WHO? Ernest Hemingway and Parnel Rhonda Jugson(-Hemingway? X-D <3) WHAT? Well, the good news is that Rhonda's woken up 20 years younger again; the bad news? Well... WHEN? This morning ;-D <3 WHERE? Ernest's flat WHY? Because we love to torture our chars? X-D <3 And because we spent points on this plot? RATING/STATUS? Potentially high; definite swearing, possible nudity?/Closed and ongoing~ :-D <3
Rhonda grimaced slightly as she woke to find the sun streaming in through the window, onto her face.... But wait, that wasn't right; no, not at all, it wasn't right. Indeed, there was something very very wrong here. Where was she, that the sun was actually overshadowed by another building in front of her window- on the seventh storey, no less...? Of course, the building next store seemed to be a little taller than the original seven storeys that the building was actually, and so...
She made to get up and out of bed in order to discover just where it was she was sleeping, only to find -- well, two things, rather! The first thing, and the most obvious, was that Ernest bloody Hemingway's arm was lain across her body, almost protectively.... The second thing, of course, was the fact that she was heavily pregnant - as in, with a bloody child! Inside her belly! What the HELL!?
"What the bloody HELL!?" she screamed out, as she made to move Ernest's arm off of her, and shake it at the same time, in a halfhearted attempt to wake him up....!