《Human After All》A Role Play

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Simeon nodded, content seeing she approved of it. He suggested "I suppose we'll have to get you some new clothes as well..."

"Yeah.." She replied thoughtfully, not having thought of that. "Maybe we should wait, incase someone were to see us."
 
Artemis awoke from a dream with a startle. She had dreamt a nightmare of being again in Mythe's prescence, in agony, and without breath, leaving her to wake in a cold sweat. She stood, trying to shake the feelings she had been left with, and fixed the couch. Afterwards she went to the bathroom, where she began to dye her hair after finding the box of brown dye with much ease. Her hair took a while to dye, but once she finished she was satisfied with her reflection, her hair was naturally healthy, and her beauty rare enough to pull off the color even though it was artificial. She then decided to shower, rinsing off the excess color, and dressing in the only clothes she had been given with the hope Amy would provide her with a later outfit. Once dressed and out of the shower she put up her hair up, and studied her reflection. The bump of injected Bullet Ant Venom was quite obvious, even when dressed, but besides knowing the fact that she would have to conceal it, this morning she had awoken having slept off what had been the left of the medication she was given the day before, and, though the pain was not so severe as the first day, the pain was still excruciating. The poison still coursed through her veins, not having completely left her body.
Amy came up the steps carrying a tray with a plate of muffins on it. Setting it on the counter, she then began pouring a cup of coffee. "Artemis, I've got breakfast for you," she called. She set the plate beside the coffee cup, then tucked the tray under her arm to take back downstairs. "Artemis, everything okay?" She asked, giving a quick knock to the bathroom door.
 
Amy came up the steps carrying a tray with a plate of muffins on it. Setting it on the counter, she then began pouring a cup of coffee. "Artemis, I've got breakfast for you," she called. She set the plate beside the coffee cup, then tucked the tray under her arm to take back downstairs. "Artemis, everything okay?" She asked, giving a quick knock to the bathroom door.

Artemis came out at Amy's call. "Thank you, I'm starving." She eagerly bit into a muffin, and was satisfied by its delightful taste. "What do you think?" She asked, remembering her hair was up, and her neck exposed, she immediately pulled her hair out, hoping Amy hadn't noticed.
 
Artemis came out at Amy's call. "Thank you, I'm starving." She eagerly bit into a muffin, and was satisfied by its delightful taste. "What do you think?" She asked, remembering her hair was up, and her neck exposed, she immediately pulled her hair out, hoping Amy hadn't noticed.
"Looks great!" Amy said with a smile, pleased that Artemis seemed okay with the color. "It looks natural. I'm going out as soon as my employee, Jenny, gets here, so I'll look for contacts. Blue, right?"
 
"Looks great!" Amy said with a smile, pleased that Artemis seemed okay with the color. "It looks natural. I'm going out as soon as my employee, Jenny, gets here, so I'll look for contacts. Blue, right?" 

"Yes." Artemis confirmed, meeting Amy's gaze with one of sincerity. "Hey, I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry for overeacting last night. That was wrong of me."
 
"Yes." Artemis confirmed, meeting Amy's gaze with one of sincerity. "Hey, I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry for overeacting last night. That was wrong of me."
"Thank you, and it's okay," Amy said honestly. "You've had an exhausting couple of weeks, I'm sure, and yesterday wasn't easy for either of us. I was rather testy as well, for which I apologize." The bell downstairs rang, indicating that Jenny had arrived for work. Amy picked up her purse from a chair and turned to leave, but stopped at the door, hesitant. "You coming here has reminded me of things that I thought I had put past, forgotten out of necessity, but it seems some things just won't let you go."
 

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