Yaroslavia Ivaniva-Location;;Town-Tags;;Open
Yaroslavia took a shaky breath and leaned against the brick of the alley wall,closing her eyes and letting the early morning chatter of the district surround her. It was rare for anyone in the survey corps to get a day off,and while she was thankful that she didn't have to work today,she suddenly found herself with nothing to do. Wandering around this district wasn't exactly her idea of a good time,and with so many eyes trained on her as she walked through town,looking at her uniform and meeting her gaze with a scowl or frown,ducking into the shadows seemed like the best option to get herself a break.
The young soilder bit back a wince as she leaned against her recently injured shoulder. It had happened a few days ago-a careless clip against the side of a building when she was flying with hr 3D gear,a move that had sent her hurtling into a wall and knocked the breath right out of her. Yaroslavia had neglected going to a medic for awhile now;she had assumed the limb had just been badly bruised or something like that,but now she was starting to wonder if the pain she felt while moving it was a little deeper than she had first thought.