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Realistic Modern Day RP {Open}
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(Woah, I got up at five for a while cause I'm a committed babysitter XD)
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(Well, I don't babysit, so….)
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( I just never sleep and when I do I get up around 5 for some reason)
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(Can I spice up the convo a bit?)
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(Yeah.)
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(Oh. Fuzzy pickles.
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That is all.)
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(??? Are they moldy or something??)
(Runs in Hi everyone! I'M SO SORRY I DISAPPEARED I WAS AT DINNER WITH A FRIEND WHO HAD JUST GRADUATED COLLEGE FOR THE SECOND TIME ;-; I'm sowwy…..and I feel bad now for making y'all wait for me…)
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(Nah it cool. Also, I'll let you interpret fuzzy pickles any way you want.)
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(XD I AM A PICKLE)
(Pickles!)
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(I mean it. My nickname for my dad is Pickle)
(XD niceee)
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(AAAH GRACE!)(I MISSED YOU)(Also, I was waiting for you XD)
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(XD Oof. I guess.
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(My dad used to call me jelly bean :))
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(Lol….
Okay….. Say, "fuzzy pickles!"
snap)
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Molly is leaned over, her arms wrapped around Clovis. Her tears have stopped and she sits silently.
Clovis stares blankly ahead, his arm bleeding out on the ground.
Darren covers his mouth, "Oh my."
He bends down by them. "He's losing blood fast!"
Fiona knelt next to Clovis "Darren, put your coat under Clovis' head, Molly lay him down gently. I need something to use as a bandage and some disinfectant. Is the bullet still in his arm?" she tore a strip of cloth from the bottom of her shirt and closed her eyes momentarily.
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Molly leans Clovis down, his face pale and his eyes fluttering. She holds up his arm, which is torn up by not one, but many bullet wounds.
She goes to speak but grabs her side and gasps.
Darren lowers a small bag from his shoulder, but shakes his head at Fiona.
"I don't have anything."
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(Yay :D back on track!)
Claire turned down an alley, where she sat down in a darkened corner. I'm not allowed to have Henry get in their way… She hugged her knees to her chest, resting her head. ….I give up…
Fiona nodded "It's ok, Molly, are you alright?" She takes Clovis' arm gently and sets it down on the strip of cloth, examining it to make sure that nothing important was damaged.
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Molly nods, taking her jacket off and tying it tightly around her torso.
"I'll be fine." She coughs.
She examines Clovis arm, the cloth it lies on already soaked with blood.
"No, Molly. Lay down next to Clovis, you are next." Fiona said, ripping part of her pant leg off and tying it tightly around Clovis' arm to slow the bleeding.
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Tears leaked out of her eyes. Why am I such a coward?…. I should've helped… But… I'm as useless as nothing…. Claire's arms coated in goosebumps as a draft blew through, and she shuddered. I deserve nothing that they do for being like this….
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(Whisper, you can make App go talk to Claire or something if ya want)(She needs a friend)
Molly shakes her head and helps stop Clovis' bleeding.
"Hang in there." She mutters to him under her breath.
Darren stands.
"I, um, I'll go get disinfectant and all from the place you're staying. Where might that be?"
Molly points the direction she came from.
"Two left turns."
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(Yooos she need a shoulder to cry on ;o;)
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(Grace is showering, so I'm on pause :P)
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(Okey)