Last Chances (Shiri & silverroses2009)
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		<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Non-Adult Sandbox =&gt; Non-Adult Roleplays =&gt; Topic started by: Shiri on April 28, 2009, 06:21:44 pm</h2>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shiri</strong> on <strong>April 28, 2009, 06:21:44 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Is there nothing else," asked an elder female voice, sounding slightly distraught. Here cracked as if she had been sobbing just awhile ago.<br><br>Silence.<br><br>"Alright," she answered to the air, "I'll make an appointment then." Her tone though cracked, came to Evan's ears in whispers. She was trying to keep him unaware again. <br><br>He was sick, not deaf. "Tcht, figures," he groaned from his bedroom, placing one hand on his forehead. 'I'm just having another spell,' he thought silently, 'why does Mom worry so much?' <br><br>He wasn't exactly sure what had happened. He was walking out of the kitchen when the blackness swallowed him up. 'I'm anemic, it's bound to happen...' He reached over to his bed lamp and flicked it on, squinting in the new light. <br><br>There was an awkward silence as his mother, from the next room, glanced at his light before giving statements for the appointment. She shouldered the cordless and pulled his door until it was almost closed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>April 28, 2009, 06:25:46 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary knew there was something wrong with her brother but he never told her what. Did he just not know or not want to bother her with his problems. She was in her room wanting to hear what happened but did not go over to his room. The fights they had were really getting to her. Aren't twins supposed to be closer then close? She was laying on her bed wanting to so bad to be with her twin and help him but she couldn't. The fights still lingered over her head.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shiri</strong> on <strong>April 28, 2009, 06:48:30 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Evan sat up, feeling a little dizzy and weak but otherwise okay. He rubbed at the bridge of his nose with his fingers, trying to get enough nerve to move from his room. He sighed and rose to his feet. He swung the door open but paused at his mother's glare. "I'm really okay, it's nothing," he persuaded. "This has happened before."<br><br>"Evan!" his mother replied, clipped and loud as if the volume would drive him back. The phone grasped in her hand appeared to be hung up. "You need <em>rest</em> right now! I have an appointment set up for you in two days and the nice nurse there recommends that you don't stress yourself until then." Her voice was still cracking in odd places. "And I'm calling the school in the morning. You aren't going until the doctor sees you."<br><br>'I hate this,' he backed up, retreating to his room's sanctuary. His mother was too worried to talk reasonably. He closed his door and grabbed a pillow, punching it into submission. 'What the hell is wrong with me?' he thought bitterly. He bit the pillow to keep from screaming and yelling his frustration. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>April 28, 2009, 06:51:55 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary wanted to go see her brother but didn't because what if they were going to have a fight again? Hearing those words she knew something was bad but because they weren't talking she did not know how bad he was. A few moments later she got up and slowly walked to his room. Knocking three times on his door she just wanted to spend some time with him for a bit. Not fight with him just spend some time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shiri</strong> on <strong>April 28, 2009, 07:15:44 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"What?" he asked, throwing his pillow to the headboard. 'Is it Mom trying to act all comforting now?' He anger was now mainly just disgust at himself and the situation. "Er...you can come in...," he said in a nicer tone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>April 28, 2009, 07:16:51 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No it's just me." She asked opening the door. Before the fights start they shared the same room but now things were so different. She expected him to make her leave and she only took a few steps into the room and stopped in her tracks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shiri</strong> on <strong>April 28, 2009, 07:19:13 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He let his breath out in relief, "Oh...Mary..." He ducked his head in shame. "I'm sorry..." He wasn't entirely sure what for but it felt like the right thing to say. He fluffed his short hair with a hand in a nervous gesture.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>April 28, 2009, 10:53:25 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That was something she never heard from him before for a very long time. Looking at him she saw he was really sick and she could almost feel it. "Sorry for what?" She asked taking a step toward him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shiri</strong> on <strong>April 29, 2009, 09:22:57 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked up at her, eyes pleading. "For being sick like this..." Even though they had a bumpy relationship he had prided himself that he could be the brother. The word had made him feel strong and like he was worth something. Now since the spells started, he had been feeling weaker and weaker and started to doubt himself. "It's probably a disappointment..." 'God, I'm pathetic...'