06-27-2011, 03:34 AM
**Linda**
"Of course, of course, come inside." Linda said opening the door up and allowing John to come in. She guided him to a guest room in the farm house. "Put her down here." she said placing a palm on the little girl's head. "What happened to the poor thing?"
**Malon**
Malon chuckled, "Yes that's all I need a second bursting like in cheerleading." she remarked as she left the room with Lupe to change. The new shirt was far baggier then Shaun's. In fact the were cow had to tie the back of it so it could fit her better as it allowed the shape of her breasts to be seen, but not too tight to give all the details. She came back into the kitchen and sat down. Her hand slowly roaming over Shaun's other hand that was under the table. "Your mom is right. I'm sure you'll be back to your old self soon." she said trying to be supportive. Her thoughts trailed though back to last night. She knew what had to change about her...and Mar was probably that answer.
**Hospital**
"Mrs Elizabeth, your daughter suffered a sever concussion. I highly suggest she stay for another day." The doctor pleaded as a Lisa sat close by in a wheel chair. Her head still having a bandage around where she hit her head.
"Nonsense. My daughter had better things to do then to sit around in a hospital." Lisa's mother spoke, as she adjusted her hair in a mirror close by. Her hair tightly into a bun and adorned with a gold hairpin with her initals bearing RE in them.
"Rose."
"Mrs. Elizabeth doctor...I don't forget your title so please do not forget mine otherwise my husband may decide to pull that funding for the new east wing you doctors have been begging for."
The doctor gulped, "Mrs. Elizabeth...Lisa may still have sever headaches and balancing problems. Putting her back in school could be potentially dangerous."
"Are you saying I don't know how to handle my old child?"
"Mom, please don't make a scene." Lisa said slowly. Her mother always acted like this, so pig headed, and stubborn.
"Make a scene? I'm doing this for you, you silly girl. I will not have one of my children lose her cheerleading captaincy because of some minor bump on the head, and being told from a doctor that probably barely made it through medical." She got behind Lisa and pushed her to the elevator pressing the switch to signal for it to arrive. She turned towards the doctor with a glare. "You have until this elevator takes us to the ground floor to have my daughters discharge papers ready or my husband will knock you so far down you'll be lucky to be cleaning bed pans."
"Y-es yes Mrs. Elizabeth." he said as he ran off.
"See Lisa, that's how you deal with people that don't want to listen." The doors to the elevator opened and Lisa was rolled inside with her mother.
"You didn't need to do that...." she said with her hands clenched.
"Lisa, Lisa....if I didn't you would be still stuck in this muck, giving more chances for that...coach something or another to remove you as captain."
"She wouldn't do that to me." Lisa said sharply.
"Oh honey....yes she would. Anytime when you are gone there is always another ass or whore ready to take your place. No daughter of mine will do that." Rose went into her pocket and pulled out Lisa's cell phone. "I believe this is yours."
"Thanks...." she replied softly as the doors of the elevator opened and she was wheeled out of the hospital. She flipped open the cell and txt to the twins: "I'm out of the hospital. Will be at school later today."
OOC: Whew that was a long one anyways will be bringing in another were into the fold so here is his profile :D
Character Sheet:
Name: Drake Zero
Nickname: Drake/Drakie
Age: 24
Species: Were-Dragon
Appearance: In human form he is 6' with a medium build with brown eyes and black short
Appearance as Were: In were form he is a staggering 10' in height with red scales and black stripes that line around his body. He is very muscular having thick arms and legs along with a 8 pack on his abs. Large dragon ears with two horns that flow along his ears and brow.
Personality: Friendly, and very straight to the point dragon, he is very carefree about difficult situations, and often will look on the bright side of it.
Short Bio: Both his parents died when he was young, and he was forced to live with his uncle who didn't take kind to the idea of caring for a large dragon. Shortly afterwards, Drake ran away and while living in the woods he snuck into a blacksmith shop in hopes of finding food. While in the attempt to steal the lunchbox belonging to the head blacksmith he was caught by him, but due to his immense size the boss saw a purpose for him and offered him work. Drake did not attend schooling, but while working at the blacksmith shop for 10 years he found himself to be handy in not only bending metal, but fixing machinery, performing heavy labour for local business. The blacksmith boss retired recently, leaving the shop in the care of Drake. Business was slow until the big dragon met a were-cow named Linda who had a flat on her truck in front of his shop. Impressed with his strength and few other things, Linda offered Drake a job at Calftree farm to maintain all the trucks and machines on the farm. With this in mind, Drake decided to pull up roots, and start to move his shop to Calftree farms and into Red Meadows.
