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 Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 10:16 pm
The elven boy let out a worried whine as he tried to stand up, but his dizziness and lack of depth perception plopping him right back down to the couch. "I need him. I need to know he's okay." He said, shivering quite suddenly.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 10:21 pm
Ukaia frowned a bit
"I'm sure he's fine.. just rest " she said to him as she put a blanekt over his lap
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 10:26 pm
Caradoc's eye was unfocused and he only barely heard Ukaia. That dream shook him up something terrible. His body made a charging noise like it did every time he was under a lot of stress. He coughed again, bringing up a handful of green phlegm. He reached for a tissue and wiped off his palm before blowing his nose. "Too cold..." He muttered, needing the warmth of the man he love the most.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 10:34 pm
It seems like everyone is sick" she said with a sigh then looked over at Vincent. She wanted to be next to him.. but.. she wanted to help Caradoc..
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 10:43 pm
Caradoc finally snapped out of his daze and seemed to realize he was intruding on a tender moment. He knew Ever wasn't anywhere in the Muffin. Probably fussing about for remedies somewhere. He laid back down and covered himself with his blanket again, shivering as he looked over at the wall nearby. "M-Miss Ukaia?" requested timidly, pulling his cord from his back, "Could you p-plug me in please?" He asked, teeth chattering, he was so cold.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 10:46 pm
"Of Cource' Ukaia said. She took the plug gently and then pluged it tinto the wall. Then went and got several blankets and brought them to him
"here how's that.." she said to him
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 10:49 pm
"B-Better." Caradoc murmured, still shivering, but he didn't look as... out of it as he was before. "Thanks... If Ever comes in. Tell him I was looking for him." He murmured before dozing off, back to sleep for the night.
((Night!))
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 10:50 pm
"Of cource" She said. Then when he was asleep she went over to vincent hopefully
"Vincent?" she said looking at him and smiling a bit
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 11:54 am
Silent sat her head on the table she sat herself at Yesterday night her hair pulled, pinned and set in place, all slummed to to side or sticking up in the mohawlk fashion. The longer hairs draping themselves down the side of her head. Blinking she looked around as she lifted her head rubbing the spot on her forehead that was on the table to get the red mark out. "...Well.." She said to herself smiling softly, "I finished." She remarked, all the rubberbands that where in her hair where on the table and the floor from her cutting them out of place after setting the elastic wire in to hold it all in place."Better clean up my mess.." slowly her fingers started to move, picking up the little rubberbands, eyes scanning the floor first, scooting the chair back to see better.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 3:33 pm
Tumbling out of bed, it didn't take long for Daniel to get dressed, and come down the stairs. His hair was already brushed out, since he'd gotten out of the shower and it had dried. Once downstairs, he took a small stroll through the seemingly empty room, and in the general direction of the bar. No one around to serve him just yet, from what he could tell, so it seemed easier to simply head to the fridge, and grab an iced tea for himself.
After doing so, he returned to sit at the bar. Oh, wait! He'd left his sticky-note pad upstairs. D'oh. Setting down the glass, already with condensation on the outside of it, the tall lanky man jogged for the stairs. He made his way to his room and grabbed the pad in record time, from where it lay on the nighstand before returning back to the stairs and jogging back down them. Ahh, yes. The cool air felt much nicer than the slightly muggier, stiflingly warm upstairs. It did not take Daniel but a few seconds delay to head over to grab his guitar from the stage, and then return to his Iced Tea at the bar.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 3:38 pm
Caradoc stepped out of the shower, wringing his hair out in the drain below. He wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out onto the cleaner-than-usual floor tiles, his wet feet making small smacking sounds as they hit the floor. He stood in front of the bathroom mirror and started to dry his hair as he reached for his eye patch. When he looked back up at the mirror, he realized his hair was sticking to itself under the heat of the hair dryer. He reached up to touch it and gasped, realizing it was melting! "What? Hair doesn't do that!" He cried, dropping the dryer and leaning in. The skin around the area had started to melt, too. "What's happening to me?! Ever! Help!" He screamed praying someone would hear him. He gasped and looked down as the barcode tattoo under his ribs started to burn painfully as his skin hardened like plastic. His joints locked up and his back straitened as if he were some sort of walking talking Barbie doll.
Caradoc woke up on the couch in a cold sweat, quivering all over. Just another nightmare. That's right, he was too dizzy to go upstairs. He reached up and ran his fingers through his hair and he touched his face just to make sure he was okay. His tattoo still ached, but he figured it was just sense memory from when he got it. All the same, he looked down to check it hadn't changed. What he didn't realize was that he had been screaming in his sleep, and anyone in the area would've heard him.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 3:52 pm
Akane strolled down the road, not really sure of where she was or where she was going. Her golden blond hair flowed behind her in an almost angelic fashion with every step that she took. The wind was unleashing a gentle breeze, and she closed her eyes as she welcomed its gentle touch. With a slight hop in her step, she turned the corner and continued on her way. Not far from here she stood was a sign that was gently swaying with the wind. "The Demented Muffin" it read, as she neared the entrance. Timidly, she opened the door, unsure of what to expect.
She walked in to find a well furnished area, a beautiful set up as she wandered over to the bar where a lanky man sat. A bit shy, she sat a chair away from the man and waited just a bit to see how the service in this place worked.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 3:58 pm
Daniel turned at the familiar noise of the door being pulled open. Oh, goodness. Not yet another female in this place that he did not know. Hmm, well, she seemed a little lost, anyways. Better off helping her, than staring. His slender hand fished around in his pocket and retrieved the sticky note pad, of which he pulled off a piece of paper, and extended it to the girl.
'Welcome to the Muffin. Can I get you anything to drink or eat? My name is Daniel.' read the small piece of paper. It was effortless to conjure on the paper, really, but as always it required him to get his thoughts in order. It was hard for his thoughts to write out on paper, if he didn't know what his thoughts were.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 3:58 pm
Caradoc noticed the girl enter and stood up. Where was Tomo, anyway? Probably moping again. Such a drama queen. The white-skinned boy bent over and unplugged himself from the wall, keeping the blanket around his shoulders as he walked over to the bar. His bunny slippers squeaked with every step as he shuffled behind the bar. "Welcumb to de Debented Buffin." He greeted in a tired voice. His nose was still very clogged with snot and mucus so his speech was slightly altered. "Can I get jou anythig?" Seeing that Daniel already had it covered, the elven boy shuffled back to the kitchen to make himself some soup or something.
((EDITED!))
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