"I would love to wear pants, and maybe cut my hair?"
Cult RP (CLOSED)
Pandora nodded. "I'd look into dreadlocks. My mom had those." Pandora stopped at the memory of her mom.
"Yeah, mom," Chrysa looked down.
"So, how did you end up with the cultists?"
"My dad, " Chrysa sighed, "After he and my mom divorced. My dad got custody rights and dragged me here. I want nothing more to get out of this place. It's too confining."
"Same! I want to leave before they pair me off with someone!"
"Yeah," Chrysa sat up, "I want to chose who I'm with not have others choose for me. If I don't get out of here soon I won't have that choice."
"I'm not interested in kids right now either." Pandora paused, an idea had come to her. "Do you want to escape together?"
"Hell yeah!" Chrysa jumped up, "We should ask some of the other teenagers to see if they want out too!"
Pandora nodded. "We might want to be careful though."
"Yeah," Chrysa agreed, "Wanna play cards?"
"Sure."
(Okay, now I feel like we should wait.)
(Yeah, so until later?)
(yah. fun RPing with you.)
(Right back at ya.)
(I'm just going to randomly put her in I guess?)
Zoe had just left the service. She was wandering the corridors, lost in her thoughts, not paying attention to where she was going.
(Sounds good)
"Hi, Zoe," Enzo greeted as he passed her in a corridor. He was slightly warmer now, holding his young nephew's hand, away from the masses. A bit more casual.
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Walker had slipped away from the group and was making his way across a large field on the compound. He arrived at a tall oak tree and pulled himself up, climbing a few sturdy branches. This was his safe place, his private place.
Chrysa won a hand of cards. She smiled as she dealt out another round.
(I'm on)
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(Same, doesn’t seem like many people are though.)
(I'm on.)
Hi)
(What's up?)
(Still waiting for everyone.)
(Silently screams That's all I seem to be doing lately.)
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(Silently screams That's all I seem to be doing lately.)
(Ugh, I know right.)