Home for the Homeless- A role play

Do you like the storyline?

  • Not really.

    Votes: 2 18.2%
  • Yes.

    Votes: 9 81.8%
  • NOOOO.

    Votes: 0 0.0%

  • Total voters
    11
Janette simply nodded. "I'm sure it does," she mumbled. "Do you want anything to eat or drink while you wait?" She asked
"No thank you. I'm fine." Mia said simply. She was kind of thirsty, but wasn't in the mood to eat or drink anything.
 
"No thank you. I'm fine." Mia said simply. She was kind of thirsty, but wasn't in the mood to eat or drink anything.
"Very well, then. I've got to be off to attend a other patient, but I'll have someone tell you when your room is cleaned up," Janette said.
 
"Very well, then. I've got to be off to attend a other patient, but I'll have someone tell you when your room is cleaned up," Janette said.
Mia nodded in understanding.

"Thanks for helping me. I'll try to not let my frustration get out of hand again."
 
Mia nodded in understanding.

"Thanks for helping me. I'll try to not let my frustration get out of hand again."
"No problem," Janette gave her a quick smile before leaving the cafeteria. She flagged down a janitor and told him that a mirror had fallen in one of the patient's rooms.
He nodded, then went to attend it.

(Is the nurse still unconscious in the room?)
 
"No problem," Janette gave her a quick smile before leaving the cafeteria. She flagged down a janitor and told him that a mirror had fallen in one of the patient's rooms.
He nodded, then went to attend it.

(Is the nurse still unconscious in the room?)
(Yep. XD)

Mia waited in the cafeteria.
 
(Yep. XD)
Mia waited in the cafeteria.
After he had left, Janette went to find Emily for the third time that day.
She was just about to knock on her door when the janitor came trotting down the stairs, panting heavily.
"Miss Janette, there's an unconscious nurse upstairs," he said hastily, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants' leg.
Janette stared at him for a split second then pushed past and hurried up the steps. "Who is it?" She asked calmly once he caught up.
"Uh, Nurse Amica, I think is what her tag said," he said. "She's lyin' on the floor of the room you sent me to," he added, once they had reached the second floor.
Janette stopped in the doorway of Mia's room and scanned the small room, quickly finding the woman, who was, in fact, quite unconscious. She knelt and checked Amica's pulse, which was slow but present.
The janitor wrung his chubby hands anxiously, waiting for the verdict. "She's alive...right?" He asked hesitantly.
"Yes, of course she is," Janette snapped. She examined Amica's head, where a large knot had formed. "Bring me a glass of water and have Nurse Amy give you a bottle of smelling salts," she told Mr. janitor guy. "If Amy asks questions, which she likely will, tell her Janette sent you."
After he had scurried out, she stood and went into the bathroom where the shattered mirror still lay.
 
After he had left, Janette went to find Emily for the third time that day.
She was just about to knock on her door when the janitor came trotting down the stairs, panting heavily.
"Miss Janette, there's an unconscious nurse upstairs," he said hastily, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants' leg.
Janette stared at him for a split second then pushed past and hurried up the steps. "Who is it?" She asked calmly once he caught up.
"Uh, Nurse Amica, I think is what her tag said," he said. "She's lyin' on the floor of the room you sent me to," he added, once they had reached the second floor.
Janette stopped in the doorway of Mia's room and scanned the small room, quickly finding the woman, who was, in fact, quite unconscious. She knelt and checked Amica's pulse, which was slow but present.
The janitor wrung his chubby hands anxiously, waiting for the verdict. "She's alive...right?" He asked hesitantly.
"Yes, of course she is," Janette snapped. She examined Amica's head, where a large knot had formed. "Bring me a glass of water and have Nurse Amy give you a bottle of smelling salts," she told Mr. janitor guy. "If Amy asks questions, which she likely will, tell her Janette sent you."
After he had scurried out, she stood and went into the bathroom where the shattered mirror still lay.

Serena looked had over heard them talking, for she was in a room on the other side of the hall.she peeked in and saw nurse amica.she decided not to get involved and she walked away.
 
After he had left, Janette went to find Emily for the third time that day.
She was just about to knock on her door when the janitor came trotting down the stairs, panting heavily.
"Miss Janette, there's an unconscious nurse upstairs," he said hastily, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants' leg.
Janette stared at him for a split second then pushed past and hurried up the steps. "Who is it?" She asked calmly once he caught up.
"Uh, Nurse Amica, I think is what her tag said," he said. "She's lyin' on the floor of the room you sent me to," he added, once they had reached the second floor.
Janette stopped in the doorway of Mia's room and scanned the small room, quickly finding the woman, who was, in fact, quite unconscious. She knelt and checked Amica's pulse, which was slow but present.
The janitor wrung his chubby hands anxiously, waiting for the verdict. "She's alive...right?" He asked hesitantly.
"Yes, of course she is," Janette snapped. She examined Amica's head, where a large knot had formed. "Bring me a glass of water and have Nurse Amy give you a bottle of smelling salts," she told Mr. janitor guy. "If Amy asks questions, which she likely will, tell her Janette sent you."
After he had scurried out, she stood and went into the bathroom where the shattered mirror still lay.
Mia patiently waited in the cafeteria, having no idea she had knocked the nurse out. Yes, she hit her, but she didn't mean to hit her so hard.
 
Janette looked around the tiny bathroom, visibly disgusted. "No wonder Mia's hand was so bad," she muttered as she nudged a chunk of glass with the toe of her shoe. The mirror's pieces had spread well past the doorway of the bathroom as well.

The janitor returned, the requested items in hand. Janette took the glass of water from him without a word and set it on the nightstand. After he handed her the bottle of salts, he sat down on the edge of the bed.
"I doubt that mirror is going to clean itself up," she remarked without looking up. The rustling of the bedspread was heard as he jumped up and went to do his job.
"Okay, Amica, let's do this." Janette wrinkled up her nose as she opened the bottle, the aroma of ammonia wafting out of the narrow container. She held it under the unconscious woman's nose for a few seconds, then quickly pulled it away and replaced the cap.
The salts seemed to have an immediate reaction. Amica stirred, her eyelids moving slightly, then one eye opened and was soon followed by the other.
Janette leaned back on her heels, pleased with the quick results. "Hello, Amica," she said. "Good to see you're alive still."
 
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