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Post by 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 † on Jun 14, 2019 1:54:55 GMT -5
[ Hey, can I claim 12?]
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 14, 2019 12:03:05 GMT -5
"That is is. Corrik isn't very fond of crowds," Anya managed to reply before a sound like thunder filled the air. Like the rest of the guest, he eyes lifted towards the sky, wondering if the weather was about to take a turn for the worst. However, the bright, sunny day had stayed the same. About the time Morgan started laughing, Corrik filled her in on what was happening.
Looks like Stel, he told her. His eye sight and hearing being much better than hers, he was able to pinpoint the silver dragon that was nearly impossible to see to the guests of the party.
Morgan echoed the same information. Anya's smile widened a bit. If Stel was here, then that must mean Seth, somehow, changed his mind. How that happened, she did not know. At least he made an attempt. There was no telling how long he would stay, but he was there. She watched at Stel made her mad plummet to the ground, righting herself before she crashed and hit the house. When she turned back to face Morgan and Callum, she spotted the crouching figure of Seth rising to his feet. A part of her that was caught up in Morgan's excited energy wanted to call out and tease the boy. Yet, she didn't know if she should. Neither one of them had really addressed the issue between them. Could they just act like nothing had happened? For the moment, she simply stayed silent and waited.
(Sure! Did you want the werewolf plot, or the prompt plot?)
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Jun 14, 2019 14:00:32 GMT -5
Morgan laughed again, and so did many of the guests; some even applauded. Callum, however, was not amused. "And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" he demanded.
Seth smirked. "Nothing, brother. Just that your party is a little... bor - Oof!"
He was cut off by a cannonball in the shape of his sister. Cami threw herself at him hard enough he almost lost his footing; only his quick reflexes kept him - them - on their feet. "By the gods, Cami. Are you trying to kill me?" Seth asked incredulously. She just hugged him tighter.
"She may not be, but I just might." Cresseida put her hands on her hips and glared at him. "Don't you ever pull a stunt like that again! You could have died!"
At first, Seth looked at her uncomprehending. Then realization dawned and he laughed. "What, that? That was nothing, Mom. I've fallen off of Stel from much higher than two stories before. If she didn't think I would survive, she wouldn't let me do it."
"She shouldn't let you do it at all!" Cresseida snapped. She stomped up to him and whacked him with a dish towel she'd forgotten in her pocket earlier. Seth flinched but stood his ground, even when she did it again. And again. And again, punctuating each hit with a word. "You. Scared. Me. Half. To. Death!"
There was a pause. "Are you done?" Seth asked calmly.
Her eyes narrowed and she whacked him once more. "You're a brat," she told him, but the heat had gone out of her.
Seth grinned. "I know," he said proudly. Cresseida rolled her eyes.
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Jun 14, 2019 19:52:37 GMT -5
Cami and Morgan laughed; Cresseida smirked slightly and obliged. Seth hardly seemed to notice. He was looking at Anya with an unreadable expression. He only looked away when Cami started bouncing excitedly beside him. "I can't believe you came!" she said happily. "What made you change your mind?"
Seth snorted. "Several things, really. Have I missed much?"
"Nope," Morgan replied cheerily. Seth looked from his sister to his friend, eyes narrowed. The two of them were acting unnaturally cheery. Morgan continued talking, oblivious to - or ignoring - the suspicious look in Seth's eyes. "You were right, unfortunately. This party is rather boring."
"Well, I'm sorry you don't enjoy socializing," Callum cut in scathingly.
Morgan's eyes widened dramatically; Seth chuckled quietly. "Are you crazy? I LOVE socializing. I just don't consider talking to people a party. We need music! Lights! Dancing!"
Callum waved a hand with sarcastic flare. "Then by all means: make music start playing. You're a magician, aren't you?"
