It was such a busy place for a little town. Everyone seemed to be out and about. No drive-ways had cars and no parking lots had space. This was mixed with the badly dressed tourists, carrying cameras, maps, and little alien trinkets. The sidewalk was a mix between foreign languages, greasy foods, and crying children, who carried little blow up green men, candies, and hats that said, "Roswell!" across the top. Runner fell into the mix, happy to be distracted from his worries. All of his life, he'd been craving his lost memories. He had no clue who he had been. But, now that he knew….he wish he could wipe his brain clean and start over from scratch. Chop down his family tree and use it for firewood. It would make his life so much easier.
(This looks so lonely yet it has so much potential.)
(Wait so what exactly are we supposed to do)
(Jump in and further the plot, I think?)
(But why is it called copy and paste, shouldn't it be something like "just jump in"?)
(No Idea. I think they copied the 'prompt' from somewhere. I know for sure that I was part of a similar rp that was started by this person.)
(hmmmm, I guess you're right)
(I think MotoMoto needs a better rp name)
(Y'all just sitting her flaming me for my roleplay name ;-;)
(awkwardly sidles up hoping to find a character of mine that doesn't hate Runner)
(Probably none of them imao)
(He will be nicer this time, I promise)
(It's not entirely his fault though. I feel like it's partly me….)
(I have some new rp only characters that I could use in this rp)
Trebatia strolled through the streets, glad that she finally had some time to herself and no school to worry about. Chita, her adorable tan and white husky, obediently trotted by her side, no leash necessary for the dog. "It's really busy here, isn't it Chita?" Trebatia said, looking down at the husky. Chita barked once and wagged her fluffy tail, tongue hanging out the one side. Trebatia chuckled and continued to wander aimlessly. Summer vacay, here we come.
Runner blinked in surprise when the dog barked and craned his neck to find the culprit. He thought about stomping over and snapping at the woman for letting her dog bark, but ultimately self-control prevailed and he continued walking.
Man, Runner thought, rubbing his face, When did I become such an ass?
Samantha sat on the roof of a diner, watching the tourists and silently cursing her grandparents for moving here. She would, of course, never tell anyone that she hated coming to this town every break. She tugged on her ponytail, seeing some guy get angry about a barking dog. Did he really think that dogs only barked on command? You couldn't simply will them not to bark. (Poor Sam is basically a decorative doormat so fingers crossed)
His anger waned as he continued walking. Nothing like good old physical activity to work out some anger. Slowly, but surely, he became aware of the figure on the roof, walking his every move.
Hm, seems like shit may go down. Fuck.
Ever the causal, Runner snapped his head up the the building, locking eyes with his observer. His gaze wasn't one of anger, however. Only confusion and curiosity.
(Lol. The funny thing is, Chita has been trained to only bark once when she's happy, and the only time she barks a lot is if there is a legit threat to her human.)
Trebatia weaved between people, her husky easily keeping up and staying quiet for the rest of the walk. Chita kept a close eye out for anyone and anything suspicious, keen on keeping her human safe. Trebatia rubbed her friend's head affectionately, smiling idly and thinking about finding someplace that served seafood so far out here. Particularly popcorn shrimp.
Sam smiled at him. "Hi, I'm Sam," she called down. Crap, she'd already broken rule number one of the locals. Although, she wasn't technically a local… (Ah yes, she's human. I know, I'm boring)
