forum I'm in the mood for another apocalypse roleplay... (CLOSED for now, welcome to stalk)

Started March 06, 2021 by @Becfromthedead group

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I'm fine with anything ^^

Name/any nicknames: Lilac Rose (Lila)
Age: 14
Gender/pronouns: she/her
Sexuality: lesbian
Personality: very sweet and quiet, can get pretty clingy at times, overall a bean
Appearance: long brown hair with bangs covering one eye, ivory skin tone, blue eyes, purple hoodie, black pants, white socks, purple sneakers, and a purple bag that’s filled with art supplies and food, there’s also a flower in her hair
Background (doesn't have to be super in-depth): Lilac lived in a happy home of herself, her parents, and her 3 siblings. When the apocalypse started, she got separated from them.
Outfits: there’s the one I put in appearance, and then there’s her pajamas: which are really just an oversized t-shirt and shorts
Hobbies/talents: She loves art and is pretty good at it
Weaknesses: probably stuff that involves a lot of physical activity
Gear/weapons: sketchbook, pencils, compass (the sharp thing), and a knife her dad gave her
Open to shipping?: Sure
Other: I love her-

Tohru was grateful to have someone to travel with. Even if it was just a kid. Even if the only reason was he was actually able to sleep some at night, knowing he had a second set of eyes and ears.
Of course, part of him worried a lot that he wouldn't be able to take care of this child forever. He hadn't even been able to keep anyone alive from the first group he'd traveled with, and they were mostly adults. It had been what? A week? Two weeks? He'd lost count on how long it had been since the last one of them died.
Anyway, now Tohru and this child were headed on to a survivor's outpost they'd heard about. It wasn't far at this point. They were just breaking camp for the morning, and this would be the last stretch. The only reason they hadn't made it the night before was because it had started getting dark, and Tohru refused to push on like that when he had another person to look after. Had he been alone still, it might have been a different story.
Tohru pulled the laces on his boots tight as he prepared to get going for the day. He checked his inventory again, making sure he hadn't left anything behind.
"You almost ready to go?" he asked Mori.

Meanwhile, Lilac was already at the survivor’s outpost. She was drawing to keep her mind off of everything that happened. Her drawing had a house, a hill, and a river. It also looked like she drew her family and herself. She blew a piece of hair out of her face. “There…I’m finished,” she smiled sadly.

Josefine looked over her shoulder, her eyes wide. “Yooo, that’s cool. I’m jealous.”
They hadn’t been at the outpost for long. They’d crawled their way there the evening before, just in the nick of time. Now was a time for resting while they figured out what to do next.
Lyn sat next to Lilac, writing in her notebook and documenting their journey. For a moment, Lyn glanced at the younger girl’s sketchbook to say, “Oooh, it’s beautiful, Lilac. Are you homesick?”
It’s not something either Lyn or Josefine could relate with, but it was understandable, of course. Despite how much they would deny it, they both wished to some degree they had at least some adult supervision, for at least physical guidance if nothing else. Lyn and Sef made a good duo when leading Lilac; but as always, Lyn put too much onto herself and was beginning to feel stressed, on top of everything else that had happened. Having an adult in the group would make things easier.

“Yeah…I miss them…” Lilac sighed. She was glad she found Lyn and Sef because they reminded her of her siblings. “And thanks…art helps me relax…” she smiled as she set her art stuff down.

Mori was injured at the moment. He had some bandages wrapped around his chest and a sling for his left arm from getting trapped under some rubble. He had been traveling alone previously, which was very nerve wracking considering his lacking strength and supplies. He was only seven, after all, and he couldn't remember what had happened to his parents. He was glad to have found someone capable to travel with, and he tried to be helpful in every way he could.
He looked up when Tohru addressed him, clumsily knotting the laces on his own tattered sneakers. He had a smudge of something dark on his cheek, although whether it was dirt or blood wasn't clear. He nodded a bit, finished tying his shoes, and got to his feet. "Mhmm! I'm ready to go, sir!"

Tohru grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder, a slight huff escaping him.
"You really don't have to call me 'sir,' you know…" he murmured, shaking his head, "Anyway, do you need any help? Need me to carry anything for you?"
His gaze wandered to Mori's face, and he frowned, leaning forwards to help wipe his cheek clean with the edge of his sweatshirt sleeve.
With that, he undid the deadbolts on the door of the abandoned apartment and peeked outside, making sure it was safe before they started out.

"Oh, sorry Mr. Tohru…" Mori pulled on his backpack and adjusted his hat with one hand, yawning a bit. He closed his eyes when Tohru rubbed at his cheek, huffing a bit. "No, I'm okay. I've just got the one bag, and it isn't too heavy… where did you say we were going?" He asked, keeping close to Tohru's side as they walked together. He didn't like to be too far away from the man, obviously uneasy with the thought of being alone. Alone was bad in this world. It wasn't safe. He was lucky to have survived so long on his own. "The… uhm… survival outpost or something, right?"

(He is babey…)
Tohru couldn't help chuckle a bit at the slight adjustment in how he was addressed. It was weird being treated like an adult when he barely felt like one, but it was endearing. He'd give the kid that.
"Yup. The survival outpost," he replied, "We'll get some more food there, and maybe join up with other people. It's hard traveling with just the two of us."
He kept an eye on the kid, but with as closely as he was following, he wasn't really concerned with getting separated. Tohru made sure to keep at a comfortable pace so Mori wouldn't struggle to keep up at all.
"How are your injuries?" he asked, "You feeling okay?"
Tohru distractedly fidgeted with one of the hair ties around his wrist for a minute before tying his hair back into its usual low bun and out of his face. He hated the silence that sometimes sat between them. He never knew how to talk to a child, much less actually look after one. At least they would make it to the outpost. And at least, when this child died, it wouldn't completely be on him. In fact, it might not even be on his watch.