Morgan opened his mouth, but Seth beat him to it. "No, we're not. And we don't need to make music play magically." He gestured with a jerk of his chin toward the road. A group of people with instrument cases were walking up the driveway toward them. "I hired a band. You're welcome."
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 14, 2019 20:43:05 GMT -5
It was hard to avoid his gaze. After all, as soon as she had spoken, he looked her way. Had she turned her head and tried to ignore him, it would have been painfully obvious that she did't want to see him. That wasn't really the case; she was happy that he had changed his mind to join the party. It was a time to celebrate and have fun. Why ruin it? So, she meet his unreadable gaze and tried to match his expression, if not a more polite version. When his attention was taken off of her, then she felt as if she could look elsewhere. "Just full of surprises today, aren't you?" she asked, glancing over at the band. Her voice was light and casual. There was no negative underlying meaning in her words, no backhanded insult thrown his way. It was just a fact, or a statement that could have worked as a tease. First he surprised his family by actually showing up, and now he brought a band?
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Post by 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 † on Jun 14, 2019 20:48:32 GMT -5
[ The werewolf one please (: ]
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Post by 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 † on Jun 14, 2019 21:15:54 GMT -5
[ Adelaide Pembrooke || 18 She has a petite frame, standing at only about 5'3. Her body is slender and a bit curvy in the right places. She has soft silver hair that ombré that falls just below her collarbones, normally in loose beach waves. Her eyes are a warm dark ocean blue, containing golden flecks of yellow scattered around her pupils. Ade has soft feminine features, high cheekbones that are littered with faint freckles that span from one cheek, over the bridge of her nose to the other cheek. Miss Pembrooke is often described as sassy, irritable, and overly invested in other peoples business, not exactly the nicest of qualities. That and the fact that it gets herself into some pretty sticky situations. Ade comes across as harsh, though once she opens up to you, the girl can be a sweetheart of a companion. She is loyal to a fault and a bit stubborn and sharp-tongued, refusing to take no for an answer. She is determined and a bit of a perfectionist, which in turn goes hand in hand with her not-so-nice qualities. Ade has a bit of a difficulty showing a softer, more emotional side, but once she does, it’s like she has become a whole new person. Overall, the girl is spunky, sassy, and quite sarcastic.
I just threw in my main, if I need to change/add anything let me know (: ]
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Post by 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 † on Jun 14, 2019 21:47:03 GMT -5
[ Not really I think I am good, I should probably start though, right? Since she's storming off and leaving? If not that's perfectly cool with me. ]
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Post by 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 † on Jun 14, 2019 21:52:18 GMT -5
[Sounds great! Also, hopefully, this isn't weird but whats your timezones/times you're typically active? Just so I can try and be on around those times too.]
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Post by 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 † on Jun 14, 2019 22:06:25 GMT -5
[ We're complete opposites, oof. I'm PST and 3 hours behind. I'm typically on during the day when I'm not busy, and night after work, so around 9 for me. We'll find windows though! cx ]
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Post by 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 † on Jun 14, 2019 23:36:05 GMT -5
'I am soooooo over this', Adelaide thought angrily to herself, as she listened to the crass and vulgar words spewing from her parent's mouths as they sat around the kitchen table, 3 bottles of booze sitting in the middle between them. Each taking turns sipping a bottle, shouting at Ade. The cruel words slipped off their lips like honey. They knew exactly what to say, to make it hurt. With each word, a dagger twisted and turned more in their daughter's heart, and they couldn't care less.
Slumped against her bedroom door, her knees pulled up to her chest and her face placed on her knees was Adelaide. She sobbed quietly, tears staining her rosy cheeks, and dripping onto her jeans. If anyone could make her feel hopeless like she was a disappointment, and a mistake it was definitely her parents. She honestly couldn't remember the last time her parents weren't so overbearing. They weren't usually like this, they were never this mean. They liked to say they were just overprotective and maybe even a little over controlling, but this, this was different. Her dog laid beside her, pushing up against her, letting her know she was there. It wasn't much but it was something, and that something was the only comfort she was feeling at that moment. Adelaide sighed softly, lifting her head from her knees, and wiped her tear stained cheeks as she sniffled a few more times. She looked down at her dog, Stasia. The only truly good thing her parents had given her was that dog. She was her saving grace, and probably the only reason she still had some sort of happiness.
