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28. "This is a sin!"
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28. "This is a sin!"
Your muse is found on the streets by my muse, clothes torn, bruised, and looking extremely weak. Send đȘ for my muses reaction.
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"I think you need to talk to someone - a professional."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Do you think it's broken?"
Carlisle squeezed his eyes upon her arm, "it's hard to tell, but considering the way you move or better to say, don't want to move it. I would say yes." Carlisle smiled though while he moved towards of the door, "follow me, we're going to take a picture and see what the röntgen is going to say."Â
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"An ambulance is on its way."
"Are you feeling okay?"
"Bless you."
"Call 911!"
"Do you have a tissue?"
"Do you think it's broken?"
"Does that hurt?"
"How long do you have?"
"I don't get sick."
"I don't want to feel like this anymore."
"I hate hospitals."
"I think that's going to need stitches."
"I think you need to talk to someone - a professional."
"I'm contagious."
"I'm going to be sick."
"I'm not crazy!"
"I'm not going to make it."
"It hurts!"
"It's just a cold."
"Ugh, my head feels like it's about to explode."
"We need to get you to a doctor."
"What's the prognosis?"
"You're burning up."
"You're sending me to a shrink?"
"You're sick."
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// but im not good!!! My anxiety is up the freaking wall! And i am upset :/ compassionate-vampire
// You are an amazing Alistair! Donât be upset. Please ):
// tooâŠ
// still doesnt make me feel better. But it does happen. -_- i realize he is a canon character and that i do not own him but ive been writing as him for YEARS and i feel incredibly close to the character. Closer than meyer co sidering she only had him in the book for two pages.
When someone else shows up i feel like i have failed to bring the character to life in rp so much that someone else had to make a blog and play him.i know rp is for fun but now i feel like a complete failure.
// I'm not really sure what to tell you. It's good that you feel passionate but you shouldn't feel bad because someone else likes the same character. Just know that you're not a failure.. Not at all.Â
// but im not good!!! My anxiety is up the freaking wall! And i am upset :/ compassionate-vampire
// You are an amazing Alistair! Â Donât be upset. Please ):Â
// too late. Someone has already ruined my day. Probably ruin my birthday tomorrow too.
//Ah come on. You canât stop people from rp-ing as someone they like. It shouldnât ruin your day. Especially not your birthday.Â
// no but im most likely going to be replaced or some crazy shit like that. Its not amusing. Ive been the only alistair roleplayer for 6-7 years. Ive checked other sites and such now another has shown up. You can understand my stress level.
// I do understand it, but there is always a possibility that he'll eventually go offline and forget about his account. Most likely it's a side account. Try to ignore it.. alright? People won't replace you, you're an amazing Alistair.Â
// but im not good!!! My anxiety is up the freaking wall! And i am upset :/ compassionate-vampire
// You are an amazing Alistair! Â Donât be upset. Please ):Â
// too late. Someone has already ruined my day. Probably ruin my birthday tomorrow too.
//Ah come on. You can't stop people from rp-ing as someone they like. It shouldn't ruin your day. Especially not your birthday.Â
// but im not good!!! My anxiety is up the freaking wall! And i am upset :/ compassionate-vampire
// You are an amazing Alistair! Â Don't be upset. Please ):Â
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"Now that you are healed. Would you please answer my question and tell me why you are here?" Carlisle hadnât believed in aliens. Now he was standing in front of one. It was pretty intimidating. He had been around for a while now, he had thought that he knew everything. Almost everything. It appeared he was wrong.Â
Garrus looked at the other and sighed. âJoker sent me these coordinates and told me to come here. I think it was a prank but I wanted to make sure of it.â the Mandibles on his face moved liked a stretch his scars on his face becoming more prominent âwe do not want the Reapers to attack EarthâŠâ
Carlisle had to blink a few times before he had come up with an answer. âJoker?â it wasnât the best he had come up with, but it would answer at least a few of his questions. He honestly had no idea what this man/alien was talking about. âReapers? Attack? Honestly, it would be a little easier if you would explain everything to me,âÂ
Garrus nodded. âWell there is an intergalatic war going on against a species we though was long since dead. But they are very much alive and have been using Geth and collectors to attack human colonies to make an ultimate reaper.â
"I am a Turian we derive from what you humans call lizards so do the Asari, Protheans, Salarians and Krogens. Turians are trained at a young age to fight, most dont live to see past forty human years." Garrus looked at him. "If you have a question just ask me or if I am going to fast tell me to slow down."
