Realistic Modern Day RP {Open}

(Yas)(I love backstories.)
Molly makes the jump again, this time landing on the top of the car gracefully but not without sound. She kicks out the window, and while doing so kicks the Prince's face.
"Whoops! Sorry! But this is mine." He hollers, grabbing Claire roughly and pulling her out the window, rolling on the ground as carefully as she could.
(Molly is really strong, btw)

Darren nods.
"It was alright, I guess." He points to a grey, toppled building.
"That was the theatre. My sister played there every other Tuesday."

She nodded happily "That sounds amazing," She looked at the building and then at him "What did she play?"

Darren would choke up, but he was more man than that. Or so he thought.
"Les Misrebles was her last performance."

Fiona nodded "I would have loved to see her play.." She looked down and went quiet.

A single tear runs down Darren's red cheeks as he remembers that, yes, he too has feelings.
He wrings his hands, and goes to speak, but purses his lips instead, knowing anything he says will sound quiet and cracked.

(Yas)(I love backstories.)
Molly makes the jump again, this time landing on the top of the car gracefully but not without sound. She kicks out the window, and while doing so kicks the Prince's face.
"Whoops! Sorry! But this is mine." He hollers, grabbing Claire roughly and pulling her out the window, rolling on the ground as carefully as she could.
(Molly is really strong, btw)

The prince ground his teeth together as his little butterfly was taken. "And who do you think you are!?" He growled, ordering his men to take her back by the ankles.
The driver swerved erratically, trying to shake Molly from the roof, but didn't really have any luck.
These feral people are crazy… He scrunched his brow with extreme fury.

(Molly jumped off of the car. They're on the ground already. It was all one action. Sorry)

Darren is a bit startled by the hug, but accepts it.
"Thank you…." He whispers. He hadn't realized how long it'd been since he's had a nice hug.

Molly is already standing, guns in both hands.
"You take her and I shoot!"

Molly glances over at Claire.
"Princess, really?" She scoffs. "Oh my word, Clovis what have you done to me."
She turns back to the men.
"Ummmnn, well. This is awkward."

Fiona nodded and let go, stepping back slowly.

Darren let's himself feel like the good guy for once. He liked it. It was nice.
He looks over the dead street, "Did you take Claire when you left? I had promised her safety and housing."

Darren gives a small chuckle.
"She's sure interesting. But I wouldn't say she hates. Maybe she doesn't like you though."

A servant prodded his side with his elbow. "What do we do now, Sire?" He whispered.
The prince ignored him. "Tell you what– you hand her over, we'll keep our hands off you. Refuse to give her up, and we'll put you both in prison."
Although, I'm unsure where that other man went… "…Depending on how I'm feeling, I'll decide whether to let you live or not if we happen to go there." He glared at Molly.
Claire didn't say a word in fear of Molly dissing her, but she vibrated in fear.

Clovis hears Molly and someone talking, their voices echoing over the dead city. He stands and takes off in that direction. He stays hidden behind buildings, but still sees them.
Ugh, not them again.

Molly sighs.
"You know, you're worshipfullness, as much as I'd love to do that…. I gotta say not at the moment, cause my dude would hate me for it." She shrugs, "Sorry."

Clovis glares, but is glad she refused. He counts the men (how many?)

"I don't know.." she smiled lightly, fiddling with the edge of her shirt.

Darren gives her a side glance.
"Hmm, but what's not to like, really?"

Darren puts out his hand as a joke. "Yes please. And in exchange I'll give you one too."