jamila denial is no man. (noman) wrote in willowbrookrpg, @ 2013-11-15 09:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, braxton dacre, day: october 08, jamila denial, player: cecil, player: liv |
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Who: Jamila Denial + Braxton Dacre + Anyone!
What: Jamila gets her hands dirty on the lunch drama.
When: Mid-afternoon of 2013 October 8
Where: Just outside the Centurion Apartments
Rating: tbd
Status: Ongoing.
Outside of the Centurion apartments, the sun was practically shining a happy glow on anything it could touch -- which made Jamila's decision of shrugging on a transparent raincoat (that she should have one folded in the corner of her drawers was the purest of pure luck) as she stepped out of the building rather awkward. But it was not one she had made lightly and was, indeed driven about by urgency. For three times now, she had been going to and back from the clinic with a sick person in tow and while she didn't mind all the walking they were doing, she did mind the stench that was going to attach itself to her -- or worse, the indescribables.
The last patient finally did it -- on a new shirt and her pair of favorite pants and while she insisted that she forget about her trespasses upon her fashion, Jamila couldn't help but nurse a disappointment and a dull ache as she marched right back to her apartment for a shower. It hadn't even been her intention to play helper with these poor victims! But then again, when you were in the vicinity of someone who was about to vomit their guts out, it seemed hardly proper to leave them to suffer while you ran for cover.
For a person like Jamila, that is. So she figured she might as well be of use while she tried to stay away from all the sickness. Luck would refuse to look up to her, though. The moment she zipped up her raincoat to protect her new shirt, a wild lurcher had appeared and before she knew what she was doing, she was running towards them, fast as she could.
"Hey!" she said when she reached them. "Can you walk? Can you still control it?"