Impromptu Checkup [C]

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Estelle Tambling

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“Urk!”[break][break]

Okay!... No sudden moves. Got it. Her body was still screaming at the idea of doing things quickly, let alone with the same flamboyant flair she usually had. She took a few moments to regain her composure, steady breathing, in and out. There. She refused to cry like a little baby like last time she pushed her body too hard after her first F1 outing. The pace of those cars compared to F2 was like night and day, and that reality was rearing its beautiful, but rather painful head on her.[break][break]

She thought to look around and see if anyone else was there, but not even that was something she felt was wise. Not after she did a number on her neck in one of the turns of a practice lap, which effectively eliminated her from free practice for that day. She still saw fit to return and get whatever she could from her teammate, Giovinazzi. Still, it was a disappointing thing to not be able to train, and she couldn’t help but sigh whenever she thought about it.[break][break]

Clutching her left side as she usually did in cases like these, she would slowly close her locker door. She would usually go for a walk at times like these, but her body was much too sore for that, ands he thought better of it. Hell, several bruises riddled her body, and some could be seen on her arms and legs. It really wasn’t a pretty sight, and some might assume the worst about it, even if it was just her driving like a maniac in her F1 car.[break][break]

“Bloody hell…” She muttered, finally turning around to walk away. Slowly.

in more pain than an old man with a walking stick

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The way Fukui Academy campus was laid out made it impossible to not notice the athletic fields, even in the distance. Sure, the school was an arts school, but Estelle found it oddly comforting that both mind and body were being honed. The myriad of athletes were enthusiastic with their sports as they were with their studies, and while the Head Nurse appreciated the passion and energy, she wished that the rate of injuries wasn't so high. Don't be a hero. That phrased echoed in Estelle's mind as walked down the central pathway of the campus and into the main building. In the context of Estelle's previous life, the meaning of that phrase was unambiguous and covered a wide spread of situations. But to translate that notion to the students here was difficult and Estelle felt like she wasn't doing a good enough job of it, though not due to lack of effort. Spring was turning into Summer, giving the old sailor ample lighting to walk slowly down the hallway to her office, her boots echoing softly in the empty halls. But with her mind wandering and pondering elsewhere, the cheerful atmosphere seemed to be going to waste, at least until the sound of reflexive pain reached Estelle's ears. Years...it had been years since she left her old life behind and still that sound spurred her into action, instantly transforming her mindset. Slow plodding footsteps morphed into a rapid but quiet run. The voice was ahead but down a perpendicular hall, and out of reflex, Estelle hugged the corner of the wall at the intersection and peeked around, just enough to see a dyed brunette at her locker, clutching at her side. It took only a moment longer to see no one else around, then one more to lock into the medley of bruises visible on the arms and legs. They were...vaguely familiar, and as Estelle mentally transitioned from her high alert state to her jovial facade, she seemed to recall a poor green tanker and his run-in with a few unsecured pieces of ammo. "Good morning, <deary>," Estelle said as she properly walked around the corner and down the hall, her usual customary greeting of mixed Japanese and English. Like with the deliberate dampening of her footsteps before, Estelle now purposefully made her boots echo just a little more solidly to announce her approach before stopping sharply and gesturing to the girl to follow. "Come, to my office. Let's get some ice." It wasn't an order. Estelle knew couldn't order people around as she used to. And for now, Estelle hoped she didn't need to dip into her more forceful wiles.

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