forum //There's Nothing Left for us Here// OPEN GROUP RP

Started July 18, 2022 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

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The hospital is cold and the air is thin as it flows into Min-Hyuk's lungs, stinging his nose. The smell of medicine around his makes his skin itch and the sound of his mother wheezing rhythmically makes his stomach turn over. He wants to crawl out of his skin and jump off of the building.
His long, painted black nails run over the skin on his arm, over the red mark it's created. The dead skin lifted and serrated and blood threatens to break through.
Min-Hyuk turns away from the window of the hospital and to his sister that sits next to the bed, holding her mother's hand and reading a book.
Her voice is soft with a smooth pitch to it whenever she reads the vowels from the page in Korean. Occasionally Seo Hyeon looks to her mother and smiles softly, wiping black and grey strands of hair from her face.
Their mother has a name tag on the end of her bed frame that reads Yoori Youn. A beautiful name to match the smile she gave her daughter.
Min-Hyuk takes a deep breath and sits beside the bed on the other side of her, now sitting across from his sister. His eyes focus not on his mother but on the flowers that lay beside the bed on a small nightstand. The colors are too much and the water in the vase beside the outlet makes him anxious.
He knows the men are going to be here any second to take him away. So why did he stay in his seat, focusing as what texture the petals of his mothers flowers were while he resisted the urge to tell his sister to shut up and stop reading that boring ass book.
He needs to leave. To get out of here.
They're coming for him.
They're coming for him.
They're com-
"Min-Hyuk?"
His mother's voice calling his name snaps him out of his thoughts. A sting of hope pierces his chest as he took in a sharp breath, his gray eyes locking onto hers.
"Hm?" he asks, confused now. His brows furrow.
"Is that your name? My daughter was just telling me about you. Are you her friend from school?" Yoori asks him kindly.
And with that his heart sinks…

(Omg that reminds me I have to do lexie! Damnit!)

(oh oof! That's alright haha)

Soon Tamryn found himself sitting back in class, blinking tiredly at the teacher who was talking gibberish. Or at least, that's what it sounded like to Tamryn. You would think that he was used to going to school at night and sleeping during the day, but his body just couldn't keep up with him no matter how much he tried to get rest for the next night.
He looked down at his notebook, reading over the notes he had taken before scribbling some more down, copying the teacher's words from the board.
"Now, we have a few minutes before the class ends, you do have homework to get done for next week, but you can get started on that now. I want you to write an essay on the effects of war, had the peace treaty never been formed. Talk about what you would do if you had to fight for survival. Would you hold on to your morals, why or why not? Remember, there is no right or wrong response, you will not be judged on this assignment, this is simply an exercise to get your brain going from your month-long break. You will be graded depending on how well you incorporate these things into…." Tamryn stared blankly at the teacher, his voice fading out as Tamryn decided to ignore the rest of whatever he had to say. War. Right. Why talk about a hypothetical situation? There was no need to talk about it when everything had been resolved, it was like speaking it into existence. Then again, weren't all school assignments like this? Some of them were.

The room fell quiet and all you could hear were the scribbling of pencils as everyone got to work. Tamryn looked around at his focused peers. He should probably get on that too.
War is a terrible thing. He wrote out, then stopped. Of course, it was, why state the obvious? He erased it.
War. A state in which destruction sweeps across the nation, thousands of families are taken away from their homes, stripped away from their loved ones. He stopped again. Maybe he should start a different way.
This went on for a while before Tamryn was satisfied with his first paragraph. He moved on to the next line, thinking about how he should continue the next paragraph, but before he could, the bell rang.

so im gonna go ahead and get this rolling. Yes, we are waiting for Mosis but i dont want that holding back the whole roleplay.
So they can just put up there thing whenever they would like! I just got back home so i can write a big response >:3
Anyway, lets get this started! (and Mosis, dont feel pressure. You can take your time with it. Just make sure you're keeping up. Sorry if this seems rude we've just been waiting a little bit lol.

