A Great Hatred For Stairs
*somehow, Temari has managed to get back inside the dorm building without getting stuck in any doorways with mistletoe-- and is now idly stumbling through the first floor hallway to the stairwell*
*snorts to herself, holding onto her injured arm and shoulder-- she hadn't realized until she got this far that it was dislocated from the fall out the 2nd story window of the music room with Hidan after their battle-- and leans agaisnt the walls to give herself some balance*
God-boy did get me good. *can't help but smirk-- he may have injured her pretty well, but at least he had a gaping hole in his chest*
*when she finally reaches the stairwell, she looks up--- they are a lot steeper, and there are a lot more of them than she ever remembered being there*
.... *with a defeated sigh, she leans her head agaisnt her arm, eyes flitting up the stairwell again*
There's no way I'm going to be able to make it to the sixth floor and get into my room.
*turns around and lets herself slide against the wall-- nevermind the blood smear that follows her down, from the gash in her back and side-- and sits there, exhausted*
And here I thought I could say there wasn't a winner in that fight-- damn God-boy.
[OOC: Temari needs help getting up to her room, some chastizement for trying to battle an Akatsuki member without her fan or jutsus, and some medical treatment (whichever you prefer). Feel free to come and offer some words or a hand as you please. I'll be stepping out for a moment but I'll be back to respond.
EDIT: Okay, so Sakura healed her. The door to her room is open, feel free to drop in/bother/pester/question her. Her wit and sarcasm won't sting, I swear.]
*snorts to herself, holding onto her injured arm and shoulder-- she hadn't realized until she got this far that it was dislocated from the fall out the 2nd story window of the music room with Hidan after their battle-- and leans agaisnt the walls to give herself some balance*
God-boy did get me good. *can't help but smirk-- he may have injured her pretty well, but at least he had a gaping hole in his chest*
*when she finally reaches the stairwell, she looks up--- they are a lot steeper, and there are a lot more of them than she ever remembered being there*
.... *with a defeated sigh, she leans her head agaisnt her arm, eyes flitting up the stairwell again*
There's no way I'm going to be able to make it to the sixth floor and get into my room.
*turns around and lets herself slide against the wall-- nevermind the blood smear that follows her down, from the gash in her back and side-- and sits there, exhausted*
And here I thought I could say there wasn't a winner in that fight-- damn God-boy.
[OOC: Temari needs help getting up to her room, some chastizement for trying to battle an Akatsuki member without her fan or jutsus, and some medical treatment (whichever you prefer). Feel free to come and offer some words or a hand as you please. I'll be stepping out for a moment but I'll be back to respond.
EDIT: Okay, so Sakura healed her. The door to her room is open, feel free to drop in/bother/pester/question her. Her wit and sarcasm won't sting, I swear.]