forum Cult RP (CLOSED)

Started April 12, 2018 by @WriteOutofTime

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Wasn’t his name Walker?)

(Ah, right, I’m in one to many rps at the moment)

(I almost made the same mistake earlier too. I feel ya.)

The Priest strolled through the outdoor area of their gated community, smiling at the sky. It was about an hour until his next service. He decided to spend that time with his nephew. His nephew was thirteen, but small for his age. Still dependent on him. "Careful, hijo," Enzo said, patting his nephew's shoulder, "don't grow up too fast."

Here now!)

Morrigan hurriedly gathered her skirt. “Then let’s go, we don’t want to be late!”

"Let's go!" Chrysa shouted and began quickly walking down the corridors to the church.

Pandora stood up, nearly tripped on her skirt, and hurried after her.

They finally made it, 30 seconds early.

Chrysa straightened her skirt and walked into the sanctuary to take her seat. She whispered to the other teens, "Pretend like nothings happened."

"Okay. I'll try."

Zoe nodded and slipped into a pew. She gathered herself and looked forward, ruffling her skirts.

Pandora slipped into a pew behind Chrysa. She wiped her clamy hands off on her skirt. As the service began, her mind wandered. They were actually running away.

Chrysa tried to look as into the worship as she could, but she just couldn't put her heart into her disguise. People actually were willing to leave this place, they were going to get out of here!

Morrigan bowed her head in a fake prayer, a vision of peace and tranquility on the outside but a mess f elation and anticipation on the inside. She was going to get out of here.

As the service continued Pandora's imagination ran wild. What if they got caught? What if they didn't? Where were her parents now? Had they made up? Did they miss her as much as she missed them?

A bubble of excitement was growing in Zoe. Was she really going to escape this hellhole? She'd be leaving her family, but would that make much of a difference?

Morrigan knee where she was going to go first. The graveyard, to visit her brother and pay respects. Then, the Library of Poetry.

Enzo loved service. He grinned at his congregation, giving a long sermon on compliance and how much the goddess would reward obedience. His favorite word was compliance. He said it at least twelve times.