Welcome to Hell.

At the moment, I'm in the middle of nowhere. I'm almost very positive there is no... well... anything here. But when I go back home, I'll definitely pick your brain.
I like bruises. They're always... wonderful reminders of things... Well. Usually.
 
Yes...yes they are. Even when I had cleat marks on my face...I was like

"Dude! I got kicked in the face! And I still won the challenge!" :p
 
Lol I'm sure you won't wait too long. I didn't get black eyes often. Usually it was because I got kneed in the nose. But this one time...a teammate took a shot at the nets and I was less than ten feet from her. I took the ball to the face. She kicks hard enough to shake scoreboards. I had the adidas symbol imprinted on my cheek bone and my eye was bloodshot and swollen for like a week.
 
Most of our injuries happen during practice. It's actually hilarious. All of the black eyes I've witnessed have happened during touch practice. Not tackle. Just touch. We play hard. (Not really. I don't understand how we keep hurting ourselves.)
Stretches again, contorting her body in weird ways and then finally resting with her legs straight.
 
Practice is a prime place for injury, really. You're trying new things, focusing on techniques instead of what's around you and such. I was mostly injured during practices.

She smiles slowly and nods to those extended legs.

Make sure you keep those moving.
 
Sorry, my friend came in, high as fuck, and decided that she needed to hide out here because her ex was looking for her, and she didn't want to talk to her in her current condition... So I had to deal with that. Didn't mean to disappear.
My shoulders and back are the really sore things. It hurts to remove my clothes.
 
A Wolfling wanders into her second home, carrying her lap top and a glass pitcher filled with lemonade. Making her way toward the fire, she soon settles in a near by chair and calls a lap board into existence.

She owes words...

and tis time to work on them.
 
Looks up, honey brown eyes focused on the flames. Next bit due is for a Moon Lady...she plots, quietly while sipping lemonade. When she has the basic answer, she pulls up word and starts to type.
 
The Tigress drops back down through the flaming door. Her mood brought her here. She is not quite happy or sad, but feeling as if something is missing. She isn't sure what it is. She could be exhausted and its a bi product of the long week. The defenses she keeps against her own inner demons fall the more tired she is. She moves straight through the common room and into one of the fitness rooms down a level or two. She strips off her hoodie, wraps her hands in MMA gloves and lifts her gaze to the heavy bag. She steps forward, her body slipping naturally into the rhythm of athletics. She lets her mind empty and follows the beat of her heart.
 
Wanders in, a warm blanket wrapped around her, and calls out to anyone who may be around. She accidentally scared a friend the other day by not alerting her to her presence, and she's learned her lesson. She finds a couch and curls up on it, not wanting to move much today.
 
The Tigress pauses mid strike against the heavy bag, hearing a voice in the common room. She steps back from the bag, her pale skin shimmering just slightly with a thin layer of sweat. She pulls off the MMA gloves and tosses them aside, knowing a minion or two will likely clean the room later. She stretches lean, limber muscles and walks out to the common room, eyeing a Lily. A slight smile touches her lips and she nods to her before heading to the bar for a bottle of water.
 
Smiles at the sweaty woman, considering telling her that she manages to make working out look good but deciding against it, saving flirty comments for when she knows her better.

What do you recommend for shoulders that are sore as all hell?
 
She turns and leans her back against the bar, taking a slow sip of water. She studies the girl and tilts her head curiously.

That depends. Is this before or after practice? And is it muscle soreness or bruising?
 
Rubs her shoulders, wincing slightly.
Day after a game. I swear half of that game was just people trying to rip me in half.
And a mixture of bruising and sore, I think.
 
Then I suggest icing your bruises for a little bit. After the skin warms up again, a really hot shower where it just beats down on your shoulders for a while. Try to keep stretching them a bit and and taking an NSAID like Motrin will help a bit.
 
I wonder where I could get ice from...
Thanks!
I feel like ick right now.
How're you?
(Sorry, I got dragged to food.)
 
Lol don't apologize. Food is important. If you don't have fridges and stuff in your dorms, I'd say a convenience store.
 
Food is definitely good. Although the food here is... Meh.
Yeh, our fridges don't work well as freezers... Unless we turn the entire fridge into one...
My friend is offering me icy hot. I really hate the smell, but I'm very tempted.
 
Not too bad....I haven't gone outside yet lol. I will here in a little bit, though. I'm being a lazy, dorky ass by playing WoW :p
 
Wolfling wanders into Limbo proper.
Muscular legs covered by low rider, indigo jeans.
Upper body wearing fitted baby tee in brilliant white.

She steps quickly from real world to hell world with barely a pause nor a noise, her honey brown eyes focused intently upon the bar and the succubus waiting just behind the shiny hard wood top.

Voice when she speaks is husky, alto verging toward tenor.


Water. Ice. Pitcher.
 
The Tigress glances over at the wolf from her leaning position at the bar. She is topless, save a sports bra and looking very much like she had just finished a work out. She tilted her head to the side, a sly smile touching her lip. She leans over and presses her lips to a wolfling's cheek.

Hello, wolfling...
 
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