Rachel Robinson
Dialogue color || fuchsia
'No news yet, she's still sleeping. The doctor hasn't shown up yet,' Rae texted back to her sister before moving to sit down in the chair once more. She pulled her feet up into the chair, wrapping her arms around her legs and resting her chin on her knees as she watched her mom. They'd never been really close, Karson had always been their mother's favorite, but Rae didn't mind it really, she'd much rather be left alone to do what she wanted than have her mother hovering over her.
'Will you drop Raelynn off at daycare before you come up? I don't want her to see mom in the hospital like this,' She texted her sister once more. Rae had been pretty relieved to find her daughter sleeping when she'd gotten here last night. She hoped the little girl was oblivious to what was going on, but Raelynn was very smart for only being 6 years old.
Zane Blackwood
Dialogue color || dodgerblue
Zane frowned deeply at his brother's words, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Oh, don't give me that crap. We used to fight all the time, but you never took a word I said seriously. You knew better than that." He said, narrowing his eyes, not believing his brother reason for leaving one bit. "I recall you saying quite a few things in the heat of the moment too, but you didn't see me running off without a word for 10 years. 10 years, Xavier!" He shouted, his anger starting to get the best of him. "Sorry, Daniel," He corrected himself, though his brother's new name dripped with sarcasm. "I don't even know you anymore." He said, shaking his head.
"I was just a kid when you left, 13 years old. Some big brother." He muttered, turning and walking to the fridge, grabbing out the orange juice and pouring himself a glass. His thoughts flashed back to the night of that party when he was 17, the worst night of his life, he couldn't help but to wonder if things would have been different if his brother had been there for him. Now that he thought about it, he'd started drinking when he was 13, after his brother left. He frowned deeply as he shoved the orange juice back into the fridge and slammed the door shut, not even looking at Daniel.
Dialogue color || fuchsia
'No news yet, she's still sleeping. The doctor hasn't shown up yet,' Rae texted back to her sister before moving to sit down in the chair once more. She pulled her feet up into the chair, wrapping her arms around her legs and resting her chin on her knees as she watched her mom. They'd never been really close, Karson had always been their mother's favorite, but Rae didn't mind it really, she'd much rather be left alone to do what she wanted than have her mother hovering over her.
'Will you drop Raelynn off at daycare before you come up? I don't want her to see mom in the hospital like this,' She texted her sister once more. Rae had been pretty relieved to find her daughter sleeping when she'd gotten here last night. She hoped the little girl was oblivious to what was going on, but Raelynn was very smart for only being 6 years old.
Zane Blackwood
Dialogue color || dodgerblue
Zane frowned deeply at his brother's words, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Oh, don't give me that crap. We used to fight all the time, but you never took a word I said seriously. You knew better than that." He said, narrowing his eyes, not believing his brother reason for leaving one bit. "I recall you saying quite a few things in the heat of the moment too, but you didn't see me running off without a word for 10 years. 10 years, Xavier!" He shouted, his anger starting to get the best of him. "Sorry, Daniel," He corrected himself, though his brother's new name dripped with sarcasm. "I don't even know you anymore." He said, shaking his head.
"I was just a kid when you left, 13 years old. Some big brother." He muttered, turning and walking to the fridge, grabbing out the orange juice and pouring himself a glass. His thoughts flashed back to the night of that party when he was 17, the worst night of his life, he couldn't help but to wonder if things would have been different if his brother had been there for him. Now that he thought about it, he'd started drinking when he was 13, after his brother left. He frowned deeply as he shoved the orange juice back into the fridge and slammed the door shut, not even looking at Daniel.