Claire cried and wiped at her face. Now I’m back to my old crybaby self….. Her face was reddened and extremely flushed, and she tried to hide it any way she could. I just want to be somewhere safe….
App put a hand on Claire's back. "It'll be okay. I promise. Hey. If you could design a life for yourself before this apocalypse had happened, how would it work? What would your house look like?"
“Well…” Claire sniffled. “All I can really wish for is a nice, large, soft bed… In a somewhat large house in the suburban area…..” She rubbed her face. “Oh. And I would have a good, cute little kitty…” She smiled.
App smiled, happy that she was managing to cheer Claire up. 'Maybe I'm not a failure after all…' "What breed of cat? Or what color?"
She grinned. "A fluffy white one…." I'm not too educated on breeds…. But maybe one that has semi long fur?
App thought. "Mm. Probably a Persian then. I remember reading about them. They can become hypoallergenic if they are washed frequently."
(Yay! You're not dead! lol.
[I am. … on the inside])Dare squirmed a bit. "Uh, I was kinda evesdropping on Molly and App last night while you were sleeping… App seems to be avoiding you so she doesn't make Molly upset. I don't think she's gonna approach you any time soon, man." Dare hums a quick tune before continuing, "Did you have someone before all this? Did you have her make the first move too?" Dare was hearing Claire crying and was walking a bit stiffly, trying to keep from running to see what was wrong. He shouldn't be so over protective of her…
That's not at all creepy. Eavesdropping while I'm sleeping. Hm.
"Uh, ya know, I can't remember." Here we go again. "I'm sorry. I think so? I know I had a daughter, but I can't remember her mother…" That sounds so weird. Clovis why.
Claire and App catch his eye, Claire still sniffling from crying (yet again) and Apollyon trying to comfort her.
"Hi," She said, smiling, "I just saw that you were walking alone." She looked at the ground and rubbed her shoulder before bumping her back.
Molly almost winces, but doesn't, as Fiona bumps her shoulder right where yet another bruise it.
"Walking alone doesn't bother me, Stupid." she looks around and quietly continues, " but thanks."
That's not at all creepy. Eavesdropping while I'm sleeping. Hm.
"Uh, ya know, I can't remember." Here we go again. "I'm sorry. I think so? I know I had a daughter, but I can't remember her mother…" That sounds so weird. Clovis why.
Claire and App catch his eye, Claire still sniffling from crying (yet again) and Apollyon trying to comfort her.
Dare shrugged. "So you have a memory problem too huh? Seems to be everyone these days…" Dare was still on edge from Claire's crying, though she appeared to be calming down, thanks to App. "Do you remember what your daughter was like?"
"Hi," She said, smiling, "I just saw that you were walking alone." She looked at the ground and rubbed her shoulder before bumping her back.
Molly almost winces, but doesn't, as Fiona bumps her shoulder right where yet another bruise it.
"Walking alone doesn't bother me, Stupid." she looks around and quietly continues, " but thanks."
"Plus I was bored," She said, nodding slightly, "I can't seem to keep a conversation going..I just don't know." She looked up and focused on where they were walking.
"Heh, trust me, I've been like this since I was small." He lets out a small, quiet sigh before continuing, trying to remember his girl.
"She was small, only a toddler. Her hair was black and curly… She had big, violet eyes…" Violet eyes… Hmm, c'mon, who else? " She didn't talk a lot, I don't think. She wouldn't do anything without me, it terrified her."
He looks up at the sky, trying to fight off memories that threaten to flood him. But even the sky looks back, with violet eyes and a cruel, bloody smile. He clenches his eyes shut, and reopens them, focusing on Molly at the front of the group.
C'mon, Clovis. You're fine.
Molly shakes her head. "Nah, I get it. Everyone is fawning over Claire right now, best to leave em to it."
"Heh, trust me, I've been like this since I was small." He lets out a small, quiet sigh before continuing, trying to remember his girl.
"She was small, only a toddler. Her hair was black and curly… She had big, violet eyes…" Violet eyes… Hmm, c'mon, who else? " She didn't talk a lot, I don't think. She wouldn't do anything without me, it terrified her."
He looks up at the sky, trying to fight off memories that threaten to flood him. But even the sky looks back, with violet eyes and a cruel, bloody smile. He clenches his eyes shut, and reopens them, focusing on Molly at the front of the group.
