GoldenHouou
antagoonist
OOC: Guess who's suffering from a writer's block now ;; This is the best I can do right now, but hey, at least it's a posssst!
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Michel Lefèbvre
(Future) Wielder of the Stallion Boots of Gaia
New Magostra - Day 1
Michel sighed when Snowball scolded him… again. Seriously, she was slowly but steadily becoming a bit like his sister. Well, not that it mattered as he rarely took any sort of scolding seriously anyway. And he didn’t dislike his sister because she scolded him, because she stole his things and returned them broken, or because she turned out to be an all-around asshole when she became a teen either, no. The reason he wanted to spend as little time with her as possible was because she confided to him. He hated that. Hated someone using him as a shoulder to cry on if he didn’t get something out of it too. He was busy enough dodging his own problems, god knows he didn’t have to hear about others’, especially not constantly. Now ladies, he didn’t mind helping them out, not at all. He always got something out of it, after all. Like Jessica, when she woke – because she would wake, he wouldn’t have someone dying on his arms – she’d give him that kiss, so it’d be worth it.
“Alright, sorry, sorry,” Michel retorted when Snowball had finished, realizing that he hadn’t heard half the things she said. He had gotten the gist of it all though: ‘shaddap, eat your gummi and bring Jess upstairs’. Right. He took a look at the small… candy thing and sighed again. And here he had tried to refuse eating one so someone else could have his portion. He wasn’t hungry or that hurt after all. Hunter had stormed off, though, and since it seemed like he wasn’t going to be taking any, well… Michel popped the gummi in his mouth and was just about to head upstairs when he heard something that made him almost drop the girl he was carrying.
"All fixed up! Your rooms are ready! Each has two beds so you might need to share, young ladies." The blue, fat man announced as he emerged from the depths of the inn again, and Michel’s ears – if humanly possible – perked.
Ladies… sharing beds?
Holy hell he’d be all over that like woah.
Images of Carly and Jessica sharing a bed, half-exposed legs tangled together and breasts pressed against each other popped in his mind, and it was only after he reminded himself multiple times that ‘dude, no, Jess could be like in a coma or something’ that he managed to gain back his composure and wobble upstairs. He hadn’t managed to walk too far ahead though, when he already heard a bloodcurling scream and stopped in his tracks, eyebrows raised. Huh. Sounded like the chubby dude. Michel backpedaled a few steps and peeked into the stairway, only to see Carly run around trying to help the collapsed guy, Zuri joining in not late after. Damn. Should he fake injuries like that too? If collapsing earned you attention like that then he wanted a shot too. Especially since they actually carried him in the girls’ room.
Damn, dude, you in luck.
Michel followed shortly after the two chicks and placed Jess on a vacant bed. She was bleeding still, so it’d be better to bandage her up and fast. Actually, he probably should have bandaged her up ages ago. Hm. Now uh, what to use…? For a very fleeting moment Michel pondered if he should tear parts of his clothes to wrap around the injuries, but then the image of Diego ripping apart his shirt came to mind and he couldn’t help but laugh out loud. No. He refused to look that… over the top. Besides, he liked his clothes. They were expensive too, so bedsheets would do just fine.
With that, he reached and tore parts of the sheets apart, wrapping them around her wounds and then sitting next to her. He took out the gummi that was meant to her and tilted his head. Hmm, should he give it mouth-to-mouth? Just to… to ensure she swallowed it, was all. He gave a sideyed glance to the rest of the group and shook his head, figuring he’d probably get a scythe to the back of his neck should he try that. The weapon was lying on the floor, readily used by anyone after all. Oh well.
He got up and fetched a glass of water, hoping liquid would help her swallow. He really, really had no idea what to do with unconscious patients. Or patients to begin with, really. He had never thought he’d need first aid – usually he’d leave all unconscious people to their own devices. Ah well, it couldn’t be that hard, right?
As he returned with the water, Michel moved so that the rest could see what he was doing and stop him in case he’d accidentally drown the girl with the water or something, before he dropped the candy in the glass and lifted her head with one hand.
Well, here goes, he thought as he tipped the liquid into her mouth and pulled her into a better position, hoping she could swallow. He started to look around the room and as he did, his gaze soon happened upon Diego. Damn, he was looking miserable. Meh, might as well offer the guy some advice.
“Hey, dude, you might wanna do something about that low self-esteem of yours,” he pointed out in good will, referring to the things he had blurted out in the stairway. “You ain’t gonna score like that. And it's better for you too, you know. Gonna solve a lot of problems all at once."
