Erin crossed her arms, thinking, counting everyone. "Okay. I saw Molly on my way back here after the zombie attack so she's probably close by. I know of a place we can hide while I find an official safe house for us. If Fiona's not back I'll go searching for her. I need to go grab Jess's and my gear. You all get packed and ready to go and I'll be right back."
Realistic Modern Day RP {Open}
(oops, I missed Whisper's post. We'll go with Molly and Fiona being outside. Don't worry about what Erin said about them XD)
App saw Dare and Claire in his arms. She slowed and let a small smile out. She walked over. "Hey Claire. How's that ankle?" She looked up at Dare and raised an eyebrow before looking back at Claire for an introduction.
(oops, I missed Whisper's post. We'll go with Molly and Fiona being outside. Don't worry about what Erin said about them XD)
(It's fine pickle. XD I've had to redo plenty of entries before.)
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(Clovis feels like App hates him. Thanks a lot Whisper XD)
(Yeha, lol :3)
Claire glanced over at App. "Oh… It's doing much better… The swelling is dying down a bit every hour, I think…" She couldn't help but smile at Dare. "Thanks to this guy right here…"
(Clovis feels like App hates him. Thanks a lot Whisper XD)
(oops sorry. [not actually sorry. I love drama.])
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(lol, but he's such a sweet boi)
(Yoos :3)
Erin ran up the stairs to the second level and found the closet where she had hid Jessica and their gear. She swung her backpack on and strapped her extra weapons into place. Snatching up Jessica's pink pony backpack as well, she jogged back down the stairs and to the others.
App smiled and gave a salute. "Name's Apollyon. Most call me App." She let the salute go and stood at attention. "And what might your name be?" Dare was a little confused at military-like stance of this girl. "My…. name's Dareon. You can call me Dare."
(lol, but he's such a sweet boi)
(Dude, never trust me with a sweet character… It would be terrible of me to say why…)
Claire smiled, shifting a little to hug herself closer to him– not that she disliked App at the least, but she just wanted to feel him every chance she got.
Dare shifted Claire so she was more comfortable and went over to Clovis. "Uh, hey dude.." He paused, unsure of how to approach him.
App looked over her shoulder at Clovis, her face unreadable again, then jogged away to find Molly, Fiona, and Connor.
Claire liked that he was trying to get along with the people she was with.
But the longer she looked at Clovis, the worse she felt. I'm sorry…. It echoed in her head, and her smile slowly overturned into a frown. You didn't deserve to get shot…
(I'm here! Also, Fiona is currently hiding from the world in an old building at the edge of the city. :3)
Fiona shook her head and sighed, walking cautiously inside the building and starting to climb the stairs. She wiped her eyes with the hem of her shirt as she climbed, hoping to get to the top or a floor near it before she rested.
(Okay! And hello again!)
Dare looked down at Claire when she tensed up. "Hey, is something the matter?"
(yayyyyy Grace! idk if you're in the chat for this rp but we figured out some plot and direction and stuff. We were waiting for you and Looper so y'all wouldn't be left behind.)
(I'm in the chat, I've just been silent bc Idk what to have Fiona do now..)
(Okay! And hello again!)
Dare looked down at Claire when she tensed up. "Hey, is something the matter?"
(Gracê!! :3)
Claire didn't want him to see her like that– it was something of the past that came back to haunt her. "It's all my fault they all got injured…." I'm not sure if I even deserve to be with them after what he– I made him do to them…
(:3)
Dare shook his head at Claire. "Hey. It'll be okay now. Henry's gone." He looked back at Clovis. "How's the arm?"
Fiona continued to climb, pushing the thoughts of Conner away. "Few more floors.." She muttered, glancing out of a broken window to look around.
App quickly found Molly. "Molly!" she ran over. "We're going to head on now. We need to gather our stuff. Where's Fiona and Connor?"
Dare shook his head at Claire. "Hey. It'll be okay now. Henry's gone." He looked back at Clovis. "How's the arm?"
So what if he's gone….? He left a scar on all of us… She sighed, sorrow plaguing her tone as she leaned more against him and closed her eyes. She wished everything Henry did was gone with him so she wouldn't have to worry about herself or the others…
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Clovis looks done to his arm momentarily.
"I guess it's okay…?" He slowly and quietly states, rubbing the back of his neck with his not injured arm. He glances up at Claire. She shouldn't feel bad for him getting hurt. I mean, it only hurt when he wasn't distracted. So, it hurt really bad right now…
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App quickly found Molly. "Molly!" she ran over. "We're going to head on now. We need to gather our stuff. Where's Fiona and Connor?"
Molly jerks her head up and looks to App.
"Ummm, long story short, Conner was a zombie and we kinda blew his head off. It was really dramatic, you shoulda been there." She gives App a tight smile.
"How's my people?"
Fiona finally reached the top floor and she sighed, opening one of the doors and looking around, deciding that it must have been an office building at some point. There were desks pushed against one of the other doors and Fiona stepped into the middle of the room, turning around slowly and checking that there was no one else there before walking over to another broken window. "Stairs? Or window?" She asked herself, debating on how to get to the roof.
Molly jerks her head up and looks to App.
"Ummm, long story short, Conner was a zombie and we kinda blew his head off. It was really dramatic, you shoulda been there." She gives App a tight smile.
"How's my people?"
App's face hardened further when she heard the news of Connor. "Oh, you know. Sappy and guilt-ridden as ever…. That new dude is carrying Claire around, and Clovis is just… sitting I guess." She looked away, chewing the inside of her cheek. "So, where'd Fiona go after you guys made Connor's head go-" She made an explosion noise and did those weird jazz hands.
(Weird jazz hands….. X3)