'I'm leaving, I can't handle this anymore'She then pushed herself up from off her bedroom floor, walked towards her closet, pushing open the door and retrieving a large suitcase. She then spent the next 3 hours packing until her parents went to bed. She packed just about everything she could think of that would fit, clothes, shoes, makeup, a toothbrush, and so much more. After she was done, she quietly peeked outside her door and made her way down the hallway and towards her parent's bedroom, confirming they were fast asleep and quietly shut the door behind her. She tiptoed back to her room and grabbed her suitcase and took it to her car.
She then returned for a few more things, like food and water, dog food, and a few more items, like blankets and pillows. After her car was all packed up she went back inside the house one last time to grab Stasia. They jumped into the car and just drove. She kept driving and driving until she was almost in a whole new state. She no longer knew the surrounding areas or where she could stop and get some gas. She drove well into the next day, stopping here and there at whatever gas stations she came across until she hit the outskirts of an eerie mountain town called Blythewood. She continued along the same route, having made her decision of stopping in that town for the night. As she got closer to the city limits, going higher and higher in elevation on the mountain, her car began stuttering.
'Seriously? Right now you have to die on me?'She angrily thought to herself, as she pulled her car over onto the side of the road. She pulled out her phone, praying to have cell service, and of course, she did not. "Great, freaking great!" She muttered as she tossed her phone over into the passenger seat.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 15, 2019 14:36:16 GMT -5
"You actually showing up," Anya answered, turning her head to look up at Seth. She had noticed his momentary pause before he spoke that she noticed. Now that there was no one else about them, the atmosphere had changed to be more stained. As if they both were unsure how to proceed. "I truly believed that you would have stayed as far away from the party as you could get. What made you change your mind?"
(Sorry if it isn’t the best!)
It wasn’t uncommon for Dallas to run at night without the rest of the Pack. There were some nights when the rest of his makeshift family were simply too tired to join him for a late night stroll, especially after a Full Moon or a hunting trip. There were times the weather kept them inside where it was warm and dry. If it bothered him that their common sense kept them from the joys of night, he never showed it. In fact, he was glad for the brief moments alone. Very much a people person, the young man still found that time away from the others did him well. That’s why, against the better judgement of his Alpha, he continued to leave on certain nights to enjoy the feeling of just being on his own. Most of the time, the nights were uneventful. Nothing ever happened, and he would return home within three hours. This time, however, was very different.
Running at the edge of their territory, Dallas found himself in a situation he had never been in before. Well, it had happened to him, just never with an ill intent or many injuries afterward. Out of nowhere, one of his kind had attacked. Why? He hadn’t been sure. The only thing he had been focused on was staying alive. The encounter was short, but had left both participants worse for wear, more so for Dallas. He might have managed to defend himself, but his body was cut open. His left hind leg got the worst of it, and there were bite marks on his right shoulder that would need looking at. Yet he didn’t have time to sit and ponder over his injures. He was bleeding horrible, and if he didn’t act, he might not make it home. So, he ran, or tried to in his condition.
The night wore on. The details of his forest that he would usually stop to marvel at were ignored. There was only the single-minded drive of survival fueling his haste. Each step was torture. Every second an eternity. After running for several miles, Dallas was beginning to tire. His shoulder was on fire. It was hurting to the point where it was becoming numb. Whenever he put pressure on his injured leg, it threatened to collapse. The boy couldn't keep going like this. If he did, he would risk bleeding out before he got a chance to get back home.
