forum Dystopian RP?

Started February 25, 2018 by @Oakie Dokie

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(I’m back!)
“Oh, my gang? You could say we were both good friends and criminals. In fact, we were more than friends. We were like family.”, Yuki sighed. It was both a happy and sad sigh, somehow.

"Of course you managed to become a criminal… Luckily you have me to straighten you out!" Rowan joked, smiling and trying to lighten the mood.

“Relax. It’s nothing serious. Just a bit of pickpicking and vandalism and violent gambling. Plus the tattoos.”, Yuki smiled a little. “Luckily you have me to teach you how to be a gang member.”

"I don't think I'd be a very good gang member. Do you guys wear like bandannas all the time? Is that so people can't see your face or is it like… an aesthetic thing?" Rowan tilted her head to the side with curiosity.

“Wow, the stereotypes!”, Yuki laughed. “Not really. Besides, that would make it obvious that we were up to no good. A lot of times we might wear hoods. We would always be on the run because people knew our faces and tattoos and hair dye made it even more obvious.”

"Hair dye? Mom and dad said the President banished that stuff! Those liars! I knew I'd look great with purple hair and they never believed me." Rowan said mutinously, pouting and crossing her arms.

“That’s why were criminals. Of course we weren’t supposed to dye or hair, but we did it anyway. I mean, my hair isn’t just naturally blue and green!”, Yuki continued to laugh. “I think you should dye your hair purple.”

"I don't suppose Armand has hair dye just lying around in his office. He doesn't quite seem like that kind of guy." Rowan shrugged. "What kind of purple do you think I'd look better in? Lavender? Or more of a plum color?"

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“Both. You could get lavender that fades into plum color. If you want.” Yuki smiled. “I’ll even do it for you.”

"If you can find the dye than I'll do it, but good luck! My hair is very thick and tangled. You might want to find a brush too." She gentler to her messy brown locks, a look of exasperation on her face as she glared at a knot in her hair and attempt to claw it out.

Yuki searched the desk and drawers for a brush and dye. She found tons of medical equipment, but nothing that could be used for Rowan’s hair. Her eyes stopped on a walkie-talkie found in one of the drawers. “Just need to find the other one and we can have matching walkie-talkies!” She laid the walkie-talkie on the desk and continued her search. “Maybe we could use paint or soda or something just for now. To see how you look in purple hair.”

"Fine with me." Rowan smiled at Yuki's enthusiasm. "Armand's gonna be mad if you mess up too much of his stuff." She admonished, getting up to clean up one of the desks Yuki had left in disarray.

“He’ll be mad, but he can’t stop me! Plus, walkie-talkies are so much fun! Almost as fun as hair dye!” Yuki was excited to have some fun for once.

"I've never used one of these outside base training." Rowan picked it up, examining it with mild curiosity. She set it down and drifted over to Yuki's side, watching her search through drawers.

Yuki continued to rummage through drawers. She picked up a stethoscope and put it around her neck. “Isn’t this the thing you listen to someone’s heart with?”, she laughed. “Hi, I’m Dr. Tayio.” Yuki was laughing so hard her ribs hurt. She wasn’t used to formal greetings and titles and it always made her laugh when she used them.

""Im not too much of an expert, but yeah." Rowan laughed, simply joyful that Yuki was happy.

Yuki pulled out a box of matches and pocketed it. She loved fire. “You think I’d make a good doctor?”, she asked Rowan.

"I think we're both too impulsive to be doctors." She admitted, shrugging. "Though I guess it's gotten us this far so, sure, why not!" She gave Yuki a playful grin and put on a pair of surgical gloves. "I feel so important in these!" She admired her hands.

“I guess if you can handle a knife, you can give someone surgery! Wait… do you know how to sew? I don’t!” Yuki pulled out an empty glass jar. “Do you think Armand puts severed heads in these jars?” Yuki was having a blast.

"I have no idea how to sew! And no I don't think Armand collects severed heads. He's not an alien… or I don't think he is. Wouldn't he have cut off our heads by now? We've definitely been troublesome." Rowan tapped on the glass of a beaker with bubbling fluorescent green liquid bubbling inside it. It emitted a low hissing noise.

“Who knows… maybe he is an alien.”, Yuki said in a mysterious voice. She picked up a graduated cylinder filled with fizzing purple liquid. “Maybe he’s a mad scientist!”

"I think we've already confirmed he's a mad scientist." Rowan gestured to her prosthetic leg and then to the beaker hissing next to her. "This lab is insane. Some of this stuff is actually pretty cool." She admired a list of chemical formulas. "C2H3O2. Acetate. I wonder how he manages to get ahold of chemicals like this?"