"Of course, of course, come inside." Linda said opening the door up and allowing John to come in. She guided him to a guest room in the farm house. "Put her down here." she said placing a palm on the little girl's head. "What happened to the poor thing?"
**Malon**
Malon chuckled, "Yes that's all I need a second bursting like in cheerleading." she remarked as she left the room with Lupe to change. The new shirt was far baggier then Shaun's. In fact the were cow had to tie the back of it so it could fit her better as it allowed the shape of her breasts to be seen, but not too tight to give all the details. She came back into the kitchen and sat down. Her hand slowly roaming over Shaun's other hand that was under the table. "Your mom is right. I'm sure you'll be back to your old self soon." she said trying to be supportive. Her thoughts trailed though back to last night. She knew what had to change about her...and Mar was probably that answer.
**Hospital**
"Mrs Elizabeth, your daughter suffered a sever concussion. I highly suggest she stay for another day." The doctor pleaded as a Lisa sat close by in a wheel chair. Her head still having a bandage around where she hit her head.
"Nonsense. My daughter had better things to do then to sit around in a hospital." Lisa's mother spoke, as she adjusted her hair in a mirror close by. Her hair tightly into a bun and adorned with a gold hairpin with her initals bearing RE in them.
"Rose."
"Mrs. Elizabeth doctor...I don't forget your title so please do not forget mine otherwise my husband may decide to pull that funding for the new east wing you doctors have been begging for."
The doctor gulped, "Mrs. Elizabeth...Lisa may still have sever headaches and balancing problems. Putting her back in school could be potentially dangerous."
"Are you saying I don't know how to handle my old child?"
"Mom, please don't make a scene." Lisa said slowly. Her mother always acted like this, so pig headed, and stubborn.
"Make a scene? I'm doing this for you, you silly girl. I will not have one of my children lose her cheerleading captaincy because of some minor bump on the head, and being told from a doctor that probably barely made it through medical." She got behind Lisa and pushed her to the elevator pressing the switch to signal for it to arrive. She turned towards the doctor with a glare. "You have until this elevator takes us to the ground floor to have my daughters discharge papers ready or my husband will knock you so far down you'll be lucky to be cleaning bed pans."
"Y-es yes Mrs. Elizabeth." he said as he ran off.
"See Lisa, that's how you deal with people that don't want to listen." The doors to the elevator opened and Lisa was rolled inside with her mother.
"You didn't need to do that...." she said with her hands clenched.
"Lisa, Lisa....if I didn't you would be still stuck in this muck, giving more chances for that...coach something or another to remove you as captain."
"She wouldn't do that to me." Lisa said sharply.
"Oh honey....yes she would. Anytime when you are gone there is always another ass or whore ready to take your place. No daughter of mine will do that." Rose went into her pocket and pulled out Lisa's cell phone. "I believe this is yours."
"Thanks...." she replied softly as the doors of the elevator opened and she was wheeled out of the hospital. She flipped open the cell and txt to the twins: "I'm out of the hospital. Will be at school later today."
OOC: Whew that was a long one anyways will be bringing in another were into the fold so here is his profile :D
Character Sheet:
Name: Drake Zero
Nickname: Drake/Drakie
Age: 24
Species: Were-Dragon
Appearance: In human form he is 6' with a medium build with brown eyes and black short
Appearance as Were: In were form he is a staggering 10' in height with red scales and black stripes that line around his body. He is very muscular having thick arms and legs along with a 8 pack on his abs. Large dragon ears with two horns that flow along his ears and brow.
Personality: Friendly, and very straight to the point dragon, he is very carefree about difficult situations, and often will look on the bright side of it.
Short Bio: Both his parents died when he was young, and he was forced to live with his uncle who didn't take kind to the idea of caring for a large dragon. Shortly afterwards, Drake ran away and while living in the woods he snuck into a blacksmith shop in hopes of finding food. While in the attempt to steal the lunchbox belonging to the head blacksmith he was caught by him, but due to his immense size the boss saw a purpose for him and offered him work. Drake did not attend schooling, but while working at the blacksmith shop for 10 years he found himself to be handy in not only bending metal, but fixing machinery, performing heavy labour for local business. The blacksmith boss retired recently, leaving the shop in the care of Drake. Business was slow until the big dragon met a were-cow named Linda who had a flat on her truck in front of his shop. Impressed with his strength and few other things, Linda offered Drake a job at Calftree farm to maintain all the trucks and machines on the farm. With this in mind, Drake decided to pull up roots, and start to move his shop to Calftree farms and into Red Meadows.