( this isn't very long mostly because I've never made a kid before lol but anyway I hope you like it)

Name: lexie green
Gender: Female
Sexuality: straight
Age: 6

Appearance: lexie has back eyes and blond hair she usually pulls the top layer of hair into a bun and leaves the rest how it is and has a medium-ish tan skin color her eyes are almond-shaped kind of and she had a button nose she has full lips and is about 3,7

Personality: she's an overall ray if sunshine she loves dancing and singing just not in front of people usually just Alex or her mother she's a very shy person because of her age but her mother thinks she'll grow out of it with time

Likes:she loves animals and anything to do with nature, in general, she likes to sing and dance along with spending time with Alex and her mother, and she absolutely loves marshmallows, avocados and pizza rolls

Dislikes: she dislikes, liers and people that are rude she doesn't like the news or pears for some reason and she doesn't like when people are mean to their animals

The men furrow their brows, looking to each other then to Jesse. They say nothing, not wanting to give out any info if it meant it could possible compromise them. But they just gave Jesse exactly what she needed to know.
"Good" she replies, stepping around them and towards the desk they stood in front of. Confused, they look to each other, shrugging before reaching for their weapons and facing their bodies towards her.
"i would not do that if i were you" she says, setting a loaded pistol on the table calmly.
"Yeah? And why not? Two of us, one of y-" The dark-haired man's voice is interrupted by a loud gunshot. The man almost jumps out of skin before he turns to see his partner fall to the floor.
His limp body lay on the dirty cement floor, blood leaking out of his skull and onto the ground beneath. An exit bullet hole visible in the middle of his face, his nose blown off for the most part.
Jesse stands their, gun still on the table. It's obvious she didn't shoot him. So who did?
Heels click along the floor as a tall, slim woman steps into the room, a smoking gun in her hand. The first thing he notices is her short dark red hair slicked back and her black winged eyeliner. She has green eyes and a thin face.
The woman wears a black blazer with dress pants and large heeled boots and black gloves. She looks to Jesse and winks at her "missed me?" she asks as she shuts the door behind her.
Jesse picks up the gun and shoots the man in the chest as he's distracted and confused. He falls to the ground, gasping for air now and reaching for his gun with one hand, the other on his chest, trying to stop the blood.
The woman kicks the gun on the floor aside and stepped over him, letting him lay there and suffer.
"It's about time you got here" Jesse says to her, her eyes narrowing down on her as the woman sits on the side of the desk, looking up at Jesse. "mm i wanted to make you wait just a little bit hun" she says with a teasing smile.
Jesse rolls her eyes and holsters her gun. "I've got the files i need. We need to get out of here" she says, stepping around the desk and looking down at the man.
"finish him off. I was told to get something from the back" she says bluntly. The woman slips off of the desk and runs her hand along her arm before slipping it around her waist. Jesse looks down at her "what?"
"i dont care much for your job. But it's odd to see you've stooped so low…" she says, resting her head on Jesse's shoulder as they watch the man's life slip from his body, blood spurting out of his chest and onto the floor.
"Zander…" Jesse grumbles, looking down to her. In which she looks up to her, giving her a smile, black lipstick painted on her lips.
"We will talk about this later" Jesse replies looking away. This wasn't something she needed to talk to her about here.

His mother's voice calling his name snaps him out of his thoughts. A sting of hope pierces his chest as he took in a sharp breath, his gray eyes locking onto hers.
"Hm?" he asks, confused now. His brows furrow.
"Is that your name? My daughter was just telling me about you. Are you her friend from school?" Yoori asks him kindly.
And with that his heart sinks…
Min-Hyuk smiles and nods "oh, yeah that's my name." he says queitly, his voice trying not to break. He clears his throat, blinking away a few tears.
He feels a hand on his own. His mothers.
Her skin is thin and her bones are frail. Her hand is shaky but she squeezes it firmly. "whats wrong lovely?" she asks him, her brows furrowed with concern.
Min-Hyuk shakes his head "oh im sorry. Spring is coming up. My allergies are kicking in early this year. Yeah i help her out a little. I wanted to come with her to see you today. I hope you dont mind that" he asks
She scoffs, shaking her head "oh of course i dont mind. You think you two could sneak me out of here? I hate being stuffed up in this room with nothing to do but read a book!" she gives a weak laugh.
"You'll get out of here soon momma." Seo Hyeon says with a soft smile, leaning towards her just a little. Her long hair falling in her face before she sweeps it back out of the way. "and when you do, we can cook together and i can take you to the new park down the street! It'll be amazing. I promise" she says, holding her pinky out.
Min-Hyuk blocks out any more conversation and looks back out of the window. He knew since they were family he was allowed in here so late at night. But he felt like he should leave. Like he's waiting for security to kick him out any second now.
Was he even considered family anymore? His own mother failed to remember him. What was his purpose of being here?
Min-Hyuk stands, the chair making a sudden scratchy noise as he pushes it back, making them all jump and look to Min-Hyuk.
"sorry im going to use the restroom real quick" he says to them, giving his mother's hand a small squeeze before letting go. He quickly slips around the corner out of the room and presses his back to the wall of the hallway. Min slides down to the floor as tears flood his eyes and he can do nothing put let them spill out over his splotchy red cheeks. His black hair falls into his face and sticks to his cheeks as he quietly sobs with his knees to his chest.

