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River Morris

"I made them up, they aren't real." WIP

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a character in “Imaginary: The Otherworld”, as played by MaliceInWonderland

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River Morris
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Full Name:
River Lalana Morris
Nicknames:
Riv
Lala
Schizoid
Crazy girl
Psycho

Description:
River is a dark haired, doe eyed girl, with thin lips and a round face. She stands at about 5'7, lithely in frame. She is often seen in old clothes much to large for her. Like long sun dresses, or long sweaters, with leggings. And she always wears old brown calf riding boots.
Personality:
River is a quiet girl, manic in appearance as if she tettering on the egde of sanity. She walks around with her head down, her hair is in stringy waves, as if she'd been sweating. Her eyes are sad and distrusting, watching everyone around her as if they were out to get her.
She has low self esteem, she lets people say what thet want about her, even letting them shove her around. She is anxious and fidgety, closed off and timid. Obviously, she keeps to herself, and the only solace she finds is in her sketchbook in which she can be found often.

Skills:
Painting
Drawing
Ballet
Weaknesses:
River doesn't trust her own thoughts, which makes her naive and gulibe. People can convince her of just about anything which can lead her into dangerous situations.

Brief History: River was a normal girl growing up, imaginative and creative. She found beauty in everything and loved to explore the world.
She loved being with her friends, and playing in the imaginary world they'd created: Otherworld. Where she met her friend, Zen. She was a firey red hair that protected her, mothered her and kept her happy. River's parents were straightlaced individuals, business minded and no nonsense and had the unfortunate luck of giving birth to a free spirited child. River would go often into Otherworld often, having fallen in love with it's beauty and wonder, laughing and playing with Zen.

It was one day, she was enjoying herself so much that she ended up staying in Otherworld for days. When she returned, she found that her parents and the neighborhoods had been looking for her, she was a missing child. They hugged her and held her and asked her where she was. And she told them. "I was with Zen in Otherworld." Her parents thought the worse, believing maybe she was kidnapped, and horrible things had happened to her but her fragile child pysche twisted it into something fanciful. River was then subjected to therapy and medication, that she wouldn't take unless slipped into her food.

She would throw horrible fits trying to return to her beloved Zen and her wonderous Otherworld, and would try running away, countless times. To the point, that her parents couldn't keep hold of her, and she was placed in a home for mental childern. Eventually, after years and years, the playful happy girl that River once was, disappeared into the dark, manic, and frightened girl she is today.

Zen was all but forgotten, save for in River's drawings and paintings, in which River is unaware of.

So begins...

River Morris's Story

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Crash!
" Schizoid." laughed a group of kids, after they knocked River's books from her hands. The tiny girl reached down gathering her books in a neat pile as they teased her some more. "I heard she went nuts and killed a bunch of people, but couldn't remember any of it." said a blonde girl with too much make up. "I heard she was kidnapped and killed the guy that did it." said boy with enough product in his hair to fill a hole in a dam.

River tried to ignore them as she gathered her books, clutching them closely to her chest. With her head down she tried to walk by them but they blocked her path. "Hey, are you bilimic? You are skinny." said another girl, pinching River's arm. River winced. "Please stop." She said quietly as she tried to maneuver out of the way. "What's that, Psyhco?" said the boy, pushing her back against her locker. "Is that what the mental hospital gave you to wear?" said the blonde girl. "Because you must be crazy to wear something like that?" They all laughed. River was dreamed in a cream knit dress, that hung just below her knees, a long pink tank top underneath and her favorite brown riding boots. River was really skinny but not due to lack of eating, she just was. "Excuse me, I have to get to class." she whispered as another girl grabbed her hair. "Ew, Why is your hair all stringy, two words, Shampoo and Conditioner." They all laughed again. River pulled her head away, getting fidgety. She reached in to the messanger bag she wore and fumbled for her medication. "Oh, Pyscho needs her meds!" Said another boy, bleach blonde. He grabbed her bag and dugged inside, finding the medication bottle. "Whoa, I can't even pronounced this." He laughed, the blonde girl grabbed the bottle from. River started to panic. "I need those, please give them back!" she cried, tears and sweat brimming her eyes and moistening her cheeks. "If you can catch them!" The blonde girl shouted, and the began playing 'hot potato' with her medication. River whimpered trying to catch the bottle, but to no avail.

