THAT ISN'T BEING NICE!
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Cunning, cold, and cuddly
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I'm just some crazy reclusive girl. If you really want to know more about me, just ask. ^.~
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Ahahahahahaha! Your army of sweets is SO dead! *Jumps into the fray and EATS!*
Maybe the GM and the game should be nicer to my poor, broken, slightly deranged character!
"When did we get a pool?" I asked, staring at the water. For the longest time, I had refused to go swimming; I hadn't wanted to bare my scars. But now that they were gone, there was no reason I shouldn't give it a try again... after all, I had loved to swim as a child. Of course, it would have to wait until I had regained some strength. But, at the very least, I could dip my feet into the pool!
"let's sit by the water," I said, enjoying the caress of the sun on my skin. I was probably going to sunburn, of course; my skin had never been any good at withstanding the sun, and being cooped up inside for over a month couldn't possibly have helped that. But, in the moment, I was enjoying the sensation!
"let's sit by the water," I said, enjoying the caress of the sun on my skin. I was probably going to sunburn, of course; my skin had never been any good at withstanding the sun, and being cooped up inside for over a month couldn't possibly have helped that. But, in the moment, I was enjoying the sensation!
LEEEROY JEEENKINS!!!! XD
*Sends her shadow whelplings after you*.
M-m-meanie!!
I blinked. It had been some time since I had been outside. Over a month by this point!
"I suppose that's okay," I said, a bit sullen by being forced to stay awake. "But I can only go if you push me in my wheelchair. Walking is really hard for me now..." As before, I felt pathetic for being so incapable of taking care of myself. However, the feeling had become muted; giving up on life felt oddly liberating. Holding onto the side of my bed, I managed to make my way into the wheelchair, still wearing my pajamas.
"I suppose that's okay," I said, a bit sullen by being forced to stay awake. "But I can only go if you push me in my wheelchair. Walking is really hard for me now..." As before, I felt pathetic for being so incapable of taking care of myself. However, the feeling had become muted; giving up on life felt oddly liberating. Holding onto the side of my bed, I managed to make my way into the wheelchair, still wearing my pajamas.
A smile? You're such a sadist!! =p
I see. Well, I guess her choice will depend on the things that happen next!
Something felt wrong with me.
My first thought was that I was experiencing withdrawal symptoms. I had been taking my drug for quite a while by then, so it was only natural that my body would have an adverse reaction to it. Deciding to ignore the feeling, I crawled over to the tray; the groaning of my stomach told me in no uncertain terms that I was hungry.
I ate everything and didn't even feel bad about it, but once it was gone, I wasn't certain what to do. I couldn't just walk out of bed; my legs were too weak for that. Instead, I laid back down, closing my eyes. But it was no use. Without my meds, I couldn't make myself continuously sleep.
"I want my medicine," I muttered, knowing fully well that I wouldn't be given any.
My first thought was that I was experiencing withdrawal symptoms. I had been taking my drug for quite a while by then, so it was only natural that my body would have an adverse reaction to it. Deciding to ignore the feeling, I crawled over to the tray; the groaning of my stomach told me in no uncertain terms that I was hungry.
I ate everything and didn't even feel bad about it, but once it was gone, I wasn't certain what to do. I couldn't just walk out of bed; my legs were too weak for that. Instead, I laid back down, closing my eyes. But it was no use. Without my meds, I couldn't make myself continuously sleep.
"I want my medicine," I muttered, knowing fully well that I wouldn't be given any.
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