"I haven't heard of attacks on humans, sure there are wars here," he frowned. The whole thing just seemed to be strange. "I still do not understand it, but I am glad that you're on our side," he nodded. Having an Alien tell him that they were fighting in order to stop the humans from going extinct. It sounded unreal, but he was glad that there were species who were willing to fight for them.Â
The whole thing was just unreal. "So why is this war here?"
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Carlisle stopped moving immediately when he noticed someone else around. It wasnât because an other heartbeat was around, but loud footsteps. Clearly the person he was about to encounter was new, older vampires knew how to position their feet to make them seem invisible while they were traveling. Carlisle squeezed his eyes, trying to determinate where he would meet this stranger.Â
Enzo had been in Forks for only a few weeks and he was starting to get bored with this place. But he never did stay in one place for long enough. Considering all of the lives the young newborn had taken in his wake and now he had to leave before someone found out what he was doing and would come to punish the young vampire. Looking around for a moment after a kill the vampire heard footsteps knowing he was caught and he didnât want to be. This wasnât good at all. Lucky he just fed or someone would be in for a world of hurt if he didnât. Pale twisted evil lips formed a smirk when he saw the other watching. He hated being watched. It made him angry.âWho are you? Are you going to kill me? Iâm not doing anything wrong I promise. Iâm just looking for a place to stay and I hate not being welcome. So welcome me to this lovely townâThe new born hissed coldly as he stood like he was made of stone waiting for the other to come out and confront him. Maybe tonight would be his end or his begining. He had yet to find out.
The smile upon his face caused him to frown. He didn't trust him, that was a gut feeling. "My name is Carlisle, I live here with my family and I am not going to kill you," he slightly turned his head. "Welcome to Forks, you're not allowed to kill people here," if he wanted to be welcomed to this town, he should know the rules. "Where is your creator?" obviously this man was still new, he should have someone around of him who controlled him properly. Newborns were overrun with emotions, they couldn't control them and that was why he wasn't acting all defensive. He understood how it was to be new to all the new powers, to feel thirsty all the time and be confused. "Would you like to come with me?" sure bringing a newborn to his family didn't sound like a good plan. But there he would have Edward, who could read his mind, and Jasper who had experience with newborns, not to mention Edward. He could push him down if he would try to do something that would hurt them.Â
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Carlisle studied his son, his hands busy with putting a bandage around of his patientâs arm. âI appreciate you coming with me,â he assured. The patient was still asleep, which made it possible for them to talk a little more freely than they would usually do. âI would love to teach you something, not to mention learn you how to deal with.. blood,âÂ
"Itâs no problem, Carlisle." Edward spoke softly, watching as he dealt with his patient. He could never have the grace and skill that Carlisle has to take care of these people, let alone the strength to deal with emergency situations. "I would appreciate that very much. It would definitely be helpful in the long run." He nodded his head as he spoke to Edward, knowing they werenât within anyoneâs hearing range.
