Rhode Kamelot || D. Gray-man (
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Characters: Rhode Kamelot & OPEN (people coming to visit her in the hospital/her pleasant roommate)
Location: Horrorspital
Rating: G to PG
Time: January 11-January 14(? - subject to change)
Description: Rhode has returned from a brief trip to her own world with a few more injuries than most would find desirable. Visiting an acquaintance hopped up on morphine, however, is one of the most interesting things you can do in Death City, so she'll thankfully have some company.
Despite several explanations by the doctors, Rhode still didn't have a terribly good grasp of the specifics of what was wrong with her by the end of her first day in the hospital. She understood, of course, that she'd taken a hard blow to her stomach- Though it had seemed like nothing but a nightmare at first, it had quickly become apparent that her last memory in her own world was quite real- and that they wanted her to stay in the hospital because of the bruising to the various organs that had taken damage while protecting her little spine from being punched in two by the Order's pet monster.
After that, they started talking about other medical terms she didn't quite recognize- Morphine, dosages, and other things. When that started up, she would close her eyes, or stare at the ceiling, until she dozed off. At the very least, it was hard to be bored when it was so easy to sleep. Unfortunately, that compromise didn't last too long. Not being able to move around was inconvenient and uncomfortable, and one could only sleep and stare at the ceiling and play on the network for so long before things became a bit dull. And so (though she didn't have much choice in the matter), she waited- For sleep to come again, to suddenly become well enough to go home, or simply for something entertaining to occur.
{{ooc; Just mark the day that your character is coming to visit in the subject of the first comment! Rhode will be here... well, the whole time. She's not going anywhere. :Dd }}
Location: Horrorspital
Rating: G to PG
Time: January 11-January 14(? - subject to change)
Description: Rhode has returned from a brief trip to her own world with a few more injuries than most would find desirable. Visiting an acquaintance hopped up on morphine, however, is one of the most interesting things you can do in Death City, so she'll thankfully have some company.
Despite several explanations by the doctors, Rhode still didn't have a terribly good grasp of the specifics of what was wrong with her by the end of her first day in the hospital. She understood, of course, that she'd taken a hard blow to her stomach- Though it had seemed like nothing but a nightmare at first, it had quickly become apparent that her last memory in her own world was quite real- and that they wanted her to stay in the hospital because of the bruising to the various organs that had taken damage while protecting her little spine from being punched in two by the Order's pet monster.
After that, they started talking about other medical terms she didn't quite recognize- Morphine, dosages, and other things. When that started up, she would close her eyes, or stare at the ceiling, until she dozed off. At the very least, it was hard to be bored when it was so easy to sleep. Unfortunately, that compromise didn't last too long. Not being able to move around was inconvenient and uncomfortable, and one could only sleep and stare at the ceiling and play on the network for so long before things became a bit dull. And so (though she didn't have much choice in the matter), she waited- For sleep to come again, to suddenly become well enough to go home, or simply for something entertaining to occur.
{{ooc; Just mark the day that your character is coming to visit in the subject of the first comment! Rhode will be here... well, the whole time. She's not going anywhere. :Dd }}
january 12th
Reaching the the room he had been informed was hers, he pushed opened the door and peered inside. If speaking to her the other day on the communicator had been any sort of indicator, the tiniest Noah was definitely drugged up. Bag of sweets in hand, he slipped inside quietly, wondering if her partner was around or not.
january 12th
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How did I miss my turn sl;kghsdh --
/pets
/fluffs!
THERE I'M ON TIME.
LOL AND I AM SO LATE SORRY ILU GUYS
lmao. you two, you two.
YAY NOW I'M LATE AGAIN sort of...
pfff you're fine <3
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I tag from the strangest places. Yes, I do.
January 12 Afternoon
"Hello, Rhode," he said as he poked his head in, noting the blond in the other bed before smiling engagingly at the little girl. "I heard you were here. Actually, you were the one who told me."
Papa Troll!
Hello, baby!
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January 12
It did not look like he had any plans of going either.
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Jan 14th
Coming into the hospital wing, he gave a knock to her door before being admitted in and remaining for the moment by the door to assess her state.
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Butting in here too~ ♥
Aw, Mukuro. you need a job as a bouncer or personal security. ♥
He'd be perfect at that.
Only if Rhode's involved. XD
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