forum Apocalypse rp (open for now!)

Started March 04, 2023 by @Eli-the-transboi group

tune

Tohru laughs at both of their suggestions.
"Well, well, if it's ever a good comedic opportunity, I'm your guy~"
"In all seriousness, though…" Tohru says, his voice falling very soft, almost sounding distant, "The solidarity, it's- it's really nice."

Cathal hums, swaying slightly and making small motions with his hands. It looked as though he was doing the motions to that ‘itsy bitsy spider’ nursery rhyme.

Trianna nods, her eyes bright, cheeks a little red.

"Yeah, it really is." she nods solemnly.

She looks over at Cathal and giggles.

Cathal smiles, sitting down next to Teddy. He rocks back and forth, still doing the hand motions.

Trianna starts humming the nursery rhyme herself, smiling.

Cathal blinks, then notices what he was doing and laughs. “Ohhh making fun, eh? You think my stims are funny?” He smirks.

Tohru looks up from where his hands are folded in his lap. He's a little curious, but doesn't ask any questions. He looks between the two.
Did I miss something?

Trianna grins.

"No, I just like the song and I may be a teensy bit drunk." she shrugs.

Cathal chuckles, still stimming and rocking himself. He looks at Tohru and smiles.

Tohru's neutral expression turns over to a smile as well. He's feeling pretty warm and fuzzy at the moment, a bit buzzed. But mostly, the alcohol just makes him want to sleep, now that he's a bit more relaxed. He hums something else softly to himself, to where the others probably can't hear him very well.

Name: Yvonne Crow
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Hard no
Appearance: https://www.artbreeder.com/image/aa7fa83dc53ae67f8d354565da43 ⎮⎮⎮ Exactly 4 feet tall
Personality: Agressively happy (more later ;-;)

Trianna continues humming "the itsy bitsy spider" on loop to herself for a while before scooting over to Tohru and leaning against him, closing her eyes.

They fly open a moment later.

"Someone's outside the bunker." she says quietly. "Not a zombie."

Cathal yawns, leaning into teddy, who nips at him gently. Cathal chuckles, “ok ok im going…ima head to bed…Tohru, mats are over there a few ways down. Grab a nice pillow for your head and leg too. And I’ve got some really good fluffy blankets.” He stands, followed by Teddy. Just before he walks off, he stiffens. “What?” He snaps.

"There's someone outside." she repeats, on her feet quickly. Any traces of alcohol were gone now as she grabbed one of her knives.

Yvonne was standing outside a strange building near a military base, holding her 4 gauge shotgun at the ready as she examines the door.

"Damn it. . ." she mutters. This was not how this was supposed to go. She found a bunker, sure, but it was locked tightly. She flops down on the ground, her head bouncing as her pack hets before anything else.

Cathal grabs a gun, pushing Teddy back. “Tohru get behind me.” He walks to the door, keeping Teddy out of harms way. He presses his ear to the door, listening.

Tohru gets up suddenly, and pain jolts down his leg. Although at this point, he's not paying much attention to that. He fumbles through his bag for his revolver and makes sure the gun is loaded before they open the door. Tohru's still a little tipsy, but the safety is on, and he doesn't plan to shoot at all unless things are dire.
"They're probably just looking for shelter, right?" he suggests.

Trianna follows after everyone and listens to what's going on.

Yvonne yelps as the door opens, flipping onto her feet and aiming the shotgun at them.

"I won't hesitate to blow yer skippy arses to next Tuesday, don't focking test me twats." she snarls in a thick Scottish accent.

Trianna groans. "God damn it she's a Scottish child."

Cathal glares at the new girl. “Who are you and what are your intentions?”

Teddy snarls, barking at the woman.

"'m Yvonne Crow, you bloody eejit." she snaps. "And my intentions are to put a damn slug through your fockin chest if you're an enemy."

Trianna has to admit, the girl had guts. She chuckles.

"Let her in, Cathal. No harm in it." she grins.

Cathal shakes his head, “Absolutely not. Not if she’s threatening me. I’m not taking any chances of her hurting Teddy.”

Yvonne snaps. "I'm not gonna hurt your fockin' dog. I'm no' a fockin psychopath. 'nd I'm only threatening you 'cos I don't know if yor a fockin threat, do I?"

Trianna can't help but start losing her shit.

Teddys attention snaps to Cathal and he moves in front of him, nudging him away from the door. Cathal’s hands were shaking so much it was starting to become hard to hold his gun. He sucks in a shaky breath and waves his hand. “H-hurry- u-p and- sh-shut the god damned d-door…”

Yvonne sighs. "Look bud, I'm 16 and 've seen shit tham would make your granpappy shit his britches. I came here with my parents a year before all this bullshite cos we were looking for a better life. Please just give me a fockin place to stay where I can sleep peacefully."

Trianna turns to face Cathal after a moment.

"Cathal, she's a kid. . ." she says quietly. "I can take care of her myself, alright?"

Cathal pauses, staring for a moment. He then gently pulls the girl inside and throws bleach onto the ground, then closes the door behind her. His breathing was quickening and his heart rate was getting faster and faster. Flashbacks of his sister filled his mind.

Teddy didn’t seem all too pleased about this. He makes Cathal sit down, snuggling close.

Vvonne smiles greatfully at Trianna.

She didn't know what was up with Cathal, but Trianna understood, at the least, that he was breaking down.

Trianna quickly roots through her own gear, frowning. She finds an iPod she'd taken - she had no clue what music was on it - and a pair of wired headphones that should work for her purposes. She turns on the iPod - somehow it still had a charge, then plugs in the headphones, slipping them onto Cathal's head and pressing play, making sure the music woul be only loud enough to help him tune out and calm down.

Yvonne watches but doesn't say anything.

Cathal whines, hiding his face in teddys furr as he started sobbing. The memories only got worse. Instead of the vision of him pointing the gun at Vvonne, it was replaced with him pointing his gun at his sister.

Teddy whines, nuzzling into the crook of Cathal’s neck. He leans into his owner, trying to put all his body weight onto him.