C'mon, Clovis. You're fine.
Dare doesn't notice Clovis' near breakdown. "Violet eyes huh? So, like App's? Cool. Though, the way you said she never did anything without you and was quiet, she reminds me of my little sister. I loved her…"
App thought. "Mm. Probably a Persian then. I remember reading about them. They can become hypoallergenic if they are washed frequently."
“Figures, I guess….” She muttered, letting everything pass by them. Claire hopped up on the rusty rails (I assume they’re following train tracks anyways, right?) and balanced on them as she walked.
Fiona nodded, "I mean, she's been through a lot, theres probably been more action in these past few days than she can handle." She sighed and shrugged, "I hope that I can start talking to the others eventually..I'm not sure if they're going to mention..the incident..but they're more than likely going to treat me differently."
Molly sighs, letting out a small hum with it.
"You know, after my parents were murdered, I was treated the same. Everyone acted like it didn't effect me. My point is, you should be thankful they treat you differently, because I they treated you like nothing ever happened, you'd be a lot worse off."
(Molly's actually been through a lot.)(She can be helpful when it comes to trauma)(or anything basically)
Dare doesn't notice Clovis' near breakdown. "Violet eyes huh? So, like App's? Cool. Though, the way you said she never did anything without you and was quiet, she reminds me of my little sister. I loved her…"
No, not like App's. Apollyon's are deep and graceful. Her's were-
"Yeah, I guess."
- sad and big, with that teal underlining. Hmm.
"You had a little sister?" He lets a small smile cross his lips, though he wishes they'd change the subject.
What happened? Who killed her?
She shook her head, "I want them to act like it didn't happen, it would make things so much easier." Fiona looked at the ground and her stomach growled quietly, she winced and tried to pretend like it didn't happen.
Dare smiled. "Yeah. Her name was Rose. 'Cause my dad wanted to name her for the roses in my mom's garden, which were her pride and joy. Other than us kids anyway. And you know what? It turned out that my sister developed red hair from my grandfather, so it fit her even more. When she turned eight, she begged me to help her make a vegetable garden. Though, her real hobby ended up being, get this, skateboarding. It was pretty cool when she showed off her tricks to me, though I was the overbearing brother who tried to make sure she never risked hurting herself."
App decided to continue asking Claire questions. "What color would you paint your room? I heard people do that."
"….White pink… Ish…. I don't really mind, but maybe something on the red side…." She smiled as she balanced. "It's a nice color–" Claire was suddenly cut off when her ankle rolled and she tumbled off the rail, scraping her legs, hands and arms on the sharp rocks. She cried out, tears beeding from her eyes.
She shook her head, "I want them to act like it didn't happen, it would make things so much easier." Fiona looked at the ground and her stomach growled quietly, she winced and tried to pretend like it didn't happen.
Molly rolls her eyes.
Fine, don't take my advice. It's hard enough liking people, Fia, but it's ten times harder when they wont listen to a word you say.
She glares at the ground and whispers, "Oh my word, I gave her a nickname. Oh. My. Word."
(Low key ignoring Claire because she don't give a heck anymore?)
"Hm?" Fiona heard Molly whisper something, but she was busy focusing on not tripping so she didn't hear her.
Dare smiled. "Yeah. Her name was Rose. 'Cause my dad wanted to name her for the roses in my mom's garden, which were her pride and joy. Other than us kids anyway. And you know what? It turned out that my sister developed red hair from my grandfather, so it fit her even more. When she turned eight, she begged me to help her make a vegetable garden. Though, her real hobby ended up being, get this, skateboarding. It was pretty cool when she showed off her tricks to me, though I was the overbearing brother who tried to make sure she never risked hurting herself."
(Dare, you're killing my boi)
A gold chain, a bloodied shirt, and black nails, skin hiked up under them. (ew)
Dark eyes, purple lips and 3rd degree burns across a ripped back.
Venom drips from pointed teeth, blood runs down a neck.
He pauses walking and clenches his eyes shut.
Blast it, Clovis. STOP!
Molly glares up at Fiona.
"I gave you a stupid nickname, you stupid, irritating twerp! Why would I give you a nickname? Ugh."