forum You may be dead, but never forgotten. Zombie group rp OPEN!!!

Started September 17, 2022 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

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Peregrine jumped Angela started to get upset, cowering a bit in his chair. His parents used those words a lot, to him and each other and to the general idea of zombies. He hesitated for a moment, unsure what to do. Clearly Angela didn't like what Jesse was doing to her because it hurt, but it also seemed like what Jesse was doing was important. There was something stuck in Angela's leg that shouldn't be in there.

"It's… it's okay. She's helping you, I think." Pip assured Angela, holding onto her hand as well as he could with his own being injured. "She should be done soon…" He looked over to see what Jesse was doing and paled at the sight of the wound, quickly looking away.

Ryuu walks down the eerie hallway of the hospital, blood splattered on his face and shirt. It was hard to tell whether or not it was his.
His body aches non-stop as he heads towards the dimmed, broken exit sign.
His ginger hair flops in his face, the strings of golden blocking his already blurry vision. Ryuu holds a hand up to his forehead, wiping blood off of it only to feel a sharp pain in his head.
that's….definitely mine… he thinks to himself with a heavy sigh. In his hands he holds a rather large knife duct-taped to the end of a stick. (:D) Covered in blood and…is that? Well hell it is. A piece of zombie scalp and a clump of hair was wedged in between the thick wood and blade. He tries his best not to gag as he shoved his shoulder against the large metal door, leaning all of his weight onto it.
The door opens and the crisp air rushing over Ryuu reminds him that he's alive. He's not one of the dead yet.
Not yet…
He takes in a deep breath, the air so nice and cold it almost stings his nose and throat as it travels down to his lungs. Ryuu smiles, relief flooding over him as he stands at the edge of the railing on the third floor of the hospital.
He slumps down on the railing, looking across the street to an apartment building. Maybe he could make his way there and stay there for the night.
No- he needs to keep on moving.
He closes his eyes, dozing off quickly and letting his body's muscles loosen and relax before quickly jolting back awake. "okay maybe one night" he says to himself, rubbing his eyes. Immediately regreting it, he quickly gets the edge of his long sleeved shirt and wipes the blood out of his eye as best he can. Ryuu has never been one to curse, so instaed he just says "oh goodness gracious!" in a very panicked tone instead.
After he's able to see clearly, he picks the makeshift speak back and heads down the stairs into the streets. He walks slow, but not like a zombie. He always made sure not to walk like one nobody how much he related to them sometimes, in fear of someone shooting him without trying to figure out.
He looks around the street.
Its so….empty. Barren.
This spring, the snow had started to melt a little while ago and now all that was left was mud and new vines sprouting up from the ground to take over the buildings that no longer belonged to the human race. Not anymore.
He crosses the street into the apartment building, looking around the main lobby before making his way up the stairs.
He makes sure his footsteps are soft and his breathing was steady. As steady as he could make it anyway.
Ryuu's vision starts to go blurry again and his head spins
did i hit my head that bad? I really need to find a safe place to lay down he thinks to himself, adjusting the large brown backpack on his pack.
Soon he hears footsteps. Not zombie like footsteps. Human footsteps. He can hear footsteps yet no sound of the terrible groaning of the zombies.
Was there another person here? Or was he hallucinating?
"Hey!" he calls out weakly. It was a dangerous thing to try but he had to do something. Ryuu leans against the wall of the building, clinging onto the railing as he tries to avoid the weak spots in the stairs himself. It had only been six months so it wasnt too bad, but every now and again there was some sort of black spot or whole or missing tiles that Ryuu wasn't willing to take any chances on. Especially not in the state he's in now.
"Is somebody there? Please help me" he asks. His voice was as soft as it normally was, but a tinge of desperation could be heard. Sincerity.

To say Frenchie jumped when she heard actual words for the first time in God knows how long was the understatement of the century. The shock that shot up her spine nearly made her trip over her own feet and faceplant into the sewer grate in the street below her. She whipped her head around a couple of times, making sure the sound hadn't attracted any zombies before going to seek out the source of it.

