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Fox went to check on the old man. He was intrigued by the chaos outside, but more concerned about the man's collapse. As he noticed Miley's strange behavior and coughing, Fox wondered if he would have two patients to deal with.
"Are you okay?" he asked concernedly, walking outside and as close as he dared to see if she had any obvious symptoms.
(I would prefer exclusive control of Fox.)

 

(Just a tip, online RPs, you usually only control your own characters, unless someone is okaay with others controlling their characters)

 

She lifted one corner of her mouth in a half-hearted smile. "I'm OK... Fox is it? Just too many smokes. You're a reporter, you got any idea if what this guy's sayin' is true, or is he tripping?"

She looked at the Old Man's shoulder again, noticing that besides the major wound there was a series of smaller cuts. They seemed to swim before her eyes, forming words but never making sense. "Help..." she whispered, then shook her head, blaming it on the drugs her boyfriend used to have her on.

She waited by him when the police arrived, eyes raised at the vile gash. She shook her head, unable to shake the suspicion that someone, something was trying to tell them something. She felt this was more than just a lunatic... or is knew the right word?

 

OOC: Anyone going to keep this story rolling? *loveheart*

 

Sooooo... is this thread legally dead?

 

(I've been pretty distracted from this for a while but I'd be up for resuming soon if anyone else is.)

 

(I would but I don't know what to do lol)

 

(I'm just gonna leave this here in case anyone decides to jump back in.)
“For once, I can’t even think of an explanation. Of course, it could just be the mind-controlling nanomachines in the water malfunctioning, but in that case the epidemic of hysteria would be much more widespread,” Fox solemnly responded, ironically not aware of how crazy he must have sounded at that moment.

He looked outside just in time to see the car driving away and the police approaching Mary. “But the woman that drunk man was talking to…maybe she knows something.”

He quickly glanced back at the old man. “Well, since you seem to have his injuries under control…” Without pause, he began a mad dash toward the keg-rolling drunk woman, tripping over multiple branches on the way.