"I'm better!" Edward joked. "Much better..."
"Welcome... I think," Edward replied.
"Okay," Edward sighed. "You don't want to talk."
Edward nodded, finding Hannah's hand and grabbing her fingers. "You're sure you are okay?" he asked her softly.
"If she wants to," Edward added. "I know that if she wants to talk, she should."
"That's good," Edward said, also glancing at Hannah. "Look," he continued. "I've told Hannah this before, but I'll tell you now because it's the same idea: I don't care if you have to kill to survive; it doesn't make you a bad person because you need it. It's okay... even though other people may say otherwise."
"Alright, alright," Edward insisted. "What happened? You're okay, yes?"
"What happened to you, Bee?" Edward asked, looking to her now. "What did Lestat do?"
"Why on earth would I do that?" Edward replied, putting down his empty bowl. "You're in the same situation as me in a way... I'm worried about you." OOC:
OOC: oh, i thought he went out to get hannah for eddypoo and then he died out there.. FROM GETTING SHOT IN THE FACE!!! Edward nodded, grabbing the food and beginning to eat it slowly. "They need me," he said after a moment. "We all need each other; I can't just lay here. How are you, though?" he added quickly, catching her eye.
OOC: michael got shot in the face, remember?? god.. "No," Edward replied with a weak smile. "But I'm conscious, which means this... awful stuff is making it's way out of my body now... that's a good thing... for both of us."
"Hannah..." Edward murmured, turning on the bed, his eyes shut and his stomach churning.
"Thank... you..." Edward mumbled as Beatrice and Hannah left, shutting his eyes gratefully.
"Food and water," Edward insisted. "I'm sure that's all I need to feel better... and these idiots..." he weakly jerked his head toward Van Helsing, "... not arguing in this room."
Edward coughed and reached out to grab Hannah's hand, his eyes half open and his head clouded. "I need... something," he began carefully.
OOC: wow i feel lost... theres still room for one more in the party, yes?
"Here..." Edward groaned, barely conscious. "Sit... with... me..."
Hmm... sounds like fun! Name: Joshua Chambers Age: 23 Gender: Male Past: Josh has been in an emo rockband in San Francisco for the last five years of his life. He has a history with women and doing drugs, though anyone that knows him knows he is a good person despite his problems. He lives with the three other members of his band in a large apartment on 46th street close to Central Park and was out one night, looking for inspiration for his next song... when he was abducted and awoke in a small room, no idea where he was... Appearance: Other: muscular body type, carries a hidden pocketknife, height = 5' 11''
OOC: GRRRR!!! EAT MY REP POWER!!! Edward shut his eyes tightly, unable to speak because of the nausea that suddenly attacked his stomach. He shook his head. "Get..." he managed after a moment. "... Hannah..." He just finished her name before he collapsed on the floor.
"I... need to lay down," Edward gasped, pushing himself back down onto the pillows of the bed next to Beatrice and Lestat, shutting his eyes and grabbing the sides of his head. He groaned, his stomach churning uneasily.
