Posts by starri

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  • Colouredclan Chat and Plot Thread! (nEEERDS)

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    Anna is like 18, since teen pregnancy is cool, yo. Jk, but she is 18. Idek how she's a doctor and 18, but screw it. Can you guys make? I'll take one with both if your up to it.

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  • THE CANALS ARE FROZEN-- private, forgiven

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    Ah, break time. Anna had just preformed a stressful operation that morning, and was more than stressed. She sat down on the plastic benches of their lounge, biting into an apple, as the scent of disinfectants and sickness filled her nostrils. The smell of hospitals was not a pleasant one. Sighing, the pretty eighteen year old tossed her dark blond hair over her slim shoulder.[/align]- - -[/align]

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  • [small sneezes] sick; "joining"/introducing

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    No wonder she hadn't seen her son around- he was sick. If she knew, she could have healed him, but she didn't. Oh dear- your sick. Here- this will help, sweetie. Anna gushed, nudging poppy seeds, lavender, and feverfew to him.

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  • [small sneezes] sick; "joining"/introducing

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    Anna sighed softly. Her kids were arguing already. Please be nice to your brother, Home, and don't cough on anyone, Sil. Anna murmured, licking her boys on their heads. They took after their dad, where ever he was.

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  • THE CANALS ARE FROZEN-- private, forgiven

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    As the anxious nurse walked in, Anna smiled back. This was the crazy one who was always hurt. Huh. Yeah, I did a kidney transplant on some lady. She lived. The doctor replied, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.


    Ah, rushed!

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    attack in #d2ffd3

  • damned if i do ya -- open, meet and greet

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    Eli shot a grin to all the arrivals, tapping a paw across the dusty ground. They all seemed a little... strange. That wasn't a bad thing at all. Maybe it was a sign- a sign that she could fit in. Cool, was all she said. It it hadn't been made clear, El wasn't one for kind words. She wouldn't smile- really smile, and say it was so nice to meet them, no, she just needed names. Names and faces to remember.
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  • SO MUCH FUN || open, death?

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    The entire medic team was here. But Lucy lay dying. Well, then. Racing up, Anna grabbed water, garlic, marigold, and cobwebs before covering her body and cleaning her wounds. Then, as a precaution, she wrapped the girl in faux cobwebs to make sure she was not bleeding. There we go. Need poppy seeds?

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  • SHE SAID 'I DO' (open, Rene needed)

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    Happy tears flowed down her cheeks. Rene was her aunt. Avenue was her... grandmother, so this was all kinds of weird. But even so, she didn't have the right to call then that, though she did. Dangerdays was gone. The last time she saw him was when she gave birth. He probably didn't want kids, but that was okay. She would be okay alone. The medic ranks were cursed- all relationships died. She thought she would break 5)3 chain with him- he was her first and only love. But that was her luck. Congrats....

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  • plot with homie

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    Thread with Anna?
    Their dad is basically gone, so these kids are all she has and yup.
    Pathetic teen mom here.

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  • WONDERWALL | LE FINALLY BIRTHING

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    They are absolutely lovely Anna purred, smiling softly. The feeling of being a new mother was spectacular- it was the best feeling. Sure, she was alone again- no Danger to help her, but it would be okay. Somehow.

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  • joining — HEARTBREAK HOTEL

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    Anna laughed quietly as Rene was addressed as 'princess'. That was cute. He thought she as a princess. Rene was not even close. Herself, Nevermind, and Tangled were the closest around here, but no real princesses. Annabelle. If someone is dying, yell for me and I'll be there. The doctor stated. He wanted to learn more- that was something to know. She was often around, so why not tell him she was a healer?.

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  • damned if i do ya -- open, meet and greet

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    El nodded to the other people who had turned up. As she was asked about herself, the brown tabby tried not to hiss. That was a sore subject. Nowhere special. was all she said. Not getting it from her too easy. Nope.
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  • my ghost - o joining - were'd you go?

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    You gonna join? El asked, flicking an ear absent mindedly. Whatever, she didn't care what happened. Join, or don't. If it's a don't, she would gladly pick a fight here, but if it was a join, just a name with a face. That's all anyone was. El was like him- alone. She didn't mind though. Nobody to miss her... nobody to miss. That's why she didn't get close to anyone. Just to save the heartache.
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  • plot with eli?

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  • it's a vicious little world- open, plane crash/hospital au

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    For once, Anna was on the opposite side of the table. This time, she was in the hospital. It was her vacation, and she was flying to L.A. with her kids to see some distant relatives. But, unfortunately, the good luck stopped and they crashed. It was minor turbulence, and then falling, and then she was here. Anna's head pounded, and her body ached. A broken leg, a concussion, crushed ribs- not to mention scratches and bruises. But that wasn't her focus. Her kids. They were with her. Where the heck were they?


    Anna began screaming for a nurse, tears streaking her bloody cheeks. M...My kids! Where are my kids? The pretty blond wailed. The nurse assured that they had accounted for everyone, and that there was a group of children who survived. But she wouldn't let her see them. No. She had to know they were okay. Anna tried to stand, despite her large, awkward cast, and the crushed ribs awaiting surgery. The nurses restrained her and Anna laid there, hysterical.

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