The Seam Adventures [Open]
Apr 26, 2011 23:24:35 GMT -5
Post by shunado on Apr 26, 2011 23:24:35 GMT -5
[glow=white,2,300]"It's okay,"[/glow] [glow=blue,2,300]Justin soothed.[/glow] [glow=white,2,300]"You'll be alright. Just calm down."[/glow] [glow=blue,2,300]Justin rubbed a cool, wet rag on his mother's forehead in an attempt to cool down the excessive fever. Justin grabbed the two emergency tranquelizer pills that he kept beside his mother's bed on a small wooden table that looked like it could brake any day now. His mother's eyes were wide and full of horror as she thrashed around schouted out cries of help. Pain stabbed through Justin's heart like a thorn. His mother didn't deserve to suffer like this. Thankfully, however, it was just his mother and not his sister to.[/glow]
[glow=blue,2,300]Justin had no choice but to force the pills into his mothers mouth. He then was forced to hold her mouth open as he poured water in so that she could swallow them. Within the hour, she was dead quiet. Justin began to worry that it had gone down the wrong pipe and drowned her without his notice. He checked her pulse, realising she was alive. A snore confirmed that she was alive and asleep. [/glow]
[glow=blue,2,300]Justin left the rag on her forehead in an attempt to lower the fever some. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed some left over bread that sat on that table and some more water and left it next to his mother's bed side. Atleast if she woke up and she was hungry or thirsty she'd have something to eat and drink. Justin grabbed a coat and walked outside.[/glow]
[glow=blue,2,300]The Seam air was musty and full of misery. The grey sky that usually hung over District Twelve seemed to be thicker in The Seam. Maybe it was just him. Justin reached into his pocket to count how much he had on him. Twelve Dollars lay in his hand. The most he had seen all week. He thought of what he needed and the first thought that hit his mind was food and medicine.
Justin immediatly headed for The Hob, the local black market. As he stepped through the front door he shouted, [/glow][glow=white,2,300]"hello everybody!"[/glow] [glow=blue,2,300]Most people in The Hob knew him and shouted back a hello.[/glow] [glow=white,2,300]"What kind of poultry do you have that's cheap,"[/glow] [glow=blue,2,300]Justin asked stepping up to the front counter.[/glow]
[glow=yellow,2,300]"Our cheapest poultry is a week old turkey."[/glow]
[glow=white,2,300] "Dont you have anything fresher under ten dollars," he said with a hint of annoyance.[/glow]
[glow=yellow,2,300]"Sorry kid,"[/glow] [glow=blue,2,300]the bar tender said forwning.[/glow] [glow=yellow,2,300]"I can give you a discount since your mother and sister are sick. How about a slightly fresher chicken for eight dollars?"[/glow] [glow=blue,2,300]Justin thought it over and realised it was the best he could get. He agreed and made the trade. As he turned to leave he collided into someone. He fell to the ground dropping his poultry and glared up at the character who knocked him down.[/glow] [glow=white,2,300]"What the hell is your problem?!"[/glow]
[glow=blue,2,300]Justin had no choice but to force the pills into his mothers mouth. He then was forced to hold her mouth open as he poured water in so that she could swallow them. Within the hour, she was dead quiet. Justin began to worry that it had gone down the wrong pipe and drowned her without his notice. He checked her pulse, realising she was alive. A snore confirmed that she was alive and asleep. [/glow]
[glow=blue,2,300]Justin left the rag on her forehead in an attempt to lower the fever some. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed some left over bread that sat on that table and some more water and left it next to his mother's bed side. Atleast if she woke up and she was hungry or thirsty she'd have something to eat and drink. Justin grabbed a coat and walked outside.[/glow]
[glow=blue,2,300]The Seam air was musty and full of misery. The grey sky that usually hung over District Twelve seemed to be thicker in The Seam. Maybe it was just him. Justin reached into his pocket to count how much he had on him. Twelve Dollars lay in his hand. The most he had seen all week. He thought of what he needed and the first thought that hit his mind was food and medicine.
Justin immediatly headed for The Hob, the local black market. As he stepped through the front door he shouted, [/glow][glow=white,2,300]"hello everybody!"[/glow] [glow=blue,2,300]Most people in The Hob knew him and shouted back a hello.[/glow] [glow=white,2,300]"What kind of poultry do you have that's cheap,"[/glow] [glow=blue,2,300]Justin asked stepping up to the front counter.[/glow]
[glow=yellow,2,300]"Our cheapest poultry is a week old turkey."[/glow]
[glow=white,2,300] "Dont you have anything fresher under ten dollars," he said with a hint of annoyance.[/glow]
[glow=yellow,2,300]"Sorry kid,"[/glow] [glow=blue,2,300]the bar tender said forwning.[/glow] [glow=yellow,2,300]"I can give you a discount since your mother and sister are sick. How about a slightly fresher chicken for eight dollars?"[/glow] [glow=blue,2,300]Justin thought it over and realised it was the best he could get. He agreed and made the trade. As he turned to leave he collided into someone. He fell to the ground dropping his poultry and glared up at the character who knocked him down.[/glow] [glow=white,2,300]"What the hell is your problem?!"[/glow]
