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'human sized burrito' bahaha
Going to work on an app.
Apokalipse said
Raffy's having an almost mental breakdown. Don't worry (:< When she manipulates everyone to do her bidding, she'll feel better. MWAHAHA.
Not long till that happens, I assume. D:
Guys what's this like in terms of open-ness?
Glancing down at a cup of water that he had not yet finished. Since it seemed they were about to leave, Declan downed it and stood up."Howard's gonna catch up with us later. He doesn't feel well." Corey announced. Declan frowned, feeling bad for Howard - he would have gone to see how Howard was doing, but he knew that if Howard wanted to speak to him, he would just speak to him. He doubted he was the sort of person Howard would want to talk to, anyway. "Everybody hop in the car, we need to get going before we miss anything." Corey continued."Shotgun," Declan grinned as they departed the diner.
They reached the car and Declan climbed in to the seat beside Corey, where he rested his head back leasurely, relaxing his arm on the window and peering out it, looking for anything of interest. He petted Magnus and allowed the dog to rest on him as the engine started up.
They reached the car and Declan climbed in to the seat beside Corey, where he rested his head back leasurely, relaxing his arm on the window and peering out it, looking for anything of interest. He petted Magnus and allowed the dog to rest on him as the engine started up.
Leon rested his brow in one of his hands and sat in silence by the fire. Slowly, people began to gather around him. He was trying to figure out what to do. He had taken the phone, and now he had led them in to the forest. As more time past, he knew it had been a bad decision to make. Now they would assume that he actually knew what he was doing, and those who knew otherwise would think he was a bit of a dick. He rubbed his eyes and glanced up to see that some of the small group were now comfortable enough to socialise. Just as he was noticing this, a voice directed to him caught his attention.
"Did not expect your, uh, bad habit to become useful, huh?" It was Justine, the French girl, who was speaking. She, like Leon, was an immigrant to America, though he was perhaps more fluent with the language than she was. Nevertheless, she conveyed her thoughts perfectly well. He nooded and shrugged. "I guess so," he sighed. "I've had worse habits. Keeps me relaxed..." He shook his head. "But I doubt it would make much of an impact right now." He felt lightheaded. Uneasy. Tense. In many ways, what had happened hadn't truly hit him. He'd been thinking of what to do to keep himself alive for the last hour or so, in a manner he deemed quite selfish and was now feeling quite guilty about it, knowing that he should really have been mourning his family.
The group began to announce themselves - give their names and, some of them, their stories. Leon didn't want to hear any sob stories right now, as he had one of his own to think about, so he was glad that none of them milked the fact their families were now dead. Once several of them had had their say, a couple of them looked over to Leon. "I'm Leon." he muttered laxly, refusing to expand on his short sentence. He didn't feel like smalltalk. If anyone wanted to talk to him, he would talk back and try to be as friendly and open as possible, as, in a strange way, it seemed like even though the group was banded together, they seemed like the sort of people who could easily turn on eachother.
He wouldn't eat tonight, for three reasons; firstly, he felt sick, he doubted he had the willpower to keep any food up he ate, secondly, he believed the food should be rationed, and haphazardly gulping it down like Jojo was wasn't the best plan. The final reason was that the last thing he had eaten was a family roast, something that Leon would wish to cling on to for the hours to come. The last memory of him with his father and brothers. He felt his fist clench around Benjamin's chain as he exhaled.
"Did not expect your, uh, bad habit to become useful, huh?" It was Justine, the French girl, who was speaking. She, like Leon, was an immigrant to America, though he was perhaps more fluent with the language than she was. Nevertheless, she conveyed her thoughts perfectly well. He nooded and shrugged. "I guess so," he sighed. "I've had worse habits. Keeps me relaxed..." He shook his head. "But I doubt it would make much of an impact right now." He felt lightheaded. Uneasy. Tense. In many ways, what had happened hadn't truly hit him. He'd been thinking of what to do to keep himself alive for the last hour or so, in a manner he deemed quite selfish and was now feeling quite guilty about it, knowing that he should really have been mourning his family.
The group began to announce themselves - give their names and, some of them, their stories. Leon didn't want to hear any sob stories right now, as he had one of his own to think about, so he was glad that none of them milked the fact their families were now dead. Once several of them had had their say, a couple of them looked over to Leon. "I'm Leon." he muttered laxly, refusing to expand on his short sentence. He didn't feel like smalltalk. If anyone wanted to talk to him, he would talk back and try to be as friendly and open as possible, as, in a strange way, it seemed like even though the group was banded together, they seemed like the sort of people who could easily turn on eachother.
He wouldn't eat tonight, for three reasons; firstly, he felt sick, he doubted he had the willpower to keep any food up he ate, secondly, he believed the food should be rationed, and haphazardly gulping it down like Jojo was wasn't the best plan. The final reason was that the last thing he had eaten was a family roast, something that Leon would wish to cling on to for the hours to come. The last memory of him with his father and brothers. He felt his fist clench around Benjamin's chain as he exhaled.
Posting now. Not kicking Cyra out or anything, but I'm not going to have the RP suffer, so we're moving on.
Come on guys. Let's do this. :D
I imagine it's pretty much full, but I'm interested nonetheless.
I'm not feeling impatient, at the moment, so I can wait for Cyra. However, if you guys start to get bored, just say.
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