what....is that....IT IS!!! A RP!!! (CLOSED BUT STALKERS ARE WELCOME) (#FERIA)

(Hello friends!)

(:D)

Tia opened the door of Alanna's house and began down the steps. She stepped onto the curb and looked up the street at Kaisley's house. My best friend… Why can't you remember me? she thought sadly.

(hey yall)

(sigh)

(heyo I have returned from the land of restrictive parents)

(lmao hey)

Ferran followed, still trying to compose himself. "So…do you have any idea where Daveed might be?"

"No idea," Tia said, tearing her eyes away.

"Great…." He thought for a moment. "Let's check his dad's old warehouse first eh?"

"Sounds fine with me," Tia shrugged. Bile rose in the back of her throat, but she swallowed it quickly. It burned her mouth.

"This way then." He led her down the street and to the poorer part of town. A big old warehouse was the only industrial building there and even it was abandoned.

Tia followed him, making her way precariously over the cracked and patchy ground. Once, she tripped and had to lean on Ferran to catch herself. "Sorry," she mumbled.

"No it's okay." He helped her right herself. "I think the front doors will be locked…."

(wait a sec….)

(What?)

(nothing continue….)

(… what?)

(i MaDe cOoKieS eVeRyOnE)

(GOODIE!!! Sorry for the delay I thought I saw shippable material but idk…I'd have to ask @camiestrange )

(??? What are you thinking?)

(Uh…..sorry about this but….Ferran and Tia…..prolly not though right?)

(Sure! We can, if you want. I don't mind!)

(Okay yeah I just wasn't sure…I think it's your turn…)

"Then we'll figure out another way in," Tia said, grinding her fist into the palm of her hand.

Ferran nodded. "I could try and ram the door down."

"Dude, I have super strength. I'll break the lock or something."

"Oh right…." He facepalmed. "Duh…sorry…"

Tia smirked, nearly tripping again on a jutting piece of concrete. She bit her tongue and tasted raw, sweet blood.

"Whoa you okay?" He asked.