Fallen Angels like Misguided Ghosts

[Vulpesveritas]

"I'm suddenly confused." sighed Rick. "Anyhow, this is something I've never seen before... in my own house." he said, peering into the staircase leading down. He knew there was a basement, but this wasn't the enterance to it. A second basement? His grandfather must have something to do with this.

[FromAlterniaWithHate]

"Heh, a tv show. makes me think of all the ones ive never see-" WUMP. I fell the ground, unconcious.

[Vulpesveritas]

"Wait... are you okay?" Rick said, running over to Trisha. "Are you okay?" he said, shaking her

[FromAlterniaWithHate]

*unconcious FAIL XD* There was a big bump which was unfortunatly spilling blood.

[Vulpesveritas]

"Great." Said rick, as he picked up Trisha, and took her to a guest bedroom. Grabbing some bandages and antibacterial cream, he treated the bump. He then placed an icepack on the wound. "Now just how did you get that?" he muttered, trying to think of when she got an injury.

[FromAlterniaWithHate]

*time for a scicadelic fan rave! >:3*
"lets get the philosophers stone, al."*oh yes....* i mumbled in my sleep. there were several other random comments olike"Ishval should be treated fairly!" or"Dammit! Cinderheart went off with Lionblaze!" and such before I woke up with a moan.

[Vulpesveritas]

"Anime fan much?" Rick said, having heard a bunch of things. "By the way, you've been out of it for more than a day." he added, standing up. "Want something to eat?" he asked.

[FromAlterniaWithHate]

I scowled at him."If you know that, then you must be one too. And yes, I want food. and maybe a shower."

[Vulpesveritas]

"There's a bathroom right over there." Rick said, pointing with his thumb to a door behind him. "I'll go make some lunch. You like roast beef, right?" he said, as he started to walk to a door on the right.

[FromAlterniaWithHate]

I headed to have a shower. Omg, i hadnt slept in two days, and i ended up being knocked out. Jeeze. I guess it was time for a bath too.