Considering she only heard instead of saw, logic would state that the person was inside a building. And since he, or at least it sounded like a he, had only asked if someone was there, she could assume he couldn't see her. So in a building close enough that he could hear her footsteps but not close enough to see her.
So Frenchie turned her attention to the abandoned apartment building she had been about to pass by. Seemed like a good place to start, right? And walking in the door, indeed it was.

Imagine her surprise when, clinging to the railing in the stairwell like it was some kind of lifeline, Frenchie saw another living being. A living being who wasn't going to be living much longer if he stayed the way he was but living nonetheless.
"Holy hell in a handbasket, you scared the fuck outta me." She huffed, deciding that making sure this guy survived wasn't the worst use of her time as she marched forward to take a closer look at him.
"Sit down before you pass out, the last thing I need is you cracking your skull open on these damn stairs. I've got some medical supplies with me but I'm no surgeon and you really wouldn't want me poking around inside your head."

(Poor Ryuu he doesn't know what I just signed him up for 👹👹👹)

(Frenchie, I'm sorry, but the softness is coming. There's nothing you can do to stop it. The sass isn't going anywhere though. That's staying)

Peregrine jumped Angela started to get upset, cowering a bit in his chair. His parents used those words a lot, to him and each other and to the general idea of zombies. He hesitated for a moment, unsure what to do. Clearly Angela didn't like what Jesse was doing to her because it hurt, but it also seemed like what Jesse was doing was important. There was something stuck in Angela's leg that shouldn't be in there.

"It's… it's okay. She's helping you, I think." Pip assured Angela, holding onto her hand as well as he could with his own being injured. "She should be done soon…" He looked over to see what Jesse was doing and paled at the sight of the wound, quickly looking away.

Angela looked over at Peregrine and managed to muster up a soft smile "im okay it just hurts is all, just try not to look at it its not a pretty sight it doesn't feel the greatest either but i won't bring that up again " her voice was pained but she did well covering it up fot the boy do he was scared

(Poor Ryuu he doesn't know what I just signed him up for 👹👹👹)

(Frenchie, I'm sorry, but the softness is coming. There's nothing you can do to stop it. The sass isn't going anywhere though. That's staying)

(She will be overwhelmed with the soft vibes!! But he was also be overwhelmed with the sass!! >:3)

Ryuu's eyes flutter shut slowly as his vision darkens. He leans all of his body weight on the railing before sliding down to sit on the stairs.
His breath is raspy and shallow, almost sounding as if Darth Vader and someone with asthma had a baby. He rests his head on the stairs, the tile pressing into his cheek as he tries his best not to drift off into sleep.

He hears the footsteps of someone else and with that, he lets himself relax. Surely nobody was going to try and kill him?
Right?
RIGHT??
He starts to panic as his anxiety rises in his chest and his head. Ryuu pushes himself to face wherever the voice was coming from, leaning his back against the stairs in a dizzy haze. He sees a woman in front of him. She was a rather small thing but she was human nonetheless.
Ryuu isn't able to take in all of her features as he's barely able to take in his surroundings without passing out.
"im-im sorry uhm" he mumbles, groaning in pain as his hand goes to his head. His head injury was really catching up to him.
"i just need to take a nap. Im fine really" he says with a weak wave of his hand. "It's not like im bleeding out or anything"
Ryuu-was in fact- bleeding out from the head. And it was painfully obvious. But being him, he would much rather not have her have to deal with his problems. They weren't hers to be burdened with! Right?