(I'm so sorry this took so long I needed to mentally recharge I should have said something but here it is lmk if it needs more details please!!!)

(oh you're fine! I love her!!!)

Name: Vera Kizuki
Age: 19
Gender/pronouns: female she/her
Sexuality: straight but gives off bi vibes
Shipping: open to shipping!
Appearance(ethnicity, skintone, height, weight, eye color, hair color and style and length. Style of clothing, and body type.): well she's part Latino, she has a like a dark caramel skin tone, she's around 5'9 (6'0 with her roller blades) she's a bit beefy so I would say she's probably 165lbs, she has dark brown hair color and her style is very retro and flannels. She's tall and beefy. She's pretty strong of course not as strong as Thomas.
Personality: she's a very bouncy person, she does a lot of things just for the thrill of it and loves to take risks. She's a bit slow and has no care for her personal safety.
Backstory: to be discovered!

Name: Lukas Devereaux, goes by Lucky
Age: 21
Gender/pronouns: Male, he/him
Sexuality: Demisexual
Shipping: Sure, but be prepared for this to take a minute.
Appearance: Lucky is roughly 5'8"/1.7m tall and weighs around 135lbs/61kg. He's lean but not skinny, and has disproportionately large hands and feet for his height. He's got honey blonde hair, and suffers from uncombable hair syndrome (It's a real thing, look it up!), which means his hair never cooperates. As he's gotten older, it's started to curl, leaving him with a head of extremely unruly curly blonde hair, which he usually keeps shorter than 6". His eyes are a light brown and are almond shaped. His nose is aquiline, but is bent just a bit as a result of a break years ago. He has no intentional facial hair, but does grow reddish-blonde stubble. He's got full lips but a rather small mouth, making his face an interesting shape. Not handsome, per se, but interesting. His torso and legs follow normal proportions, other than his hands and feet. If he gets very tired, he limps on his left leg from an old knee injury. However, he doesn't tire easily because he's generally fit. Not a gym-rat, but fit. He can usually be found in cargo shorts or pants (when its cold), with a flannel shirt and maybe a hooded poncho in the rain or the cold, and Timberland boots, always Timberlands. His color pallet leans towards green, blue, and brown, largely because he enjoys nature.
Personality: Lucky is a generally easy-going, laid back individual. He enjoys peace and quiet, he loves being outside, and he loves books. He speaks French, German, Esperanto, English, and a little bit of Spanish. His talent for languages comes as a result of him being generally friendly and willing to talk to strangers. However, he has a clock-stopping French accent (which I won't reflect in his writing style, because that would be horrifically unreadable. You'll just have to imagine.) He isn't extroverted, he prefers his quiet, but he's never rude about it, and will willingly make friends. However, things that irritate him, irritate him quickly. He also works very hard to keep his temper in check, but when he loses it, you better move. He's a protective individual, sometimes to a fault. He can also be fiercely independent when the mood strikes him, particularly if he's upset. He's capable but not overconfident.

