Finished Basement

He sighed and finished his butterneer, put his poolstick down and walked out

Christof winces at the yelling holding his head, the meds were starting to wear off, he began to question his decistion to leave the hospital.

(yea Blaire was sent to her house lol)

Vanity limped down into the basement, careful not to fall down the stairs. He finally stopped at the couch, slowly taking a seat and sighing. "ow, shit, shit..." He rolled up his pant legs, staring at the severely swollen, black and blue ankle.
"What was that healing charm, what was it..." The area throbbed in pain and he wiped a bit of sweat off of his forehead, breath elevated.

"Espikey-" He grunted, pointing the wand at the ankle. It sparked and his ankle seemed to swell even more. "shit, shit - Espikey - Ekipsy - Sepkey -" He muttered every different way to say it as he could, never actually getting the right one.
The damaged ankle only throbbed even more in pain, tears in the corners of his eyes. "Fuck, fuck..."

(if he needs help he should send an owl to me or something? have fun with earl & blaire, they're coming down again:])

( Vanity's extremely stubborn ^^; He never asks for help. )

Earl walked down the stairs towards his room in the basement with his hand on his wand

(*nods* ok:] This should be fun to watch)

Vanity heard him, but didn't even bother to raise his head. His shoe was off and his pant legs raised, ankle looking so messed up that it would be a miracle it wasn't broken.

( ever had your ankle stomped on before? I cried like a bitch for about an hour ^^; )

(nope^^ closest thing that happened was a sprained ankle. What happened after that hour of crying?)

(no, I havent, Ive had my hand stomped on with cleats in rugby though :/)

Earl just stood there, arms crossed

( Trying to redeem myself as a man, by staying stoic the rest of the night. Ended up having to go to the emergency, anyways )

He wiped any tears from his eyes on his shoulder and looked up. "If this stuff is yours, I'm not going to touch your shit."

(Oh my gosh vanity...you cause more shit these two days to Earl and Blaire than my whole 3 weeks I've been here lol)

(Lol, I hate the emergency room, it takes so long because people always go there for colds and shit)

He just stayed there, not moving a muscle

(@earl: *winces* ouch... that's gotta hurt... Rugby spikes are EVIL.
@van: *pats on back* not passing out probably helped:])

( I'm in the emergency so much, it's not even funny. They know me by name ;_; -likes rough housing- )

He continued to stare at Earl, not moving a muscle either.

(You ever had tendons torn you your ankle and your leg broken? XD i did about three months ago, it's still healing. >.<)


Christof walks calmly down the stairs, he had been wondering where every one was off too, looks like he found one of the deserters of his Mannor. "What's going on here?" he asks stoticly, tilting his head at Vanity on the floor. "Are you hurt?" he had to ask, protraying 'concerned' adult.

(oh I am sorry you two: Vanity and Earl. I know how you feel Van. Everytime I go they know me. It irks me so much)

"No no no, this is my area, Im waiting till he leaves" He said, looking to Blaire