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Michel Lefèbvre
(Future) Wielder of the Stallion Boots of Gaia
New Magostra - Day 1
Michel sighed when Snowball scolded him… again. Seriously, she was slowly but steadily becoming a bit like his sister. Well, not that it mattered as he rarely took any sort of scolding seriously anyway. And he didn’t dislike his sister because she scolded him, because she stole his things and returned them broken, or because she turned out to be an all-around asshole when she became a teen either, no. The reason he wanted to spend as little time with her as possible was because she confided to him. He hated that. Hated someone using him as a shoulder to cry on if he didn’t get something out of it too. He was busy enough dodging his own problems, god knows he didn’t have to hear about others’, especially not constantly. Now ladies, he didn’t mind helping them out, not at all. He always got something out of it, after all. Like Jessica, when she woke – because she would wake, he wouldn’t have someone dying on his arms – she’d give him that kiss, so it’d be worth it.
“Alright, sorry, sorry,” Michel retorted when Snowball had finished, realizing that he hadn’t heard half the things she said. He had gotten the gist of it all though: ‘shaddap, eat your gummi and bring Jess upstairs’. Right. He took a look at the small… candy thing and sighed again. And here he had tried to refuse eating one so someone else could have his portion. He wasn’t hungry or that hurt after all. Hunter had stormed off, though, and since it seemed like he wasn’t going to be taking any, well… Michel popped the gummi in his mouth and was just about to head upstairs when he heard something that made him almost drop the girl he was carrying.
"All fixed up! Your rooms are ready! Each has two beds so you might need to share, young ladies." The blue, fat man announced as he emerged from the depths of the inn again, and Michel’s ears – if humanly possible – perked.
Ladies… sharing beds?
Holy hell he’d be all over that like woah.
Images of Carly and Jessica sharing a bed, half-exposed legs tangled together and breasts pressed against each other popped in his mind, and it was only after he reminded himself multiple times that ‘dude, no, Jess could be like in a coma or something’ that he managed to gain back his composure and wobble upstairs. He hadn’t managed to walk too far ahead though, when he already heard a bloodcurling scream and stopped in his tracks, eyebrows raised. Huh. Sounded like the chubby dude. Michel backpedaled a few steps and peeked into the stairway, only to see Carly run around trying to help the collapsed guy, Zuri joining in not late after. Damn. Should he fake injuries like that too? If collapsing earned you attention like that then he wanted a shot too. Especially since they actually carried him in the girls’ room.
Damn, dude, you in luck.
Michel followed shortly after the two chicks and placed Jess on a vacant bed. She was bleeding still, so it’d be better to bandage her up and fast. Actually, he probably should have bandaged her up ages ago. Hm. Now uh, what to use…? For a very fleeting moment Michel pondered if he should tear parts of his clothes to wrap around the injuries, but then the image of Diego ripping apart his shirt came to mind and he couldn’t help but laugh out loud. No. He refused to look that… over the top. Besides, he liked his clothes. They were expensive too, so bedsheets would do just fine.
With that, he reached and tore parts of the sheets apart, wrapping them around her wounds and then sitting next to her. He took out the gummi that was meant to her and tilted his head. Hmm, should he give it mouth-to-mouth? Just to… to ensure she swallowed it, was all. He gave a sideyed glance to the rest of the group and shook his head, figuring he’d probably get a scythe to the back of his neck should he try that. The weapon was lying on the floor, readily used by anyone after all. Oh well.
He got up and fetched a glass of water, hoping liquid would help her swallow. He really, really had no idea what to do with unconscious patients. Or patients to begin with, really. He had never thought he’d need first aid – usually he’d leave all unconscious people to their own devices. Ah well, it couldn’t be that hard, right?
As he returned with the water, Michel moved so that the rest could see what he was doing and stop him in case he’d accidentally drown the girl with the water or something, before he dropped the candy in the glass and lifted her head with one hand.
Well, here goes, he thought as he tipped the liquid into her mouth and pulled her into a better position, hoping she could swallow. He started to look around the room and as he did, his gaze soon happened upon Diego. Damn, he was looking miserable. Meh, might as well offer the guy some advice.
“Hey, dude, you might wanna do something about that low self-esteem of yours,” he pointed out in good will, referring to the things he had blurted out in the stairway. “You ain’t gonna score like that. And it's better for you too, you know. Gonna solve a lot of problems all at once."
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