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>April 30, 2009, 12:36:49 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This was something she had not seen for a long time. Him being nice and in a different mood today. "This is not your fault." She asked going over to his bed and sitting down beside it. She wanted to hug him but did not in case he would not like that for some reason.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shiri</strong> on <strong>April 30, 2009, 10:14:26 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How do you know that?" he snapped, not quite meaning to. "People get sick because they don't take care of themselves, right?" He was afraid of whatever was causing him to blackout. It was something he couldn't control or comprehend and it scared him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>April 30, 2009, 09:02:46 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary winced when he snapped at her and debated whether to leave the room or not. "You can't say that. People get sick even if they are careful." She whispered moving a foot away from him to feel more comfortable.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shiri</strong> on <strong>May 01, 2009, 12:15:13 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mom wants me to go in...if I do are you coming?" He looked up at her with watery eyes, not tears so much as flood of emotion. If he was going to be cooped up in a hospital he didn't want to be alone. It would be too boring to bare.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>May 01, 2009, 12:37:26 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She did not move closer but noticed the look on his face. "I guess." She was not sure about it since she was trying to be nice and he just snapped at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shiri</strong> on <strong>May 01, 2009, 09:01:56 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked hurt by this, his complexion growing paler. His mind wandered to a darker place with a bleaker outcome. "I suppose that's the most I'll ever get from you." His tone was numb as if he was far from the situation and not involved. Then the old fire came back, "Would you ditch my <em>funeral</em> too?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>May 01, 2009, 02:34:09 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She glanced back up at him. "Of course I'll come with you to the hospital. What do you expect&nbsp; these last few years all we have been doing is fighting." She wanted to be there for him but it was so hard. She did not want to think about him dieing well not now at least.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shiri</strong> on <strong>May 01, 2009, 03:23:58 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Evan sighed, letting out his breath slowly. "Fighting is what we do best, I think." He trailed off, seeing Mary's hurt. "Do you...uh...think it's contagious?" All he needed was to bring whatever he had to the rest of his family.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>May 01, 2009, 03:59:01 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wouldn't we have gotten it already?" She asked seeing how he suddenly changed probably because he felt she was hurt. Twin telepathy. They always had it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shiri</strong> on <strong>May 01, 2009, 04:59:30 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I guess that's true," he agreed. It was so odd to think that not long ago he was just as well as his sister. He fiddled with the fabric of his clothes, not knowing what to talk about now. 'God everything about me is nerves right now...' Grasping for anything to talk about, he fell back on school. "I take it you have your homework done for the night?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>May 01, 2009, 05:03:04 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Why would he be talking about school work at this hour? Sighing she looked at him. "Not all of it I have been to worried about you. You said you have blackouts?" She asked putting a hand on his knee to try and comfort him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shiri</strong> on <strong>May 01, 2009, 05:44:36 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'So much for not talking about it,' he reflected. "Yeah, on moment I'm fine and then there's black and I wake up later...then I feel weak." He looked at the hand on his knee, shocked that she was actually touching him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>May 01, 2009, 10:33:14 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sorry I don't know what your going through. You never told me." She whispered seeing him watch her hand and quickly moved her hand away when he did. It felt weird sitting in the same room for a few minutes without starting a fight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shiri</strong> on <strong>May 01, 2009, 11:25:06 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave her a small glare when the hand moved away. "Yeah..." Before it wasn't so bad, he just thought it was a temporary thing that would go away but it never did. "It's not the best thing in the world to have to go through...I never know when it's going to happen...It's very sudden."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>May 01, 2009, 11:33:37 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he glared at her hand it made her think that he did not want her to move it but she did not put it back on his knee. "But your going to the doctor right?" She asked still looking at him but not moving any closer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shiri</strong> on <strong>May 02, 2009, 09:07:21 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"In a couple days. Mom was just talking to them on the phone. She's as jumpy as ever..." Honestly he wanted to be anywhere else but in this house, but it was way too late at night to even think about a walk. "Sounds like I'm not going to school tomorrow," he commented dryly, not pleased to be separated from his friends.