Ally
(This is an open RP, so if you want to join in, go ahead!!)
(This is an open RP, so if you want to join in, go ahead!!)
It was late at night, maybe around 9ish and Kathryn was on her way home from her friends house. As she walked down the darkened ally way she held onto her bare arms trying to block out the cold weather. She wanted to call Connor but her phone was dead and she had no other way to get to him. It had seemed like hours until she finally reached a gas station. She had no idea where she was and she hoped that there was a phone inside. As she stepped into the warmness she sighed in relief when she saw the phone. She quickly dialed Connor's phone number in hopes that he would answer.
(This is a real life RP btw)
Mnymla walked into the gas station hoping that her favorite candy wasn't out of stock like the last three gas stations. She looked over toward the phone and saw it, glistening in the bright red package. "Kit Kat!", she exclaimed.
(What's a real life roleplay?)
The phone rang 3 times before going to voicemail. She sighed and looked around. Not wanting to be rude, she grabbed a water and put it on the counter, along with a five. The cashier had a bored look on his face as he handed her her change. She thanked him, grabbed her things and walked out the front door. The cold rushed to greet her as her feet echoed on the pavement. (As in, it's not fictional. No magical powers and stuff.)
Waiting in line behind Kathryn, Mnymla tapped her foot subconsciously. When she got to the cashier she paid for all three of her king sized Kit Kats and ran back to her Jeep. She noticed that Kathryn didn't have a jacket or a car. In an attempt to be curious she drove up next to her.
"Hi, um excuse me miss. I know that it's strange to accept a ride from a stranger, but I promise I'm not going to steal you away and try to kill you. It's not the safest idea to be walking around at night and it's really cold out there."
She knew her attempt might fail, but she had to try anyway. Kathryn looked so cold.
Kathryn smiled thankfully. "Thank you." She said as she climbed into the car. She knew she probably shouldn't be getting in a car with a stranger, but she seemed nice, and she felt so cold.
Nym grinned and proceed to turn on the heat as she replied, "You're very welcome. If you want to adjust the heat go ahead. Where to?"
"I don't really have anywhere to be, but if you could drop me off somewhere in town, that would be great." Claire said.
"Somewhere in town? I'm not leaving you to fend for yourself in the dark. Nope, not happening," Nym was firm, but was careful not to sound angry or rude, "family? friends house? your house?"
"Okay, then my apartment. 423 Michael Lane." Claire said.
Nym tapped the address into the GPS on the dash and began to drive, "You were gonna walk this?", Nym gestured to the mileage on the GPS.
Reese screamed freely as a burst of wind boosted her forward. Her auburn curls swooped around her head thanks to a second wind gust. She'd needed a bit of air from the crazy party and stepped outside to find herself walking down the sidewalk away from the dorm building. She'd never go to another party there again. Her phone buzzed, bleeped, and blurped, but she silenced it and walked further into the night. The click of her high heeled boots echoed off of the dark buildings. She was supposed to be in her dorm, but for some reason, she headed to the stadium. Wearing a loose T-shirt along with jeans and her favorite heeled boots, she stumbled and swayed tiredly towards the turfed field hockey field. (She's not drunk if that's what you're thinking. She's just really tired from pulling one too many college all-nighters.)
(Can I join?)
(This is an open RP, so if you want to join in, go ahead!!)
(This is what the creator said, and I don't think that there's a character template, so jump in!)
(Oki, thx, and is it okay if they're in the same college?)
(Y'all this RP died months ago)
(oh…)
(I'll start another RP with y'all on a different thread if you want…)
(It's fine)
(You sure?)
(ye)
(Noice)
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