forum Realistic Modern Day RP {Open}

Started July 22, 2018 by @RatGoddess

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"Thanks." Fiona nodded back to Clovis and walked out of the dining hall, wanting to see if there were any guards or anyone worth talking to.

App heard what had happened and stared down at her plate, pushing it away, feeling nauseous. The apocalypse? How could she have forgotten that, much less her entire past? She shook her head slowly, trying to grasp the words and thoughts swirling through her head.

Molly walks out behind Fiona. She's not trying to be sneaky, but it sure is a habit of hers to walk lightly and be quiet.
"Where are you off to, punk?"

(It's ok, I was hunting)
Fiona whipped around and glared at Molly "I wanted to go for a walk. Is that ok your highness?"

Molly raises her eyebrows.
"Only if you let me follow, peasant." a sly grin crosses her face.

(Oooh! Did you get anything?)

(Not yet…I'm going back up wednesday, hoping that I'll get something then)
Fiona rolled her eyes and bowed sarcastically to Molly "Your wish is my command.." she continued walking down the hall, not bothering to see if Molly was still following her.

App set her forehead on the table and shut her eyes, a feeling of deep depression washing over her. She ignored everything else.

(Just a heads up, I won't be on from the 21 to 25. I'll be back on on the 26th if I haven't committed suicide.)

Molly continues to follow Fiona, a slight skip in her step.

Clovis looks down at App and gently pets her hair.
"It's going to be okay. I've been there."
(Clovis is not flirting xD he's just sweet and finds it easy to relate to anything.)(basically the kind of guy someone would love to be friends with)

App looked up with with wide deer-in-the-headlight eyes. "You've lost memories of your entre fuking life before?"

(No. I'm not ok Bucky.)

Clovis nods.
"Yeppp." his winces a bit from her language. "I get it. It's okay."
He sighs and pokes his food a bit, having lost his appetite.
(Im sorry. :( im sure I have no idea what's going on, but you're awesooome! :D)

(Thanks. As long as I survive the 21-25 without suicide attempt, we'll be good. At least I'm only a couple years from finally being an adult. -_- Welp. Whatcha suppose to do. ][that was rhetorical])

App turned away. "I'm sorry." she said softly. "I shouldn't have snapped." She glanced over at him picking at his food. "Not hungry anymore either?"

Fiona smiled and continued walking down the halls, turning left and right to try to get lost in the hallways.

Clovis gives her a weak but kind smile.
"Yeah. It's not helping that all of the citizens are starving out there." he looks up to the window and sighs.
"I feel like I should be helping them…"
He lets the silence sink in for a moment then looks back to App.
"Don't worry about snapping. It's okay"

Molly steps up her pace so she's walking by Fiona.
"Out of curiosity, how old are you?"

Fiona glanced at Molly, "Why would you care how old I am?" she added quietly "21,"

(I don't mind about Clovis having memory loss as well. It was a cool plot twist to me!)

App put her head on the table again. "I really don't understand anymore." She sighed. "If there's so many people starving, why keep me alive? Wouldn't it be easier if I weren't contributing to the population?"

Molly nods.
"Hm. Okay."

Clovis shakes his head.
"Its not like that. The only reason there isn't enough food to go around right now is because the Cons are keeping it to themselves. If we spread it thinly and everyone farmed or hunted… The world wouldn't be this sick."

Fiona turned to Molly and stopped "How old are you? and why do you want to know my age?" she asked curiously.

App looked up and stared off into the distance with blank eyes. She rested her head in her hand and scratched at her filthy, colorless hair. "Humanity sucks."

Molly is startled a bit by her suddenly stopping, but walks ahead of her.
"I'm 22. I just wanted to know your age, geez. Curiosity."
A sly grin crosses her face as she trudges on.

Clovis runs his fingers through his hair and laughs nervously.
"Yeah, but the people themselves are worth it."
He stands, picking his plate up and scooting his chair in with his leg.

Fiona sighed and muttered to herself "yeah right…" She followed after Molly and shoved her hands in her pockets, wondering why Molly asked that.

Molly sharply turns a corner and waltzes through French lace doors into a garden.

Fiona followed Molly into the garden and immediately wandered off, not bothering to follow her any further.