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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on Mar 20, 2013 12:06:50 GMT -5
Ron was standing there during the argument between the two. He really didn't want to be involved.
He turned to the young party thrower and give him a look.
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Post by Alana/Opal on Mar 20, 2013 13:40:40 GMT -5
Now Opal DID miss a cue, because she didn't like the way Toolbag was getting rough with Ron. Did anyone else notice this going down? No, because they were bumping and grinding to fabulous music.
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on Mar 20, 2013 22:55:35 GMT -5
Ron tried to back away this guy was getting really into his face and he was not going to fight with this kid.
"Look back off, or I will take my equipment and go." He told the little jerk.
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Post by Alana/Opal on Mar 21, 2013 18:52:12 GMT -5
The young man took a swing at Opal's Manager.
The disc fell from her hands. "RON!" She shouted, ripping off her headphones.
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on Mar 21, 2013 19:15:49 GMT -5
Ron felt the blow to his face and fell back falling between the gap in the dock. He hit his head on the side of one of the boats on display. Ron remembered nothing as he fell into the cool waters.
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Post by Alana/Opal on Mar 21, 2013 19:59:46 GMT -5
In a flash Opal was tearing through the clueless crowd, kicking off her pumps as she ran, and dove into the blue waters. She opened her violet eyes, expecting the salt water to sting, but she could see so clearly.
Ron was sinking, a slight trail of blood floating up from his lip as he fell into the depths. She kicked her legs furiously, yet expertly, and seized him by the collar of his jacket. She pulled him up enough to get a good grasp under his shoulders and then gave powerful kicks at the water to get them back to the surface.
As they emerged, the only thing Opal could hear was the sound of her own panicked panting; the crowd was looking over the edge, watching the two. A few people crouched down, offering assistance. Opal brought Ron over, keeping his head above water, until numerous hands hauled him out.
Hands were offered to her as well, but she ignored them, Hoisting herself up. Surprising how much upper strength the slim young woman had, despite her dainty size. Opal didn't waste a moment, she was at his side, putting an ear to his chest.
"Is he breathing?" Some one said.
Opal couldn't hear anything, she couldn't even feel a PULSE. She placed two hands on his front, pushing down in pulses. She then propped his mouth open and brought her lips to his.
No response.
Fear rising in her, she repeated the process. "Come on Ron... COME ON...." She placed her mouth over his again.
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on Mar 21, 2013 21:10:20 GMT -5
It was then when Ron's eyes opened only to see Opal kissing him. He was wet and his head hurt. No she was saving him right... he leaned over and coughed up sea water.
He looked back at Opal. "You saved my life?" She was soaked so he could make that connection at least. He laid back down his head spinning.
He took her hand. "Thank you..." Then he closed his eyes and tried to get his head to stop hurting.
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Post by Alana/Opal on Mar 21, 2013 22:04:08 GMT -5
Someone called an ambulance, but Opal cradled Ron's head in her lap. He was in and out of it really. Giving her a chance to run her fingers through his hair without him noticing.
The waves in his hair... they were natural... and thick...
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on Mar 21, 2013 22:14:07 GMT -5
Ron woke up a few hours later in a hospital bed with Opal sitting next to him.
"Hey?" He said his voice scratchy.
"I am not sure what happened but I know you were the one why saved me Opal thank you" He told her reaching out for her hand.
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Post by Alana/Opal on Mar 21, 2013 22:24:10 GMT -5
Opal was in a waiting chair, her thin legs pulled up to her shin, her arms wrapped around them. When he offered his hand to her, she released her legs, hesitating a moment before putting her small hand in his.
Something passed between them. Her eyes met his, and he smiled at her... she could have stayed in that moment forever... but she pulled her hand away from his.
"You dumb ass..." She huffed, sitting back in her chair. "Who's going to manage the station if you DIE? Toast?"
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on Mar 21, 2013 22:54:45 GMT -5
He was sad when she pulled away but it was expected. "Well I didn't mean to get punched in the face Opal. See if I do another party for that jerk." He smiled.
"How bad do I look did he ruin my nose?" He chucked but then it hurt so he stopped. "Good thing I brought you Toast would have drowned trying to save me."
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Post by Alana/Opal on Mar 22, 2013 8:02:26 GMT -5
Opal laughed at the thought of Toast trying to swim... when a thought occurred to her. She had terrible attacks, that were sometimes severe enough to leave her feeling debilitated.... and yet she had jumped into the water and swam to save Ron as if it was second nature.
She didn't even KNOW she could swim... she couldn't recall a time ever being immersed in water long enough to find out... aside from a bathtub. But as sudden as that thought had occurred, she shook it away. It was just blind luck. Survival instincts kick in when one's life is at risk... or to save another.
"Your nose was already slightly crooked." Opal gave a small grin. "I think he evened it out for you..."
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on Mar 22, 2013 12:38:55 GMT -5
He smiled at her. "Well then that's actually good news. I am actually glad your here it's nice not to be alone." He told her but he was wondering why he couldn't shut up. He didn't want to appear weak that almost made him laugh since he was in a hospital bed and was nothing less then weak at the moment.
"So you going to be okay working with Toast tomorrow? I doubt they will let me out of here tonight." He asked.
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Post by Alana/Opal on Mar 22, 2013 14:40:36 GMT -5
She was glad to be there too... he shouldn't wake up alone. And yet he was alone most of the time... when he wasn't promoting business or putting up with Opal's little quirks. Why was someone as wonderful as him alone?
"Right, the concussion." She reminded herself, breaking her train of thought. "If you show up at the station and Toast has been stabbed repeatedly in the face for his smart ass comments... I didn't do it..." she said matter-of-factly. "Where are the station keys? Still in the van? I'll keep track of them for now. I need to drop off the equipment anyway. I had to pack it back up... alone... by myself..." She new there wasn't ANYTHING Ron could have done about that, being unconscious and all... but that didn't mean she couldn't fish for overtime-pay for her efforts.
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on Mar 22, 2013 19:02:17 GMT -5
"Yeah, I am sorry you had to pack up by yourself. The keys are in the van if you unload it tonight I will be sure to give you over time. Plus I need you to open tomorrow." He smiled at her.
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