Post by Beau LaRoux on May 25, 2014 21:53:39 GMT -6
Beau grunted but worked to lift the dead branch onto a nearby wheelbarrow. He sighed and rubbed at his brow with the back of his head, wincing as the motion irritated his wounds. Technically, he could be taking it easy. He had for a day or so after the attacks. Nobody blamed him in the slightest, what with his being on the frontline when SPECTRE had launched their counteroffensive on the school. Beau had been clipped at the time, and each little movement still sent burning sensations throughout his body.
Yet he couldn't stop. He felt like he had to do, well, something, and this definitely counted. The school had gotten wrecked by the attack and just by people being shut inside it for so very long. So Beau had joined a group of other students in volunteering to put it back together. Which meant dressing in grubs and heading out to do some real, honest to God, backbreaking labor. Some used their powers, though none close to Beau had anything useful as of yet.
He blew out his lips and looked around. Rubble here and there, scattered bits and pieces. Some people with magnet powers were going through to pick up the loose bullets and all, and Beau definitely didn't want to think about that. No, instead he turned to focus back on the branches that had fallen around him. He took another breath, leaned down to grab one, and tried to lift, only to find it heavier than it looked. Beau strained anyway, till he felt another one of those sharp bursts of pain.
So Beau dropped the branch, turned and took a step away, shaking himself out. "hey, can someone give me a hand over here!?" he called, waving his arms, hoping to catch some attention. He wanted to keep moving too, knowing that movement should help work out the soreness; at least, that's what he kept telling himself.
Yet he couldn't stop. He felt like he had to do, well, something, and this definitely counted. The school had gotten wrecked by the attack and just by people being shut inside it for so very long. So Beau had joined a group of other students in volunteering to put it back together. Which meant dressing in grubs and heading out to do some real, honest to God, backbreaking labor. Some used their powers, though none close to Beau had anything useful as of yet.
He blew out his lips and looked around. Rubble here and there, scattered bits and pieces. Some people with magnet powers were going through to pick up the loose bullets and all, and Beau definitely didn't want to think about that. No, instead he turned to focus back on the branches that had fallen around him. He took another breath, leaned down to grab one, and tried to lift, only to find it heavier than it looked. Beau strained anyway, till he felt another one of those sharp bursts of pain.
So Beau dropped the branch, turned and took a step away, shaking himself out. "hey, can someone give me a hand over here!?" he called, waving his arms, hoping to catch some attention. He wanted to keep moving too, knowing that movement should help work out the soreness; at least, that's what he kept telling himself.