forum Apocalyptic romance anyone?

Started February 22, 2020 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

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Oh! I love her <3 <3 <3

Yes, we should. ^-^ What do you think would be a good opening scene?

Well since CC goes from place to place healing people, maybe Desmond got hurt or something? If not, maybe one of them can be around maybe a group of people, trading or just hanging out and they run into eachtoher? Idk

Either of those work. If we want some action right off of the bat, he could be injured. Maybe he got into a fight with someone one-on-one and got hurt really bad, managed to get away but now he's sort of just wounded like "welp guess Imma just lay down here and bleed to death :' )" and then she happens to discover him, wherever he is.

Oof, I like that a lot.
Do you want to start you would you like me to? I'm fine either way

Hm hm
I don't mind either.
If you'd like to, you can, only because I am multi-tasking majorly right now. XD
I am very pumped for this. :D

I am also majorly multitasking right now lol.
But I might be able to get up a starter in maybe an hour or two? Sorry

No worries! You take as much time as you need. Trust me, I understand 100000%. ^-^ Life is hectic.

Seo Hyeon stepped over the rotting animal carcass, scowling in disgust as she did. Her hair fell out of her small ponytail somewhere along the way here, but she didnt care. She had a dozen of them in her bag. She took advantage of people abandoning stores. And the fact that she could now easily break into one without getting in trouble with the police.
Having heard about a fight near her one of the few kids around witnessed, she thought it would be worth checking out. Of course she would.
The leaves from the nearby cluster of dying trees blowing in her face as she looked for anyone who might be hurt. She figured they might already be dead if they were bleeding out, as its been a while.
Moving aside a peice of bent and twisted metal, letting it clang loudly to the ground, she regretting every single life choice that led up to that moment.
“ 농담하니?” she mumbled to herself before letting out a long breath. The smell of mint as always.
Running her bandaged fingers through her alabaster hair, noticing how crazy it probably was. It had more of a beach wave perm texture to it, curly and soft. You would think it would be tangled in a place and time like this, but she took care of her hair.
Hoisting her heavy leather bag up on her shoulders, she kept her eyes widened and searching for anyone who might be hurt. A blood trail, foot prints or even the smearing of mud.
It had rained the night before, making everything muddy and fog surrounded the setting.
Though she stopped cursing under her breath, and as in cursing i mean things like “fudge” and “popsicle sticks”. As she almost never cursed. She saved strong language for when she wanted people to take her serious.
Something catching her eye beneath the fog and past the rubble. A body!
Shes never been so releived to see someone dying on the ground. Which..yeah was weird. But under these circumstances it wasnt as much.
“ 야! 괜찮아? 아 … 죽었어?” she says forgetting that the majority of the population spoke English. In her household they all spoke korean. Her brother was too concerned with people trying to kill us. She could tell he knew something she didnt, but she never asked.
She knelt down to the man, slinging her bag off her shoulder and unzipped it. “Hey, are you alright?” She asked softly, her voice sweet and the smell of vanilla mixed with their surroundings. Everyone always said “its a nice smell for a change” so she continued to wear the stolen cheap perfume.

(No, it's great! I love it. <3 And her. Especially the fact that she curses with words like "fudge" and "popsicle sticks" XD)

Desmond's battle had clearly not been in his favor. Granted, he'd dealt more fatal blows to his opponents, but considering the amount of blood seeping from the gaping wound in his side and the countless smaller injuries he had, he didn't consider himself the victor.
The sound of footsteps approaching caught his attention, and he clutched tighter at the gash in his side. His hands were wrapped in tattered cloth, which served as makeshift fingerless gloves thst were now stained crimson. Despite his horrible state, he'd managed to keep a firm grasp on consciousness– which was why he was fully aware of the girl that kneeled beside him, and the pleasant smell that smacked him in the face out of nowhere. It was odd to smell something sweet when one was used to smelling dirt, blood, and sweat– which was really what Desmond probably smelled like, truth be told.
"I'm– fine," he panted through gritted teeth, though it was impossible to be convincing when one was nearly writhing in pain and their tattered clothes were stained with hot sticky blood.
Desmond noted something else immediately upon their encounter. This stranger wasn't nearly as rough-looking as the majority of people she knew. She didn't look like she'd just crawled out from beneath some collapsed building or like she just finished crawling through a ditch. Desmond was sure he did. Almost everyone did these days.

