//Eh why does everyone mess with my ipod? WHYYYYYYYY //

The sudden sting on Robin's pale cheek made the teen boy stumble sideways in the instinct to get away from whatever was causing him pain, homeostasis, if you will. He pressed his back to the wall to keep himself from being completely doubled over from the force of Cara's strike, and when he had collected himself, Robin stood up straight to gaze with wide, bewhildered eyes at his sister. "Did you just... hit me?" he gasped. Leave it to Robin to be grinning like an idiot at a moment like this as he stifled a guffaw. "You of all people, Cara!" he cried. "You actually stood up to me!" He felt warmth flush into his cheeks, and the side Cara had struck began to ease into a numbing sensation. Robin stiffened as Emmie began to brush her fingers along the mark now left in his flesh, and listened intently as she spoke to him. His mind, however, wandered off every now and then and he clenched his teeth and dragged it back. "I know, Emmie, I never said I hated anyone..." he replied hesitantly. "And I know I'm not hated-- well, at least I think I'm not. I can never know." Robin shrugged and cringed away from her touch, uncomfortable with most things having to do with bodily contact. He let loose a relieved breath as she turned to walk away, but once she wheeled around and secured her arms around him, he tilted his head back with an exsasperated huff. "Emmie..." he murmured. "I'm going to get some sleep now, so if you could...?" The growing pain in the pit of his stomach abruptly lurched and his muscles tensed. "C-crap," Robin growled, prying Emmie's arms off of him to dash down the corridor and pivot around the edge of the bathroom doorway to fall to his knees before the toilet and retch his guts out. A few hacking coughs later, he lifted his head only to find stabbing pain awaiting, and let himself collapse to the floor, gasping as his heart sped. "Damn," Robin groaned, running his fingers through his damp, onyx hair.

Emmie put her head down as he ran to the bathroom and her hair hid her face. He was so weird but she had to love that weirdo. She wiped her face with the back of her hand. Oddly she was joyful and walked down to her room as she head Robin throw up then heard a thud. She scrunched up her face and jogged down to the bathroom and stood in the doorway and looked at him.
"Need any I can go run and get it. Even from the store if you want?" Emmie asked leaning against the wall.

"Need any what?" Robin snarled, glaring at Emmie from the corner of his eyes. His head throbbed immensely as he drowned in the haze that gently concealed and cradled his mind, sending his every thought in a confused spiral. He found himself at a loss for words, blinking up at the ceiling, yet not exactly seeing it. "E-Emmie..." he whispered in a slur, wanting to reach up with his hand to scratch anxiously at his head, but unable to unravel the apparent code it took to identify which action it took to even gain use of his limbs. "Could you get me some water?" Robin's voice was feeble as he rolled his head carefully to the side to turn absent-mindedly toward the wall, lids lay softly over crystal eyes. A deep, gradual intake of breath was the only thing that passed through his lips as he dare not speak anymore. Why didn't I just sleep when I fucking had the chance...?

"Um yeah sure!" she says.
Emmie walked away from the bath and slotly down the steps putting her hand on the railing thinking about what it felt like to be in a hangover. Then she shook her head getting the thoughts away. Robin was just like dying in the bathroom so it doesn't sould do peachy and wonderful. When she got down to the kitchen she got out a bigger cup and filled it with wzter and added a little crunched up ice. She sighed and went back up stairs and walked into the bath room and placed the cup next to the sink. Emmie felt like she was just bothering him and she should just leave but he was in a out of it way so should she stay.
"Need any help walking back to your room?" she asked her voice getting smaller.
Younger is what she some how felt asking that. Like she had just went back some years and was hepling a much older person not just Robin. 'I hope i don't get in the habit of being his hangover assistant' she said in her head rolling her eyes then looking back at Robin.

"yup thats cayden for you, anyway wheres the laptop and whats with your stupid smirk hm?" she said as she sat near his window watching cayden and his son walk to the house 'why are feelings so complicated' she thought to herself waiting for her brother to give her the laptop.

ooc:did cara actually soften Robin??? (i was flinching expecting him to like beat her or somethin. tottally wierd xD i love cara so much....
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Cara
Cara looked around, she coughed up blood, it was no big deal though-or at least she thought it wasn't. She looked at her hand it was tingling, had she actually stood up to the sibling she feared most? She was outraged at how he spoke to an eleven year old girl, who had never done a thing to him....she was not done with her standing up... ooc:i like drama!! it fills my heart with eagerness to move on.

Michele
michelle snorreed.

Parker leaned behind his computer and unplugged it and wrapping the cord up after it was disconnected from the lap top.
"Two things alright" Parker said "One i ended up going through your files and was shocked at what i found" Parker knew Lucy would flip out about that so he sat back and waited for the fireworks before he continued.

OOC:dont you just love my signature and i just got an icon

John stopped playig his guitar and put it back on its stand. He sat down on his bed and grabbed the picture from his nightstand. He starred at it with a look of sadness. It was a picture of his mother. His real mother that is, The one who died when he was just an infant. She was with his foster mom. They were both at a party sitting on a couch. His mom was laughing with the other people. He knew thats she did the best she could by giving him to to her best friend and her husband. He put the picture back and layed on his bed and stared at his ceiling in thought.

ooc/ Sorry guys, I've been very busy lately. I've been friggin' sick, too. *headdesk* Robin and his bitchin' hangover are back for now... (:<

ic/ Robin struggled to come to his knees, reaching up with a swaying motion to grip the glass Emmie had set down for him. Ever so carefully, he put the rim to his lips and took plentiful gulps. Each mouthful of the icy water soothed his seering throat and cleared his thoughts, sweeping away the rubbish that littered his mind. When he'd finished a large portion of the cool liquid, he gently set the cup on the tile floor, his hands had ceased shaking so it was a tad easier to do so. "Thank you, Emmie," he murmured, casting his gaze downwards, his long lashes draping over icy eyes to shield them from the girl that towered over him. "Look at me," he grumbled. "What have I amounted to? A crude, drunken mess whom everyone hates..." He trailed off with a softened experession, his previously contorted and angered experession vanished. For the first time in a long while, the fact that he wasn't exactly surrounded by loved ones struck Robin as a horrid thing. It affected him now more than ever before, why, he knew not. "I don't need help," he sighed, pressing his palm to the smooth marble counter and propping his legs up beneath him before testing each foot and rolling his weight back and forth between the two. Once he'd assured himself that it was, in fact, safe to walk alone, he shuffled past Emmie, casting a crystal gaze behind him to meaningfully latch his eyes with hers. "... Actually, why don't you come with me to my room?" Robin offered, trying his best to attempt a half-hearted grin.

"WHAT!" Lucy shouted as her brother said he had to go through her files "WHY THE F**K DID YOU GO THROUGH MY FILES?" She roared at Parker throwing anything she could find at him (Except the laptop) "GO ON ANSWER ME WHY THE F**K DID YOU GO THROUGH THEM?" throwing more things by the second "WHAT DID I TELL YOU HM?" She raced over to where her brother was standing and started throwing punches at him "WHY! WHY!"

ooc:im srry i dont feel like posting i was just in an accident, i was in a church bus headsing home and theentire bus flipped onto it's right side, you have no idea how scared i was!!!

name- David
age- 48
birthday- June 14th, 1961
pic(no anime)-
personality- kind and gentle, very loving of his children and of his wife
gender- male
bedroom- what ever bedroom that is shared with his wife.
other- He has a job as a manager for a shipping company in their town.

wowo this rp brings back memories it was my first rp to play on ever, any1 remember it?