The "Quarrentined" RPG

She stopped him(Like the chic is doing in your avvie). "Good night Austin" she said smiling cheekily as she kissed him on the cheek. She turned around and entered her house smiling.
 
Amada woke up the next day feeling great. She got out of bed and got into the shower. As she put on her top she noticed a mark on her stomach on the right side. She looked at it in the mirror. It looked like a bruise but she couldnt remember falling or hitting her side. She shrugged and imagined she must have done it while she was asleep. But something that did catch her attention were her eyes. She looked alarmingly at them. "Green!....." she murmered to herself confused for she had natural brown eyes.
 
occ. whats going on with her? :D lolz

ic: Austin woke up...he stared at the ceiling for some secs suddenly remembering the pain in his stomach from last night. He know felt better. He stood up to do the rutine, bath, breakfast and stuff. He stood in the mirrow from some secs before he noticed...his eyes..."G-g-g-graaa-y" He stammered..."What...on...earth?.:" he decided to wash his face and when he turned to dry off, it wasnt much before he noticed the long bruise on his back...He couldnt understand..."Am i going crazy?.."

occ: I guess that if both are infected, they have the same symptoms...
 
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ooc:LOLZ!!! Gray :p

ic: She quickly got dressed and was about to ring the doctor when she felt shooting pains in her stomach. She leaned against the kitchen table for support and held her stomach tightly wincing in pain.
 
occ: he must look awsome with gray eyes :D lolzz :p

ic: Austin rubbed his face again and walked outta the bathroom, sitting in his bed...breathing in and out... calming down.."That...was just made up by my imagination.." he told himself...He decided to wait a litte before even daring to look at the mirror again...
 
occ: KK... ill be on more longer...

ic: Finally he stood in front of the mirror again with his eyes closed, praying for everything to be just as normal...he opened them to see the same thing, gray eyes, he turned, the long bruise. Suddenly he remember the thing about the infection..."This...am i..." he began asking himself.."no...it cannot be..why...me?.."
 
ooc:Sry I didnt come back. Very busy.

ic: She clenched her fists. 'Make it stop' she thought and miraculously as soon as she thought that the pain vanished. It felt as if the whole thing had never even happened. She stood up slowly and opened her eyes breathing heavily.
 
He glanced at the phone..."Should I call someone and tell whats going on with me..?..." he asked himself..."But maybe...no...i cant do that..." he continued...He grabbed the phone.."Even, though...maybe i can tell her.."
 
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