She arched her brow before shaking her head, flicking his forehead lightly. "yeah, no you're not." she says with a sigh, looking down at his wounds. Her focus mainly on the larger one on his side. "what the hay happened anyway" she asked getting out gauze tape and a bottle of alcohol from her bag. She turned back to him, reading his expression. She wasn't squeaky clean, but she wasn't as dirty as everyone else. She wasn't as afraid as everyone else. More calmed and relax. In result of that, she cleaned herself a lot More than the majority of people on this world nowadays.
She pulled up the hem of her tank top, trying her best to cover her cleavage before she turned back to the boy. "don't worry, I'm not an angel. Might as well be one for what I'm gonna be doing for you though" she mumbled "okay, can you sit up. I'm a medic. Seo Hyeon. You might have heard of me, and if not…. Today's your lucky day" she laughed a bit. She's learned to joke around and be as happy as possible in these conditions. There was no point in wallowing around in sadness. So why the hell not.
Well… Why the hay not

Desmond's expression remained blank, besides from being slightly strained due to his injury. He reluctantly released the wound in order to allow her to work on it. To be perfectly honest, he didn't trust this stranger– but it wasn't personal. He didn't trust anyone nowadays. But, it wasn't like he had any better options than to let her tend to him. It was that or bleed to death, and he preferred not to die if he could help it. Even if he was running out of things to live for.
"A bit of a brawl. Didn't go to well." He sat up on his elbows, grunting a bit with the effort. "And– I've never heard of you before, but–" He glanced down at the wound, which hurt, but wasn't as prone to getting infected or bleeding him to death now. "–Thanks." He swiped at the sweat on his forehead, unintentionally leaving a smear of dirt and blood there. "Name's Desmond. But nobody calls me that. D.C. or Dez, preferably," he responded gruffly, sitting up a bit more, resisting the urge to wince with the effort. He eyed her skeptically, more out of habit than intention. The question rang in his mind: why did she help him, and what did she expect in return? These days, no one did anything for free.

She smiled softly at him before tending to his wound, trying her best not to cause him any more pain. A small bottle of cheap, but clean water poured into a rag, she lifted his shirt a bit and tried her best to clean the surrounding skin of any dirt or blood that could infect it. She didn't care about modesty anymore so she assumed he wouldn't either. She was saving his life after all. A little lifting of his shirt didn't phase her one bit. She was sure he wouldn't mind.
"well, it's very nice to meet you Dez. You can call me CC if you'd like. Nobody remembers my actual name anyway" she shrugged before pouring the alcohol onto the wound, wincing herself. She never liked causing anyone pain so she always did that.

Catching the suspicion in his glance, she sat back with a sigh.
"you can trust me. I don't want anything from you. I'm just here to help you and you can be on your way. You seem strong and sweet. So… In other words" she paused "useful. There aren't a lot of Sweet people out here" the white haired girl shrugged, biting her lip as she thought about how she was going to bandage his side up. There was only one way but she wasn't sure he would be willing to do it. She knew it'd be quite painful.

At the burn of the alcohol, Desmond let out a hiss of pain through gritted teeth, wincing. His leg twitched and he flinched, but he forced himself to sit still. Truth be told, he wasn't a fan of anything that involved his clothes being lifted or removed in any way– especially by a stranger– but he didn't complain, as it was necessary, whether he liked it or not.
He looked at her a moment, pondering what she said. "Thanks, but I don't really know where you'd get the impression that there's anything sweet about me," he managed, his voice strained. He couldn't see himself, but he could imagine that he was a mess of blood, sweat, dirt, and probably none too friendly at first sight, either. On top of all that, he didn't necessarily want to give off the impression of being sweet– only because most people nowadays considered that a weakness. A vulnerability. Even if it wasn't in Desmond's eyes, being considered vulnerable wasn't something he could afford.
Then again, he was sort of injured, and everything about that was vulnerable.
And if CC was actually telling the truth– if she was really helping him without any ulterior motive– well, that was practically unheard of these days. It made him a little sad, really, if someone that kind really was unfortunate enough to have to live in a world as screwed up as this one.
"Thank you, really," he added after a twinge of guilt chastened him for not being more grateful. Not that he was willing to jump on board right away and say he trusted her, but… just in case she was telling the truth, he wasn't going to be a jerk, either.