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Character Portrait: Helena Norrevinter Character Portrait: River Morris Character Portrait: Jessi Smith

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I almost, almost, bashed my head against the table. I wanted to leave my childhood behind be not go back. Yeah sure the therapist suggested that I revisit my childhood on occasion, but that didn't mean "Pretend everything my imagination created was real". I gave a look to my friends saying that I would be back and that they shouldn't get involved, and that I could deal with Helena. I stood, coffee in one hand, and garbed one of Helena's arms and stormed off to a slightly more privet part of the school entrance.
"Look, Helena, I know our childhood means a lot to you, but sometimes..." That is when I saw River, an other childhood friend. I glared at the group of teens tossing around her medication. I glared. If there was one thing I didn't like it was picking on people, no matter how messed in the head they may be. Then again that might be because I was a little messed up for a while my self. I pointed to ward River "If you don't mind I am going to do something about that first, then we can talk." I know I was in no place to play hero, but if I didn't stop it then who would. I walked up to the group and easily caught the meds they where tossing around, I read the label. These where anti-depressants, they worked not only for depression, but anxiety as well.
"Hey man, want to join in the fun?" A junior with far to much hair product in his hair to be remotely attractive gave me a cocky grin. I scoffed and handed them back to River. I then proceeded to glare at them.
"Do you know who I am? I am Jessi, the president of the Drama council and one of the most popular kids in school, if I, or any of my friends see you picking on anyone again I will make sure that you and your little gang of wannabes never make it to the top in this school ever. In fact you will be even lower then Helena over there, and that isn't a nice reputation to have. Now, A little education for all of you, those meds you where tossing around are of anxiety, strong enough to make all of you lucid for a while, so before I decide to shove a few down your throat, I suggest you scram." I stayed very calm threw out my little rant, I didn't raise my voice, nor did I act mad. This for the most part scares teens more then a yelling person, and to my success, they ran. I sighed, that was good, now I didn't have to fight. I turned back to River. "You okay?"

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Character Portrait: Helena Norrevinter Character Portrait: River Morris Character Portrait: Jessi Smith

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"I did hear that y'know. I am standing right here." Helena announced her arms folded.

She could handle being brushed off gracefully enough. It happened so often that she could react to it like a natural. However when someone, someone who was supposed to have been her friend, was using her as some example to scare people like she was some kind of lesser species, she kinda took issue about it.

"So it's not okay for them to pick on her, but fine for you to say stuff like that about me? I mean....I know pretty much everyone in the school likes to have a go, and no-one ever objects to it....but I thought you might at least have the class to only say that kind of thing to your friends behind my back..." a notable tinge of bitterness had soaked into her tone.

She was bitter. She couldn't help it. She wanted to try and put all of that behind her and start things on a positive note, but this was not making it easy. Not when the already considerable trouble brought about by the forsaking of the world was componded by the disdain for her for remaining. When she didn't have a choice.

Clip-clop.

A noise.

Helena snapped round, looking behind her, getting some sense of something, some tall, spindly figure moving off in the edge of her vision, striding among the parked cars, easily avoiding them with its long limbs, metal hooves sounding on the asphalt.

Clip clop.

There was nothing there though. Just some cars and a few students who were dragging their feet about going in. Evenso the event left her unsettled, and she reached over to the stuffed toy, a white wolf that peeked out of her pack, and squeezed it.