Jesse stops what she's doing (poor Angela bro) to look at Shaun, staring at him blankly as he blabbers on trying to insult her. Though she holds in a laugh when it sounded like…
Wait…. is he trying to brag about being a murderer? Yeah, thats a great way to survive out here. Let people know you're crazy.
When he leaves Jesse lets out a heavy sigh, shaking her head "i think baby man is drunk. I dont want him in my RV" she says to Cherry before pulling her attention back to Angela's wound, using the other end of the tweezers to pry it out.
After a lot of struggling, pinching, squeezing, and prying, the bullet reaches the surface of the wound and almost like popping a pimple, Jesse squeezes the skin underneath it and the bullet shoots out, hitting her in the face with a small thud before the bloody thing clatters to the floor.
She looks up to Angela "done" she says with a nod, very proud of herself. "time to stitch"

After a few moments when Jax leaves his line of sight along with his dog, Cassius lets out a heavy breath, comforting Ophelia.
He looks down to her when the coughing stops but the streams of tears still falling down her cheek as she shivers, a breeze of cold air flows through the forest. "Are you alright, hun?" he asks his daughter, swiping wet strands of hair out of her face as she sniffles.
She nods "its okay" she sniffles again. "where did they go?" she asks, blinking and looking around.
"They went home." He replies simply.
She looks to the clothes floating in the water "why? We aren't done" Fia looks up to him with big glossy eyes.
"i told them to so Phoenix didn't hurt you again"

While Fia and Cass continued their conversation, they finished washing the clothes in the cold river. And "they" as in Cassius washed them while Fia tried to count how many bugs she could find and kiss.
"thats five!!" she says, holding up a large beetle, giving it a kiss on its back. It unfolds its wings in her face before flying away and out of her hands. "Bye Ham!" she calls to the bug, waving happily.
Cassius looks up to her from the river, wringing out the last peice of clothing before setting it in the basket and picking it up. "Ham?" he asks with a chuckle.
"Yeah! That's his name!" she says jumping over to him.
"Oh thats a really nice name for a beetle. Good job Fia" he says as they make their way back to the house.
Cassius wasn't looking forward to talking to Jax when he got home, but he knew he should if he didn't want any hard feelings floating around them with every interaction.
So on their way back, Cassius brainstorms how he can bring it up to Jax, what he's going to say, winning fake arguments in his head, etc, while Fia prances around the fields of melting snow and new grass.
They reach the large house, stepping up to the front porch and setting the clothes down before knocking and stepping in. Something Cassius always did before entering the house. "Jax!?" he calls.
"Jax!!" Fia yells out to him "where are you?!"

Phoenix’s head poked up when she heard the others enter the house. She got up on paws, staring at the open door before darting up the stairs, her tail tucked between her legs. She weaseled her way into Jax’s room, hopping onto his bed, curling up next to her owner protectively. She licked the tears off his face, comforting him and nuzzling her wet nose against his cheek to see if she could get him to smile. Phoenix was unsuccessful. This doggie could sense her owner's distress, laying her head on top of his side. Although, him being unresponsive to her efforts drove her little doggie mind crazy. She whined in his face, trying to get him to say something.

Jax, however, wasn’t in the mood to speak to anyone, not even his dog. Hearing the door shut and voices call his name struck anxiety into his heart. He remained silent, trying to get Phoenix to stay quiet and stop from laying on him. His body faced the wall, the quilt blanket pulled up to his neck. He definitely didn’t want to talk to Cass or look at Fia. He didn’t feel like getting lectured or yelled at. He didn’t feel like moving or showing the guilt on his face. As he planned before, he thought it was better for him to leave, getting rid of two problems.

Ophelia looks around with big eyes, her brows furrowed in worry and confusion "where is he?" she asks her dad. "Jax!?"
Cassius lets out a heavy sigh when there was no response, watching the dog run away up stairs. "He's upstairs i assume" he says softly, lost in thought.
He knew Jax didn't want to talk to him. Who would want to talk to someone after they got so mad they basically told them to "get out of my sight".
Though Cassius was a special case who loved to talk EVERYTHING out. Any problems they had he needed to solve it and make it right. But how was he going to do that?
He looks down to her "im gonna go up and talk to him. Can you stay inside until i come back down?" he asks Fia.
She nods before running up the stairs, wanting to get out of her soggy clothes. Cassius follows her up the stairs, though instead of going into his room, he knocks on Jax's door.

