Realistic Modern Day RP {Open}

Dare grew frustrated. He bit his lip then did something on impulse. He quickly muttered a “I’m sorry about this”, then smashed his lips to hers.

(AAAUUUGHGNB I understand…. She's just super subborn and… Yeah…. But I also kinda didn't want to be that instantaneous… Meh. Do what you feel :3)

Claire's eyes opened up with extreme astonishment, her chest burning with a sense of real love. The kind she never really felt beforehand. I…. I don't even know this guy's name…. She felt compelled to draw away– but she savored the moment for a second before finally drawing away, totally red and flustered.

(I feel like that too. Do you wanna go back and change it, or should we just keep going and make Dare super sorry for doing that?)

(My gut is telling me to change it… I kinda want it to go a bit slow…. and like, I mean she doesn’t even know anything about Dare, and he kissed her…. so… I’m thinking that’s kinda strange…)

(LOol….. for us we have to dress up as christmas characters… whatever the hec that means…)

(Rudolph, Hervey, Jack frost, Santa, The abominable snow man…. Anyway, I'm wearing a christmas tree headband, an ugly christmas llama sweater, and christmas llama socks.)

(My gut is telling me to change it… I kinda want it to go a bit slow…. and like, I mean she doesn’t even know anything about Dare, and he kissed her…. so… I’m thinking that’s kinda strange…)

(Yeah…. I'll go back and change that. brb! [Also, for ugly christmas sweater day, I'm being a rebellious child and I'm not wearing my skirt. Just leggings. My mom would kill me if she knew. lol])

Dare grew frustrated. He bit his lip then said, "Hey. Please look at me. It's ok. I want to help…." He wanted her to look at him so he could ask what he could do to help her rest easier.

Night had fallen. The building was silent. Darren stands and sighs.
"I think I shall go find the group so they don't wander and leave me." He sarcastically says.

App just nods and curls up again, closing her eyes. She didn't want to see them right now. "Good night then. I might see you in the morning, I might not…" Her breathing started to deepen.

App whimpered as soon as Darren had left and his footsteps were a decent ways down the hallway. She was scared. After that flashback, she was frightened of having more. She had remembered lying on the operating table, wide awake and screaming as they shot liquids into her arms and shoving strange metal items inside of her chest.

Dare grew frustrated. He bit his lip then said, "Hey. Please look at me. It's ok. I want to help…." He wanted her to look at him so he could ask what he could do to help her rest easier.

(Okay…. thank you…. I kinda want to take it slow….)

Claire glanced at him through her tear-filled eyes. “…I…” She stammered. “…I don’t know if there’s any way to help me…” She wiped away at her eyes. “But—“ She was about to say something when she barked out— her ankle stung like mad, even with the cloth on it. “It hurts!!!” Claire screamed.

(I understand.)

Dare immediately ran and grabbed another cold cloth along with some liquid painkillers. He put the cloth on her ankle and injected the painkillers.

She clenched her teeth, surpressing the urge to yell out again as he injected the painkillers. Relief came not too long after, and she brought her knees to her chest. “T-Thank you..” She stammered, letting out a breath she held in. Don’t think about that…

Dare put a hand to his racing heart and let out the breath he didn't know he was holding. "You're very welcome. Gods, you scared the c*** out of me." He grinned up at her. He then got up and sat next to her, readjusting her cloth. That's when he noticed the her jacket had a tear in it. "Hey, do you want me to fix your jacket?"

She glanced down. “Where?? I don’t think there was a tear when I got it…”

(…Where be the tear?)

Molly sighs, irritated, tired and hurt.
The only reason I'm going after Fiona is because she's the only sensible one besides me in this group.
She ignores the panging sting of her new, black and yellow bruise on her arm.
"Come on, Shrimp." She begrudgingly says over her shoulder.

Conner followed her, habitually checking every few seconds that the bullets did indeed not magically disappear and were still in the chamber. hang on Fiona he silently willed the girl, looking around for any signs of where they may have went

As they quickly walk, Molly is silent. She places her steps carefully and quietly out of habit and stays close to building, but not windows. She kneels down when she starts to hear faint talking.
This better not be Henry again. I'll wring that guys neck.

Conner approached a suspicious looking building on the corner. He heard the faint murmur of voices and his eyes widened when he recognised Fiona's voice, "In there!" he hissed to Molly, jerking his head towards the bulding

She glanced down. “Where?? I don’t think there was a tear when I got it…”

(…Where be the tear?)

(Imma say it's on the side. Not totally noticeable, but will completely ruin the coat quickly.)

Dare touched her right side. "Right here. If it's left alone, it'll quickly ruin the coat. May I mend it?"

Fiona looked at the guy again "Can I have that water now?" She asked somewhat quietly, finally done ranting.

Fiona looked at the guy again "Can I have that water now?" She asked somewhat quietly, finally done ranting.

Thomas nodded and walked over, putting the canister to her lips since she was tied up. He gently tipped it up so water flowed from the canister into her mouth, slow enough so it wouldn't be too much

Fiona gratefully drank the water, pushing the canister away with her chin when she was done and choking slightly. "Thanks," She said between coughs.

She glanced down. “Where?? I don’t think there was a tear when I got it…”

(…Where be the tear?)

(Imma say it's on the side. Not totally noticeable, but will completely ruin the coat quickly.)

Dare touched her right side. "Right here. If it's left alone, it'll quickly ruin the coat. May I mend it?"

(OKey…)

“Um…” Claire hesitated just a little. “You can, if you know how….” She moved her arm and glanced down where he traced the tear in her jacket. “…I don’t mind.”

Fiona gratefully drank the water, pushing the canister away with her chin when she was done and choking slightly. "Thanks," She said between coughs.

Thomas screwed the lid back on, "No problem," he sat back at the desk, continuing his carving, "So what's your story?" he asked, attempting to make conversation

She raised an eyebrow "Do you really want to know?" She watched him carefully and smiled lightly.

(OKey…)

“Um…” Claire hesitated just a little. “You can, if you know how….” She moved her arm and glanced down where he traced the tear in her jacket. “…I don’t mind.”

(lol. Yeah. I sew a bit, so I know…)

Dare smiled at her. "I know how!" He was happy he could use a skill of his to help her. He reached for her zipper and unzipped the jacket, tugging it from her shoulders so he could start stitching it up.

Claire glanced at him through her tear-filled eyes. “…I…” She stammered. “…I don’t know if there’s any way to help me…” She wiped away at her eyes. “But—“ She was about to say something when she barked out— her ankle stung like mad, even with the cloth on it. “It hurts!!!” Claire screamed.
(reference for myself.)

Dare fished a needle case he kept in his pocket out and started stitching the tear up. "So when you said there's no way to help you earlier, but then you said "but" before your ankle started hurting. What was that "but"?

“W-Well….” She shifted a little. “I… I know I’m in dire need of help….. But I don’t know what I need help with…” Everything….Living…. sirviving…. running…. everything…. “I j-just need a shoulder to—“ Don’t say that… he’ll think you’re crazy…

She raised an eyebrow "Do you really want to know?" She watched him carefully and smiled lightly.

Thomas turned in his chair to face her, "I do," he said quietly, looking at her.

"Where should I start?" Fiona asked, shifting in the chair to try to get more comfortable. "Before or after the apocalypse started?"

Thomas pursed his lip, "Before," he decided