Fwit’s Comments (group member since Aug 12, 2009)

Fwit’s comments from the Boundless Roleplays group.

Zack's eyes flickered over to Scra. He half-smiled, trying not to be rude.

With a sigh, Kevin unplugged his alarm clock. It was that time already. Time for work.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Kevin made a disgusted face at his pale reflection.

Weakly spitting out glass into a nearby trashcan, Kevin slowly stood upright.

After several failed attempted to ucork it, he finally broke the top off and downed the contents, tiny glass shards and all.

((sooo
how would this work?))
Shivering, Kevin reached for a blue bottle.

((oh my
this sounds exciting xD))

((anddd
how would that be cured?
i'm sure two insane no longer magical beings wouldn't be a very pretty sight xd))

((aww thanks
hmmm what should the virus do?
drain their powers?))
There's something wrong with me. Kevin thought hazily when he woke from a fevered dream momentarily to turn onto his side. He wasn't awake long enough to think anout anything else.

((O.O what's wrong with her))
His eyes closing tiredly, Kevin barely emptied the vial before falling fast asleep on his bed. ((maybe the girl could have this like virus that infected them?
lol i dunno just trying to add drama))

((shall we try to transform this from a medical rp to more witches/wizards?
:D))
Collapsing onto his bed, Kevin reached under his pillow and pulled out a small glass vial of dark blue liquid.

((doopdoodoo))

Letting out a deep breath once outside the hospital, Kevin shuddered. "I'm not alone."

"Interesting." Kevin turned and walked away, yawning. "Thanks for the experience, Doctor. I'll be back tomorrow."

He sighed and cracked his back. "I know. That's why I said it was a fitting name. Was it your given name, though?" He asked, peering at her closely.

((LOL her profile says 17 and she looks 7))
"Hecate. Fitting name." Kevin rolled his shoulders.

Kevin took his hand back and rubbed it slightly. "Aren't you too young to be a doctor? Or are you older than you seem. Witch." He emphasized this last word, not cruelly, or even accusingly, but with absolute confidence.

"Kevin. An intern. But you obviously already know that." Kevin took Hecate's hand.

Stretching, Kevin shuddered. "Coffee. Nasty. So she'll be all right?" He asked, looking at the girl being wheeled away to a ward.

Arranging his goggles neatly onto the tray, Kevin laughed. "So you mean you weren't actually going to give me anything to help me feel better?"