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Character Portrait: Helena Norrevinter Character Portrait: River Morris Character Portrait: Jessi Smith

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I patted River on the back lightly and faced Helena. She was clutching a very familiar toy, she looked frightened. I walked over to her. "if it makes you feel better, thous wannabes are most likely going to bully someone else and make their way to the bottom of the charts." Now I was standing two feet away from her now. "And I am more then sure that if you where the one having their meds tossed around then I would help and most likely say the same thing because it is fact Helena. I am also sure that if I saw anyone do something to you I would have done something about it, but it seams you pretty good at handling your self and some how nothing other then words come out of peoples mouths when they are around me." I huffed and crossed my arms in front of my own chest. "As for what I wanted to say earlier, I know our childhood means a lot to you, but sometimes you have to let go. Helena, we are old enough not to rely on something that isn't real. Why can't you grow up?" I probably sounded like a huge dick, but I didn't want to be reminded of my childhood, I didn't want to remember. I clenched my jaw, and if that meant I had to cast out the people that decided they wanted to remind me, then so be it.

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Character Portrait: Helena Norrevinter Character Portrait: River Morris Character Portrait: Zenofora Jesper Terellia Character Portrait: Jessi Smith

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[Omg you guys post so quick >.< I fell asleep, sorry!]

~Zenofora Jesper Terellia~

|| Otherworld ||

As she walked away from her crumbling mess of a castle, Zen felt a slight pull, something inside her, like a motherly instinct that made her feel like something was wrong. She looked back to her castle, which now cast a soft red glow around it's edgeds, like it had done many times before. The red glow happened often when River was upset or anxious - or anytime she felt any sort of emotion, but Zen had forgotten about River, or atleast, her name. Zenofora had felt this pang of motherly instinct many, many times before, and she was slowly coming to the realisation that it had sometihng to do with the child in the dream she keeps having, but currently she just shrugged it off as something superstitious.

Zen turned away to ignore the glow of her castle but she still felt the tugging at her chest, which began to annoy her, she wanted to know what the source of this feeling was so she could get rid of it and go about her day, but she only knew of the child in her dreams, and that was the only place she could ever see her. Regardless, Zeno fought through the tugging and pulling that was determined to take her back to her castle, and continued her walk along the dirt, above ground paths that lead the 'main central' where he once followers woudl gather whenever they were not hiding underground.

Though, when she got to the center, not one of her followers were here, not even her gaurds. Strange she thought there's usually someone willing to entertain me.. her thoughts trailed off as she looked around the surrounding area, watching out for any wildlings or anyone else that may have snuck into her realm. But alas, there was no-one here. Zen sighed. Then she looked up, and she saw in the distance, three faded figures. A wicked grin grew across her face as she quickly made her way over to them, but as she got closer, the figures began to dissolve, like a disappearing shadow. One by one they slipped away from her, as she held out her hand to touch the last one, it paused in it's fading process, and Zeno stared,examining it as her palm pressed lightly against it's forehead. The figure looked familiar to Zeno, like the child in her dreams, but now older. But before she could place it, the figure vanished, leaving nothing but a faint red glow in it's wake.

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Character Portrait: Helena Norrevinter Character Portrait: River Morris Character Portrait: Jessi Smith Character Portrait: Rakim

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Rakim awoke in the living room at 6:13am. Another nightmare. Same one, had been for about a week now. It reminded him of when he was a Kid. Things were different then, his imagination was able to take him away, let him and his friends do whatever they wanted to do. Nowadays, he lived in the hood, and the only escape he could think of was death. And school, school's not bad.

John, his bestfriend, was awake sitting in the chair next to the door. "I'll watch the trap for now, go get a fuckin shower choppy, get your black ass to that school, and dont take my fuckin white ford, take your caddy".
Rakim went, grabbed a quick shower, loaded his backpack with what he'd need for the day. Some white, his 9, and a nice blunt for the drive into town, and another for the day at some point. He quickly tossed on a white beater, black jeans, and his favorite hat, it simply said "Choppy" in red and black lettering. He grabbed the keys to his black 86 cadillac coupe-deville, hopped in, and started her up. He loved his caddy. He had everything on it, pearlescent black paint, lowering kit, gold plated rims, gold plated handles, oak dash, and all the bells and whistles. As he was driving to the school, he realized this was his first day out into town in almost a month. He thought about why, and realised he didnt get 125 grand for going into town every day.