Frenchie resisted the strong urge to facepalm. This guy wasn't serious, was he? Well, she wasn't about to wait around and find out. Instead, she huffed and came forward, dropping her bag onto the ground to dig through it for her well worn med bag. "How do I always manage to find the dumb ones, am I an idiot magnet or something?" She mumbled indignantly as she yanked the med bag out of the bottom of her pack with such force it almost sent her toppling backwards. Maybe she should learn not to pack her bag so tightly, then she wouldn't risk falling over trying to get something out. But that was a problem for not "in the middle of an apocalypse" her to deal with.

Frenchie sorted through the items until she found the small pack of guaze and tiny bottle of disinfectant she carried, deciding to pull out a spare needle and suture thread she'd collected from the last time she'd raided a hospital just in case. When Frenchie stepped up to get a proper look at the injury, she couldn't help but notice how many stairs she had to climb to do it. I mean, she could obviously see the guy was tall which only served to irritate her further but this was unfair.
"Just stay still, I can't tell how much blood you've lost and don't need you losing more." She huffed, settling down behind him and cradling his head between her knees so she could take a proper look. "And don't you dare pass out on me, not until I have your head in order."

(She's tough she'll be fine XD)

Angela kept her head turned away doing her best not to scream she took deep a deep breath and refused to look at what jesse wad doing Jesus fuck it felt like she was just playing around in her leg this was unbearable after the bullet was finally removed she let out a breath she had been holding she pain was still there definitely but it had subsided at the mention of stitches the area around the wound ached and she nodded "we should probably sterilize it first and whatever your using, it already infected.."

Peregrine kept his eyes closed, not liking the gore and Angela's distress. He just held a bit tighter to her hand, but gasped softly in pain from the pressure on his wounds. His heart was racing and he looked stressed for a variety of reasons. He jumped at the sharp sound of the bullet clattering on the metal floor of the RV, not particularly fond of loud noises, and tentatively opened his eyes. The amount of blood made him woozy and dizzy again and he swayed in the chair for a moment before he screwed his eyes shut again.

Phoenix’s ears perked up, hearing the heavy footsteps clamber up the stairs. She put her paws over Jax side, her paws sinking into his wet shirt. The collie dog watched the door tentatively, sniffing the air for a scent. Once she recognized the scent, a small growl came from her throat. And when she saw the man whose anger had pierced her doggie heart and place distrust into her, who had hurt her owner, she barked at him. Phoenix was protecting Jax from more anger and hurt. But Jax was used to hurt. He grabbed Phoenix, holding her in his arms as he sat up. His hair was still damp with water. His entire outfit was still damp from the excursion at the river. Looking over at Cass, his eyes darted away from Cass to look at one of the walls. Guilt had ruined his face. Unfortunately, there was nothing to look at. The walls were plain. Jax looked back over at Cass, his body trembling from the onset cold. His eyes seemed to stared past Cass, where they drifted to look at something in the hallway. “What?” He mumbled harshly. He didn’t want to talk— at all. There was nothing for him to talk about. Nothing at all. It was his fault he couldn’t predict the fact his dog would knock Fia down into the water. That’s it. Move on. Jax held his tongue, not saying anything else to Cass.

Ryuu stays sitting on the stairs, his head hurting and his eyes burning. His golden, thin-framed glasses are crooked on his face and his hair in a curly tangled mess.
"It's called being considerate" he says in a whisper "you don't need to help me" Ryuu tries his best to explain it to her in his drowsy state.
He watches her fumble, trying to lean forward to help her. He's lucky she was able to balance herself because he wouldn't have been able to catch her in the shape he is in.
Ryuu lets out a raspy, weak sigh before sitting back when she's settled down behind him. He leans his head back into her and closes his eyes, able to relax for the first time in a while. Ryuu wasn't normally as free with who touches him but in this case he genuinely might be bleeding out so he would gladly accept help.
And a more embarrassing factor is that he hasn't felt a single caring touch from another (alive) human being in…. well sadly Ryuu's lost track. But it's at least been a few months since he's talked to someone, let alone touch them.
He looks up to Frenchie, taking off his glasses with shaky hands and pulling his hair out of his face, revealing his freckle covered forehead. There was a small gash above his eyebrow that looked as if he had been hit with the corner of a table. Multiple times.
Blood had dripped into his eye, coating his blonde eyelashes. "Im Ryuu….by the way" he says, closing his eyes again. "thank you"

