She glanced down. “Where?? I don’t think there was a tear when I got it…”
(…Where be the tear?)
(Imma say it's on the side. Not totally noticeable, but will completely ruin the coat quickly.)
Dare touched her right side. "Right here. If it's left alone, it'll quickly ruin the coat. May I mend it?"
(OKey…)
“Um…” Claire hesitated just a little. “You can, if you know how….” She moved her arm and glanced down where he traced the tear in her jacket. “…I don’t mind.”
Fiona gratefully drank the water, pushing the canister away with her chin when she was done and choking slightly. "Thanks," She said between coughs.
Thomas screwed the lid back on, "No problem," he sat back at the desk, continuing his carving, "So what's your story?" he asked, attempting to make conversation
She raised an eyebrow "Do you really want to know?" She watched him carefully and smiled lightly.
(OKey…)
“Um…” Claire hesitated just a little. “You can, if you know how….” She moved her arm and glanced down where he traced the tear in her jacket. “…I don’t mind.”
(lol. Yeah. I sew a bit, so I know…)
Dare smiled at her. "I know how!" He was happy he could use a skill of his to help her. He reached for her zipper and unzipped the jacket, tugging it from her shoulders so he could start stitching it up.
Claire glanced at him through her tear-filled eyes. “…I…” She stammered. “…I don’t know if there’s any way to help me…” She wiped away at her eyes. “But—“ She was about to say something when she barked out— her ankle stung like mad, even with the cloth on it. “It hurts!!!” Claire screamed.
(reference for myself.)
Dare fished a needle case he kept in his pocket out and started stitching the tear up. "So when you said there's no way to help you earlier, but then you said "but" before your ankle started hurting. What was that "but"?
“W-Well….” She shifted a little. “I… I know I’m in dire need of help….. But I don’t know what I need help with…” Everything….Living…. sirviving…. running…. everything…. “I j-just need a shoulder to—“ Don’t say that… he’ll think you’re crazy…
She raised an eyebrow "Do you really want to know?" She watched him carefully and smiled lightly.
Thomas turned in his chair to face her, "I do," he said quietly, looking at her.
"Where should I start?" Fiona asked, shifting in the chair to try to get more comfortable. "Before or after the apocalypse started?"
Thomas pursed his lip, "Before," he decided
Molly sighs, irritated, tired and hurt.
The only reason I'm going after Fiona is because she's the only sensible one besides me in this group.
She ignores the panging sting of her new, black and yellow bruise on her arm.
"Come on, Shrimp." She begrudgingly says over her shoulder.Conner followed her, habitually checking every few seconds that the bullets did indeed not magically disappear and were still in the chamber. hang on Fiona he silently willed the girl, looking around for any signs of where they may have went
As they quickly walk, Molly is silent. She places her steps carefully and quietly out of habit and stays close to building, but not windows. She kneels down when she starts to hear faint talking.
This better not be Henry again. I'll wring that guys neck.Conner approached a suspicious looking building on the corner. He heard the faint murmur of voices and his eyes widened when he recognised Fiona's voice, "In there!" he hissed to Molly, jerking his head towards the bulding
Molly shoves Conner's face and hisses back, "I know, you idiot."
She listens carefully, peeking through the slightest crack in the wood.
Remember that one time, She thought to herself, you shot right through the hole in the wall with perfect aim? Yeah, let's do that again.
She first glances at Conner before aiming the gun, not making a noise.
After I shoot this guy, I'm shooting everyone else in my group. They're all irritating.
Conner watched Molly, waiting. He stood by the door, waiting for her shot. He took deep breaths, ready for if there were more people
Clovis' eyes blink open and he feels the biting cold brush against his arm. He slowly sits up, rubbing his forehead in pain.
Geez, what happened?
He brought his hand down, his fingers a bit bloody, and he sighs.
What happened??
He stands dizzily and brushes his hair out of his face with his fingers.
Darren gives him a light smile then looks out the window.
"I think everyone's sleeping…" He said.
Clovis looks out the door.
No. Where's Molly? Why'd she leave? His head hurts, his gut hurts, breathing hurts, thinking hurts, blast it, even moving his eyes hurt! (I know the feeling)
He moans under his breath.
I hate being alive.
Darren looks up to him. "App is back down the always in the surgical room. I think it's one right, three lefts, and then the third door on the right."
