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Molly Sue Ashwood (mollyofthecorn) wrote in oldwest_rpg,
@ 2008-06-10 23:48:00

Entry tags:

helene ellwood, molly ashwood

WHO : Molly Ashwood and OPEN.
NPC : Emmett Ashwood.
WHAT : Just browsing.
WHERE : Lewis General Store.
WHEN : Early Afternoon, after Molly gets off work.
STATUS : Thread/Incomplete.
RATING : TBA

"Lil E!"

It was the loudest Molly had ever spoken, and it was already starting to make her throat scratchy. Although, that could have very well just been the last cart that drove by and kicked up a whole heap of dust all up on her face. Either way, Molly was aching, not that this was unusual or that her little brother did anything to lessen her pain any. He just kept skipping along a whole heck of a lot faster than she could walk.

And no, she was not going to walk fast. She refused. Besides, Emmett had quite a bit of energy that he needed to get rid of. Her father often said he was ready to work out in the stables with him, but their mother still insisted on his being much too short for the job yet. That was their mother, always ragging on the children for just not being good enough. Of course, with Little E being the youngest and CJ being the oldest and both boys, they never got it as badly as Molly did.

"Emmett Elliot Ashwood, slow down and wait for me this instant!"

Well, that got him. He immediately came to halt and blinked back at his older sister curiously. Why she was so upset he wasn't so sure. He was just having fun, just mucking about like a regular teenager. Just because she couldn't do it didn't mean she had to ruin his fun. Soon though, Molly had caught up to him, snatching him by the arm, to which he tried to pull away, but Molly had already obtained what she needed.

Her asthma medication. He always carried it for her in his front pocket.

Ducking into the General Store, Molly took a swig of it and breathed a sigh of relief. Emmett seemed to have an apologetic look on his face. He likely would have stopped had he known what she wanted, but then again, it was difficult for her to get even a few words out during a regular asthma attack, so an explanation was certainly out of the question. "Go on then," she said, sounding a little wheezy but otherwise feeling better. She nudged him toward some shelves.

"Git your sweets an' let's book it."

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misshelene
2008-06-17 01:32 am UTC (link)

Helene Ellwood was on her way home from working at the bank when she decided she should sneak into the General Store and bring home some sweets for her family. She had always had a sweet tooth and a soft spot for cookies, she could eat cookies all day if she could; but from what she could remember her mother always told her eating too many will make her sick and Helene did not like being sick.

She was almost near the store when she heard yelling, she looked ahead and noticed a redhead in Molly Ashwood, Helene knew her as a quiet lady, they would usually say hello if they saw each other, she chuckled to see she was yelling at her younger brother. Maybe Helene was grateful she was the youngest in her family, she knows of some older siblings complaining about their younger ones. Helene did not mind being the youngest at all. It helped her get away with a lot of things.

She approached the steps of the store and walked up them and into the store. Standing out of the door’s way she glanced around and spotted Molly again, arching a brow it seemed as if there was something wrong. Curious and worried, Helene made her way over to the other woman.

"Afternoon Molly, are you alright?"

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mollyofthecorn
2008-06-17 03:54 am UTC (link)

Helene Ellwood. Make no mistake about it. Molly could tell a front page story when she saw one. It hadn't taken long for the young girl to learn the ropes of journalism enough to sniff out the gossip and the good stuff and package it in a way that would make people's jaws drop. They'd continue reading because they couldn't help it. It was just that good.

Molly, however, was a shy, little thing. She'd only make front page if someone ran her over or something, and even then, she'd just be a statistic. She knew this of course. The life of a journalist was anything but romantic. It was hardcore and realistic, and it opened Molly's eyes to a lot of the truths and problems with the world. With one word at a time, she planned to make a change of that, but for the moment, she was suffering from an asthma attack.

"Howdy, Miss Ellwood," she replied quietly, grinning politely at the other woman, while trying to keep at least one eye on her mischievous, little devil of a brother. Lil E wasn't a bad boy, neither was CJ, but they sure could get themselves into a whole heap of trouble if they tried or if they were left unwatched for a short amount of time. "Doin' all right though, just gotta bit of a condition. Nothin' contagious, Ah assure ya."

Right. That was a good way to make friends. 'I look like I'm knocking on death's door, but no worries! Just because I die doesn't mean you will of the same thing! Hee hee!'

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	misshelene 2008-06-17 04:32 am UTC (link)
	Helene found the woman’s attitude rather amusing that she could not help but chuckle, turning serious “Well if you are sure, everything is alright.” She followed Molly’s eye movements to see a boy going around the store, she turned back to her. “I presume the young man is your brother, running you about is he?” (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

mollyofthecorn
2008-06-17 04:57 am UTC (link)

Molly twirled what bit of medicine she had left around in her vile, measuring it blindly. If she took it all now, she'd probably go light-headed, she deduced. It was far too much to take all in one swig, but she still could feel her air passageway tightening and closing up on her. This was why, she took another tiny sip of her medicine, swallowing it quickly. Her mother probably wouldn't approve of this double dosage, but Molly found that her self-diagnoses at times were more effective than that of her doctor.

"It's under control for the most part." Which was mostly true. She did tend to feel better after taking her medicine, though of course, it was still an on-going problem. It wouldn't ever just go away completely and never come back. That wasn't the way asthma worked, though of course, all Molly knew was that it was a constant struggle to breathe with her. And if she didn't take her medication, she'd probably end up suffocating herself.

She nodded though, now looking more directly at her brother as he casually roamed the aisles for his bloody sweets. "Yeah, younger brother. Emmett. Gonna be the death of me, Ah tell ya."

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