Angela put her arm around Peregrinea and lightly patted his his shoulder "im okay, it just hurts a bit that's all just need to clean it and stich it up and ill be good as new." It was hard to tell if Angela was just being nice for Pereginea's well being or hers it might have been both who knows

Peregrine nodded, still keeping his eyes closed for now. Seeing Angela's reaction only made him more nervous about getting his wounds treated; he'd had rubbing alcohol on small scrapes enough to know that his hands were going to hurt ten times worse. He curled in on himself with a soft whimper. Of course, his hands really did need to be treated, but that didn't quell his fears about it at all. Not to mention, Jesse's bedside manner was definitely not the best.

Cherry watched as Angela got the bullet taken out of her, of course, she'd never seen anything like that before the apocalypse happened and every time someone had been brought in a rough shape, they would always mistake Cherry for the person who took care of others when they were injured. Cherry knew nothing of the sort. Putting pressure on a wound when someone was bleeding out was common sense, or so she believed, so that wasn't a huge problem, but how to get a bullet out? That was a little more involved and she was not for all of that. So when Jesse managed to do just that, her eyes were bright with curiosity, the expression on her face in surprise yet at the same time admiring the handiwork.
When Jesse addressed her she sort of snapped out of it and looked towards to door where the guy had exited. She wasn't gonna lie, the guy absolutely terrified her. He seemed like the type to do unpredictable things, and in her mind, that was worse than the zombies. It was hard for her not to be nervous just then.
"Would you like me to close the door?" She asked Jesse, not sure what to do, her eyes landing on Peregrine whose eyes were closed, not wanting to see what was going on with Angela. Cherry felt for him, but he was in good hands, his mother had him, even though she was injured.
Since Angela hadn't said anything at the time Cherry had spoken to her, she assumed the kid was hers and that she didn't want to talk to her, which was fine. Cherry had nothing against anyone so if someone ignored her and wished to be far away from her, she only accepted that, it wasn't a big problem, only that it hurt her feelings a little, but that feeling would soon go away too.

She looks up to Cherry and shakes her head "No." she says plainly "i don't want him in here but i will deal…i guess" she shrugs.
"did you run into anybody on your trip?" She asks her.
Yeah she didn't like Shaun, but she felt as if Cherry wouldn't be too happy with her if she would just lock him out there to die. And even though ones can survive without a car and many do, Jesse believed he wouldn't last a single night without a hunk of metal protecting him and his cat-who Jesse thinks should definitely be eaten for that horrible name.
When Angela speaks, Jesse e nods "Yeah yeah' she mumbles, rolling her eyes as she pulls the almost empty bottle of disinfectant. She dampened a cloth with it and cleans the wound and around it before taking the sutures and needle off the table. "i start from bottom of wound" she says, pressing the needle into her skin.
No, her work wasn't very clean or professional but it got the job done.
Kind of.
Jesse was never the perfectionist type, or at least the type that cared about the other persons feelings. So unless she was stitching up herself or someone she deepy cared about, she was rather reckless with her work. If you could even call it that.

( @adaras im sorry i didn't see that cherry had spoken to her!)

Angela nodding looking over to the window and mumbled under her breath, She shook her head and bit her lip at the light sting from the medication and then the burning of something going into the wound "¡Gah! ¡Cuidado con lo que haces, idiota!". Angela shifted in the seat squeezing her eyes shut she hated the fact the jesse was the one doing this and it pussed ger of how she did something like this so foolishly

