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Post by Dreamer on May 7, 2008 17:04:47 GMT -5
"Lets get you back to the couch,"Still shaking, Dreamer weakly nodded, and accepted Roger's offering hand to help her up. She stood up on her wobbly legs, and let him lead her back to the couch. Sitting down with her back against the arm rest, she held her aching head, and groaned a bit. ((That's all right. Sorry mine is too short  ))
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Post by Roger Matthews on May 10, 2008 12:48:17 GMT -5
Once they arrived at the couch, Roger helped her sit down. She was pale and weak, Roger could tell. She was shaking and she still smelled of puke. Roger scrunched his nose slightly, not willing her to see. Water. Water would help.
Roger ventured to the kitchen, in search of water. When he found a clean glass and filled it with water, he brought it back to her. "Here, take sips..."
((This is just not the easiest thing to RP with...))
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Post by Dreamer on May 13, 2008 12:48:31 GMT -5
"Here, take sips..."
Dreamer looked up to find Roger back with a glass of water. She did what she was asked, and took slow sips. Violent shakes would come over her now and again, so she wrapped herself with the blanket to try to supress them after setting the glass down on the coffee table.
"What's happening to me?" she asked, scared.
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Post by Roger Matthews on Jun 1, 2008 16:29:02 GMT -5
"What's happening to me?"
Roger shrugged and sat down next to her. "You tell me..." He had no idea what had happened. One minute he was asleep in his room and the next he was sitting with this frail girl. She was like a procelain doll. Fragile and one wrong move and she would break. Dreamer sometimes took chances, Roger could tell. She did things a girl her age and size shouldn't be doing. Roger worried for her. Someday he wasn't going to be here and she was going to be on her own. Soon, she would be on her own. She couldn't stay here for long. Roger could barely afford to take care of himself, let alone a young girl. She would have to learn how to take care of herself. And that is why Roger worried for her.
He sighed and leaned back in the couch. He was tired and he let out a yawn, showing that he was tired. Slowly, Roger stretched his arms and let his body strain under the pressure. It felt good. Again, he slumped back in the couch, his arms rested on the couch back comfortably. "What are we gonna do with you?" He asked as he glanced over at her.
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