Limping to a stop, he prepared himself for the shift. It wasn't a fun process on a good day, so trying to change with a hole in his shoulder certainly wasn't going to be good. Taking several breathes, both to fill his lungs and to prepare himself, Dallas focused on switching from wolf to human. Grunts and whines filled the air until the process was complete. Once done, Dallas stood, hunched over and clutching his wounded arm. He was a sight for sore eyes with blood on his arm and just a pair of old basketball shorts on. He always wore the shorts during night shifts in case of moments like these when he needed to switch back to being human before making it back to his home.
Think, Dallas, think! Take a moment to get your bearings, He thought. He scanned the tress for landmarks while his ears strained to hear all every sound. When that fell, he glanced up at the sky. He could just make a few stars. Everyone back home knew how to read the stars, or at least the basics. If he just followed a familiar constellation, it would take him to the highway. This patch of forest, while quite larger, was surrounded on three sides by road ways. The remaining side stood the house he lived in. So no matter where he went, he would be able to make his way home.
Picking out a small pattern in the stars, he began walking. Well, stumbled was more like it. Without his wolf senses, the going was much more difficult. He certainly wasn't silent in his going. With the amount of blood loss he was suffering from, stealth was the last thing on his mind. All he wanted was to reach the highway. So, on he went, doing all he could to keep going. By the time he reached the highway, two hours had passed and it was all he could do to stay standing. At least now the sun had risen, shedding light onto his path. The sight of the road gave him a sense of relief, and he quickened his steps. However, he only succeeded in tripping over a fallen branch he failed to notice. There were actually many things he failed to notice in his current state. One of those things being the car that was parked on the side of the road only a couple of feet away. Dallas collapsed to the ground with a pained groaned and stayed there for a moment. He needed to call Matthias. He would come pick him up. But where was he exactly? With so many stretches of highways, he needed to be as specific as possible. Otherwise, Matthias wouldn’t be able to reach him in time. His head was spinning, his arms felt like led, and his leg was protesting the last few hours very verbally. Maybe he could just lie there for a moment, just until he got his strength back, before looking for any road signs…
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Post by 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 † on Jun 15, 2019 15:15:07 GMT -5
[Ahhhhh it was great! (: Mine might not be too long because I'm trying to do some other things rn but it'll be kinda long lol ]
Adelaide signed as she looked into the back seat where her dog was sitting, looking confused at her. "It's okay Stasia, we just gotta walk the rest of the way." She mumbled under her breath as she unbuckled her seatbelt, and opened her car door, unknowing of the bloody human that had just tripped. Well, until she let her dog out and she began growling at him. "Stasia! Stop it, calm down." She said as she tried to soothe the dog, only to pulled in the direction of Dallas. She pulled her dog back, yanking her by her harness as she noticed Dallas' bloody body, her eyes widening in horror, and a small gasp escaping her lips as she slowly stepped back to put her dog in the car. 'Is he dead?',she thought to herself, trying to think of what to do.
Once she finally managed to put stasia back in the car, she turned back towards Dallas, "H-Hello? Are you okay?" She asked, her voice stuttering as she slowly inched towards the man, his back was facing her. Once she got a bit closer, she kneeled down beside him and began to look his body over, noticing the bite marks that had penetrated his right shoulder, blood still gushing out of bites. She let out a small gasp as her eyes wandered down further his body and reached the wound on his arms. She reached out and faintly touched his wrist, feeling for a pulse, only to find a faint one. Her eyes that were once filled with horror, softened and became ones filled with worry."Y-you're in bad shape...We need to get out to a hospital..."She said quickly after she realized he was still alive but barely.
"I promise I'm not trying to hurt you, just let me try and get you some help.." She said her voice shaking with worry. She ran back to her car and grabbed her phone, looking for cell service to try and call an ambulance to get him taken to the hospital. Not thinking about how suspicious it would look that she randomly found a half dying human being, who wasn't really only a human being.
