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Sept 7, 2017 5:54:51 GMT -5
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Post by Mercy Lockheart on Sept 7, 2017 5:54:51 GMT -5
There was a loud ringing in Mercy's ears as she slowly came through and was slowly opening her eyes. Everything was a haze in her vision as she tried to sit up. But her body was racked with pain all over which caused her to groan a bit. From her head all the way down to her calves were hurting. As her vision was starting to clear up, she noticed one major Detail, She wasn't at San Simeon. Feeling panic hitting her and thinking of the guys are the Peso Jail, she forced herself up and seated up a bit so that she could see what was around her. If she sat up fully, she would have most likely screamed, but where she was, she could see, Tamara in the front seat? 'Wait a minute....is this....the Bronco?' She thought to her herself as she looked slowly around as she saw vehicles all around them, including the Viper that Masumi's Cousin drove and the RV itself. It was night time and a good deal of people were asleep, meanwhile, she was in the back seat laying there. Her eyes drifted around the area and saw that they were in fact, Not at San Simeon. They were in what looked like a park of some kind as there was trees everywhere and signs stating about trails. Looking down at her self, she saw that her tank top had a bit of blood on it with a whole lot of dirt and she was still wearing her black shorts. 'How long was I out for?' she thought to herself as she was trying to Recall the last moments that had happened....and this is what she could remember....
7:49 AM, A Few hours before the Earthquake.
Waking up, she saw Tamara laying there beside her on the bed. Mercy loved to wake up before Tamara because Tamara always slept cute. Either snuggled up and fully consumed by the blankets or she was curled up and made a somewhat nest while she slept. This morning, they both were cuddled up with each other. Leaning forward a bit, she kissed Tamara on the forehead, then on the cheek and then on the lips before getting up and out of bed fully. It's been a week or so since she had her surgery and was tired of being in the blasted bed almost all day and night. Stretching her arms, she stood up and looked around. On her was a tank top and her black baggy shorts that was tied tight to hug her body. Walking over towards the bathroom, she really had to pee. Closing the door behind her, she sat down and....A few moments later, she flushes the toilet, and washed her hands. Walking back out, she saw that Tamara was still sleeping. Mercy wanted to climb back into bed and join her soon to be wife again and cuddle with her, watch her until she finally awakened for the day. But, she had other plans in mind. Walking over towards the one bar that is used to hold jackets and wet clothing, she tested it out and saw it could hold her weight without a problem. Shrugging her shoulders, she began to do pulls up's and then reverse pull ups which was pulling up to the bar with your shoulders and the back of your neck touching the bar instead of the chin. Letting go of the bar and landing on her feet, she was starting to get a good sweat going on. Looking at the bar and how it's placed, she began to think to herself. Shaking her head, she walked over to her shoes and socks and slid them both on.
With shoes and socks on, she pulled her hair into a ponytail and tied it so it was tight. She didn't want any loose hair getting into her eyes. Opening the door, she stepped out of their bedroom and closed the door gently behind her. Cracking her neck and back and then stretching her legs out, she hopped a few times and began to jog down the halls of the third floor of San Simeon's massive length and size. Breathing slowly in through her mouth and out of her nose, she could hear her heart beating fast in her ears as she kept on running through the halls and even greeting a couple of people a 'hello' or a 'good morning'. She was in a happy mood and was in a good place. When she thought of the times she was in bed and how Tamara treated her like she was the world, she began to blush a fair shade of red. Stopping at the other end of the building, she placed her hands on her hips and was trying to control her breathing. Looking up at the ceiling, she let out a very long and slow breath as she tried to calm her heart rate down and also, to try and not think about the dull aching pain in her stomach and lower region. Turning around, she jogged her butt the way she came. It would have taken a while for her to do so, but she didn't care. She was happy that she was out of the bed finally. Not that she didn't love the attention from Tamara, it just made her feel useless while she was in the bed for a week or not longer under them blankets. Picking up the speed, Mercy went into a full hard sprint as her feet hitting the ground was heard as she went through the bends and turns and was now on the straight away towards their bedroom and even towards the Bedroom of Sarah and Masumi. Slowing down and breathing very fast now, she was at the point of gasping as she hunched over, placing a hand on a chair and slowly sat down in it.
7:49 AM, A Few hours before the Earthquake.
Waking up, she saw Tamara laying there beside her on the bed. Mercy loved to wake up before Tamara because Tamara always slept cute. Either snuggled up and fully consumed by the blankets or she was curled up and made a somewhat nest while she slept. This morning, they both were cuddled up with each other. Leaning forward a bit, she kissed Tamara on the forehead, then on the cheek and then on the lips before getting up and out of bed fully. It's been a week or so since she had her surgery and was tired of being in the blasted bed almost all day and night. Stretching her arms, she stood up and looked around. On her was a tank top and her black baggy shorts that was tied tight to hug her body. Walking over towards the bathroom, she really had to pee. Closing the door behind her, she sat down and....A few moments later, she flushes the toilet, and washed her hands. Walking back out, she saw that Tamara was still sleeping. Mercy wanted to climb back into bed and join her soon to be wife again and cuddle with her, watch her until she finally awakened for the day. But, she had other plans in mind. Walking over towards the one bar that is used to hold jackets and wet clothing, she tested it out and saw it could hold her weight without a problem. Shrugging her shoulders, she began to do pulls up's and then reverse pull ups which was pulling up to the bar with your shoulders and the back of your neck touching the bar instead of the chin. Letting go of the bar and landing on her feet, she was starting to get a good sweat going on. Looking at the bar and how it's placed, she began to think to herself. Shaking her head, she walked over to her shoes and socks and slid them both on.
With shoes and socks on, she pulled her hair into a ponytail and tied it so it was tight. She didn't want any loose hair getting into her eyes. Opening the door, she stepped out of their bedroom and closed the door gently behind her. Cracking her neck and back and then stretching her legs out, she hopped a few times and began to jog down the halls of the third floor of San Simeon's massive length and size. Breathing slowly in through her mouth and out of her nose, she could hear her heart beating fast in her ears as she kept on running through the halls and even greeting a couple of people a 'hello' or a 'good morning'. She was in a happy mood and was in a good place. When she thought of the times she was in bed and how Tamara treated her like she was the world, she began to blush a fair shade of red. Stopping at the other end of the building, she placed her hands on her hips and was trying to control her breathing. Looking up at the ceiling, she let out a very long and slow breath as she tried to calm her heart rate down and also, to try and not think about the dull aching pain in her stomach and lower region. Turning around, she jogged her butt the way she came. It would have taken a while for her to do so, but she didn't care. She was happy that she was out of the bed finally. Not that she didn't love the attention from Tamara, it just made her feel useless while she was in the bed for a week or not longer under them blankets. Picking up the speed, Mercy went into a full hard sprint as her feet hitting the ground was heard as she went through the bends and turns and was now on the straight away towards their bedroom and even towards the Bedroom of Sarah and Masumi. Slowing down and breathing very fast now, she was at the point of gasping as she hunched over, placing a hand on a chair and slowly sat down in it.