forum Dystopian Rp (Closed)

Started April 03, 2019 by @Lunar_Eclipse

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(that's the one Aza's headed to)
Aza arrived at the gas station. Before going inside, she pulled the knife from her boot and two from her belt. She pushed open the door, brandishing them in front of her.

(Sure, sounds good)

Zyra sighed as she packed up all her stuff, she really needed to find a better place to stay in. She put her gun away and took out her dagger as she looked around to see if any of the kids from the group had taken anything without her knowing. She quickly turned around when she heard a noise, hiding behind a cabinet like before. Why does everyone want to come to my gas station?

"Hello? I-Is anyone there?" Aza swept her arm around.

Zyra stayed quiet and didn't move a muscle as she watched the girl.

"I'm not going to hurt you," she said. "I think. Like, if you're gonna kill me then I guess I'll have to hurt you. But otherwise, not really."

Zyra peeked her head from behind the cabinet, looking at the girl. "Full name, age, and what supplies do you have?" She asked, the tattoo behind her ear was out for display since she had her hair in a ponytail.

Storm's head moved toward the direction of the gas station. He ducked behind a wall and watched as someone moved into the gas station. His eyes didn't move from the person. When she disappeared into the gas station he shuffled into the house he was planning on camping in.

Millys eyes widened when she saw a man, older then her, walk into the.

Storm crouched down near a window with the glass broken off of it. He kept his eyes on the gas station watching for the person's reappearance. He was so tuned in on the gas station, he was oblivious to his surroundings.

(Im just gonna jump ahead so we can keep this rp going, hope thats okay…its slowly dying out and I'm sad)

(i'm not abandoning it—i had to sleep, and then attend school, plus i've been fighting a fever these past three days)

Jensen had followed Storm easily, despite his internal reservations at staying in a house. Either way, he supposed, nowhere was perfectly safe anymore. He crouched near Storm, but took a cautionary glance around the place first. Something felt a little off, but he was relatively unconcerned, more focused on what was going down next door.

Milly was going to sneak up behind him and dig a shuriken into his back but bumped into something pot loudly. She let out a small yelp and raced down the hall.

Jensen turned just in time to see the pot tip over. After casting a curious glance at Storm, he followed the sounds of footsteps until he reached a slightly ajar door. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you as long as you don't attack us," he voiced softly, keeping out of sight for the moment. Call it a gut feeling, but he was pretty sure if he exposed himself for even a moment without announcing his intentions, he'd be impaled.

Storm stiffened and turned, grasping his Scar-L. He tip toed through the building, barely making any noise. He kept his eyes peeled for movement. Everything was so quite he didn't dare to breathe. He kept his gun steady and about the level of where someones head would be.

"W-who are you!?" Milly asked through the door, carefully watching in fear. She wasn't sure what to do, if she tried to run she'd be shot for sure, one of the men had a gun, raised far above her head though. She was short but it didn't bother her.

Storm almost laughed at her height and the height his gun was at. He readjusted his gun position stifling a smile. He tried to achieve a powerful demeanor. "If you don't try to kill me I won't try to kill you…deal?" He asked keeping his gun raised.

She crossed her arms and nodded, her light brown hair bouncing up and down, "Deal."

Jensen clapped once, a grin on his face. "Now that that's all settled… Do you know what's going on in the gas station right next to us? Oh, and I'm Jensen, this is Storm," he added, gesturing appropriately.

Storm finally lowered his gun and gave a friendly nod. He shoved his hands into his pockets like he always does when he is calm.

"Nice to meet you both," Milly smiled, "My name's Milly, and uh no I don't know what's happening at the gas station. I haven't left here in a week."