Carlisle smiled, looking down while he tucked the end bandage underneath of the bandage he had just wrapped around of his arm, causing it to stay on his place. He looked up, "especially if you're going to high school in order to fit in with the others, we do not want to stand out from the others." It would all be so much easier if everyone could stand blood, there wouldn't be much blood on school, but it would still be easier if his children wouldn't want to drink every student.Â
"Good, it doesnât fit your personality," he nodded. Carlisle stood behind of Alistair, letting him study the house. "I donât think that it is a contest? This is my family, I donât care about their powers. I care for them as my family and for their personality," he mentioned, studying his old friend. "I thought you would know that by now?"Â
"I never said it was a contest." Alistair replied quickly and defensively. "You are putting words into my mouth, Carlisle. I do not appreciate it." He looked over his shoulder to look at the other blond vampire behind him. "I do know that, I was only saying the Volturi do posses gifts that could easily take your coven down. Even if you survived the so called trialâ that was only speaking. Not hand to hand combat- or mental combat in some cases." Alistair blinked a few times and shifted his gaze away back to the walls of the house. "You lived with them for a while- you should know that they have strengths you do not have. Your coven does not have. They will be backâ and will get rid of you all. Sad you got yourself into this mess."Â
He shrugged, "it sounded like that, it was never my intention to put words in your mouth," Carlisle studied his old friend. He wasn't sure why, but he always seemed to be interested in the Volturi, bringing them up whenever they would have a conversation. Carlisle had learned to ignore it, sure the Volturi were a threat for his family, but they would know if something was up. "The Volturi have their own rules, Aro wouldn't attack us without a valid reason. We're lucky Caius isn't in charge when it comes to that," he raised his eyebrow. "If anything would happen, we would have Alice. We would know their plan. And if they kill us, they would send a wrong message, that's not something that Aro wants to do," living with the Volturi for more than a century certainly made him see that Aro had made his own rules within the Volturi. They were aware of the consequences that came with their power.Â
"I hope you're not here to only discuss about that?"Â
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Carlisleâs eyebrows were furrowed together and without saying a word he turned around again, mumbling a quick sorry so he could close the door without looking too shocked. What was happening to him, why did he not knock on the door. He just blindly opened the door and saw.. everything. Sure she was gorgeous but he had rather seen her with her willing. Carlisle wasnât sure why he had that previous thought. He was just taking back by the way he had stumbled up on her.
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He turned his head, watching her when she told him that she was okay. He needed to be sure, so he reached his hand out in order to touch hers. âAre you sure?â he bit down upon his lower lip, noticing how she smiled. It obviously was to make him think everything was alright. He shook his head, studying her when she took the blame. âI should have knocked, something Iâll do next time. I promise,â he smiled while he looked down at her.
They talked about it, now they should just keep things quiet and enjoy each other while they were going to have their trip. âYes,â he smiled and reached his hand out. He wasnât sure if she wanted to grab it but he figured that if he would at least reach his hand out, she would understand. He hoped. âIâve made you something to eat, I hope youâll like it,âÂ
âI am,â replied she in confirmation. Nothing could be said or done to remove the awkward encounter from their memories so she had to let go of the inexplicable embarrassment she felt. âI-itâs.. I..â she mumbled. Due to some kind of lack of self-confidence, the woman found herself flailing about as she tried to show she did not blame him. She was never this nervous. âLet us forget about it,â Sylph spoke eventually, leaving no opening for further discussion.
When she saw Carlisle held out his hand for her to take, the blonde was hesitant at first, but the thought of walking hand in hand made her too excited to decline the offer. Thus, she gladly but slowly took hold of his hand and started for the exit. âYou have?â The sirenâs eyes glowed with renewed enthusiasm. She knew Carlisle was an excellent cook, and his dishes were delicious. Sylph smiled bright as she thought of the many possible things he could have made her. âI always like the food you prepare,â she giggled and softly squeezed his hand.
He nodded, agreeing with her. Forgetting about it would probably be better. And that thought got confirmed when she grabbed his hand and suddenly seemed to be excited. That caused him to grin, being glad that this situation had altered into a better one. Sylph didn't seem to feel awkward anymore and that caused him to grin. When Carlisle moved down the stairs he went to grab for the basket he had prepared, filled with food, something to drink and for him some blood to drink, and of course a blanket to sit on.Â
When he grabbed it, he soon turned towards of Sylph his lips curled up. "Lets go," he nodded, leading her outside while he locks the door. "Would you like to walk through the forest or go by car?" for him the choice was obvious. He would just run and be there within a few minutes. Yet he wasn't going to run with Sylph in his own arm and the basket on his other. It wouldn't be quite romantic. And he could imagine that going with car was much easier to go around.Â