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…?)
(aaaaaah, okay)
He rubs her back gently.
Apollyon. App. My girl. I can't, it's not all there. But there's some.
He continues rocking her.
"Hey, hey. It's okay. I understand. I do, really."
I do.
(Molly already had kicked down the door and had a gun pointed at Thomas, but okay)
I knew that. Totally knew that. Yep. Didn't misread things at all.//
Thomas stopped and held up the one hand, the other arm hanging limp, "Woah hey chill"
He rubs her back gently.
Apollyon. App. My girl. I can't, it's not all there. But there's some.
He continues rocking her.
"Hey, hey. It's okay. I understand. I do, really."
I do.
App just clung to shirt and cried. She was so scared. So so scared. She sobbed, "Something's wrong with me, but I don't know what…"
Molly growls.
"I don't do the 'chill' when someone kidnaps tHE ONLY DECENT PERSON IN MY GROUP SO HELP ME YOU LAY ONE FINGER On her and I'll shoot you down and not feel bad."
Deep breaths, Molly. Deeeeeep breaths. Clovis is decent, I guess. And anyways, Fiona is irritating. I hate them all.
He rubs her back gently.
Apollyon. App. My girl. I can't, it's not all there. But there's some.
He continues rocking her.
"Hey, hey. It's okay. I understand. I do, really."
I do.App just clung to shirt and cried. She was so scared. So so scared. She sobbed, "Something's wrong with me, but I don't know what…"
Clovis shakes his head.
"Love, it's not your fault. It's okay."
Where can I take her? Somewhere warm and quiet. I don't want her to be like this.
"T-they did surgery on me. Th-they put weird things in me. But… but I don't know what or even who "they" are…" She was choking and sobs, trying to get breath. She shuddered. "Please… don't leave me…" She was terrified he was gonna reject her.
Clovis holds App tight and close.
"I wont leave you. I never would. I'll stay right here."
He starts to pet her hair.
"Whoever 'they' are, App, they're gone. I wouldn't let them touch you. I'm sorry they ever did."
MOOD!//
Thomas kept his hands up, "Look, I just wanted some supplies. Okay? I wasn't going to hurt her. It's okay"
Conner helped Fiona to her feet, "Are you okay?" He asked her quietly
App calms down a little, just making a couple of hiccuping squeaks every now and again. She liked it when he pet her hair. She pushed her head into his hand.
MOOD!//
Thomas kept his hands up, "Look, I just wanted some supplies. Okay? I wasn't going to hurt her. It's okay"
Conner helped Fiona to her feet, "Are you okay?" He asked her quietly
(Molly is like, always mood XD)
Molly glares.
"Yeeah right. Let me guess, you haven't ever hurt anyone?" She asks sarcastically.
"Sure, psycho. While your lying why don't you ask for my gun too?"
She points it at his face, her finger on the trigger.
"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.
Claire smiled shyly as well. "I– Thank you…" She stretched her arms up. "I don't know… But where is everyone else…?"
App calms down a little, just making a couple of hiccuping squeaks every now and again. She liked it when he pet her hair. She pushed her head into his hand.
Clovis leans back against the wall, App still in his big arms. He continues to pet her hair.
Why are we always broken? Why can't people just love, live and be happy?
Dare shrugged. "All I know is that one girl who was snuggling with the dude with the messed up arm ran out for some reason. All the others, I have no idea." He handed her her jacket. "There you go! All fixed."
App's eyes were slowly closing, still exhausted. But then her stomach growled. She winced when her stomach contracted painfully. She was so tired though… Maybe… Just going to sleep for a couple days would help… Her system was starting to shut down. She hadn't eaten anything but one meal that she could remember. And that was more of a snack than anything.
"No, I'm not gonna lie and say I haven't hurt anyone," he said bitterly, "But Im not lying when I say I didn't want to hurt anyone"
App's eyes were slowly closing, still exhausted. But then her stomach growled. She winced when her stomach contracted painfully. She was so tired though… Maybe… Just going to sleep for a couple days would help… Her system was starting to shut down. She hadn't eaten anything but one meal that she could remember. And that was more of a snack than anything.
Clovis opens his teary eyes.
"Here's an idea. Why don't we get you some food and then find a bed for you to sleep on?"
App just mumbled in response. She started wiggling a tiny bit, as if she were trying to get up. But she couldn't. She whined softly and tried again.
"No, I'm not gonna lie and say I haven't hurt anyone," he said bitterly, "But Im not lying when I say I didn't want to hurt anyone"
Molly nods slowly and sarcastically.
"Oh! Okay! I get it!" Without looking to Fiona and Conner she angrily calls.
"Get out of here while I have the gun to this freaks head!"
App just mumbled in response. She started wiggling a tiny bit, as if she were trying to get up. But she couldn't. She whined softly and tried again.
Clovis stands, his arm stinging with pain from holding her. He ignores it and gently pulls her to her feet while he stands.
"Come on."
Claire took the jacket carefully from his hands. "Did you really?" She glanced down, running her hand over the stitches before putting it back on. "Where did you learn to sew?"
Conner nodded and ushered Fiona out, "Come on, Molly!" He called.
Thomas began to feel dizzy as blood flowed from his wound. He leaned against the wall, still keeping them up to seem nonthreatening
Molly watches as the guy goes dizzy. Of course she knew what dizzy people looked like. She'd been around Clovis half her life.
"I'll be out in a bit. GO!" She calls behind her to Conner and Fiona.
She keeps the gun pointed at the guy, waiting for him to pass out from blood loss.
Honestly, Idiot, if you pass out I'll take care of that wound. Not that I care about you, cause I don't
Conner growled and took Fiona a few blocks away, pausing to wait for Molly.
Thomas gasped, then collapsed, his head hitting the floor with a whack.
She waits a bit longer, poking him with her foot, before setting the gun down and taking care of the would. She cuts out the bullet, then stitches it with thread and a makeshift needle. She tears some cloth off of the bottom of her shirt and wraps it.
Not like I could get any colder anyways.
She angrily stands, picking up her gun again.
Vaguely, Thomas felt his arm being moved, but was pretty far gone. As he finished, he began to come to, but not fully enough to recognise her.