[h2][color=red]Wednesday[/color][/h2][hr]

So, all was going relatively well, or at least as well as could be expected. Rico had even shown some good use clearing foliage- which would save her from having to sharpen her machete later. Sure she had been relatively uneasy with the Sunflower Stalker being in the area, but she was never one to believe in the superstition that he brought bad luck. And then, as if fate had decided 'screw that woman in particular', a projectile of some kind had come from the forest and nailed her in the shoulder. Not long afterward, some innately annoying voice called out: [color=#FA271E]"Oops. Better dodge that, mysterious prisoner #3."[/color]

At that very moment, Wednesday knew she shouldn't have gotten out of her cot that day.

This wasn't the first time she had ever been shot. It likely wouldn't be the last time either. Because she had already been somewhat on guard, the bullet did not take her off of her feet, but it had stunned her. Her first instincts told her to pull her hand to her shoulder and apply pressure to the wound. Her second instincts caused her to stomp the ground and turn away- as if in some way attempting to walk the pain off. Her third instincts told her to do something far less useful.

[color=red]"Fuck! God-damn-shit-fuck!"[/color] She shouted, stumbling around in her hunched position. She felt her whole body heating up in self defense, but she forced herself to take a few deep breaths. She'd ruin all of her clothing and supplies. And she would likely set a good portion of the forest on fire. Not worth it. She'd kill this joker with her bare hands if she needed to. She was initially having a supremely bad time, but it seemed that her entourage had adopted her mouth. Captain Planet was getting ticked, which was much appreciated, and Estal had wasted no time in dropping the F-bomb. Wednesday ground her teeth and stood back up to her full height of 5'9 pressing into her wound in some futile effort to stop the bleeding. Estal asked if anyone was hurt.

[color=red]"I've been better."[/color] she said, wincing. She turned her eyes to her assailant, who had now claimed that he was 'friendly'. She clenched her slackened arm's fist into a tight ball and her arm began lighting up, as if it were molten glass, with her tattoos being black outlines juxtaposing against the bright yellow and orange appendage. The air swam around her arms, due to the heat radiating off of them. She bit back a snarl and her arm's tones returned to their normal colors.

[color=red]"Could've fuckin' fooled me."[/color] She sneered, restraining herself from branding a dick onto this asshole's forehead.

It wasn't even 5PM yet either [i]God damnit.[/i] She still had a whole day of bull to power through.

Great.

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