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"Hey are you OK?" you ask her, walking closer and seeing that she's visibly unhurt. | "Hey are you OK?" you ask her, walking closer and seeing that she's visibly unhurt. | ||
| - | The girl moans in pain | + | The girl moans in pain and you kneel down, asking her again. |
She opens her eyes, looking up at you. | She opens her eyes, looking up at you. | ||
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"Hey? Are you alright?" | "Hey? Are you alright?" | ||
| - | "I think so..." she mumbles | + | "I think so..." she mumbles. "Nothing feels broken..." |
| - | "I'll get you on the couch all right?" | + | "I'll get you on the couch, all right?" |
She nods. Using your newfound strength, you carry her bridal style to the couch. | She nods. Using your newfound strength, you carry her bridal style to the couch. | ||
| - | She sighs in relief but sits up as soon as you let go | + | She sighs in relief but sits up as soon as you let go. "Yeah, I think I'm fine," she says calmly as you stand up. |
| - | She's wearing a white tank top and blue jeans. He skin a pasty white and her eyes are a chocolate brown. Her bangs are short, as is the rest of her. | + | She's wearing a white tank top and blue jeans. He skin is a pasty white and her eyes are a chocolate brown. Her bangs are short, as is the rest of her. |
"Could you get my glasses? They came off when I fell..." | "Could you get my glasses? They came off when I fell..." | ||
| - | They're thick squarish and black | + | They're thick, squarish and black. You find them easily on the floor. |
"Thanks," she mumbles, putting them on. | "Thanks," she mumbles, putting them on. | ||
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She's much prettier with them on, though you can tell right away she's a nerd. A nerd that would have been out of your league even when you were one yourself, but a nerd nevertheless. | She's much prettier with them on, though you can tell right away she's a nerd. A nerd that would have been out of your league even when you were one yourself, but a nerd nevertheless. | ||
| - | "Who are you? What was a dresser doing there for..." | + | "Who are you? What was a dresser doing there for..." she suddenly says. "And umm... Why did you break down Michele's door?" |
*[[Lie.]] | *[[Lie.]] | ||
Current revision as of 01:43, 26 November 2008
"Hey are you OK?" you ask her, walking closer and seeing that she's visibly unhurt.
The girl moans in pain and you kneel down, asking her again.
She opens her eyes, looking up at you.
"Hey? Are you alright?"
"I think so..." she mumbles. "Nothing feels broken..."
"I'll get you on the couch, all right?"
She nods. Using your newfound strength, you carry her bridal style to the couch.
She sighs in relief but sits up as soon as you let go. "Yeah, I think I'm fine," she says calmly as you stand up.
She's wearing a white tank top and blue jeans. He skin is a pasty white and her eyes are a chocolate brown. Her bangs are short, as is the rest of her.
"Could you get my glasses? They came off when I fell..."
They're thick, squarish and black. You find them easily on the floor.
"Thanks," she mumbles, putting them on.
She's much prettier with them on, though you can tell right away she's a nerd. A nerd that would have been out of your league even when you were one yourself, but a nerd nevertheless.
"Who are you? What was a dresser doing there for..." she suddenly says. "And umm... Why did you break down Michele's door?"
| Welcome to the University | |||
| Health | 58 | Equipment:
Exacto Knife (100%) | |
| Gender | Male | ||
| Height | 6 feet | ||
| Weight | 195 lbs | ||