He was on the street beside the school when he saw her, and her friend. River. He remembered they used to be friends when they were kids, he had a crush on her then, and still does now. Of course, to everyone in town, Rakim was someone you didnt speak to unless told to do so. When Rakim got out of his caddy, he noticed some people throwing around something with River. Looked like they were picking on her. He decided to deal with it at a later time.

Rakim lit his blunt, was taking a nice cruise when he noticed one of the boys that puhsed with River that morning, he looked like he was heading to the school. Rakim followed. All the way back to the school. He opened the door, headed to the bathroom. Rakim followed, with his gun in his pants. The boy turned around and saw Rakim mid swing with his glock. *Crack* he busted the boys face open, knocked him on the ground. Rakim leaned into his ear and whispered "If I EVER see you fucking with that girl again, i'll ride on your block and kill your fucking family, got it?"

"yes y...yes...e...yes" The kid said through blood and sobs.

"Oh, and anyone asks, this never hapenned, you slipped and hit your face on a urinal."

"oooo.......o..ook"

then, just for accuracy of the story, he slammed the kids face on a urinal.

He did things like this often, usually just to keep bullying down in the school and around town, but this was different, this was for someone. Someone he hadn't talked to in 8 or so years.

As much as it was nice not having to deal with people and their bullshit, it made it hard to approach girls. Thankfully, most of his boys werent around today, so he would quite possibly be able to sneak up to Helena and talk to her.
right around the time Rakim was thinking of some McD's, the opporotunity arose.

He started walking towards her, waived her to come here. She seemed quite nervous, but Rakim was used to people being nervous around him.

"Hey uh, who was that girl you were walking with this morning?"

"Why?"

"Uhh, well, i dont know, she was like, pretty cute I guess"

"River"

"Can you like, maybe, tell her to come talk to me someday or something?"

She then walked off very quickly.

"Fuck." he said to himself.

He saw the boy again after he got lunch, face stitched, two black eyes, and a very busted nose. the kid turned, looked at Rakim, Rakim winked, threw him a Jr chicken, and then he was on his way. Rakim was just heading to the Liquor store to meet his buddy Lamar, when he saw Helena, walking with River and some Jessi guy. He heard that Jessi was good people, and he trusted his sources. He caught Helena's eyes, and she motioned for him to walkover.

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Character Portrait: Helena Norrevinter Character Portrait: River Morris Character Portrait: Jessi Smith Character Portrait: Rakim

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"I resent you implying that being like me is like the worst punishment you can dish out, and somehow assholes rank so far over me in this. I've never actually done anything." Helena responded defensively, her attention drawn back. She stuffed the toy down into the bag, not wanting to leave it pen to be grabbed.

"And just because I don't flip out it's okay for every student and half the staff here to pick on me?"
Yeah, you do get good at handling it when you've been doing it for ten years, she thought to herself, feeling bitter. It was fine to stand up for River, but it was all funny when someone shoved Helena in the swimming pool or tried to pull her skirt up or spat in her drink.

It was because, in her eyes, people seemed to feel she deserved it. That it was justified in some way.


She had to laugh at Jessi's comment. Not only because of the irony of it that he thought he was somehow doing her a favour, and the idea that she needed to grow up. She'd spent her night trying to fight off a hydra that had almost torn her arm out of its socket. She had seen creatures torn apart and sewn together as grotesque things by some depraved imaginary. She had faced the New Ruler and survived...just about. She wasn;t the one that had not grown up.

"This is going to happen, no matter what you say or do. I'm just giving you a chance to be ready for it. If you ignore me you;re still going to end up there one day, only I won't be around to help you. Your best bet is to listen to me and learn how to stop that happening before the Sentinel or Cadriel or Monarch gets to me and there's noone standing between you and the creatures....but I guess that's all on you people. It's just that I probably won't live to see the latter."