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>May 02, 2009, 08:37:59 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She knew he loved hanging with his friends and looked away. "I'll bring your homework tomorrow?" She asked looking back up at him. Maybe she wont go to school tomorrow in case something happened to him. "Or maybe I will stay home." The fear of loosing him was starting to get to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shiri</strong> on <strong>May 02, 2009, 10:56:03 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her a bit critically, "What for? You're not sick. You'll get behind in your homework too if you do." Despite his situation, he did <em>not</em> want to get in the way of his sister's schooling. Fights or not, he didn't want her to stay home in silent misery. School life was a very big thing to him and he wanted to make sure she didn't get cooped up like him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>May 02, 2009, 10:57:33 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"But what if something happens to you?" She asked looking back toward him and placing her hand on his knee again without thinking. This was so hard leaving him even leaving the same room that he was in. Would now be the last time that she would talk to him?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shiri</strong> on <strong>May 02, 2009, 11:38:59 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I...I don't... know." The fact made him feel helpless and a little anxious. He placed his hand on hers, feeling a bit comforted. "What will you be able to do here if something does?" Was it really worth pulling her out of school? He gave her wrist a small squeeze, keeping serious.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>June 30, 2009, 06:06:03 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her fingers twitched under his hand when he put his hand on hers. Taking a deep breath she looked up at him. "Can we not think about that right now? It's making me depressed."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shiri</strong> on <strong>June 30, 2009, 10:22:30 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then...what do you want to talk about?" It was so rare for them just to talk that he was sure she'd come to rub the sickness in his face and tease him. But now she seemed so helpless, did she actually care for him?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>June 30, 2009, 07:00:07 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				No she would never rub it in his face about the sickness and she did care for him. "I just don't want us to fight anymore." She looked up at him this time with tears in her eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shiri</strong> on <strong>June 30, 2009, 11:11:32 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sighed and leaned back, feeling the pillow behind him. "Then what do you want to do? What do you want to talk about?" He struggled to think any topic but came short. He supposed it wouldn't be so bad to listen to his sister's ideas.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>June 30, 2009, 11:13:58 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well do you think mom will allow you to go out of the house for a bit?" Maybe they could go somewhere and talk or go out for dinner or something. It had been a long time since he had gotten out of the house.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shiri</strong> on <strong>June 30, 2009, 11:34:33 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We can try," he answered. He also wished to be out of the house, away from the drama. "Are you actually taking me out to a supper for once?" This day was full of surprises.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>June 30, 2009, 11:43:23 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you want." She took her hand away from his leg and smiled at him. The ice was finally breaking from underneath them and maybe they could be friends again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shiri</strong> on <strong>July 01, 2009, 12:03:40 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright, what kind of restaurant?" He wasn't going to be surprised if a fast food place was in order. Then he mildly wondered if that kind of greasy food would make his sickness worse or better. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 01, 2009, 12:05:12 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Your choice." A small smile appeared across her lips as she knew this was going to be a turning point for the two finally. Would their mom allow them to go though? He did need to get out of the house.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shiri</strong> on <strong>July 01, 2009, 09:44:33 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Steak, I could kill for some steak," he said jokingly. After all, with a trip to the hospital in order, it would probably be his last. "And then we'll go to a movie, and then we'll run away from home,...and then...I don't know..." it was also a joke to pass the time but he knew his situation wouldn't get better without a doctor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chances (Shiri &amp; silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 02, 2009, 01:55:07 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A small smile appeared on her lips when he started joking again. "There's the brother I used to know." She said looking at the door wondering what her mother was doing. He did need to get out of the house for a little while since he had been cooped up for a long time.
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