Post by Victoria Tealman on Apr 24, 2007 19:21:25 GMT -5
Vikki stood in a corner of the medical tent, wringing her hands nervously. The nurse was attending to someone she'd accidently wacked in the head with her camera (which was now broken now, thanks.) "I'm so, so, so sorry!" she said again. The guy looked over at her and shrugged, saying, "It was an accident. It hardly hurts." He smiled at her, but winced when the nurse began cleaning the cut with peroxide or something. Vikki bit her lip, feeling worse. "No, it's not okay!" she said. She sighed and stopped wringing her hands, leaning against a table instead, her arms folded across her chest. Her messy brown hair fell infront of her face, but she made no effort to brush it away. Since arriving at Tombstone, she'd had nothing but bad luck. Employees at Rolling Stone were totally chewing her out (she didn't really know why.) And now she had injured someone. All in the span of two days. She just had a natural ability to harm herself and those around her. She was terribly clumsy, as anyone could agree, if they knew her. She could trip over any surface, one way or another; even a flat, even one. She'd once broken her arm falling down a flight of stairs, and broken an ankle simply by falling down while she was jogging. Yeah. Luck was not on her side. She stood there, drumming her fingers on the table absentmindedly. "Hey, I can replace that camera for you," the guy said. She looked down, seeing that her camera was destroyed. Oops. "Oh, no, that's okay. I have another one," Vikki said, giving the man a big smile. She went back to staring at the ground, her fingers keeping up some random but steady beat.
