RPG This is Earth

[Allamorph]

[SIZE="1"][align=justify]I?d known the café was history as soon as I?d seen the flames. Wood architecture plus fire is not a healthy combination, and petrol certainly doesn?t help anything. But I?d been on duty, so it had been my job to herd the rest of the customers out of the place?not that many really wanted to stay, but you never know who might get the bright idea to take some compensation with them.

I?d remembered the liquor almost too late, and I?d barely cleared the building myself when it had exploded, the shockwave of superhot air throwing me violently down into the street. I?d recovered almost instantly, but in my disorientation I hadn?t felt the car coming from my left as I?d leapt to my feet. Thankfully, my quick reactions had turned the collision into a mere grazing, but the impact had left my right side numb, and I?d limped gamely home as quickly as possible, darting into alleys and backstreets to avoid the stares of other, normal people.

Alejandro had met me at the door; his senses must have told him I was coming. I?d fallen into him, my head still reeling from the blast, mumbling how he shouldn?t be up. He?d only responded with a reproving look.

I?d flinched at his embrace as sudden pain had shot through my shoulder; the blow from the car must have dislocated it, and the daze of the explosion combined with my adrenaline must have kept me from feeling it until now. Noticing my injury, my brother had reached a hand up and gently reset the bone, and I?d clutched at him, hissing a mild curse through my teeth, hot tears stinging my eyes, my nails digging into his back. Then the room had spun?.

I wake on the couch I?d left my brother lying on this afternoon. A large Ziploc bag filled with ice is resting on my head; it hasn?t been there long, since there is barely any condensation on my skin. I guess I?ve been unconscious for maybe a half-hour or so. Holding the ice-pack to my forehead with the heel of my hand, I sit slowly up, gingerly stretching and testing my muscles. Aside from my shoulder, which is still a little sore, I feel fine, and thankfully my head no longer seems to think that Up is sideways. I?m still a bit groggy, but I know the feeling won?t last long.

I hear Abuela moving around in the kitchen. Mother is with her, fussing at her again for some reason or other. I tune out their voices; Mother has a knack for finding things to fuss about, and I am not in the mood for arguments, mine or otherwise. Besides, I know Abuela will win, whatever it is. She has a patience for my mother that I do not.

Abruptly, I realize that I reek of smoke. I get up and head to the back of the apartment for a shower and a change of clothes, and to see what damage has been done to my hair.[/align]

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[FONT="Arial"]OOC:I apologize for being so long gone. My road is rough and bumpy right now, but I'm not down yet.
I'll touch on the flyer next post.[/FONT][/SIZE]