She knew he wouldn't be trusting, as almost none of her "patients" ever are at first. Or even afterwards. So she was always careful not to say or do anything stupid that could possibly lead to the suspicion on her being untrustworthy.
She was never fond of any of the people here. Why? Because nobody trusted eachother. There was no love involved. They were more than willing to turn on them any second without batting an eye.
"well for starters you didn't attack me or curse me out when I approached you. That's always a good sign. Plus" she paused, looking into his eyes with a warm smile and a soft, sweet tone to her voice. A motherly feel to her always made people a bit more comfortable around her.
"your eyes. They're sweet. Not to mention gorgeous" she says starting to bandage him up, raising his shirt a lot more to do so. Wrapping the bandages around his torso in order for it to stay.

Gorgeous wasn't a term he'd heard used to describe anything in awhile– much less himself. And Dez wasn't quite sure how to respond to such a thing– nor how to tell whether she was flirting with him or just being nice. He assumed the latter. Though, if his face hadn't been so dirty, she might've been able to notice the soft flush that gave his cheeks a faint pinkish glow. Darn his inability to keep from getting easily flustered!
He winced a little as she wrapped the bandage, though he forced himself to be still so that she could do her job. She seemed to be doing quite well at it, even if his wound still hurt excruciatingly. He looked up at her near-colorless eyes. "Thanks," he responded slowly, and added, "Yours are nice, too." If he'd thought about it more in advance, he probably would've refrained from saying that. Once he had, it sounded kind of odd, and he wished he could retract it– but he was trying to be nice, because she had complimented. Plus, he did like her eyes. They were different. Abnormal. He liked abnormal things. But complimenting her only made his face grow a bit warmer, and he felt a little bit more awkward about the whole situation, so he quickly tried to change the subject. "You do this often, then? Help strangers who are injured?"

Wrapping his torso in the bandages, trying her best not to hurt him, she couldn’t help but admire how fit he was. She never liked super buff people, but he was toned and it looked quite nice. He definitely had a rugged hot look about him. Was she thinking about how hot this boy was instead of helping him survive a bleeding wound during a deadly apocalypse? Damn right she was.
Did she curse herself under her breath using only the oh so harsh word “idiot” for doing so? Yes.
Her pale face turned a bit red as she did, but she didnt quite notice, so she didnt try hiding it.
Instead she sat back once finished and brushed her short snowy hair out of her face, white freckles dusting her cheeks and her nose, some even on her forehead.
The girl smiled softly at the compliment, but only let out a silent chuckle, shaking her head.
“You dont have to compliment be just because i did you. You dont have to lie either. I know I’m a freak show” she says flicking his forehead before standing up, offering a hand to help him up. She was a lot stronger than she looked, so helping him up was going to be easy.
Seo Hyeon was never complimented on her eyes. Anything but her eyes actually. Maybe her light complexion or her alabaster hair. Her curvaceous cleavage that she tried her best not to show around the pervy men she knew deserved to die already, but she would stitch them back up in her heavy coat in the blazing heat of the sunlight before she let them touch her. If they did, she had her number of weapons she could hurt them with.

“Yeah, its what i do. I go around anyplace i can, trying to help anyone and everyone i possibly can” she smiled at him confidently.

"Wh– You're not a freak show," Dez replied defensively, without thinking. His face warmed up a little more, but he cleared his throat and added, as casually as he could, "And I didn't just say it because you did. I meant it." He did, too. She looked a lot different than most of the people he encountered around here, and he always liked things that were different. Like finding one odd blue flower among a bunch of red roses. There was something satisfying about it.
With his not-so-bloody hand, he grasped hers and let her help him up. For a girl so small and soft in apparently, she seemed to be pretty strong. He was fairy strong himself, so he tried not to squeeze her hand too hard as she hoisted him up, but considering her strength, he imagined that she was a lot tougher than her appearance implied.
He straightened himself, grunting a little due to his overall soreness. "Hm. That's a pretty selfless thing to do in a time like this," he commented finally, running a hand tenderly over the bandages she'd applied. "Dangerous, too." Maybe even a bad idea, considering how many twisted people probably attempted to hurt or kidnap her to abuse in unspeakable ways. He imagined that a girl as attractive as her probably dealt a lot with the latter, and the though made Desmond sad. Granted, she seemed to be doing a pretty good job taking care of herself, but still. "I gotta say though, I respect you for it." If she was what she said she was, she was too good of a person to deserve living in a messed up world like this. He chewed his lip a moment. "Do you do it all by yourself?"

