[right][color=silver]Veronica Silverstone[/color]
[color=silver]Location:[/color] On the beach.
[color=silver]Interactiobs:[/color] [@JazzyJuniper]
[color=silver]Health:[/color] Head injury, concussion.[/right]

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The woman, a pretty ginger girl, introduced herself as Sophia. A pretty name, Veronica thought. Pretty, like the beach. Her eyes briefly trailed off to the ocean, where she saw a copious amount litter. Now that was just despiciable. Who would litter on a beach like this? Either way, Sophia was having trouble walking, so Veronica was set on helping her.

[color=silver]"Hello, Sophia. That's a good name."[/color] Veronica helped the woman limp along, though she was probably drunk or something because she kept stumbling.

Veronica raised an eyebrow and looked over at Sophia in reponse to her question. "Am [i]I[/i] okay?" She asked with a smile, incredulous. [color=silver]"That's sweet, but you're the one I should be worrying about, not me. I'm fine. We're almost there, there's probably someone whocanhlepl."[/color] Vernonica slurred her words towards the end of her sentence unknowingly, and briefly lost her footing. In her stunned state, Veronica was doing what she would probably be doing anyway, though she had no real idea of the situation she was in. Perhaps it was for the best? Panic would help no one. Still, Veronica thought in the back of her mind, there were probably better ways of not panicking than being semi-conscious. Those thoughts quickly subsided and were forgotten about in the haze of her mind, washed away by the ever-present hushing and crashing waves.

[color=silver]"Hello?"[/color] Veronica called out sweetly, almost sing song. [color]"This one hurt herself, we could use some help."[/color] This was kind of exhausting, honestly. Veronica was happy to help, but dang, people are hard to help walk. She was so tired, she almost felt like she could faceplant in the sand and go to sleep right then and there. That sounded, really, really good, actually. Veronica blinked slowly.