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Rakim stood in the middle of the front entrance of the school for a moment, unsure of whether to walk over or stand there until one of the boys called him. Fuck it, what did he have to loose.

He walked over while trying desperately to put his gun in his bag without them noticing. he ended up just turning around for a moment, stuffed it in his bag, then walked over to her.

He walked for a minute with the three of them, wondering what to say. He nervously put his hand on her back, and spoke.

"Saw what happened this morning, those kids are idiots, I heard one of them fell face first into a urinal earlier."

She laughed, somewhat nervously, but it was a nervousness that he wasn't used to, one that seemed less, threatening.

"Yeah, you remember this? We must've been about 10 years old, we were playing in the woods and I fell off a tree, cut my face right up. The next day, this girl, she was makin fun of me, called me an ugly ni**er. Then you punched her in the face and Jessi chased her all the way home. So, i guess what I'm trying to say is, it happens to everyone. If you want, i'll make sure nobody ever does anything to you again. Just let me drive you home. I can give your other two friends a ride too, but it looks like their going to go do their own thing."

She couldn't help but laugh at the old memory of them.

Rakim thought back for a minute, he was a funny kid. one that did all kinds of stupid things. He had been in a different world lately, one that he wasn't allowed to be human in. He liked spending time with his old friends, even if they weren't popular or cool. It made him feel human, like he wasn't in the hood anymore. And then he realized it. There's two escapes from the hood, Death, and these three people. He vowed to himself, that even if River wasn't interested, he was going to watch her back. And make sure to take time out of his day to hangout with them. He might still be a hood kid, but he didn't have to be 24/7.

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Character Portrait: River Morris Character Portrait: Zenofora Jesper Terellia Character Portrait: Rakim

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~Zenofora Jesper Terellia~

|| Otherworld ||

As Zen turned around to walk away from where the figures had been, she caught in the corner of her eye the same red glow she had seen only a moment before, but this time, the glow grew brighter and brighter until it almost matched the colour of her red eyes. Zenofora stood, and watched the shadow figure as it glowed, wonder what it could be or even who it was. Zeno stretched out her hand again to try and touch the figure but suddenly it bolted, and began running. So she followed it, now more curious than before - at first she thought it was just something she imagined, or a trick played on her by her realm, but nothing that wasn't atleast a bit human could run so fast.

She chased the glowing red figure across her lang until it came to a stop and leaned itself against a rock, seemingly catching it's breath. Then she saw another shadow, it was a tall figure, almost taller than herself, which made her step back to be able to examine it fully. As she watched, Zen could see motions of mouth, talking and laughing and she swore for a moment she could hear it too, but only for a moment, then it was gone. The tugging her her chest began to lessen as the glow of the smaller shadow began to become less and less red. Zeno stood back and watched the two figures, all the while her mouth slightly open agape, she didn't quite know what to think of the shadows, but she defiently wanted to find out more.

Zen figured that, if she wanted questions, she might aswell ask, it was worth a shot, was it not?
"Hello?" Zenofora began in her demonesque voice, "Wha- who are you? Why are you here in the otherworld? Are you even real?.." she asked as curiousity again grew inside her, and she reached out a firm hand to touch the red figure on the arm, attempting to see if it actually felt human, or if it was just thin air.

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Character Portrait: River Morris Character Portrait: Zenofora Jesper Terellia Character Portrait: Rakim

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River had looked at Rakim, and then, started freaking out about the voices. She had tucked herself into his chest, so he held her. He was about to say that the voices weren't real, but he had heard it himself. "It's alright" he said, but something was, different. He looked down into Rivers eyes, She looked up at his, and then it happened.

They weren't anywhere near his caddy. Some other place, it reminded him of their imaginary place as kids, except rundown, old, and unkept. "Uhh, River, I think it's real"

A figure was not too far from them, it looked like a woman, with pointed ears, and long red hair. Rakim wasn't sure of what to do, this was all so, unimaginable. They were back to the place they used to go as kids, what did they call it? The otherworld, Rakim thought to himself. His mind began to wander, wondering what happened to the place, what had went on here after they continued with their lives.

