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Vignette - Leg Cramps
Dramatis Personae Paige
In Absentia	2016-11-26 '
Location <NYC> Harbor Commons - Guest Room 1 - Lower East Side
Simple but comfortable, this guest room provides a quiet escape from the bustle of the rest of the Common house. In decoration it is spartan; plain pale hardwood floor, plain white walls with only a splash of light blue to break up the monotony on the trim. Large windows let in plentiful light; by one window, the queen-sized bed hangs on a wooden platform from the ceiling by thick sturdy ropes, able to be winched up against the wall if extra floor space is necessary. A small wooden desk with single desk chair and three drawers sits to the left of the bed; above it, several bookshelves have been installed on the wall. Against a different wall, a plain dresser provides storage space. Opposite the bed, a cushioned bench seat has been hung against the wall in similar fashion, sturdy ropes supporting it quite solidly. There's a struggle at the door before Paige bursts into the room, nearly toppling over. She slams the door shut behind her as she half-hobbles, half-hops towards the bed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she curses under her breath, her face contorted in pain. "Fuck!" she groans before plopping her ass on her bed and grabbing her right leg in both hands. The tension and pain from the cramp is eased as she pushes hard into her muscle and begins massaging it. "Fuck," the horned woman breathes out a few minutes later once the pain is relieved. Falling backwards onto the mattress in victorious exhaustion, she closes her eyes. Soon, however, another spasm has her vigorously kneading her lower leg once more. A little while later, the young woman sits on the edge of the bed, bending over to remove her boots. It seems to be a difficult process - Paige is growling in frustration and aggravated discomfort as she yanks at her footwear. Eventually, the horned woman succeeds. "Fuck yes," she declares when her feet are free of their confinement. She leans back, placing her arms behind her as she relishes in this simple achievement. "Fuck," she says again when she looks down at her feet. Paige attempts to wiggle her toes, but the results are much less than satisfactory. "Fuck." She pulls her right leg up to cross it over her left. Upon seeing her foot close up, Paige's face pales. To her it looks incredibly disfigured, malformed, twisted. Her ankle has pulled further up her leg and her foot has lengthened a bit more. This, however, is not what she finds the most disturbing about her limb. No, what concerns her most is the status of her toes. The reason she can't move them much has become blatantly obvious. Her big toe has melded with her second, her middle toe has merged with the fourth, and her little toe is on its way to disappearing altogether. The two 'toes' she is left with are enlarged an her thickened toenails have begun to grow over the tips as well as the tops. A quick glance down confirms that it is the same for her left foot. Prodding gently at the altered extremity a few times, the horned woman lets out a sigh before falling backwards onto the mattress a second time and allows her right leg to slide off her left. She presses her hands over her eyes and groans, letting out another, "Fuck."