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[August 4, 2008][Original] Shell Shock
Title: Shell Shock
Day/Theme: Aug. 4, 2008 "Collateral damage"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Christine
Rating: PG-13
"Christine, you're like the mascot of the army!" a wounded soldier laughed. Many of his comrades joined in his merriment, though some were in too much pain to more than grimace at the fluttering butterfly of a woman who flitted mercifully between their cots fluffing pillows and wiping brows.
"Oooh, you fellows are too much!" the young woman scolded them teasingly.
"The bandage on my hand is coming loose, Christine- can you fix it for me?" a scruffy sergeant asked, raising a bloodied arm.
"Of course," she smiled and unwound the bandage. "You poor thing. Let's start over clean."
A tired orderly with sweat on his bandanna-wrapped brow tossed her a clean roll of bandages. The end came out and the linen stretched through the air like the tail of a kite. Christine deftly caught the roll. "Nice!" one onlooker applauded. She winked and went to re-bandage the torn and battered hand.
A deafening boom rang through the air. Christine winced. "Not another bombardment," complained a blinded man.
The tent flaps fluttered from the force of the blast. It had obviously hit very near their location. "They, um, they won't aim for hospital tents, will they?" Christine worried.
"It's hard to say," the nurse remarked cooly. He was used to working in high pressure situations and had been hearing the blasts for days. Recent advances in Ligaian gunpowder technology had led to bigger blasts, but there didn't seem to be any changes in rate of fire or aiming accuracy.
...It was the aiming issues that bothered Christine. The canoneers might be aiming for the battlefield, but one couldn't be entirely sure that they would strike their targets.
Now that she expected the bombardment to continue, she began to be able to pick out the whirring of the shells as they sped through the air. Whir-boom! She edged to the front of the tent and lifted the flap to peer out at the dark sky. It was illuminated orange and crimson with each explosion. The Siigart Fortress stood solidly, taking each volley the Ligaians threw at it. The fortifications set on the ground were another matter- charred, splintered wood flying through the air along with equipment and battered bodies. She had been fighting back this feeling for a while since arriving at the battlefield, but now, as her face was lit up by the flames, Christine could not deny that she was utterly, entirely afraid.
Whir-boom!
Day/Theme: Aug. 4, 2008 "Collateral damage"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Christine
Rating: PG-13
"Christine, you're like the mascot of the army!" a wounded soldier laughed. Many of his comrades joined in his merriment, though some were in too much pain to more than grimace at the fluttering butterfly of a woman who flitted mercifully between their cots fluffing pillows and wiping brows.
"Oooh, you fellows are too much!" the young woman scolded them teasingly.
"The bandage on my hand is coming loose, Christine- can you fix it for me?" a scruffy sergeant asked, raising a bloodied arm.
"Of course," she smiled and unwound the bandage. "You poor thing. Let's start over clean."
A tired orderly with sweat on his bandanna-wrapped brow tossed her a clean roll of bandages. The end came out and the linen stretched through the air like the tail of a kite. Christine deftly caught the roll. "Nice!" one onlooker applauded. She winked and went to re-bandage the torn and battered hand.
A deafening boom rang through the air. Christine winced. "Not another bombardment," complained a blinded man.
The tent flaps fluttered from the force of the blast. It had obviously hit very near their location. "They, um, they won't aim for hospital tents, will they?" Christine worried.
"It's hard to say," the nurse remarked cooly. He was used to working in high pressure situations and had been hearing the blasts for days. Recent advances in Ligaian gunpowder technology had led to bigger blasts, but there didn't seem to be any changes in rate of fire or aiming accuracy.
...It was the aiming issues that bothered Christine. The canoneers might be aiming for the battlefield, but one couldn't be entirely sure that they would strike their targets.
Now that she expected the bombardment to continue, she began to be able to pick out the whirring of the shells as they sped through the air. Whir-boom! She edged to the front of the tent and lifted the flap to peer out at the dark sky. It was illuminated orange and crimson with each explosion. The Siigart Fortress stood solidly, taking each volley the Ligaians threw at it. The fortifications set on the ground were another matter- charred, splintered wood flying through the air along with equipment and battered bodies. She had been fighting back this feeling for a while since arriving at the battlefield, but now, as her face was lit up by the flames, Christine could not deny that she was utterly, entirely afraid.
Whir-boom!