sᏆᏒᎪᏁᎶᎬᏒ Than ƒαмιℓу || Semi-lit || Not Accepting

[Time.Child]

■ □ ● ○ ᏗᏕᏖᏋᏝ ᎷᏗᏒᎥᏕᏕᏗ ᏇᎥᏝᏦᎥᏁᏕ ○ ● □ ■
Stella || Sixteen || Outfit

ᏕᏦᎩᏝᏗᏒ ᏗᎷᎥᏒᏗ ᏇᎥᏝᏦᎥᏁᏕ
Skylar || One || Outfit

Stella shrugged lightly. Ever since she had Skylar, she had sort of started to become more motherly towards everyone. Stella walked over towards the bed, "Is it wrong to care?" she asked. Stella carried Skylar over to her crib, and placed her inside. She covered her with her blankey, and watched her yawn, her eyes closing. Stella smiled lightly and walked back over to Rosie.

[fly away.]

◙ Evan Lake Langer ◙
"Skateboarding is more than just a sport to me, it's my life. It's what keeps me going."

Evan nodded a little bit, biting down on his lip. "I more than like it, it's like my life.." he said, shrugging a little bit, spinning the wheels again. He bit down on his lip, trying to calm down a little bit. He knew this guy wasn't going to steal his board. But that still didn't get rid of that nagging voice in the back of his head that yelled at him to hold his skateboard as tightly to his chest as possible and sprint away.

[changed]

"No but.-" Rosie said, cutting herself off. She started to cough, and she couldn't stop herself.
She fished about in her pocket for her inhaler, remembering she put it there that morning.
"Oh crap." She thought, thinking that it had fallen out when she had ran off earlier. She
didn't know what to do.

[Time.Child]

■ □ ● ○ ᏗᏕᏖᏋᏝ ᎷᏗᏒᎥᏕᏕᏗ ᏇᎥᏝᏦᎥᏁᏕ ○ ● □ ■
Stella || Sixteen || Outfit

ᏕᏦᎩᏝᏗᏒ ᏗᎷᎥᏒᏗ ᏇᎥᏝᏦᎥᏁᏕ
Skylar || One || Outfit

Stella looked alarmed, "What's wrong? Where's your inhaler?" she asked. She bit her lip and thought she mat have dropped it. She ran out into the hallway, looking on the ground. She found it by the doorway to the living room. Stella sighed, and hurried back into the bedroom. She handed Rosie her inhaler, and sat down next to her on the bed.

[changed]

At the next chance she could, Rosie took her inhaler. She couldn't feel it
working, like she usally could. "Its not-" She said, pausing to let some
coughs by. "Working." She countinued. Afterwards the coughing started
again. All she wanted to do was hide. She hated people seeing her in the state she
was in. It made her look weak, and like she had some sort of issue.

[Time.Child]

(( What exactly would you like me to do ? o.0 ))

[changed]

((I dunno. It's up to you...))

[ojoku]

Alec T. Raella
Twelve|A bit confused|Living Room|Did I say something?
"You seem a bit nervous..." Alec watched him, concerned. It wasn't often he was comfortable with talking to people, but... Some how he was now. It was odd. The kid that sat in front of him looked very nervous, biting his lip and all. Holding the skateboard close, too. Why was he like that? Maybe he was... Afraid? No, no. Untrusting. That was possible.

[fly away.]

◙ Evan Lake Langer ◙
"Skateboarding is more than just a sport to me, it's my life. It's what keeps me going."

Nervous was an understatement, he shrugged a little bit. He finally made himself stop biting down on his lip. Made himself look composed, and at least a little bit normal. He glanced around the living room, running a hand through his blonde hair. Finally, his Sprite-bottle green eyes fell onto Alec again. "I am, kinda.." he admitted, spinning the wheels on his board. He was nervous that someone was going to steal his board. That's what made him nervous. That was all that made him nervous. Some people were terrified of getting hurt. Evan was only scared of three things in this world, small spaces, his board getting stolen, and when people told him they loved him, like the foster parents, then left him.

[ojoku]

Alec T. Raella
Twelve|Determined|Living Room|Really? He's nervous?
Alec knew what it was like to be nervous. He'd been at the apartment for close to one week, but he still felt a bit nervous some times. He stood from where he was on the floor and sat on the couch next to Evan. "This place is completely safe. What're you so worried about?" He asked, watching his words and tone carefully. Sometimes things came out wrong, sometimes he messed things up. Maybe he could become better at talking to people in time.