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 15, 2019 15:39:40 GMT -5
Casey nodded in agreement, writing down the list of metals he stated. His joke, while she assumed it was to lighten the discussion, made no indication that she heard. "Do you want to use pure metal pieces, or do you want to conduct it using household items made from the material?" she asked. "Household items might be easier to get a hold of and use, but I'm sure the school might have just plan pieces of metal we could borrow. If not, we'll have to go track some down. "Yes," Lane agreed. He put a hand thoughtfully to his face. "Finding copper wire will be easy enough. I don't know about using household tools though..." he mused, and began counting off the reasons on his fingers. Lane looked up for this, though still not quite meeting Casey's gaze.
"For one," he began, "we'd have to check their pureness ourselves. Contamination is easy, depending on the thing we're using. Lots of the time, household tools are made of multiple metals, but we should confirm that with the teacher." He glanced towards the teacher then, who was just walking around the classroom, surveying the progress of his students. Then Lane added, a little hesitantly, "Because if we want to get good metal—like the ones we use for labs in school—, we'd have to buy it off the internet."
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 15, 2019 15:41:37 GMT -5
(Don't worry about it. I like to have long starters just to kick things off. ^^ )
His mind must have began it's fall into unconsciousness, for the next thing he knew, something was growling at him. Dallas cursed himself and forced his eyes open. From his vantage point, he was facing away from whatever was behind him, but there was definitely something, or more correctly someone, there. He strained to listen as the footsteps faded, followed by the sound of a car door closing. Then the footsteps returned. His mind was sluggish, and his body was even slower. It didn't occur to him to turn over until he felt the touch at his wrist. Slowly, and with a pained grunt, he rolled slightly onto his back. "I-I'm fine," he told the blurry shape above him. He tried to offer a smile, but it, like the rest of him, was weak. He blinked, and the image was gone. Had he imagined the person? A trick of the mind caused by blood loss? If that wasn't a sign that he needed to get help, he wasn't sure what was.
With every ounce of will and strength he could muster, the young man pushed himself up onto the elbow of his good arm. That was about as far as he could go on his own. Pain flared down his body, making his breathing harsh and shallow. Already, he could tell his leg was useless. Even if he had been stronger, there would have been no way he was getting it to obey the orders of his brain. If it didn't hurt so bad, he could have sworn it was just a chunk of wood lying there. Gravity was pulling at the rest of him. The ground was urging him to sink back to it. Fear trickled into him then as realization that he might not actually make it home sunk in. Dallas, in a last ditch effort, lifted his gaze to try and find any signs of life, any sign of the person whom he imagined he saw.
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✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Jun 15, 2019 16:06:53 GMT -5
Seth thought about not answering, or changing the subject, but after a minute he told her the truth, and listed off all his reasons for showing up. "Mom, Cami, Stel, Morgan, and... you," he finished, glancing at her a little warily as he wondered what her response to that would be.
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Post by 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 † on Jun 15, 2019 16:10:33 GMT -5
"You're not fine. You need medical attention, or you're not gonna make it." She said her voice shaking slightly, but slowly gaining more confidence. "This is gonna hurt, so please don't hate me, or well, try to hurt me... I'm gonna try to lift you and put you in my car, then I'm gonna get gas, and then I'll take you somewhere to get fixed up. You're gonna be alright..."She promised the bloody stranger, who she had just met mere moments ago. It was definitely the most interesting way she had ever met a person though, and would definitely be a cool story to tell someone someday. Hopefully, she could get him through this though, she definitely was interested in learning how this happened to him. ' How does this happen to someone? Did he get attacked by an animal? I can't even begin to imagine how much pain he is in right now..' She thought to herself as she looked down at him.