Clovis thinks, his mind racing along with his heart.
App… App? App.
He looks to Darren.
"Alright. Um, okay." He takes the directions and goes.
I'll remember when I see them. Her? Him?
Conner watched Molly, waiting. He stood by the door, waiting for her shot. He took deep breaths, ready for if there were more people
Molly waits until Thomas has his hands together to shoot, aiming to get the bullet through both hands. She doesn't wait to see if she hits her mark, and shoves a gun into Conner's hands before kicking down the door, her gun pointed at Thomas.
(Molly has wonderful aim, like she was trained for it and everything, but it's your character so I don't get to say if she got him XD)
(Clovis forgot my precious child!!!)
App shifted uneasily under Clovis' coat, whimpering softly at nightmares. Finally she cried out, as if in pain. She was reliving her flashback again. "NO! NO! I DON'T WANT TO! I don't…" she broke down sobbing, still asleep.
“W-Well….” She shifted a little. “I… I know I’m in dire need of help….. But I don’t know what I need help with…” Everything….Living…. surviving…. running…. everything…. “I j-just need a shoulder to—“ Don’t say that… he’ll think you’re crazy…
Dare looked at her with gentle eyes and gave her different options to finish her sentence with. "Rest on? Cry on? Complain on? … Love on?"
(Clovis forgot my precious child!!!)
App shifted uneasily under Clovis' coat, whimpering softly at nightmares. Finally she cried out, as if in pain. She was reliving her flashback again. "NO! NO! I DON'T WANT TO! I DON't…" she broke down sobbing, still asleep.
Clovis follows the noise.
It's a she. I think I remembe- no. No I don't. Agh!
He quickly goes into the room.
Oh, poor girl.
He kneels down by her and scoops her up into his arms gently.
"Hey, App?" He quietly whispers.
(It' okay cause Clovis adores everybody no matter if he remembers or not XD)
(No, it's not ok!! I wanted to ship them and this makes it harder!! [lol, I actually don't mind])
App tried twisting away from the hands touching her, thinking it was part of the dream. "No! Please! I don't want to! Don't- don't make me! Don't make me into a-" She broke off with shuddering cries.
(It's not harder. I promise. Anyways, if she just snuggles up to him or squeaks like she did earlier or something he'll remember.)(TRIGGERS)
Clovis hugs her tighter.
"Shhhhh, shhh. Apollyon. Calm down, sweetie. It's me."
He kisses the top of her head.
Apollyon? That's her name? I doubt it. No. No, that's it.
He rocks her a bit, remembering someone else he'd have to calm during night terrors. Tears well up in his eyes.
“W-Well….” She shifted a little. “I… I know I’m in dire need of help….. But I don’t know what I need help with…” Everything….Living…. surviving…. running…. everything…. “I j-just need a shoulder to—“ Don’t say that… he’ll think you’re crazy…
Dare looked at her with gentle eyes and gave her different options to finish her sentence with. "Rest on? Cry on? Complain on? … Love on?"
"I–" Claire flushed. "All four???" Well, I don't really have anything to complain about… she felt her chest warm as she looked into his gray eyes….
Thomas cried out in pain and stumbled to the side, clutching his arm. He looked towards the door, scrambling for a gun.
Conner kicked in the door and ran inside, running straight towards Fiona and cut away the bonds, "Here" he handed her the gun Molly had given him, pulling out his own
(HOI. I'm done with finals!!!!)
App woke up when he said her name. She looked up and saw Clovis. She snuggled into him, crying more softly now. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." she whimpers quietly.
(might I mention she also told him she was sorry when he was petting her hair earlier…?)
(Molly already had kicked down the door and had a gun pointed at Thomas, but okay)
"I–" Claire flushed. "All four???" Well, I don't really have anything to complain about… she felt her chest warm as she looked into his gray eyes….
Dare gave her a small, shy smile. "Well, I can give you that shoulder anytime you need it." He blushed and looked back his sewing, realizing what he had said, but not taking it back.
Thomas cried out in pain and stumbled to the side, clutching his arm. He looked towards the door, scrambling for a gun.
Conner kicked in the door and ran inside, running straight towards Fiona and cut away the bonds, "Here" he handed her the gun Molly had given him, pulling out his own
Molly scrunches up her nose, looking Thomas over.
Gross, another guy. Well, I guess girls are just as revolting. Gross, another human.