She looked up at him a bit surprised when he spoke, not really knowing what to say.
"okayyy~" she says looking to the side for a second, trying to play it off but her pink tinted face said it all.
"hey, if you think you're gonna get in my pants with simply compliments, you have another thing comin babe" she says pattijg his shoulder. Still not believing him fully. Looking up to the boy with the eye she could see through,
"this world needs medics more than soldiers. The ones who fight more than help have hardened their hearts and their souls have become too dark and desperate to live, they can't focus on anyone else." she shrugged. "I'm not the best, but yeah it's definitely dangerous. I've dealt with too many pervs and ungrateful bastards" she says harshly, as she felt really passionate about hating those type of people.
"thanks. I try my best. It's nice to hear that actually" she smiled, letting go of his hand and zipping up her bag, hoisting it back over both of her small shoulders
"where do you need to go? I can help you get anywhere you need if you'd like. I can tell you need it" she joked

Dez's face grew hot. "No– That's– That's not what I–" He cut himself off. There was no point in trying to backtrack on anything he'd said thus far, and he knew trying to overexplain himself would only make him seem odd. He cleared his throat a little. "But– I'd say you have," he added quietly, looking awkwardly down at the ground, concerned that she might think he's one of those pervs or ungrateful illegitimates. His eyes dropped to the bag she was carrying before he was able to bring his gaze back up to look at her, his face still a tad redder than he'd life for it to have been. "Oh, uh– it's a good ways off. Probably out of your way quite a bit," he responded slowly, though something about leaving this girl to deal with this twisted world unprotected made him feel… like a bad person. Even if she could handle herself and seemed to have done just fine thus far, it just didn't seem right.

She laughed at his red face and his words, not expecting him to react like that. But it was cute, so she let him go on.
She rolled her eyes at his next comment, putting her hands on her hips "oh please, nothing's too "out of my way" she says with a bit of attitude. "come on, I'm helping you. Can you walk alright?" she asked, looking back down at his bloodstained shirt before back up at his face. He was a decent bit taller than her, but a lot of people were, so she wasn't surprised

Desmond shifted his weight back and firth between his feet. He was a little sore, but he could manage. "Yeah, I can walk." He didn't like feeling needy– and he hoped she didn't feel obligated to help him just because he was hurt. All of that piled onto his internal fear of being vulnerable. Vulnerability was a luxury he couldn't afford.
"Thanks. I appreciate it." But he promised himself he didn't actually need the help any further. He was just accepting it to be nice. Right? "I'll lead, since you… don't know where it is," he muttered, starting down the alley slowly– clearly pretty sore. He might've won, but he took a pretty good beating to get his "victory."

You can lean on me if you'd like" she says rolling her big eyes. She ran into plenty of people who thought they didn't need anyone's help. They were strong enough. They didn't need a anyone to help them. Let alone a girl. And it pissed her off, but of course she never showed it.
"and yeah, I'll let you lead the way." she laughed "do you stay in one place or travel around?"

Dez hesitated, considering her offer. He was the type of person who was paranoid of inconveniencing others– and, not to mention, he was a bit afraid she'd think he was looking for an excuse to touch her, and that was the last thing he wanted her to think especially since she was attractive and he couldn't help thinking it. "It depends on the day," he said finally, responding to her question rather than her offer. "Generally I stay around the city or in the forest around. Hunting. If things are scarce, I'll venture further out, but I don't like to go too far unless I'm prepared." He glanced at her. "What about you?"

She only let out a sigh, shaking her head a bit when he didn't accept her offer. She was only Trying to help. But she wasn't about to force him to do anything.
"Im always traveling. Never stay in the same place for long. It's how I reach out to as many people as possible. Though I will stay in one place for a few months if need Ben actually, I was just planning to until I found you. I've been pretty exhausted to be honest" she says with a tired sigh.