She walked back to her car, placed Stasia in the front seat, and placed a black blanket down in her backseat, to hopefully make him more comfortable and, keep him from getting his blood all over her car. She then walked back over to him, watching as he tried to push himself up, and look up towards her. She smiled softly, at him only to realize she needed to act fast. "If you can use whatever strength you have to help me place you in the car." She said softly as she reached down for him careful not to hurt his shoulder or arm any more than it already was." I saw a abandoned farm or house a while back, maybe I can search around there for some gas.. I can't believe I ran out of gas, I'm such an idiot, and of course it would happen when something like this happens." She muttered to mainly herself but to him as well. "Wrap your good arm around me, and I'll act as a crutch for your bad leg and help you into the car?" She said as she kneeled down beside him ready for him to wrap his arm around her. "
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 15, 2019 16:11:18 GMT -5
( Because I'm no expert in chemistry, let's pretend they've already decided their metals. )
Lane sighed. "I'll- I'll leave searching up the cost to you then, I guess," he replied as he began to remove some paper from a folder. "I'll think up a procedure while you're getting that done. Shouldn't take the whole block, so you can help me afterwards." The blonde boy watched Casey for a brief moment, and then began to note their metals and some materials that their lab would require.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 15, 2019 16:34:08 GMT -5
That did catch her off guard. Even after her more or less avoidance of him, Seth had come today, even if partially, for her? Anya felt a small wave of guilt. So Morgan had been right there as well: had she just gave him a hint, Seth would have more than willing to see her. "I didn't think I had much of an impact there," she muttered. "You still seemed set against the idea the last time I mentioned it."
Ah, so the person wasn't an illusion. A woman's voice drifted back to him, distorted a bit, but recognizable. When he focused on it, he could process her words and understand what she was saying. She was being sensible in her plans to get help, but the nearest gas station could be too far away. While he most definitely needed a hospital, her way of doing it might take too long. "No... No hospital," he muttered, finding his mouth and throat were suddenly far too dry for his liking. "Please, if you could call my friend, he'll get here faster. He..." a grunt of pain as he tried shifting, "he can get here. Lives close... closer than the hospital. I know it sounds strange, but he's a doctor. He'll be able to help."
It was a long shot, he knew. No sane person would opt out of calling an ambulance for some unknown man whom he claimed to be a doctor. If she agreed to his request, he'd be surprised and owe her a very large debt to be repaid. If she didn't, then he would have to deal with it. After all, he wasn't in much of a position to put up much of a fight.
(Because I m also terrible at chemistry, I will agree with you. XD )
Casey nodded in agreement to the plan. Divide and conquer. It was the best thing for them to do. So, she pulled out her phone and began to look up the place place to find the said metals needed.
(Bleh, it's very short, and I don't like it. When it comes to the specifics, I don't know much, so I'm afraid I'm not the best at describing the process. :/ )
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Post by Drizzletail on Jun 15, 2019 16:44:39 GMT -5
"You're welcome," Matthias returned with a small smile. "Remember, shout if you need anything. I'll leave you alone now. Good night." And with that, the man turned and walked down the hall, back the way they had came.
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(We don't have to rp the who painting process if you don't want to. We can skim over it and skip to the part where he confesses. x3 ) Alexa let out a quiet breath of relief and turned to get ready for bed. She would need to be careful for the time she stayed here. Hopefully she would be about of their hair tomorrow. She might just slip up otherwise. --- (That would be great! Also, I need to remember to get on my computer more to get on here lol)
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 15, 2019 16:53:59 GMT -5
(Would you like to skip to the next day here?)
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(Lol, okay! And don't worry about it. ^^ )
It took an hour and a half, Charles decided that painting, while fun, was better left to those who actually knew how to do it. The entire time under Amelia's instruction, the man had laughed and found something of amusement as he copied everything she did. Somehow, his painting looked like a chunkier, more abstract version of her own delicate picture. It wasn't horrible for his first attempt, but it wasn't the best either. About as much paint ended up on his hands as it had on the canvas and brushes. "Well, what do you think?" he asked, stepping back a bit to inspect his finished product.
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