the younger pup. He didn't think there was much damage done from the wood in her side, but it probably hurt, and Cal was as qualified as Morty to take such a small sliver of wood from skin. He'd done so for himself more times than he could count.

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POSTED: Mon May 13, 2013 11:26 pm

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She was almost fully grown as a six month old unshifted canine was going to get, and she still felt like such a child because she was still on her four legs. It made her feel bulky and juvenile and made everything so much harder. She could not open doors without hands or handle small, fine objects, and it made her angry. And when she was angry she was usually a lot more mouthy and vulgar. Kids always overheard the darnedest things, especially when small and unobtrusive enough to avoid detection. Annabeth did enjoy her games of secret scout and always managed to find SOMETHING before being quickly caught.

But the splinter in her side now made her anger bubble a bit as she stared at the shard sticking out of her skin. It stung! It was not a pain so much so as a discomforting prickle against her flesh. It had not gone deep but it did not feel good at all. If she shifted her body a bit, it poked and made her wince and eyes water briefly before tears were fought off. Big girls did not cry, not over splinters.

The smell of a familiar figure made her look up at her nephew. NEPHEW who towered over her already. Wasn't that just swell, an older nephew hovering over her looking all smug. The smell coming from his mouth, chewing wide open, made her wrinkle her nose, hardly prettily. "If Papa saw you chewing like a barbarian, he'd smack you upside the head," she countered, mocking him. His threat only made her eyes darken, though she did nothing but smolder at him, tight lipped.

But his offer was damn tempting. Annabeth sighed, and slowly moved herself to provide the best angle for him to pull out the splinter, making her hold her breath in anticipation of the event. "Just yank it, afore I decide I want an earring in m'belly."

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POSTED: Mon Jun 17, 2013 6:06 am

Smacking his lips meatily for effect, Callum knelt still closer to his aunt. He rubbed his greasy hand on his thigh, then extended a single claw to hook carefully around the far side of the splinter. He placed his thumb against it, and about the time Annabeth exhaled, he yanked, then scurried back several feet. The pain taken care of, he returned to mocking Annabeth. "Go ahead and get an earring in your belly. Gives everyone something to yank when they see you, not to mention every bush you run face-first into."

The young man stood and dusted himself off, then grabbed hold of his food again and took a big chomp out of it. Teasing Anna was so much fun, even if "he'd pay for it later" because she'd "get bigger than him" or some such. Who cared what was going to happen like.. never. Now he could do what he wished and pay no more than a stitch or three when she bit him.

Resting his back against a more sturdy piece of wood than she had, Callum glared condescendingly at Annabeth, daring her to try to bite or scratch or tattle on him. He could run and disappear faster than she knew. Or he thought he could. He supposed he would find out for sure if she came for him.

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POSTED: Tue Jun 18, 2013 5:41 pm

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The splinter was pulled out of her skin and the girl whimpered at the pain, eyes shut tight. She almost felt tears, almost, but her eyes did seem to burn a little when she opened them again. The pain ebbed away, the fierce pinching gone and replaced with an aching numbness. She brushed the spot with her elbow as best as she could, but with no fingers to rub at it, it was a futile effort that allotted almost no real comfort to her. Annabeth sniffed a tad, trying to make it seem like it had not hurt at all. Her brave face was on and as the pain faded, she was no longer afraid. Not that she had been.

Callum took his food again, and chomped down on it like some savage animal. He was a savage animal, wasn't he? Annabeth's eyes narrowed. She did not want to thank him for helping her. Not that she wasn't grateful, she was just ungrateful that it had been him to do it for her.

So she chose to mock him in return, and she'd do a better job of it than the dumb monkey before her. "If you was any kind of smart, you'd know I was bein' sarcastic." Anna's eyes narrowed at him, her tongue poking out at him. What a dummy he was sometimes. He was acting all high and mighty just because he had hands and could be tall and reach things. What a smarmy dummy. "You are sooooooo lucky that I am all magnamus and stuff, or else I'd tell my brother just what kind of slob you is."

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