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Subject: awakes... Author: Miss Emma Woodhouse [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 09:37:18 05/05/01 Sat In reply to: Miss Emma Woodhouse 's message, "stands..." on 07:38:49 05/05/01 Sat After laying unconcious for nearly an hour the young woman begins to stir. Her trembling hands move gently up to her head, a small cut on her cheek. Groaning, she stands, rubbing her aching temples. She stands there, swaying in her dizziness. Walking into the room she sits upon a couch, her body aching with hunger. Sighing quiveringly, she reclines on a fainting couch from the century before. Her gentle eyes are in a daze, glazed over. She seems oblivious to that around her, her eyes staring intently at the wall... [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date Jogging back into the room, he looks to emma... A conserned but confused look is on his face... he walks to her and tilts his head... "Miss Woodhouse... are you alright?" (NT) Harris Hawkins 12:56:43 05/05/01 Sat does nothing...>>> -- Miss Emma Woodhouse, 13:00:08 05/05/01 Sat Hands on his hips... "Well that's odd.." Ugh Harris... this is not the time to fool around... He thinks as he puts her hand on her stomach, "Terribly sorry miss, I souldn't be saying such things in your time of need.. " He says to her knowing she probly will not be able to hear... then reclines her head and rushes to the kitchen for water... comes back and dips his clean handkercief in the water, puts it on her forhead... trying not to get frantic.. as he is usually prone too.. (NT) -- Harris Hawkins, 13:05:53 05/05/01 Sat glances over... -- Mr. John Knightly, 13:17:17 05/05/01 Sat Gasps.... -- Laura Mari Classant, 13:09:14 05/05/01 Sat stirs... -- Miss Emma Woodhouse, 13:13:23 05/05/01 Sat "galnces over..." should have been AFTER "stirs..." (NT) -- Sam, 13:19:01 05/05/01 Sat