forum Dystopian Rp (Closed)

Started April 03, 2019 by @Lunar_Eclipse

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"We have to leave?" Aza said in a monotone, not exactly surprise.

Storm quickly looked away and started searching for a clear exit, but no clear exit showed itself. Every inch seemed to be swarming with rogues. Being a small town, it didn't take many rouges to cover the area. Panic started to swell within him. Seeming to cut off his air. He felt his heart rate increase and the rouges started to march closer to the building they were in. This is my fault. Tears welled in his eyes but they didn't fall. He looked to the people he had led into this hell hole. I brought them in here…what was I thinking? He couldn't think of a way out and he felt like the situation all fell on his shoulders. He stared at the others to see if they had any answers.

"Okay hey, calm down, all of you," Jensen quickly interjected, speaking softly as he put a hand on Storm's shoulder. "Maybe we can hide this out and leave when it's dark. They're probably looking for basic supplies—food, water, clothes, ammo. Anyone have a knife?" His eyes darting around the room as he sized up different hiding places. He had an idea, but he didn't know how much time he had.

Zyra had found a mall and had found decided to stay in the store Hot Topic, no one would really be able to see her and no one would think a person would hide there. She leaned against the wall as she looked around, other people had already raided this store and it was pretty empty. "What the hell do I do now?"

“I um have shurikens? If that works I’m not sure. There’s also probably something in the kitchen…” Milly said, taking out one of her shurikens.

Storm started to take in deep breaths to try and calm himself down. He bent over and unsheathed a large knife that was strapped to his ankle, hidden under his pant leg. "Here," He handed it to Jensen, unsure of what his plan was.

He glanced at the shurikens and shook his head. "Thanks, but Storm's knife will work better." He took the weapon and approached the mattress sizing it up. "I hope you don't have any emotional attatchments to this place, Milly, because our best chance is to trash it up. Make it look like there's nothing here worth raiding and hope they won't double check." As he spoke, he tore the sheets from the bed and tossed them to the ground. He shoved the mattress on its side and stuck the knife in the bottom, tearing diagonally and pulling out bits of stuffing. When there was a sizeable gap, he started tearing the knife the opposite way, ignoring any odd stares he might be getting. He worked as quickly as he could, tearing out springs with his free hand and wincing whenever he heard a shout from outside. "Alright, it's not a perfect solution, but there's enough space for maybe two smaller people to fit, if they really squeeze together. Lay down on the frame and pull this over you when they come in this house. I need the other person's help to keep trashing this place." As he spoke, his voice seemed to get lower and lower, and his movements became quicker as he darted around the room, tearing sheets of paper out of an old binder he found and spilling the contents of every drawer he came across, being extremely careful to limit the amount of noise he was making.

Milly looked confused, “Oh, well. Alright then. Nope. I don’t have any attachments, I just need my lizard and I’ll be good…” She said looking at Fae who was crawling around in the cage.

Aza pulled her throwing knives out of her sleeves and readied them. She didn't wanna hurt anybody; hopefully she had perfect aim today.

Storm watched as Jensen prepared the room. How is he so calm? Storm watched as Jensen ripped the matress. "I'm not gonna fit in there," Storm looked at the space Jensen made. "Milly I think you could fit in there, no offense," Storm kept his voice hushed and low. He searched the room in search of a way to help Jensen.

Milky frowned at her height, "Sadly I would…"

"Wait—quiet," Jensen warned, voice dropping to an almost inaudible whisper. The sound of a door slamming open made him wince. "They'll make their way here within a few minutes. Now's not really the time to be insecure about height—actually, you should be grateful, Milly, because the closet is looking like our only other option." He paused and took a breath, then ushered the girl towards the bed frame. "Don't come out under any circumstance until you know it's safe. Aza, do you think you can fit with her and Fae's cage?" he asked in a hush, already walking across the room to open the closet. Something seemed to cross his mind, because he cussed quietly. It was the first slip in his calm demeanor, but before anyone had time to process it, he was slipping out of the bedroom door. It took him all of two minutes to try and make the hallway look as bad as the room the others were in, and he had to abandon the attempt when he heard the front door open. He silently sipped back through the door, panting slightly, and gestured with his head to the closet, mouthing 'hide' as he handed back Storm's knife.

Milly crawled into the bedframe with fear, clutching Faes cage close to her.

Aza scooted in with Milly.

Storm felt his stomach twist inside him. The nervousness and stress of the dire situation scared him. He clutched onto his knife and swiftly put it back on his ankle. He rushed into the closet and crouched down, grasping his Scar-L. He didn't breathe in fear of being heard or not being able to hear the rouges. He kept his gun pointed at the door and about the height that a mans head would be. He kept staring. His eyes not wavering from the certain spot.
(Sorry I havent been on lately. I wont be on a lot for the next few weeks and I apologize in advance. If I am not responding to you guys, just act like Storm is following along. Sorry >_<)