[Pooka and Damon der Nacht]

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Hullo, this is Pooka's and I's roleplay only. Please don't post unless you are either of us. ^^

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•Username• Damon der Nacht
•Character's Name• Kyle Connor Plaed
•Gender• Male
•Age• 22
•Appearance• A man with jet black hair and bright green eyes that could almost be described as emerald in colour. His skin has a tan to it, and he doesn't look very strong but it does show when he punches you in the face. He can be described as tall, with a height of six two, although his dad reaches 'to the sky' as his mother likes to say. His jawline is strong and thin, which most people wonder about since it was broken two years ago. Eyebrows are medium thickness and normal length, and are a bit lighter than his actual hair colour.
•Personality• RPed out.
•Relationship• He's had a crush on Pooka's character for a while.
•Other• None

[Pooka.]

•Username• Pooka.
•Character's Name• Haley Fulton
•Gender• Female
•Age• 21
•Appearance• Haley has reddish brown hair with silver/very light blue eyes. She's 5'7 in height, which is most of the time average height for women. Her face is soft and slim, though it has a normal fullness to it. Haley has tan skin almost naturally. Her hair reaches just below her shoulders and is a bit curly most of the time, but it looks nice. Her eyebrows are the same color as her hair, and are normal length and have a soft thickness.
•Personality• Roleplay it out. ^^
•Relationship• Best friends with Kyle. Hasn't ever had a crush on him before.
•Other• Diagnosed with Amnesia.

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[Great! ^^ Shall we begin?]

[Pooka.]

(Yeah ^^ you can start)

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Kyle awoke for the morning, running his fingers through his short-cropped jet black hair and blinking the fuzziness of sleep out of his eyes with a quiet sigh. It was going to be another long day to wrestle down, and he honestly wasn't in the mood to really do much today, but this was the time he woke up so he was going to stay up. He sat up and set his feet on to the floor and then moved from there by stretching and going into his closet to pick out an outfit. Fashion wasn't big with him, so he picket up the first thing on the top of the pile, a black T-Shirt and normal jeans. Pulling them on, he wondered about what he was going to do that day. Maybe I should visit Haley today. What else? I have the day off work. Before she was diagnosed with amnesia, they'd been really good friends. Best friends, actually, and everyone bothered them about going out. Now he was slowly trying to piece together what was now lost, and he felt little hope with the matter.

But the truth was that he liked her. That was why he bothered trying to help her jog her memory and get out of this. They'd been friends since as long as he could remember, and he didn't know what to do. He'd just been getting ready to tell her about how he felt a while ago... And then she got into an accident, and her memory was basically erased.

[Pooka.]

(Sorry I took so long, parents got home and made me do a few chores)

Haley yawned and she opened her eyes to being in the hospital; the doctors had more tests they wanted to run on her. Why am I here? she thought frantically in her head, this being the everyday routine since the accident. Haley had had a few distinct injuries in the accident, one of them being a few broken ribs. She had a few nurses that came to her side, and her mother was there to explain it somewhat to her again, like she had everyday for the past two weeks.

Haley was crying, like usual, trying to remember anything or anyone. She could remember things and people all before the accident had happened, but after the accident, nothing would remain in her mind to the next morning. Haley sighed, refusing to talk to the nurses more. She put her hand on her rib cage, wincing at the pain she now felt in them. "How did this all happen?" She mumbled to herself and closed her eyes.

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[No problem. ^^]

Kyle was driving down toward the hospital, wondering if Haley's case had gotten any better. It probably hadn't but he could always hope that she would one day get her memory jogged and then recognize people again. So far, there hadn't been any hope. Sighing, he pressed on the gas pedal and reached the speed limit or maybe a few miles over; impatience gnawing at him like a hungry and wild animal that wasn't in the mood to be messed with. Her mother had been so sad that her daughter had gotten into that accident, and he did his best to smile as he came every day to give her support. She needed it.

When the huge white building came into sight, he slowed down slightly and drove into a parking space. Eager to get up there, he immediately turned off the car and jumped out. Well, if you count jumping out as being choked by your seat belt. Noticing his error and rubbing his neck, Kyle unbuckled then jumped out. At a fast pace, he ran past cars coming in and walking families with children clinging fearfully to their parents. When he got in, people tried to tell him to slow down, but he kept going until he was in Haley's hall. That was when he slowed down, being careful to not make much noise. The people in here had serious cases of illnesses, and he didn't want to get in trouble at the moment.

He stopped in front of her room door. Her name card was neatly slipped into the little plastic slot below that, and he gently put his hand on the door knob, as if he feared it would break. When he stepped inside, he saw the familiar face of the girl he knew so well, and saw her crying. His hands went behind his back as one of the nurses looked up skeptically. "I'm here to visit the patient, Ms. Haley Fulton." Kyle commented quietly, and when she looked back down he walked over to the bed.

[Pooka.]

Haley heard the familiar voice of Kyle, her longtime best friend. She began wondering how many times he had visited her, and she also began wondering how many days she had thought that exact thought. Haley's eyes opened, her mind clouded with the pain of reality. She had never thought that something like this could happen to her, and she kept thinking how this was possible. Haley sighed as she stared at the ceiling, trying to remember something from the day before, but her mind was blank. Her body was filled with fear, fear of never living a normal life again. Haley only wanted to go back in time the day before it all happened, but she knew she couldn't, and she knew this was her life now.

She finally turned her head to Kyle, her tear-streaked face slightly red and flustered. Her eyes were sad and in disbelief of it all. "You weren't in the accident, were you?" Haley asked softly, unsure if he was or not. She would feel worse about everything if he had been in it, considering she wouldn't have been able to be there for him since she was amnesiac. Haley lifted a hand and wiped away the residue of the tears, trying to think of something good that had or could come out of this, but it was no use; nothing in her mind sounded good about this situation. Never remembering anything. Always learning again that she had been in a tragic accident and she wouldn't be able to remember anything ever again, or at least that's what the doctors said.

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"No, I wasn't in the accident." Kyle offered, shuffling slightly awkwardly on his feet as he heard Haley's voice. Her pretty face was tear-streaked and he felt quite depressed just seeing her lie there, looking defenseless. He dug around in his pocket for a moment, looking for something that he'd stuffed in there. Pulling it out, he revealed a small black box stuffed with tissue paper. In honesty, he had bought her a little stained glass kitten the other day when he was walking downtown and he thought that she might like it. Opening it, he placed the small, carefully made tabby kitten onto the palm of his hand. It looked so lifelike with its wedge-shaped head and alert, green eyes.

"I got this for you when I was passing by an antique shop a few days ago." Kyle offered, hoping that it might cheer her up in the slightest. Maybe, maybe not. He didn't know what might make her feel better, and he truly felt worse to see her like this, crying and confused with the result of that stupid accident. If that hadn't happened, she wouldn't have been diagnosed with amnesia and her ribs wouldn't be broken. Was his bitter thought, but he offered a smile to the girl he cared so much for, even if it may be forced from his bitter feelings and sadness that he went to sleep with every night. Most people would have gone and hid under a rock or something, but he wanted to be brave and face what happened.