Post by Zach on Feb 3, 2012 11:32:46 GMT -5
It had been several days since his near death experience at the hands of the alien tyrant Suki and although Zach was still in a good amount of pain, he couldn’t sit around and be inactive any longer. The teen hauled himself out of bed in the lodgings he’d been provided and mode his way out onto the tiled surface of the platform. For a while he was even more of an invalid then they Royd guy but by now could walk around on his own and breath normally without being reminded every step of the way of how gravely he’d been injured. It really only hurt when he move his torso, as in bending, twisting or taking a deep breath. He new he still wasn’t in shape to train, not yet and knew that if he pushed himself too hard he’d end up in worse shape, not better. But there was only so long that the blonde teen could doing nothing before he cracked.
Outside in the afternoon air, Zach made his way to one of the planters that populated the top of the lookout and took a seat on it’s edge. The sun’s warmth against his skin was like intangible heaven bathing him after so long indoors. Laying back on the edge of the garden Zach folded his arms up behind his head to relax, although the stretched position did rearrange things a bit inside of him and cause the dull reminder of his injuries to flare up somewhat. Grimacing until it slowly subsided, Zach rested on the edge of the garden for some time, taking in the sun while the others went about their business. Eventually his attention was caught by the plants populating the planter and several in particular; weeds. Kami kept an immaculate garden, but the green man had been busy now, both caring for him and working with the others so it was only natural that the weeds had time to spring up.
Zach’s inner farmer went into action, nagging him to get rid of the weeds and return Kami’s planters to their usual, pristine order. In spite of the discomfort associated in sitting up, Zach did and repositioned himself, kneeling down in the planter. He was careful not to disturb any of the plants that were actually desirable and within minutes had plucked all of the visible weeds from the soil. There would be more though, any gardener knew there would always be more. The boy didn’t stop with just one planter, he wanted to make himself useful and visited each of the miniature gardens in turn, weeding them and then piling the wretched little parasites on the tiled corner of one planter for later disposal. He’d not had a tour of the lookout except where to find the essentials and so didn’t know if Kami had a compost pile of indeed, where it was, so the weeds would have to wait until he’d had the chance to speak with the Namekian. Until then they would bake in the sunlight and so would Zach, returning to his afternoon rest. He was glad he was of some use, even while still recovering.
{Just a shortie to keep active. Moneyz pleaze?}
Outside in the afternoon air, Zach made his way to one of the planters that populated the top of the lookout and took a seat on it’s edge. The sun’s warmth against his skin was like intangible heaven bathing him after so long indoors. Laying back on the edge of the garden Zach folded his arms up behind his head to relax, although the stretched position did rearrange things a bit inside of him and cause the dull reminder of his injuries to flare up somewhat. Grimacing until it slowly subsided, Zach rested on the edge of the garden for some time, taking in the sun while the others went about their business. Eventually his attention was caught by the plants populating the planter and several in particular; weeds. Kami kept an immaculate garden, but the green man had been busy now, both caring for him and working with the others so it was only natural that the weeds had time to spring up.
Zach’s inner farmer went into action, nagging him to get rid of the weeds and return Kami’s planters to their usual, pristine order. In spite of the discomfort associated in sitting up, Zach did and repositioned himself, kneeling down in the planter. He was careful not to disturb any of the plants that were actually desirable and within minutes had plucked all of the visible weeds from the soil. There would be more though, any gardener knew there would always be more. The boy didn’t stop with just one planter, he wanted to make himself useful and visited each of the miniature gardens in turn, weeding them and then piling the wretched little parasites on the tiled corner of one planter for later disposal. He’d not had a tour of the lookout except where to find the essentials and so didn’t know if Kami had a compost pile of indeed, where it was, so the weeds would have to wait until he’d had the chance to speak with the Namekian. Until then they would bake in the sunlight and so would Zach, returning to his afternoon rest. He was glad he was of some use, even while still recovering.
{Just a shortie to keep active. Moneyz pleaze?}
