|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 10:39 am
Caradoc looked up and stood. "Oh, hello Miss Sapphire. Do you need any help with any of that?" He asked, setting the paper on the end table.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 10:49 am
Arlen wakes up and wearily falls out of bed and staggers over to the door. Breathing heavy even from that miniscule effort, he makes his way downstairs, leaning hevily on the banister. Almost at the bottom, he misses the last step and his leg folds underneath him, dropping him to the ground, both arms still holding onto the railing.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 10:50 am
Caradoc was distracted from Sapphire to focus on Arlen. "Oh hey, you okay?" He asked, rushing over to give him a hand. "You look awful. What happened?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 10:54 am
"I'm fine," Arlen insists weakly. Taking Caradocs hand he is able to pull himself up, but he immediately tries to pull away towards the door.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 10:56 am
Caradoc snorted, "I've heard that one before. All you have to say is 'Mind your own business, jerk' and I'll back off." He said, striding back over to his paper.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 10:59 am
"Huh?" Arlen says confused, bracing himself against a couch to catch his breath.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 11:00 am
"What I mean is you don't look 'fine', but I'm not going to bug you about it or anything." Caradoc said, adding another word to his crossword.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 11:06 am
Arlen looked at Caradoc confused, and then shook his head before continuing his slow progress to the door, relying on couches and tables to keep his balance.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 11:10 am
Caradoc watched him go and considered going back to his crossword, "Would you at least like a hand to the door?" He asked, tapping his lower lip with his pen.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 11:17 am
"I got it," Arlen said as he grasped the handle and rested his forehead against the door to let his breath and equilibrium catch up with him.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 11:21 am
"Okay." Caradoc said before walking over to the bar so he could finish his crossword in better light.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 11:26 am
After a long moment, Arlen opened the door and staggered out into the rain. He barely made it over to the tree line where he started a pattern of resting against the tree before making his way to the next one.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 11:36 am
Caradoc finished the crossword in very little time and sighed. "Jeez, it's days like this I hate being a computer." He muttered, tossing it to the side.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 11:39 am
Arlen finally collapses not too far from the Muffin, but falls into the forest enough that sight of him is obscured by the trees.
((Grrr.. my characters are beeing so stubborn lately.))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 12:01 pm
((O.o I really don't know what to do, now...))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
