The car– with armored sides this time– pulled around silently from what seemed absolutely nowhere yet again.
She was shoved inside, the door shut and rumbling off within seconds.
"So… He finally managed to catch you…. My beautiful butterfly…"
(Fiona is not shipped, so yes! She can be shipped with Connor!)
(Blep :3)
He raises one finger, "I'm here alone, mind you." He teasingly states.
"I guess… I mean, I guess. Well," He stutters, "I think I- I don't really know." He looks around the place, the icy wind biting his rosy cheeks.
"Hmm, though I do know a batch of my men were here earlier. You should be more careful, make sure you don't go where the enemy is." He speaks quietly, casually and without threat.
Fiona turned back to Darren, her arms hanging loosely at her sides "I'm trying my best, though I don't know who he enemy is at this point..I mean, you are mean to your people, but you can be nice at times..I really think that if you were nicer to them that you would be a great leader."
Molly peers out the window to see a car silently driving away. She glares down at it. She opens the window and jumps out, yelling, "I'll be back!"
She chases the car from roofs, but quietly. She makes a jump, directed towards the car, but misses by centimeters. She lands with a quiet thud, though in a safe-ish position. She slowly tries to stand, groaning a bit.
Blast it, Claire!
An grin of pure happiness crosses Darren's face.
"Oh really? Well, I mean, I'm certainly not trying to be 'the bad guy'." He stands, dusting himself off. "Just what I was labeled as. And, honestly, I feed the people. There just isn't much."
His eyes get a bit wider as he realizes what he just said.
Wait, I'm not trying to be the bad guy? Am I trying to be nice?? Oh, dear me.
Fiona smiled lightly "I know that there isn't much food, but I see that all of your guards are well fed, easily some of that food could go to the poor." She looked around and sighed "I wonder what this city looked like before all of this.."
"happy, alive. Pretty much not how it is now"
Darren shakes his head.
"Terrible, really. I used to live here. It was almost just as bad before. I mean, this bad but with a load of greedy people."
"happy, alive. Pretty much not how it is now"
(Heeeyyyy, Mira isn't with Fiona and Darren. She's in the building with Conner)
(okie)
(sorry)
(It's fine)
Claire avoided his gaze at all cost. As much as he was charming– as all princes were made out to be– he was just plain selfish in a way that no one could match. He just wanted her just to have her.
"What's wrong?" He stood up and glared down at her, swaying a little. "Aren't you happy to be returning home?" He used his finger to lift her head up. "In safe arms?"
(I am backkk again lol. Stopped to eat some Del Tacoooo)
Conner watches her leave and continues to tie the knots, his blisters reopening and wetting the already-stained rope with fresh blood. He shifted to lean against the only piece of furniture in the room, a filing cabinet. Tucked in the bottom drawer was a 9mm pistol that he kept in there, but he would probably never use. All the same, he kept it hidden out of caution
Mira knew she wouldn't be able to help "you should be careful"
Molly glares as the car goes out of sight. She follows, taking short cuts.
Ugh, I hate this kid!
Darren shakes his head.
"Terrible, really. I used to live here. It was almost just as bad before. I mean, this bad but with a load of greedy people."
Fiona looked up at the broken buildings "I mean, the buildings, the sounds, everything." She closed her eyes and turned towards Darren, opening them slowly "It must have been beautiful..no shortage of food, music and life everywhere.."
Darren nods.
"It was alright, I guess." He points to a grey, toppled building.
"That was the theatre. My sister played there every other Tuesday."
Eventually, Conner couldn't continue tying his hands became so stiff and bloody. The boy tucked the rope away and pulled down a roll of gauze from atop the shelf, tearing off two strips and wrapping his hands without even thinking. Replacing the gauze on top of the shelf, He looked around the empty building. The others had left. Probably for the best. If they ever found out about what he'd done…
(WAT HE DONE?)(TELL MEH)
Darren nods.
"It was alright, I guess." He points to a grey, toppled building.
"That was the theatre. My sister played there every other Tuesday."
She nodded happily "That sounds amazing," She looked at the building and then at him "What did she play?"
(XD Well before he became this nervous boi, his mother, little sister, and step-father were visiting when the apocalypse happened and they all became zombies so he killed them all to survive. That's why he hates using the gun and would rather die than use it again because he firsthand knows that the zombies used to be people with families.)
(Suspense!!!! Dun dun duuuuuuuuhhh!)
Claire bit her lip. This d**k doesn't know what's coming after him…
He smiled a crooked grin. "Don't tell me you're not up for it…." He traced a gentle finger up the side of her neck, enticing her. He knew how much that feeling meant to her, and he used it to his advantage as much as he could. "Speak to me, my angel…"
(XD if there's one thing I'm good at it's tragic backstories)