Molly turns around to face them again.
I think she can walk just fine. If you hold her more people are likely to look. It'll draw attention. A change of clothes and a hat would be fine, but looking at the ground sheepishly and all weird would draw attention too. I say she just tries to make conversation with us, and keep her face turned."
Clovis nods. "It's obvious when people try to hard."
What makes her think I can walk!!? Claire sighed. “I guess that can work then. Don’t complain when I start wincing and whatnot…. but I think making a camp would be a good idea to help me get dressed up….”
Dare looked towards the other two. "I think it's a good idea, but where the heck did Apollyon go?"
“I think she said she wanted to take a walk….” Claire said quietly. At least I think that’s what she said….. She yawned, covering her mouth politely.
(NaRpP)
Clovis creases his eyebrows, looking around.
"Hm. She went west, I think?"
He looks around again before sighing and heading that way.
C'mon App.
Molly bites the inside of her lip, looking at Claire's ankle.
"I mean, the apocalypse did like just happen. It's not uncommon for people to have wounds. I'm sure you limping and Dare helping you walk wont be too noticeable."
(But)(Clovis still doesn't remember everything)(Like being at Darren's city)(what if he had App flashbacks?)
(….Waht?)
"I'll try my best…." Claire said quietly. Although it may hurt a lot, it shouldn't be too much to risk in order to get back inside…
(lol)(I was talking to Whisp)(Remember?)(After he woke up in the hospital lobby he was having trouble remembering some things)
(Oh that's right)
(Ooh! That’d be great Bucky! How should they be triggered? Also, someone should try whistling for App. She wouldn’t ve able to hear anything else at the distance she’s at.)
(Sure thing that could work :3)
(honestly, the smallest things can trigger memories, but they're also really random. )(If she brought up something like the painting in the hospital, or like one of their conversations at Darren's city)(That would work)
(Yup)
(Okie! Now somebody whistle for her please?)
(I’m here just waiting for buckkky…. or Graceeee…)
(I'm here but I don't really know if Fia should do anything)
(You should at least have her do something….. I dunno. No pressure tho.. But this rp low key dyin…..)
(Ya I know :( and this rp was actually super fun..)
(But then something just…… Happened….. And then people began responding like….. Maybe once a day…. I dunno… I was rereading some of the rp and realized it was super active on winter break but now…. Hm.)
(Yah.. I'm also swamped in work and finals and sports at the moment so that's not helping..)
(Yup….)
(Gwuys, I'm alive)
Clovis heads the way he spied Apollyon leaving and picks up the pace the farther he gets from the group.
The city's not far. What if someone found her?
He ends up running in the forest and, unlike in the movies, trips quite a few times.
He stops eventually and sighs.
Think. You don't know which way she went. What's something she'll hear?
He squeezes his eyes shut.
A whistle. I'd whistle for Emry. She'd always hear it.
He opens his eyes, squinting up at the sky and remembering their tune. 5 notes, simple and pretty. He lets out a loud, simple whistle.
Agh, that didn't sound right. I'll have to work on it.
(….Waht?)
"I'll try my best…." Claire said quietly. Although it may hurt a lot, it shouldn't be too much to risk in order to get back inside…
Molly looks over Claire, then opens her bag, handing out a sandwich for each person.
"Here. We'll eat and then get Claire ready. By then Clovis should have App back here."
Claire took two sandwiches – one for herself and one for Dare. "Sounds good to me…" Gosh…. I just hope I don't injure myself further by doing this… Who knows how much walking on a broken ankle will hurt… She took a small bite of her own food.
App perked up from stalking a deer when she heard a whistle of five notes. 'What? That's not a bird…' She dropped back to four legs and flew through the woods, heading where she heard the sound. She skidded to a stop a couple yards away from Clovis, looking completely feral with her fangs and claws and on all four legs.