Ryuu stays sitting on the stairs, his head hurting and his eyes burning. His golden, thin-framed glasses are crooked on his face and his hair in a curly tangled mess.
"It's called being considerate" he says in a whisper "you don't need to help me" Ryuu tries his best to explain it to her in his drowsy state.
He watches her fumble, trying to lean forward to help her. He's lucky she was able to balance herself because he wouldn't have been able to catch her in the shape he is in.
Ryuu lets out a raspy, weak sigh before sitting back when she's settled down behind him. He leans his head back into her and closes his eyes, able to relax for the first time in a while. Ryuu wasn't normally as free with who touches him but in this case he genuinely might be bleeding out so he would gladly accept help.
And a more embarrassing factor is that he hasn't felt a single caring touch from another (alive) human being in…. well sadly Ryuu's lost track. But it's at least been a few months since he's talked to someone, let alone touch them.
He looks up to Frenchie, taking off his glasses with shaky hands and pulling his hair out of his face, revealing his freckle covered forehead. There was a small gash above his eyebrow that looked as if he had been hit with the corner of a table. Multiple times.
Blood had dripped into his eye, coating his blonde eyelashes. "Im Ryuu….by the way" he says, closing his eyes again. "thank you"

"Frenchie. Now shut your mouth, I need to concentrate." She responded curtly as she looked at the cut he showed to her. It was small, thank God, but was pretty deep. Alright, that could be a problem. "Could just leave it but I don't wanna risk pulling it further open. Looks like stitches it is, Frankenstein." She sighed, really not wanting to have to use her thread but didn't feel like having her morality yell at her later.

Frenchie cracked her neck and got to work, starting on cleaning the wound and her needle because God forbid something not be clean and he get an infection. "This'll sting." She murmured before putting the gauze to his cut, working quickly before prepping her needle. "Stay still, I don't need to stick you where I shouldn't." She warned before setting the needle in motion.
Frenchie was actually pretty skilled with a needle, though it was unclear if that was because of the apocalypse or not. But her stitches were clean and went quickly, snapping the thread and tying it off before realizing she'd forgotten the medical tape and swearing under her breath. "You think you're okay enough for me to move?"

Name: Bane Malice

Age: 24

Gender/pronouns: Male he/him

Sexuality: Gay

Shipping: If you can convince him, but he’s lonely

Appearance: He is 6’5, about 207 lbs. He had tousled ebony hair with short bangs that slightly cover his right eye. It’s ear length and short in the back. His hair is always described as fluffy. It’s like a trap for water. Bane has upturned eyes with sweeping eyelashes. His eyebrows are arched. He has an aquiline nose and has a kink in it from a fight. He has a cupid's bow. His face is diamond in shape. His eyes are a reddish-brown onyx with amber specks. Has sectoral heterochromia in his right eye. Part of it is a light blue. He has a mocha skin tone and his body is sturdy, and he’s fit. He is defined as lightly muscled meaning in regions like his arms, muscles will be slightly defined. He has broad shoulders. His hands are large but delicate. Bane has a few scars from a cat over his right eye. He doesn’t like the scars, but he embraces them as a reminder he's strong. They show up as darkish pink. He has a small scar on his neck. It shows up as darkish pink.
Clothing: A black jacket with a buckle at the top to clasp it closed. He wears a red t-shirt underneath his jacket. He has a leather belt to hold his basic weapons he stole. Wears black jeans and black boots. He wears a beaded necklace. He also wears one little hoop earring on his right ear and three on his left.

Here’s a lil unfinished drawing of him:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1AiKF1sM51QHWeM-hPKvlKuWZnKsM1bkC/view?usp=sharing (Um, so, he’s usually a hellhound, but ignore all those features. He is not that in this. I tried to delete all mentions to him being a hellhound in my sheet, but they might not all be gone)

Personality: Bane has a fearless demeanor with strong convictions and speaks out when questioned. He’s willing to put himself through any level of danger or agony to protect the people he's attached to. As a logical person, he wants to express himself greatly but can be largely concerned with practical application than theory.However, Bane can be blunt, it being part of his direct thinking and forthright communication. He is a born leader who tries to remain calm in high-pressure situations. His antagonism may irritate, but his attempts to be kind are not in vain. Bane is passionately affectionate to his loved ones and incredibly compassionate, especially with little animals and small children. Putting others' feelings and emotions last makes him seem inconsiderate.

