forum Camp Half-Blood RP (Closed)
Started by @ElderGod-yellowqueen
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@BookAddict

\ XD. i feel so lonely rn. everyone is sleeping … and i have a math assignment and part of its due tomorrow but i haven't finished and i don't want to finish so i'm just procrastinating \

@BookAddict

\ XD. yeah but we aren't in any RPs together anymore… ^cries^ jk. remember that weird as percy jackson rp with viva and miles? that was so strange… \

@BookAddict

\ ikr. and stuff kept going REALLY weird, and at some points I didn't even know what was happening. ^cough^ not gonna name names ^cough^ \

@ScarletAndHerSides

(I knOW I'M EXCITED TOO.

YoU'LL SEE! :D

Tbh the only reason she's having a tragic backstory is because I'm deciding she's gonna have necrophobia.

Which is kinda ironic…)

@ElderGod-yellowqueen

Kaden hugged Elizabeth to his chest, rubbing her back softly. He let go of her and carefully approached Phoebe. "We need to go. All this blood is going to attract monsters." He said softly.

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Phoebe shook her head and just clutched his body tighter. She wasn't going to let go.

@ElderGod-yellowqueen

Kaden crouched down beside her. "Phoebe, we have to go. If we stay here any longer, monsters will be swarming us."

Phoebe shook her head again. "Then you go. I'm not leaving him here. I won't. Go on without me." Her voice was raspy and it hurt to speak.

"We're not leaving you here. I'll carry you if I have too." Kaden threatened.

"I can't leave him here. Not like this." She began crying again and she buried her face in his chest, not caring that his blood coated her face.

"We'll come back for him. I promise. But we need to go now." He could hear the clanging of monsters coming their way. "He wouldn't want you to die. He'd want you to live. To be happy. If you stay here, you won't be doing either. He'll be disappointed with you. Do you want that?" He was harsh but he was trying to hurry it up. They needed to get out of there and find Mihala fast.

Phoebe shakenly sat up. She reached into Ryker's pocket and pulled out the pen. She couldn't weild a sword. Wouldn't even try. But she wasn't taking it to use, she was taking it to remember Ryker by. If she made it home, she'd frame it. She stood on shaking legs and grabbed Ryker's bag instead of her own. His things were more valuable to her than her own stuff. SHe shouldered the bag and nodded, a silent signal that she was ready.