forum I Am Not As Fine As I Seem (OPEN)

Started July 19, 2018 by Deleted user

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Name: Mortiferum Glioma (MF)

Symptoms:
-Rash (First sign)
-Loss of appetite
-Nausea/vomiting
-Seizures (Some cases)
-Weakness or possible paralysis
-Extreme, unhealthy weight loss
-Black spots on skin
-Blindness or spotty vision (Happens slowly)

If you want pictures of the poor disease…

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(Anything else?)

Neal frowned a she looked out the window of the apartment. He watched the sun rise marking morning suddenly realizing he had been staring out that same window all night.

Madison had just woken up. She slowly and tiredly walked to the living room and sat down on the couch.

Thomas stretched as he yawned. He didn’t want to get up just yet, but at the same time knew he needed to. “Just five more mintues…” He murmured into his pillow, curling the blankets over his head. His alarm would probably go off in a few minutes anyways.

“Good morning Madison,” Neal said, turning his attention from the window to the couch.

Damien had been up for hours. He was an early riser that enjoyed watching the sun rise in the morning and set in the evening. The sky was slowly turning a pale blue color, signifying to Damien that it was time for breakfast.

“Good morning Damien…” he was starting to think hey couldn’t hear him…

"Excellent morning, Neal." Something inside Damien told him that today was going to be the best one in weeks, so he made sure to share his hopefulness with the others. "The sunrise was beautiful today, did you see it?"

Madison smiled at the two boys as she stood up and walked to them. ¨Good Morning boys¨ Madison said.

"Excellent morning, Neal." Something inside Damien told him that today was going to be the best one in weeks, so he made sure to share his hopefulness with the others. "The sunrise was beautiful today, did you see it?"

“I did indeed,” Neal walked into the kitchen, “Can you grab the OJ from the fridge?”

Damien nodded. "OJ would be great." He waved to Madison, taking a pen out of his pocket as he sat down at the table.

“Okay… I’ll get it then,” he sighed and moved to the fridge.

Thomas’ alarm went off, a small annoying beep, which made him let out a tiny groan and force himself to climb out of sleep and shut it off. He walked into the kitchen, hair still a mess, and grab and ice cub from the freezer just to munch on. Thomas let out another yawn and said tiredly, “Morning everyone…”

Name: Neal Anderson
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance: Dark wavy hair. Blue eyes.
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Personality: Charming, cunning, smart.
Flaws: Some people find him suspicious because of his skills and no one knows what he does for a living
Attire: Dresses pretty formal when he's not at home.
Occupation: Shh it's a secret
Talents: Incredibly street smart, painting/ drawing
Hobbies: ^^
Random Fact: Mom died and father got arrested for being a dirty cop so he was in Witsec for a lot of his childhood
Other: Loves being around people

Madison opened the fridge and got a cold water bottle from it.