@Shuri-the-Floof-Doggo
Ale saw the girl eyeing her plate with utter disgust, and approached, letting her know before doing so..
"Are you OK?" He asked.
Ale saw the girl eyeing her plate with utter disgust, and approached, letting her know before doing so..
"Are you OK?" He asked.
Rosemary was shaking slightly, lost in memories. Her hands felt slippery with sweat, white-knuckled, gripping against her chair
Crystal happily broke the glass by ‘accidentally’ dropping it, as she picked it up, she put it in her lab pocket, all pieces, even the huge shards were in there.
Why am I here….What happened…. She remembered a fire and then…nothing
Ale sgook the girl lightly, risking a stabbing with a spork. He didn't want to harm her.
But he shook her again.
Crystal returned to her room in silence. Hanged he jacket up on the flush for the squat toilet. She took her sweater, and removed it, her old t-shirt was still underneath. She went into a corner and began to cry about her husband while she hugged the sweater.
Rosemary felt the touch this time. She pulled out the knife from under her bra, jumping into defensive stance, blue eyes feral
Ale didn't flinch, instead he stood his ground, firmly, but not threateningly.
"A-are you OK?" He asked.
Rosemary did not respond, instead stared hard at him, hands still shaking
Ale, now risking a serious stabbing, went in for a slow, soft hug. He knew he would most likely get stabbed. But he wanted to make this girl feel better.
Rosemary aimed a kick at the man's groin and brought the knife to his arm
(This is getting good! Except for the depressed Crystal. Ignore her.)
I'm sure everyone's meant to be depressed//
Ale was more than prepared for the kick, blocking it with his knee. He felt a searing pain as the knife went into his arm.
"Thank you." He said, releasing her from the hug. Lukewarm, sticky blood dripped down his uniform. But he, small and wimpy as he seemed, was able to shrug off the pain.
I'm sure everyone's meant to be depressed//
Bingo!
((idk what to do. Sorry.))
"Back…off…" she said, like the words are difficult to get out of her mouth
((idk what to do. Sorry.))
(Ale just got stabbed. That's something you can use.)
(Good thing Crystal’s being a curled up ball of depression, or she would be more upset seeing a friend hurt!)
Hehe//
"I'm sorry." Ale said, slipping her a mint he'd stolen from a guard.
He left her alone.
Rosemary glared at his general direction before staring at the mint he'd left there. Why would he help her? Maybe it's poisoned. With that, she pocketed the mint and tucked away the knife
Ale took the collar of his uniform, and wrapped up his stab wound with it. Before going over to Crystal. He managed to get down on his hands and knees. And hugged her again.
(shoty internet has made me miss so much…)
(REEEE I KEEP ADDING THE WRONG STUFF WHHYYYYYYY)
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