Rachel Robinson
Dialogue color || fuchsia
Rae made her way toward the sidewalk that went along the road, glancing both ways. A little way down the street, she caught sight of a bar, par-tee. With a hesitant glance back to the hospital, she made her way down the sidewalk, to the bar. She ran a hand through her hair once more, making sure she looked presentable before stepping into the bar.
Rae made her way up to the bar and sat down on one of the stools. "I'll have a sour-apple martini," She said to the guy behind the bar who quickly got her her drink. She sighed quietly, looking down at the drink for a moment before picking it up and taking a long drink.
Zane Blackwood
Dialogue color || dodgerblue
When he couldn't find anything to do to keep himself busy, he decided to head off to the hospital. He'd started volunteering there not long after the accident, hoping that he could somehow pay back a little bit for what he'd done. Of course no one knew the reason why he volunteered, and no one really asked, just figuring him to be a humanitarian of sorts.
It didn't take him long to reach the hospital, find a parking spot and head inside. After glancing at the clock, he headed toward the cafeteria, figuring they may still be in the middle of delivering breakfast to the patients. After talking to the volunteer coordinator for a few moments, Zane had a cart full of trays and made his way to the elevator to go up a few floors and deliver the food. The last room he went to on the third floor, he found a blonde woman sitting on the edge of the bed, holding an older woman's hand, seeing tears on the younger woman's face made Zane hesitate, not wanting to interrupt. "Um, hi," He said, with a small smile as he set the tray down on the table.
Zane really didn't want to intrude, but he couldn't stand to see a woman crying and he definitely couldn't walk away from one. He almost asked her if she was ok, but quickly realized how stupid that question was before he had a chance to ask it. He glanced at the older woman in the bed once more, seeing that she appeared to be asleep, he realized that there must have been some sort of mix up in the kitchen as the woman clearly wouldn't be eating breakfast. "Have you had breakfast? I could leave the tray here if you'd like," He offered, even though it was technically against hospital regulation for family or friends to eat the patient's meals.
Dialogue color || fuchsia
Rae made her way toward the sidewalk that went along the road, glancing both ways. A little way down the street, she caught sight of a bar, par-tee. With a hesitant glance back to the hospital, she made her way down the sidewalk, to the bar. She ran a hand through her hair once more, making sure she looked presentable before stepping into the bar.
Rae made her way up to the bar and sat down on one of the stools. "I'll have a sour-apple martini," She said to the guy behind the bar who quickly got her her drink. She sighed quietly, looking down at the drink for a moment before picking it up and taking a long drink.
Zane Blackwood
Dialogue color || dodgerblue
When he couldn't find anything to do to keep himself busy, he decided to head off to the hospital. He'd started volunteering there not long after the accident, hoping that he could somehow pay back a little bit for what he'd done. Of course no one knew the reason why he volunteered, and no one really asked, just figuring him to be a humanitarian of sorts.
It didn't take him long to reach the hospital, find a parking spot and head inside. After glancing at the clock, he headed toward the cafeteria, figuring they may still be in the middle of delivering breakfast to the patients. After talking to the volunteer coordinator for a few moments, Zane had a cart full of trays and made his way to the elevator to go up a few floors and deliver the food. The last room he went to on the third floor, he found a blonde woman sitting on the edge of the bed, holding an older woman's hand, seeing tears on the younger woman's face made Zane hesitate, not wanting to interrupt. "Um, hi," He said, with a small smile as he set the tray down on the table.
Zane really didn't want to intrude, but he couldn't stand to see a woman crying and he definitely couldn't walk away from one. He almost asked her if she was ok, but quickly realized how stupid that question was before he had a chance to ask it. He glanced at the older woman in the bed once more, seeing that she appeared to be asleep, he realized that there must have been some sort of mix up in the kitchen as the woman clearly wouldn't be eating breakfast. "Have you had breakfast? I could leave the tray here if you'd like," He offered, even though it was technically against hospital regulation for family or friends to eat the patient's meals.