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Post by Alana/Opal on Mar 23, 2013 4:55:47 GMT -5
"Deal." She smiled back.
And then that feeling hit again, like a strong wave... something passing between them. Unspoken... but ... blatantly there. Why was she feeling guilty for feeling this way... whatever the way she was feeling. It was Ron, after all...
She cleared her throat. "The nurse said that you didn't have anyone listed on your emergency contact... is that true?"
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on Mar 24, 2013 17:19:00 GMT -5
"Yes, I don't have any family Opal. I been taking care of myself as long as I can remember. I am used to it." He gave her a smile as if to say don't worry.
"So, if you can't unload the whole van do what you can. Don't kill Toast okay?" He chuckled.
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Post by Alana/Opal on Mar 24, 2013 21:51:46 GMT -5
"I can do it." She assured him... but he seemed glean over the topic of his family. Perhaps it painful? Opal could relate. It wasn't easy living with her hardened father... still blaming himself for his youngest daughter running away to some large city, doing who knows what...
"You don't even have a girlfriend?" Opal pressed on. She knew the answer to that; Ron would have brought any ladylove of his around the station if he did. He was so open and laid back like that. That would usually turn Opal off... but not with the dark-haired manager. "Why? You seem decent on paper... good job, nice personality... good looking... or so most people would say. You have some skeletons in the closet, 'Ron-Nay'?" She said his name in the ridiculous manner that the other interns said it, slight grin on her face.
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on Mar 24, 2013 21:55:20 GMT -5
He laughed at that. "Nope, no girlfriend. No one ever caught my interest before. You know I am around so many fake people from day to day. If I do meet a nice girl, she usually can't handle that."
He smiled at her. " If I look good on paper how do I look in person?" He waited a moment. "Probably not good since that jerk broke my nose eh Opal?"
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Post by Alana/Opal on Mar 24, 2013 22:17:19 GMT -5
At first she just blinked at him; did he want her to answer that honestly? She swallowed hard. Of course he was 'Mister Perfect'... and he didn't even KNOW IT... that made him so much more real and appealing...
And then he added the little quip at his own expense. Opal scrunched her nose at him. "You look like a GOOBER...and the nose will be fine." She smirked.
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on Mar 24, 2013 22:24:59 GMT -5
He laughed. "Well I am sure I will be very upset once I go and look up the definition to Goober Opal. I hope I don't look that bad." He smiled at her laying back on the pillows.
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Post by Alana/Opal on Mar 25, 2013 8:21:54 GMT -5
Opal rolled her eyes playfully. "It doesn't HAVE a definition. It's something all the hip kids say." She retorted. "For someone who has to be up on the times and 'in' with the latest trends, you sure are a square, Mr. Anderson." He grimaced at that name. "Yeah, Mr. Anderson... I'm sure your cane is SOMEWHERE around here..."
What was she doing? Now SHE was being a goober. A MAJOR one. She needed to knock it off. It was ruining her image. Now he would think she's more social and out going or something!
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on Mar 25, 2013 14:28:39 GMT -5
He laughed. "Fine, then I must be, I know I shouldn't fit in with the hip crowed not sure how a do so well." He smiled at her.
"Is that where I left my cane?"
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Post by Alana/Opal on Mar 25, 2013 18:59:01 GMT -5
Opal suppressed a laugh the best she could. She then stood up. "Okay, I'll go earn my overtime now. Need a new dress and all." It was true, the salt water had ruined the delicate material of her garment, not to mention that the slits on her dress had ripped their way even higher on her form from the swimming.
Opal finally looked down at her dress for the first time since Ron had been wheeled in to the hospital room. She grimaced. She then grabbed his jacket and tied it around her waist to somewhat hide the indecent tears.
"Hope you don't mind me borrowing this? The Doctor is kinda a creeper." she pushed her damp hair behind her ear; she could LITERALLY feel the guy mentally undressing her with his blue eyes every time he came in to check up on Ron.... a few TOO MANY times then what was actually necessary, in Opal's opinion.
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on Mar 25, 2013 19:37:47 GMT -5
"Sure no problem." He smiled at her once more. "Come back and visit me if I am not out by tomorrow?" He asked.
"If not I will see you back at work in a few days."
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Post by Alana/Opal on Mar 25, 2013 20:29:36 GMT -5
"Maybe." She said, but she gave a grin. She gave him a wave before she walked out, her heels clicking on the hospital floor.
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