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Oliver
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STATUS: I'm updating my status because there was a typo in the last one. 9 yrs ago
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9 yrs ago
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I'm updating my status because there was a typo in the last one.
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9 yrs ago
I'm honestly sick of updating this. This will probably be ny status for the next four months.
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9 yrs ago
So apparently I have an ear infection as well as some other kind of nasty virus. Fantastic.
9 yrs ago
Okay.. maybe I panic a little when nobody's posted for 10 hours. I have no life outside the internet.
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9 yrs ago
I don't know how much caffeine I've just injested and I'm pretty sure it was all a mistake.
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@Proxi I'm gonna die before Arena gets back.
Ivan sighed, gritting his teeth and swallowing his pride. "Fine then. You can carry me." He said reluctantly. "I just vant to do vhat's best."
Ivan cried out in pain as Skylar yanked on his bad leg, freeing his ankle from the root. He knew it had to be done, but it still hurt like hell. His face was flushed red and his brown eyes carried a glassy glint which he hid by keeping his head down. Everything he did to try and keep going seemed to get him in a worse and worse situation. Ivan was definitely not looking forward to being carried like an infant,to say the least. He slid the arrow he was trying to free himself with back in his quiver, slumping forward slightly as he took in short, ragged breaths.
Ivan seemed to be fading more and more as he limped after the group. He was going as fast as he could make himself go, his face contorted in pain. He lagged further and further behind the group, until they could barely hear his weak coughs and gasps of pain. About a minute later, he caught his heel on a branch under the mud and collapsed face-first into the muddy road. It was a few seconds before he pulled himself up, spitting out two mouthfuls of the vile tasting earth and coughing harshly, propping himself up on his good knee. He was a soaked, filthy mess by this point, a small trickle of red running from his mouth which he quickly wiped away. He realized his ankle was caught fast under the root. There was little chance he'd be able to pry himself free on his own, but he refused to call for help, trying in vain to break the root with one of his arrows as he coughed up a bitter combination of mud, phlegm, blood and saliva. In no way was this a good start to the day.
@Proxi It's because I'm a hyper little kid with no life. I've been known to make shittons of crappy posts and leave everyone behind.
Ivan looked away sharply, with an insulted grimace. "I am alright." He said curtly, though he winced with every step and looked as though he were having trouble just staying balanced, let alone moving forward. His breath was shallow and wheezy, and one of his hands was wrapped around his chest at all times. Though he was obviously not having an easy time of it, he kept heading forward, a determined glare in his dark brown eyes.
Ivan looked up at Raven as the man slowed his pace to match the boy's. Ivan covered his mouth with his rain-soaked hand to let out a few more coughs, using his other hand to push a lock of his drenched hiar out of his eye. He continued to laboriously schlep his way through the mud, his bad leg dragging on the ground as if it had no bones in it at all.
Ivan was knocked out asleep on the floor, curled up with his head in Charles' lap. He didn't wake up when Audrey opened the vault door. He'd always been a heavy sleeper, which wasn't good considering his nightmare situation. But for the moment, he seemed peacefully asleep. Either way, he definitely needed the rest. Yesterday had been a bit hard on him.
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