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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 5:14 pm
((Get him out of the operating room already =.=))
The register nurse is a pain, she pays not attention and makes 3 calls before she focus her attention on Marcie "What can I do for you?" you can start by erasing that plastic smile of your face Marcie's inner voice screams but she remains calm on the outside "I need to pay the medial bills of 2 patients and to know if they are in a room yet, two dark haired boys, one with 2 gunshots on his arm and another with gunshots on his stomach and shoulder, I just came in with them" the RN typed something on her computer and came back to Marcie.
"Are you family?" the woman says and Marcie looks at her coldly as she answers with a dry "yes" The RN types in more information "What's you name sweetheart?" Marcie just continues to look at her coldly "Marcie Hare, and the boys are Matt and Ace Hare" Marcie says taking out her ID, they had no ID's in wonderland so even though she was telling lies there was no way to prove she was not telling the truth about the 2 boys.
((RN is just ro i don't have to type Register nurce every time))
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 6:13 pm
Matt woke up a in a white room. He didn't know where he was....
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 6:20 pm
"One is already off in room 305, bed 2, Northwest Cham 4, 7th floor, you can get there by walking down this hall, the other one is still on the operating room" the Rn said, Marcie singed, just who was off and who was still in the operation room? She stormed down the hall without a word of thanks and opened the door labeled 305. Matt was there on bed.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 6:33 pm
Matt moved his head and looked over at Ace. He was bandaged up something fierce. He then looked at the ceiling tiles, waiting for some one to take the pain out of his arm. It felt like it was on fire.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 6:38 pm
Marcie rushed to Matt's side but when she was there she felt something crack inside her and tear began to roll on her cheeks, she could do no more than look down at the face of the boy in bed while the tears blurred her vision.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 6:40 pm
Matt looked at her, "Marchy, why are you crying?" he asked. He reached up and rubbed the tears from her cheeks.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 6:44 pm
Marcie took Matt's hand on her own feeling it's warm, the heavy feeling inside her chest eased a little but some tears where still rolling down her cheeks "I am sorry Matt" was all she could manage to whisper without her voice cracking up.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 6:48 pm
Matt tried to sit up, "What for, Marchy?" he asked. He looked at her. "It was my choice to help out....and get shot in the process...."
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 6:56 pm
Marcie placed her free hand on Matt's chest to prevent him from getting up "Don't, you might hurt your arm" She said getting a little closer, the trays on her cheeks where starting to dry "It was my fault you got hurt" she said looking away, she didn't want to admit she regretted not killing Two of spades.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 7:00 pm
Matt looked at her, "No it's not!" He used his good arm to make her face him. "It was my choice. Marcie, you couldn't do anything about it. I was foolish and naive...." he said. He looked down. "So don't tell me it was your fault. "
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 7:05 pm
"I should have stabbed him on the neck the moment i got behind him" Marcie answered whit a sore tone on her voice, Matt's movements had caused her to almost lay on him, it was somehow reassuring no matter what.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 7:08 pm
Matt sighed, "Marcie, You couldn't kill anyone. It's...not how you're wired. You love life, you can't take it away." He looked at her. "I don't think I would accept you killing someone....Which is why you couldn't kill Maria...."
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 7:11 pm
((Sorry guys, I was just REALLY busy with family. >_< Excel: LOL! I'm playing three characters and I LOVE to write, so my posts get REALLY long. XD ))
Blurred images and mixed sounds swirled in Ace's unconscious, as he lay asleep in the hospital bed.
"Father," a young Ace said, "Why is a Raven like a writing desk?"
His father chuckled. "Because Edgar Allan Poe wrote on both, my son."
Young Ace beamed. "Edgar Allan Poe, the author; he wrote 'The Raven'."
His father knelt to Ace's level, putting a hand on his head with a smile. "Yes, 'The Raven', a fine piece of work . . ." He moved his lips, mouthing out Ace's name, but no sound came out. A white light drowned out everything and left behind darkness.
Ace opened his eyes slowly, the brightness of the light causing him to squint. Where am I? A sharp pain pierced his shoulder and stomach and he groaned rather loudly in pain. "J-Jabberwocky!"
It was in that moment that Ace remembered the fiery gaze of the Two of Spades as he fired bullets into Ace's flesh. His lips curved into a smirk. He tried to kill me.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 7:11 pm
(LOL needless to say, this RP is getting interesting) Three woke up from his nightmarish slumber, the uneasy feeling at the pit of his stomach slightly pitching. "Whatever happened on the other side of that looking glass couldn't have been pretty...added that my hunches are mostly accurate...maybe...it wasn't..." he said, slightly shaking his head
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 7:15 pm
Marcie smiled at him candescently and then she could not bear his innocent eyes upon her anymore and decided to rest her head on Matt's shoulder "Maria was not my first target Matty dear, and I would have killed her had the white king not stopped me, I am sorry but that is what I am, a killer, so long as it is ordered or as my king needs me to do it I will kill, I never actually wanted to kill anyone until now though" it was too late to hide the truth now.
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