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OOC - This is the first for a while, but here is a JP between myself
and Keats. :D
OOC2 - Don't forget to sent your e-mails to me voting in the
Longwoods!
Who: Amber, Keats
Where: Places
When: Time
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He left, checked
his watch and walked into the corridor. His vision blurred slightly
as he stepped, then fell into a limping shuffle.
"whaa... the....."
He fell to his knees and whited out.
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From somewhere John couldnt make out, a voice rang out.
"So.. you been out drinking again"
"J..Jack?"
"No im not Jack, now get up!" Keats opend his eyes and glanced at
his watch. How long had he been out for? According to the watch,
almost 6 hours. He looked up. Amber stood above him and radiated pure
rage. Keats thought about that question for a few seconds.
"Umm. I'm not rightly sure myself. I just kinda whited out"
"Yeah. I bet."
"Actually, its the truth." He waited for a helping hand, and
finding none, picked himself up carefully, he seemed to be ok now.
Looking Keats over Amber smirked.
"You look rough. I'm not surprised the amount you drink." She
sniffed. "Whats that smell?" Keats sniffed the air a second. His wife
was right, there was a strong smell, it was a kind of mix of burnt
hair, cabbage and vinegar.
"Ah, yes, i was with Severn just before I found myself here. I was
checking out... a new invention of his..."
"Smells more like smoke to me." She glared at Keats "I thought I
said I didn't like you smoking." She shoved him in the chest, to make
her point. Keats stumbled backwards slightly.
"Well, thats not always true, I do smoke just after certain...
group activities?" This didnt earn the laugh or smile he for some
reason expected, and infact, only earnt him a slap and a sore
cheek. "Ok ok, im sorry/ I may of had one earlier. Anyway, what have
you been up to?" It was true that they didn't share a standard
married relationship. The truth is Keats was too scared to tell
anyone thats their married incase Jack, or, he gulped, Phil found out
and Amber randomly hates and loves Keats.
"Generally feeling annoyed with everything. You know that Callum
creature? I want to kill him. You know he tried to leave everyone on
the Pirate ship? Just abandon them all to die." She growled and her
eyes flared, flashing their still black irises.
"Woah.. calm down babe"
"DONT call me babe!"
"Ok-ok, sorry. Calm down hey? sure, hes a bastard, tell ya what, il
give him kick later, but he aitn worth it..." He put an arm on
Ambers shoulder to try and calm her down. She removed his hand from
her shoulder.
"Don't touch me. You know where that got us last time. It was your
fault we have to hide this marrige thing." She spat at him, and
stepped threateningly towards him. Keats knew better than to stand up
to a raging Amber, he backed off and held his hand up in defence, she
batted them away, flinging small droplets of blood onto keats face.
"Don't you ever get tired of being such a spineless coward!" Keats
raised a hand to his cheek and brought it down to look at the crimson
liquid that now stained his face.
"Woah.. woah, what hapend? Did someone do that to you? Who was it?"
Keats put a hand on the pistol butt concealed in his jacket. Amber
looked at the back of her hand and saw the red raw knuckles, two of
which were slightly mis-shapen. Mesmerised by the sight of her
mangled hand she murmered to Keats.
"Holly annoyed me, so I punched the monitor. It broke.... So did my
hand...." Her voice was almost childlike and her head swam, the pain
catching up to her. She became dizzy and used her good hand to lean
on the coridoor wall. Keats eased his hand off the pistol and caught
Amber as she slumped sideways into the wall and propped her up with
his shoulder. She tried to resist but her good hand was over his
shoulder for support and her other hand had gone limp.
"Come on.. we'd better get you off to the Infirmary to get that
looked at"
"What's happening to me John?" She babbeled, the black draining
from her eyes. "I don't understand it."
"I.... I dunno for certain, but I think the best thing is, is to
get a professional to look at you" Keats knew what the Dwarfian
doctors were like, but he couldnt think of a better word.
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