Children of War - Dystopian War RP (OPEN)

"It seems as if the smog has cleared out and I don't hear anymore bombs." Sam removed the wood from the door and headed out, remembering to close the door behind her. She ran back to the tree and found her bag and weapons that had fallen out. The poison spilled but she could careless. The only thing that would be affected by it was the ground. She took the clipboard and read it as she walked back to the shelter. "I found out why they are doing this and where they are holding the other weapons. But I doubt we will be able to get them."

Sam flipped the paper over and skimmed through the large amount of text. "Apparently they've noticed the robots malfunctioning and decided to stop wasting money and kill us off. They are also holding the weapons at their base and they have tons of things. I'd rather not try to get it because they have heavy security around it." She put the clipboard away and took out the small amount of paper were she kept the recipes for poisons and medicines. She only knew a small amount and doubted what she had on there would help.

"I guess so, but either way, they want us dead. I'm going back to where they were and I'm going to try and listen in, do you want to come with?" Sam said while tying her shoelaces and putting some water in her bag. She wasn't planning on coming back to camp until she figured the real reason for all of this.

"Cool. I'll wait, but you need something to defend yourself. Do you have any weapons? Your more than likely going to need to defend yourself in case something happens." Sam looked over at the little children putting their bags on. They didn't really know any of this was even going on and they were innocent, and that was the strongest reason why she wanted to stop this.

"That's awesome, while you drop them off, I'll be making plans for what to do and how we get there." She responded, opening the door for the both of them and the children to leave.

"The more, the merrier. I'll be nearby, when you're ready, just head to the camp down south." She walked away to the camp to start formulating her plan.

(how should I jump in?)

have Sam meet your character and then you could jump in.//

(is Sam going to the camp?)

Yep.//

Sam runs off into the woods on her way to the south child camp. They had only a few, now that the robots stopped working. The older children migrated the rest of them to the remaining ones. On her way there, she saw another kid with pale skin walking around. "Hey! Didn't you hear those bombs go off or at least see the smog? You shouldn't be out here."

Wylen stared at the girl who had come up to him, trying to read her lips. Something about bombs and…snot? He tilted his head, adjusting the strap of the satchel he was carrying before he began signing to her. Wylen held his point finger up to his ear and dragged it down to the corner of his mouth, indicating that he was deaf.

"Oh," Sam said quietly. She decided to slow down just a bit so he could read her lips. "It's unsafe right here, there's a camp nearby you could go to or you could help us."

Help. He recognized that word easily. Wylen nodded, holding up two fingers to indicate that he would rather do the second option. "Help. I will help." He signed.

"Do you have a weapon? We will more than likely need to use them since there are a whole bunch of healthy functioning people."

"Weapon….I have a slingshot." He pulled out his slingshot, as well as a sack of rocks. Wylen nodded before returning his weapon to his satchel.

"Great. Follow me." Sam headed finally arrived at south camp and saw the boys waiting over there. "Okay on the way here, I was thinking about things we can do but I need your input."

(Input means i need your ideas, i need your say and opinion, i need you to contribute to the plan.)

(Oh, sorry, Bains)

"Maybe, we ambush them, take a few of them out, head to the supplies and break them in some way so they don't work and no one suspects anything."

Wylen desperately tried to keep up with the conversation. This girl needs to slow down. He thought to himself as he tried to read her lips. Am…bu…Ambush. Egg…no that's not right. Something about supplies and break…and I lost it again.