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Alwin
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Rouya wrote:
(hey guys sry to barge in, i love this rp!! is it possible to join maybe??)
(i think so? we haven't really gotten that far in so)
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alwin wrote:
Rouya wrote:
(hey guys sry to barge in, i love this rp!! is it possible to join maybe??)
(i think so? we haven't really gotten that far in so)
(would be really cool if possible, and ive already got a character sitting that i think would be perfect! maybe wait for other ppl to respond before i jump in tho, also dunno where exactly i should jump in)
Hurtful
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Rouya wrote:
alwin wrote:
Rouya wrote:
(hey guys sry to barge in, i love this rp!! is it possible to join maybe??)
(i think so? we haven't really gotten that far in so)
(would be really cool if possible, and ive already got a character sitting that i think would be perfect! maybe wait for other ppl to respond before i jump in tho, also dunno where exactly i should jump in)
(Add the description and jump in when you please!)
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Morgan hit her forehead on something, probably a table, during the explosion. She was knocked unconsious instantly. The last things she remembered were the smell of the gas and the heat. She had been standing around looking at all the slightly interesting things when it happened. She came to her senses after some time, laying on a puddle of her own blood. She couldn't move, her legs and arms hurt. She was laying on the floor on her side. People were talking, but she didn't know where the voices were coming from. Her ears rang. There was blood in her eye, or something like that. She couldn't really see and it hurt. She coughed, it hurt like hell on her head and chest. She closed her eyes, hoping to fall unconsious again. And she did.

(I am alive)
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hurtful wrote:
Rouya wrote:
alwin wrote:
(i think so? we haven't really gotten that far in so)
(would be really cool if possible, and ive already got a character sitting that i think would be perfect! maybe wait for other ppl to respond before i jump in tho, also dunno where exactly i should jump in)
(Add the description and jump in when you please!)
(ahh i just used the character for another group rp thats starting up soon, and i dont think i can juggle two rps at the same time >_<

edit: i may join at another time, if there's still room! )
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Monty was starting to lose consciousness. He had never been so tempted to close his eyes but still held on, jerking back into reality every time he started to drift away. The woman kneeling in front of him held him up by the shoulders as his trembling arm buckled under his weight. A door flew open in the distance, the unmistakable sound of sirens leaking inside.
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The image replayed in Nicolas's head. He didn't know who it was, but he knew they were going to die. Unless the ambulances and paramedics were fast enough. Nicolas would usually note that it was only his imagination, but he had an odd feeling this time. As though it was something that he already knew, not something he randomly thought of. Nicolas looked over at the teacher, and back to Oliver, before placing his head in his hands.
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Rowan had the worst hangover, at least so it seemed. Opening her eyes up was nearly impossible, but she didn't know where she was so she felt that she had no choice but to do it. She could see her mother, towering over her, gently stroking her forehead while sobbing. 
Her mother started rambling the minute Rowan had opened her eyes. Talking about what had happened, what injuries she had suffered from. Who Rowan's dad was gonna sue first. 
"They're all gonna go down for this, I mean, a bomb? That's terrorism. And there was no safety! The entire school, they're going down for this! We're pulling our donations and so are five other families", She explained. Six donations pulled wouldn't mean that the school would shut down, but it sure as hell meant they would have to fire a bunch of people and make it even shittier. She realized she was drooling, and everything her mother said sounded funny. As if Rowan was under water whilst her mother was talking to her. It echoed in a weird way. It was probably from the drugs, she thought before passing out again. 

"Guess I gotta jump outta college now... Would it be too on the nose to call my ship the black pearl?", Dean's mother lightly slapped him on the arm when he said it. 
"This is not something to joke about!" His mother said to him, her eyes watering every time she looked at him. He probably looked like shit, and so he decided to avoid mirrors from now on. 
"It seems your right eye suffered a lot of damage, but it's the left one we're worried about. I'm afraid I don't think we will ever be able to restore sight in that one", the doctor looked up from his papers. 
Her mother sniffled loudly, but Dean didn't even feel sad. It felt so surreal, the fact that he'd been a victim of an explosion.
Alwin
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Samuel had a headache when he woke up again. He kept his eyes closed to try to not make it worse by letting any light in.
He could hear someone silently sobbing. Was it his mother? It kind of sounded like the way she usually sounded like when she was crying.
He opened his eyes slightly, just enough to make out that it was, in fact, his mom, sitting in a chair against the wall to his right. 
"Mom?" he whispered, his voice hoarse.
His mother looked up at him
"Åh, Samuel!" she let out as she stood up and walked over to him before hugging him. She always went over to speaking swedish whenever she was worried or relieved or anything of strong feeling. "Jag var så orolig. När jag hörde vad som hänt var jag så rädd att vi hade förlorat dig."
Samuel smiled weakly. "I'm fine. Where's dad?"
"He's home. Had to take care of some things with work", she replied, going back to english. 

