Super Heroes RP discussion

Yeah! I'm just waiting for Maggie to reply b/c we are in the middle of a tense scene. I would RP with another character but schools been crazy and I'm just too busy.

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Why are you confused?

Nah ur messave didnt show up

I would like to see ford help in monitoring Crsytal!

If we could all assume imporant roles id love to conduxt the rp for crystal!

Okay! What I said was that I'm super busy until school ends (1 month) so I can do a little now because this sounds cool, but once it is summer I can RP way more!

Ik im just putting it out there for now

guys who son

Fox ~The Muse~ wrote: ""What the hell are you talking about? 'The real' Bradley Whittaker. Hmpf. So you're a lie within yourself. No surprise.""

"No. My name is Bradley Whittaker. I'm just the wrong one. I told you when we first met that somebody had messed up. They were supposed to recruit a different Bradley Whittaker. They now have the other one. He shouldn't cause any 'confusion' or 'unnecessary heartache' like you said that I did. "

OMG YOUR BACKKKKK

((I was grounded. Sorry. No internet or access to devices))

((Oh. Ok. ))

((That sucks so much.))

"What the hell happened to the other Bradley? Cause evidently, I don't give a sh*t about you."

((If this isnt gonna work out beyween ford and said person- can we guve mystique and ford another go?))

((I think it is gonna work out though, they were pretty close and I trust that Maggie has a plan.))

((...k))

((When have I ever not had a plan? ;) lol))

"He died when you gave up, Stanford. Isn't that what your last wish was? That I die? Granted that isn't how you said it. Refresh my memory what did you say?" Bradley was getting mad and upset. He didn't really want to pick another fight with him when he was in that condition.

"I don't remember exactly what I said! I just know I didn't really mean any of it!!!" Ford coughed.

"Wish I had known that before my fourth trip to the ER. On four occasions, with four different drugs, I purposely tried to OD and die. I decided that if you were giving up then so was I. It's weird but for some reason I thought that a world without you wasn't a world worth living in. But after this and seeing who you've become I think I could survive it." Brad didn't really mean it but in his anger he really wasn't paying attention to what he was saying.

Ford looked ashamed. "We had an argument. I didn't think it would hurt you so much. I'm sorry."

"Whatever. I'm trying to move on. But I can't figure out what happened that night or the next morning. You asked why I was dead set on you going to PT."

Ford coughed, unintentionally showing how obvious it was that he hadn't been going to therapy. "I just felt like it wasn't worth it, they can't fix me."

"You don't know that! Physical therapy could have saved my mum."

"I haven't changed at all. I'm the same as when I was going to therapy."

"No. You got worse."

"I have a cold. Otherwise I'm fine. It's unrelated." Ford looked generally unhealthy and his legs were extremely thin.

Brad looked him over again. "That's a load of bull. I'm not even sure why you tried to tell me that." He chuckled a little.

"I'll go back if the real Bradley Whittaker comes back."

"Tell me about him. He sounds fascinating." Bradley was being dead serious. He wanted to know how Ford viewed him.

"I don't want to talk to you." Ford turned around.

Brad wanted to stop him but he knew it was too late. "You're really cute when roll off in a huff."

"What the hell?! I can't trust you, so stop messing with me."

Brad laughed before becoming a fly and landing on the back of his wheelchair.

Brad went to his room and pulled himself into his bed. He fell asleep.

*whoops Ford

Ford woke up. He had a headache and his breathing was slightly ragged. He told himself again that it was a cold. His legs also shared an unnatural pale yellowish tone. He pulled himself into his wheelchair.

Bradley had stayed awake the whole night. He flew around Ford's head a few times and then landed back where he had been on the wheelchair. He was determined to find a better way to talk to him but until then he would hang around and see if Ford would start talking to himself about the conversation the night before.

Ford turned on the tv and just sat there for a few hours.

Brad flew to the bed and became a cat. He then turned off the TV and hopped up on Ford's lap.

Ford pushed the cat off of him. "I know that is you."

Brad stayed a cat and walked around Ford's wheelchair.

"Seriously. Where is the actual Brad?" Ford coughed. He had a fever.

Brad hated how he kept saying that but he walked to the door anyway and waited for it to be opened. If Ford wanted to meet the new guy then who was Brad to stop him?

((Am I supposed to be confused? Because I am so confused.))

Ford opened the door and went to get breakfast.

((Sorry I'll pm you to try and clear it up.))

((Okay cool! Sorry about that))

((It's all good))

Ford got a waffle. The cat still seemed to be following him.

Ford ate then went back to his room. He felt hot to the touch, the fever had gotten worse. Ford coughed violently. He went back into his bed and fell asleep again.