Yourself [[ Role Play ]]

Ella

Ella sneaked out of the Hospital,she knew Timothy would be there.She grabbed her jacket and skipped/ran out of the hospital crossing the street to the park.Just as she suspected Timothy was there.

Timothy strokes Biscuit as he was breathing slowly and softly while he was asleep. He smiles- Biscuit looks so adorable while he is sleeping.

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Ari did all of her instruments, and then went to her friends house.

Timothy carefully picks up Biscuit, so that the little pup was in his arms. A soft whimper came from Biscuit, but Timothy scratches the back of his ear, letting him know that it's only his owner.

Timothy looks down at Biscuit, just watching him sleep. He smiles wider. This little Yorkshire puppy always makes him happy, no matter how dreadful the recent situation is. Timothy scratches Biscuit's head.

Lucia was taken to the hospital to take a check-up, but not for her falling off the branch into the fountain, but because of her illness. Lucia was never told about her illness and how she wasn't supposed to live over the age of 30. She was given a shot to make her not feel pain. When the check-up was over, she went to her hairstylist to get to her daily treatment to get her hair to grow faster. It did work, and when she took off her wig she noticed her hair was up to her ear. It was now straight, though. She smiled to herself and giggled as the hairstylist applied cream and different stuff on her. "It tickles!" She said, smiling and acting like a little baby, though she didn't mean to.

Timothy stands up, still carrying Biscuit in his arms. He has no idea what to do now. Biscuit was awake now, and was yapping again. Sometimes I wish he would just quit it with his yapping... Timothy begins walking back to his house.

Lucia smiled to herself as they washed her hair and treated it with great care. They dried it and put her wig back on. "Thanks!" She said, waving and crossing the street on her wheelchair and going to her house.

Nat began to walk, well, limp home from the park, when something caught her eye. She moved closer to it and found it was a dog! A malamute/collie mix who looked, oddly, exactly like Charm, her old dog who had died back in England. She got closer to it, but the pup was scared and started to back away. She shook her head and spoke in a soft, calm voice. "It's okay. I wont hurt you," she assured the poor thing. The dog looked at her and slowly walked over to her. Nat realized it was a girl, who also had no collar. "Do you need a home?" She asked. The dog began to sniff her and Nat smiled. I'll keep her, she thought.

Lucia sighed and put on another wig. This one was blonde aswell, but it was shorter,went halfway through her neck.

Nat reached out to pet the dog, who, at first was squirming a bit. But the dog finally warmed up and came closer. Nat smiled and picked her up, after all the dog actually was still a pup. The puppy licked her face and Nat carried her to a vet to make sure she was okay. The vet says she was doing good but was underweight and needed to be fed. Nat brought her home and frowned. They didn't have any dog food, so she fed her some crackers. "I'll go shopping now, ok? You stay here." She left and went to the grocery store.

When Timothy entered the house, Biscuit leaped out of his arms and was running around in circles in the living room. Timothy was pretty exhausted, so he lays back down on the couch and closes his eyes.