["Oh, Samuel! I was so worried. When I heard what happened I was so scared we had lost you."]
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Monty didn't remember passing out. He was sure he was awake until... Well, something. With a sluggish movement to his throat he felt the texture what reminded him of masking tape under his fingers. Relief washed over him; No shard.
"Marcel!" A familiar voice called out to him from the door, quickly joined by two sets of footsteps. He squinted in their direction but it was as if a veil had been put over his head.
"Oh, we were worried sick, dear!" The familiar, chubby face of his grandmother came into frame, joined by his grandfather's incredibly square one.
"We came as quickly as we could. How are you feeling? Do you hurt anywhere? Oh, look at you!"
Monty blinked slowly, having a shot at his best grin.
"Ma, 'm fine. It's aaaaall good."
"Well it might be good now but when the pain killers wear off-"
"Martha, please, give him some space."
"-Oh, I don't even want to think about it! You haven't been in a hospital since you broke your elbow."
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Morgan woke up god knows where. She couldn't open her other eye and she was in pain, but otherwise she was okay. "I thought I got rid of you already", Roscoe said, shifting through some magazine beside the bed. Morgan didn't respond, her head was heavy. She was in a hospital. At least it smelled like a hospital. She didn't really remember what had happened. "Your parents know, but they didn't really give a fuck", Roscoe said. Morgan was secretly grateful Roscoe was there. "Hey", she whispered, wanting his attention. Roscoe turned to look at her. He had taken a cab from the other side of the city to get here, he had been on a business trip. "You still look like a junkie", Morgan whispered with a tired smirk. That was the last thing she had said to him before he had left on the trip a few days ago. Roscoe just smiled.
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It took a long time for Rowan to convince her mother she was okay and that she could leave her alone now. When she finally did, Rowan had time to process it all. With her mother's endless rambling, there was little space for Rowan to try and collect herself. She went to the bathroom. They had cleaned her up, but she did have some small cuts here and there. And her head hurt, the doctor had said it was a concussion, but she would be medicated for it. Her doctor was great, but very expensive. 
She went back to her room and changed, her mother had left her clothes and snacks, as well as all the gifts. It was weird, she hadn't been at the hospital for more than a couple of hours, yet there were flowers and get-well stuffed animals everywhere. What a waste, she thought as took out her phone to text Samuel and ask if he was alright. 

Dean's mother had to leave quite early, she was working a 12-hour shift and god knew after these medical bills, she would need the money. Dean felt guilty, he was an adult, he should have at least been able to pay some of it. Unfortunately, he was already drowning in debt and there was no way in hell he would be able to pay for his medical care on his own. 
He looked at himself in the mirror. While one eye was patched, the other one was was weirdly spotty. Veins that had popped made him look like he was addicted to some dangerous drug. He wondered what his eye looked like under the patch. Not being able to see through it was was a shame, but hell, he could've lost a arm or something. An eye isn't too bad. 
The scars on his face would heal as well, but his arm was sprained, he could tell. 
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Samuel's mom smiled shortly at him.
"Mom? Can you tell me what happened?"
His mother's smile faded a bit. "Well... There was an explosion - varför tog de med er dit om det ens fanns en liten risk att något sånt skulle hända - and you were... You were too close. Your leg was pretty much blown off. They had to amputate it."
Samuel stared at his mother for a good minute, before lifting his upper body too look at his legs. And, surely enough, his right leg was no where to be seen.
"Oh dear god... Mom, I can't live like this?! How am I ever supposed to be able to do anything at all?" he let out, panic starting to fill him up. 
"Samuel, älskling... You're gonna be fine. You'll get help with anything you need help with." His mom laid a hand on top of his own, and gave him a reassuring smile.

["Why did they even bring you there if there was even a tiny risk something like that could happen"
"Samuel, honey...
"]
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Monty's grandparents had no rush leaving. Martha was chatty as always, nagging at both him and the nurses about her grandchild's health and "the nerve of those people" at the lab and the school. She thought they should take responsibility and pay for all of the expenses but her husband insisted that it wasn't possible. Monty kept smiling at them, letting Martha do as she pleased.
"By the way dear, your parents said to call them." He could feel his smile getting strained with her words.
"I'll call. No worries. Did my stuff survive?"
At it turned out, the state of his belongings after the blast wasn't in his favor. While his phone survived, the camera was broken.
"Oh Marcel, I'm so sorry..." He didn't think it was possible for his smile to get any more strained.
"It wasn't that much in it anyway... Granpa, your program's starting soon, right? Shouldn't you hurry home?" His grandfather opened his mouth as to say something but quickly closed it, nodding slowly. He told Martha that it was time to go; they would come back tomorrow. She insisted on staying but eventually gave in after being reassured by one of the nurses that Monty truly wasn't in any danger. He gave his grandfather a thankful smile before the room was  once again empty.
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Oliver awoke to a silent hospital room, and he sighed. It wasn't too silent for too long, as Nicolas came in as soon as he was given permission. Oliver sat up and smirked.
"Wow, my first and last visitor other than the nurses" Oliver chuckled at his own 'joke'. Nicolas frowned and sat down on the edge of Oliver's bed. Oliver noticed someone else walk in. He looked up to see a man who looked almost identical to Nicolas, but older.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. My dad came to visit. He decided to visit you as well, of course." Nicolas smiled softly and Oliver slowly nodded.
"Hello, Oliver" his voice was deep, really deep. Oliver shivered and forced a smile.
"Hello, sir." Oliver laid back on his bed and stared out of the window. He just wanted to go back to their apartment and sleep. Sleep in a comfortable bed and eat good food.
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