( it really is okay man! We understand, mental health and just your health in general is so much better then trying to keep up with a roleplay, we care about you and want you to stay safe. I'm sorry that your having to go through all that, and I hope things get better for you.)
(thank you, I dont mean to burden anyone of you with what im going through, but I had to explain whats going on in order to explain why I might not respond.)
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(Mhm! Of course)
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(technically I don't think Jasper's replied to Gus yet? Unless I missed it lol)
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(ah true lol)
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"Either they're long gone," Gus replied firmly, "or we show them what's what when they find us again. They'd better think twice before messin' with a big group like ours. No matter what, they ain't got any right to waste your time no more. So keep your chin up and put 'em right outta your head, okay kid?"
she nodded, offering him a soft smile. "M-mhm…r-really..thanks. thank you so much for welcoming me and helping me so much.."
"Acourse." Gus patted her shoulder. "Now what say we head back over to the others 'n you can help us finish th' defenses up front? Or you can jus' keep watch while we do it, either way. I think we'd better get these hatches battened down before th' moon rises."
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she nodded, realizing she took valuable time away from them working defenses. "y-yeah…sorry…" she looked down a bit, but she appreciated the shoulder pat.
"i-i can help."
(Wait!…..I'm so sorry I didn't realize it was my turn T.T)
"Don't worry about it, sometimes a good cry is jus' what has t' happen. Now let's get to it." Straightening, he led the way back to the front of the store and noticed Darius still holding the board in place. "Aw, shoot, sorry Darius. Looks like I'm gettin' as forgetful as you now. You can let go of that there board, it's nailed down good enough. Jasper, y'wanna help us get these pretty curtains slapped up? I'll find you a stepladder."
"I ain't too sure," Gus admitted, digging around behind the checkout counter for any kind of ladder or step-stool. "I hope she's just napping or keepin' watch. I didn't ear any doors open and there ain't been any screamin', so I reckon we can finish up with this before we start worryin'. How's that sound t'you?"
Gus found a stepladder at last and carried it over. "Start coverin' the window holes with hangin' cloth, in two sections each like normal curtains. Might as well make it look a little homey in here. Don't worry about curtain rods, jus' nail the cloth right to th' wood at th' top. And mind your fingers acourse."
"Nice work." Gus returned to the swinging escape door and started carefully fitting it with a wooden latch. It wouldn't do them any good if it let enemies in. "Y'know, Darius," he remarked proudly, "you're doin' great. I think your concentration is better and you ain't hurt yourself in a while now. I knew it would jus' take a little practice to get you used to this."
"Makes sense t'me. I think bein' around other folks make you more grounded. Before I met y'all, I was on my own for dern near a year, and lemme tell you it was startin' to mess with my head somethin' fierce." Gus shook his head. "I was carvin' my name in sign posts jus' to feel like somebody would know I was there. I'm sure glad I don't have to dodder along all my myself anymore."
Darius nodded, “if I had had to do that, I would have died.” He said plainly. “I miss music…” he said sadly, music was something he had grew up with, had always had, and now in this world, well he had lost his phone a long time ago so he had no source of music. He felt empty without it at points.
(I'll reply when @imNOTdenki or one of the others comes back so they can catch up)
(im back btw :) )
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(wb!)
(thanks)
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she moved to try and help Gus and darius as she listened to the two of them talk, she didnt really have anything to add.
(Welcome back Mere! Also sorry I vanished, I ended up having to take a mental heath break from social media for a while. I'm better now though)
"Music can be a downright life saver," Gus agreed. "Sometimes I think I should become a wanderin' music man so's I can brighten the day of other survivors everywhere I go. Trouble is, folks might like music, but they mostly don't think it's worth payin' for. I'd starve pretty quick if singin' was my day job."
(thanks! call me Aristotle if you want— also yeah I get it, no need to apologize.)
(Thanks! Aristotle it is ^^)
Darius nodded, 'well, that is just life isn't it? some of the things that people over look, can be the only good thing left in the world after a while, ya know?" He shrugged, "I never did anything with my music, I just liked to play"
June woke up and walked up to the group with a yawn, "what'd I miss, i took a bit of a nap"
(if we become friends further in the future, due to this roleplay or whatever else you can call me Ari, or you can call me that anytime you'd like really ∩﹏∩)
(that's good to know >w<)
"Oh, hey June!" Gus looked up and waved cheerfully. "I was wonderin' where you were. We've jus' been buildin' up th' defenses so these glass doors ain't so easy t' break. Darius is bein' a big help. Show her all you got done here, Darius!"
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