Backstory: Lucky is from France. His dad is French, his mom German, and they met studying abroad. They got married, had Lukas, had his little sister, then split up. His mom moved back to Germany and Lukas and his sister went with her, but Lukas spends a most of his time at his dad's place in France. His mom has remarried, and his stepdad and he don't get along, so he stays away, mostly only going to visit his sister. His dad has stayed single since the split, and he and Lucky travel a lot. Lucky has been part of the Federation de Scoutisme Francais (the French equivalent of the Boy Scouts) since he was little, and he and his dad often enjoy camping together. Lucky has also been a part of various martial arts classes over the years; scouting and his combat classes have turned him into a soft-core survivalist. Rather than going to university, after high school, he has been travelling around and living off the land in Europe. His dad came on some trips with him, but in the last year, they found out he had cancer. His dad passed away and Lucky came to the States, partially to visit an aunt and uncle who have a ranch out by the Rockies, but also to grieve in private.

Lucky tossed another log on the fire, before sitting down on the rock by his sleeping bag. He'd been sleeping just fine till that wolf had howled. It had spooked Sinjoro, and the horse had squealed till Lucky had rolled out of bed to go calm him down. 15 minutes later, he was still wide awake, even though it had been quiet out here since. The fire was dying, so he'd built it back up, trying to keep warm in the mountain winter. Convincing Tante Sophia to let him camp out up here for the weekend had been difficult, but with Uncle Tim on his side, he'd made it out without her scolding him too much. He knew she cared a lot, and only fussed because she didn't want him to be alone but… sometimes the silence of the mountains was nice.

And sometimes some peace and quiet from his 4 cousins was a necessity.

Lucky loved them, he really did, and they'd been very kind while he'd been staying with them since-… since Dad died… but honestly, sometimes they were SO LOUD. And with 4 of them, no place was quiet. He couldn't hide in his room, because he shared a room with a cousin. If he hid in the stable with the horses, someone would find him while they did their chores. If he went out in the pastures with the cows, he could sometimes still hear their laughter and playful shouting echoing across the flat ranchlands from the house. No, the only really quiet place out here was up in the mountains, with just the falling snow and his horse.

And the wolves, apparently.

Which reminded him. He dug his poncho out of his pack and unwrapped his tools. If there were predators around, being armed wasn't a bad idea. He pulled his hatchet and knife out of their pouches before he remembered his uncle's recent gift. Oh. Right. He stood up and went back over to where Sinjoro was tethered to a small pine. He had put the 9mm Glock 22 in his saddle bags, thinking he wouldn't need it, but it would definitely be better than trying to defend himself with a knife. He stuck the gun in his belt, and paused to nuzzle his horse's forehead.

"It's a beautiful night, Sinjoro." He looked up at the sky. "Think Dad can see the stars from heaven? Or maybe… maybe he IS a star now." That'd be cool. He walked back and flopped down on his sleeping bag, staring up at the stars. Dad, if you're a star, burn bright.

He lay there till morning, dozing a little, but mostly watching the stars and listening to the mountain sounds.

Lexie was laying almost completely on Alex's lap with a blanket, wrapped around her she had just woke up and started watching what was on the tv Alex had switched if whatever kid show was on to the news they were speaking of the recent peace treaty that once she realized it was the news to groaned and rolled over looking up at Alex
"What's your deal I thought you were asleep " Alex looked down at lexie with a smirk on her face
Lexie rolled her eyes before answering Alex "your stupid news woke me up me what happened to the show I was watching?"
Lexie had an attitude problem when she was tired so she wasn't the easiest to get along with but she was still a very nice little girl Alex just sat there shaking her as as she turned the tv back to levies show she she would hopefully fall asleep soon

Eldora was still lying face first on her bed, but she was feeling better. So, she decided to try walking again; she couldn't think of much else to do. Hastily putting on her scarf and coat, she walked outside. It was alright; the stars seemed normal again. Maybe she'd just been nauseous when she first got up. She took out some money, she'd decided to get some food while she was out here. She scanned the streets for a good looking fast food place to spend the dollars she had on her at the moment on, finally walking into a McDonalds to get some breakfast. She looked around the crowd and it seemed to kinda twist, though she noticed it was just a trick of her eyes. She was still a little worried, after all.

(Sorry I took so long, I had activities.)