Dystopian Warrior Roleplay (Closed)

"Yeah… What ever. DONT. YOU. DARE. MOVE." Ian glares at her as he walks away

Naturally, her first instinct was to move.
As soon as Ian was a couple patients down, Akyra got up and sidled over to the side of the tent. She pulled up the edge and ducked under it, immediately turning on her cloaking watch and heading to the bunkhouse.
She dashed to her bunk room, which was a small, refurbished closet, but she didn't mind because she didn't have to share. Plopping down on her bed, she held up her hands and sighed.
I can't even remember what I did

Ian turned around to where Akyra once was and he snarls at the empty bunk, "For fricks sake!! Akyra!"

My ears are burning. Ian must be maaad…

(Her ears are burning? WHat? XD

(it's an old saying that means someone's talking about you)

(Ooohh)
Ian snarles, turning in circles trying to see where Akyra went

Gah, he's really ticked off, I'll bet

"Have you seen her?" He asks along the medic tent.

I can sense his annoyance from here

Akyra rubbed her face.
"'Use my powers!' I thought. 'That's a great idea!' I thought," she ranted to herself. "Gah, what was I thinking?!"

(Insert filler for Ian)

(XD)

Small objects began floating around her as she chastised herself.

Ian races back and forth between patience but he cant get his head off of what Akyra had accomplished

Maybe I should talk to Ames. Or Ian. Gah, no not him. You could sense his fear when he found you.

(Another filler… Sorry I have no ideas)

Not wanting to leave her room, Akyra got out her transmitter. First, she tried reaching Amethyst, but she didn't answer.
She's busy, we were just in a pretty big battle.
What about Ian?
He- he's probably busy, too. He is the lead medic.
Just try, come on.
…Fine.
She hit Ian's name and waited to see if it would connect.

Ian looks down at his transmitter, picks it up off his belt and answers it (Are they like phones?), "Hello?"

(Kinda? They have numbers programmed in them, but they can only call or text. Like flip phones, but modern and way cooler)

"H-hey Ian. Sorry about dashing out."

Ian hisses but sighs, "Why are you talking to me?"

"'Cause Ames is busy and I don't have anybody else," she said softly. "But if you're busy, too, I'll leave you alone."

Ian shakes his head, "What do you want to talk about. I need a break anyway…"

"I don't know… I just needed to talk to someone, but not be around people… If that makes any sense."

"Eh. So." Ian rinses his hands and kicks his legs up on his bunk, sighing

"how are you doing on supplies?" she asked in an attempt to make normal conversation.

"Suplise?" He looks over at the nurses and patients, "We're fine… Are you ok?"

"I- I don't know, Ian."

"Huh? You ok?" Ian reaches down beside him and picks up a book from the side of his bunk