The woman went to speak, but Rakim spoke first.

"Is this......actually real. Like am I here right now?"

Then, just as soon as they were there, they were gone again.

He walked with River back to the car, squeezed her hand, completely unsure of what to say.

He decided to play it off. "You want to grab supper or something? My buddy John makes a damn good chickenburger"

"Sure" She responded. She seemed embarassed about what just happened, but Rakim couldn't argue, he was just as mind boggled as she was.

He dialed. No answer. Dialed again. No answer. He picked up the third time, and Rakim lost it on him

"You dumb montherfucker I thought you were dead, pick up your fucking phone" John was used to this kind of reaction, and responded casually

"Lemme guess, your calling me to roll a joint and make some chickenburgers. Who's comin over?"

Rakim begain to whisper "A girl from school, shes cute, so try and keep the dogs away eh?"

"Sure, but hurry up man I'm out and we got white girls lining up at the door for that new shit you got, apparently it's pretty great."

Rakim laughed, then hungup.

He looked at River, and asked the question.

"You smoke?"

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|| Zenofora Jesper Terellia ||
||Otherworld||

Zen sighed, having no response from the figures she'd become discouraged. Then, as she turned to walk away, angrily stomping out a flower beneath her foot she heard a voice, "Uhh, River, I think it's real" Zeno snapped back, turning instantly on her heels to face the now full-bodied figures.

Her mouth hung agape for a while as she tripped on her words, trying to say something, "Wh- buu-" she'd struggle, eyeing the two. She saw a tall, dark-skinned boy, who looked confused, he stared at her, she stared back. Then her eyes found the smaller figure, a girl, pressed close to the boy's chest. A outline glew red around the girl, and Zen's eyes widened. She finally knew what she was going to say, and opened her mouth to speak, "Riv-" but she was cut off, the boy spoke again,
"Is this......actually real. Like am I here right now?" then, before she could open her mouth again to answer, they were gone, fading into a blur.

Stumbling back, Zenofora blinked, then blinked again. She couldn't believe what she had just experienced. THAT was her, that girl, the glowing red figure. It was her! Zen grinned exctidely and did a little dance one the spot,
"Finally!" she called out loud, it was her! Finally, she was back. Zen just KNEW she couldn't forget about her, she just knew it. Now, there was only one problem, how was she going to get her back to the Otherworld?

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"Um...I...uh wouldn't mind...trying?" was Rivers' response.

"Okay, take it easy on this stuff, small tokes, shits potent."

Rakim proceeded to take his last blunt out, started the caddy, and light it. His mind was wandering, thoughts of wherever they were 8 minutes ago, River, his childhood, and John's delicious chicken-burgers. Rakim took his third toke, then passed it to River.

"Remember, small tokes, this is potent."

She took a rather large toke, inhaled, and then let the most spectacularly hilarious coughing fit that Rakim had seen in years. He tried not to, but he couldn't help himself, he had to laugh.

"Don't worry, my first time was worse" It really was, too. He had directly inhaled half of the joint, and threw up all over John, after a much more spectacular fit of coughing that had brought him to the ground. He was 15.

He looked in her eyes as they pulled into his driveway, winked, and hopped out of the car. John was standing on the front porch, barbecuing his oh so infamous chicken-burgers.

"They almost done?" Rakim questioned, as River followed him up the porch steps, stumbling somewhat.

"Haha, yeah man, 'nother five minutes, and I got one rolled on the table inside.

Rakim laughed, looked at River, and asked how she was feeling. She looked like this was her first time. He couldn't say too much to her though, as he was starting to feel it too. Family guy was the only thing running through Rakim's mind, besides, of course River, but he couldn't do anything about that. So he told her to come watch Family guy with him, as he sprawled himself out on the couch, and let some obscenities fly at John for not cooking fast enough.

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