Being impatient makes him work at his own speed, hindering his ability to slow down if someone is struggling. He must exert effort to concentrate for a long time. He is protective of friends and family, which makes it difficult for him to see different points of view. He always chooses loyalty when fighting and protecting people from threats. Being overprotective forces him to protect friends and family from things he perceives as threats, leading to injury. He isn’t afraid to tread into new, dangerous territory without considering the implications. He might break a few rules and receive a lecture. This leads to his stubbornness which makes him appear to be difficult.

Being as stubborn as Bane is, he presents a brief apology or sensitivity, then goes on his way. If influence is presented through habits, lifestyles, or views, he becomes irritated and abrupt. He’s bored easily. When something is finished or understood, his interest is lost. He goes to find something better.

Cassius stands there until he's given a reply. Though when that reply came in the form of a bark from the dog, he takes a deep breath. Today was all about patience it seemed.
He raises his eyebrows, eyeing the dog in disbelief for a moment. Cass wasn't around dogs much growing up, as his mother didn't like them ever since Cass got into an accident with one when he was little. It only affected him for a little bit when he was a child, but he's grown out of fear. Dogs were great. Cassius had no reason to think other wise even after he was attacked by one or after Phoenix almost drowned his daughter.
But he wasn't about to let that slide. There was a reason Cassius had always been careful with the dog ever since Jax got here. And it was a good reason to.
When this dog barked at him, obviously he was pretty upset about it. He didn't even think dogs could comprehend something like this.
When Jax looked at him and spoke, Cass almost felt relieved. Until he heart what he said.
Raising his eyebrows again, he blinks. What in the world?
Cass sighs "grow up and face consequences Jax. This is the apocalypse and you're what? In your twenties? That may have been how you handled your problems back then, but not with me. Not now. Especially when you endangered my child Jax." Cassius says calmly, though annoyance was threaded all throughout his voice. Why did Jax feel the need to hide like a child? Especially at this age. This is was Ophelia does when she's in trouble. Not a grown human being.
Or Cass didn't think anyway.
"I don't want that dog in the house. The weather's' fine enough for it to be outside for now" He crosses his arms, looking at Jax.

Ryuus eyes widen and he purses his lips together so he wouldn't talk anymore. He gives Frenchie a nod before just starting up at her while she spoke.
At the mention of stitches with no way of numbing didn't sound so great to Ryuu. But he would live. He didn't really have much of a choice. It was either stitches or bleeding out with an infected wound.
"you can do whatever you feel is necessary" he says quietly. He so desperately wanted to make conversation with her.
I mean come on! This was the first person he's seen in so long!! Why wouldn't he want to talk to her!?
Maybe he would be able to after this. Ask her all sorts of questions. Like what kind of name is Frenchie? What's its origin? Is it short for anything? He assumed it was. It fit her though. Or at least he thought it did. He was scared to tell her that in case she told him to shut up again.
"This'll sting"
At her words, he flinches, squeezing his eyes shut and scrunching his nose. And yeah, it did sting! At one point in the process Ryuu was sure he cursed under his breath!
Possibly though. Cursing was something Ryuu didn't tend to do often, if at all. And especially around other people!

When it was all over, Ryuu takes a quick breath, still feeling as if he's going to pass out; if not more so now!
Ryuu wanted to stay right where he was for a moment, but he doesn't let that show on his face. He sits up and suddenly his vision turns black and his head is dizzy.
Curse his iron deficiency and the fact that he sat up too quickly.
"ow" he says, his skin and head still aching. "its fine" he says quietly.
"thank you… you didn't have to do that for me. So i appreciate it" he thanks her kindly.

"Yeah yeah, shush, I'm not done. Lay back down cause I'm not catching you if you stand up and pass out and so help me God if you fall and crack your head open, I'm leaving you here to bleed out." Frenchie quipped, pulling an ace bandage out of her med bag. "I still need to wrap it. The air here is disgusting, I don't need something getting into your stitches and giving you an infection."

Making her way back to him, she frowns at the confirmation that he is, indeed, tall. "Plus, I need to actually be able to reach what I'm working on, if you'd be so kind."