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♨ Six Apples and Cinnamon - Action ♨
Apr. 11th, 2010 01:47 pm[The rain puts a damper on Winry's plans. She had intended to spread out a blanket, and eat outside the smithy during her lunch break today. Instead she stays inside, sitting by the couch. She welcomes all who come in, whether they be costumers, or just seeking refuge from the rain. In front of her she has a sandwich, and a juice box.]
[But that's just the pleasant part. If one enters the smithy they'll first hear her humming merrily. Though once they see her they might be surprised. Winry is covered in her own blood as she rips into her left forearm with a screwdriver. The girl tears through skin and muscle while she 'works.' If her arm was a prosthetic, this is how she'd be working on it. Alas, it's still only flesh.]
(ooc: TL;DR She's mutilating herself. Have fun!)
[But that's just the pleasant part. If one enters the smithy they'll first hear her humming merrily. Though once they see her they might be surprised. Winry is covered in her own blood as she rips into her left forearm with a screwdriver. The girl tears through skin and muscle while she 'works.' If her arm was a prosthetic, this is how she'd be working on it. Alas, it's still only flesh.]
(ooc: TL;DR She's mutilating herself. Have fun!)
