forum After America - Dystopian RP

Started April 03, 2018 by @ImNotCrazyImAFangirl

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“When I asked if you were okay. You told me you were fine. You were lying,” Vaughn said with a tight frown.

"I-I am fine." She repeated.

“That’s a lie too,” Vaughn responded, pushing himself up so he was sat on the counter, boots resting on a shelf below.

//^singsong voice^ ur stutteringggg

"N-no, I am perfectly fine. Why do you care, anyway?"

“You’re stuttering gives you away, Miss Bella,” Vaughn said, grey eyes narrowing softly. “And it doesn’t matter why I care.”

"I told you, don't call me that. And yes it does matter, I thought you didn't trust me." She scowled, crossing her arms.

“I don’t trust anyone. Well, besides Haven. But that’s because she earned my trust. Lying doesn’t earn trust,” Vaughn shot back in response.

Bella sighed. "well what do you want me to say, then?" she asked.

(Ahh I’m going to try and draw Vaughn)

“The truth is all I ask for,” Vaughn responded, his tone level now.

//I made a rp called renaissance

"You want the truth? I'll give you the truth. I come here to help you escape, and potentially escape myself, and you act like I'm a child that doesn't understand anything. What's more is that you act like you hate me and that I'm unwelcome. There, I said it." She inhaled, her eyes widening, clasping a hand to her mouth. "I-I'm S-sorry! I-I Shouldn't have b-been upset and I sh-should've never s-said those things." she muttered.

Vaughn gave a look like he was about to begin to furiously shout at Bella, but he took a deep breath, the expression shifting into a calmer one. “No, it’s fine. I completely understand what you mean. I’ll allow you more independence. I was trying to keep you from being hurt.”

"I don't care about getting hurt. And you honestly look like you're gonna blow something up." She grinned.

Vaughn scoffed softly, a few strands of his hair falling into his eyes. He really needed to switch the style up. It was longer and combed over on one side, while the other size was much shorter. “I am not.”

“Beds are ready,” Haven said, poking her head back in the room.

"You look like it." Bella laughed. She looked over at Haven and smiled. "Thank you." She said, getting up.

“Here,” She said, leading Bella to the small cot. There was a blanket folded on top of the small pillow.

Vaughn mumbled something to himself he pushed off the counter, going over to one of the fridges. He tugged open the glass door and took out one of the bottles of alcohol that was inside. He popped the top off, letting it fall to the floor by his boots before he took a long drink. To most, it would have burned terribly going down their throat, but he tended to drink often. Almost too often, actually.

Bella climbed into bed and rolled onto her side, closing her eyes, but not really falling asleep.

//oof alcoholic Vaughn

After settling Bella in, Haven went back out to Vaughn. “You’re gonna get a hangover,”she said, sitting on a shelf.

(Vaughn is an alcoholic rip)

“I’ll worry about that after I’m completely wasted,” Vaughn said, tipping the bottle back again, taking a short drink of the amber colored whiskey.

Bella lay silently, listening to the other's conversation.

“Sure,” she said, watching him.