forum Realistic Modern Day RP {Open}

Started July 22, 2018 by @RatGoddess

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(Kay so we settled on two years later, Winter and in a small ghost town ish place. Probably surrounded by forest or marsh honestly.)(I'm going to start around like 4pm but since it's mid-winter the sun is already quite low and let's say it's a cloudier, breezy day?)(If you have an issue with that, feel free to change it)

His temple pressed against a tree, Clovis' eyes focus on the small and dirty remains of the town. Mostly crude tents made of sheets and sticks who's inhabitants looked less than friendly. He softly sighs, blinking. He considers sitting on the snowy ground, but decides against it, since it would be much colder, and instead pushes himself away from the tree and dusts himself off before turning and heading a little deeper into the woods.

Molly runs a hand through her hair, pulling it up into a ponytail and glaring at a passerby.
Where is he? He was supposed to be here a month ago.
She angrily tightens the ponytail, yanking her hair.
I'm gonna kill him when he gets here. I'm gonna-
Her thoughts stop short as she catches sight of the Inn, more crowded than normal. She squints.
What's going on? More survivors?

Fiona tugged her beanie down lower over her head, her pack shifting on her back as she trudged along an old broken road. "Just stopping by, no longer than three days." She reminded herself out loud, rubbing her bandage wrapped forearm, "Grabbing supplies, leaving. In and out, don't get attached." A small town, or what was left of it was what she was heading towards, a place she had heard about from others along the road who said it was the start of civilization again. Only one way to find out, and as she stopped at the start of what must have been mainstreet, she found they were right.

(I may be stupid, but what is Trade School?)

(You're not the first person to ask. My school sends students to this "technical institute" and you learn a trade (a job))

App swung her legs as she dangled them over the edge of a roof, taking a swig from a canteen. She pulled her jacket tighter around her as her bleary eyes swept the street, sighing. Then she froze. Was that… Was that Fiona?? She spewed her whiskey in shock, coughing afterwards. It was quite loud enough to draw attention.

Her eyes shot up at the noise and she scanned the top of the buildings, spotting a figure that looked too familiar for her liking. "Nope." She muttered, turning around but stopping in her tracks, debating in her head and coming to a conclusion with a sigh. She couldn't risk moving on, she had to collect more things here, even if it meant potentially running into her old friends. Fiona slowly turned back around, shaking her head and heading into the town. Maybe she could pretend like she didn't recognise them.

(I may be stupid, but what is Trade School?)

(You're not the first person to ask. My school sends students to this "technical institute" and you learn a trade (a job))

(OH funnnnn)(What trade are you learning?)

Molly leans against the outside of the Inn and glares into one of the windows.
I hope they're just moving through here and don't stay long.
A shiver runs up her spine and he shoves her hands in her pockets, turning to scan the darkening street. She gives each figure a glare as they pass by.

Fiona scanned the shops, pulling her coat closer around her shoulders and making sure her backpack was securely strapped on her back. The last thing she needed was a sneaky little pickpocket swiping her belongings. Some seemed to be open, while others still looked abandoned. A small shop caught her attention, mostly from the variety of things displayed in the shop windows. Especially what looked like a first aid kit. Immediately she made a beeline for the shop, hoping her luck had turned.