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

Started September 17, 2022 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

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Angela scoffed before pulling Peregrineback into her lap "hey nobody's running around without body parts knock it of everyone we're all tired and we're all on edge can we please take care of him so i can get this bulit outta my leg?!" ( Sorry it's super short)

Cherry gave a few pats to Ghabiun, smiling that at least there was someone who would greet her with open arms. Cherry had mostly done her own thing, keeping silent, only when Jesse asked her something or Cherry needed something, other than that, she didn't mind Jesse's company even though she could be a little spiky about the whole situation. Cherry didn't do well with spiky personalities so she kept her distance and it seemed like the guy would be another one to avoid, or well, she couldn't be so quick to judge, for all she knew, he could be just as nice.
"You know, it takes a little longer to go places when you have rotting people trying to tear the flesh of your bones," Cherry said casually, her attention back on the kid when he nodded.
Cherry opened the water bottle and offered it to the kid, a small smile on her face, though it looked sad as she realized there was not much she could do for him. Cherry had a soft spot for kids and even though she didn't want any of her own, she still found them adorable and sometimes amusing.
Once he was done drinking the water, Cherry waited a second before she asked any questions.
She listened to the guy try and explain himself, but Cherry was having none of it. Everyone was at fault here, this was a kid for god's sake, they shouldn't even have been arguing in the first place about meaningless things.
"Well, you two are surely doing a whole lot of good with a sick kid around," She said, gently pressing the back of her hand onto the kid's forehead and confirming that he too had a fever.
She sighed softly, frustrated that there was nothing she could do.
"I think the beans are a good idea, he at least needs to get something in his stomach. The candy bar can come later in case he doesn't like the taste of the beans" She spoke loud enough that she could be heard, but not so much as to startle the kid.
With fever came headaches and arguing and yelling only made things worse.

Jesse scoffs "its because America is full of pussy's who can't hold liquor" she says with a sneer.
She had always had a bad view of America, but so did she about almost every other country as well. But where she came from alcohol was very common and when someone got drunk quickly, they would be called something along the lines of an American.
Though his last comment genuinely irritated her. Where did he think we were? Did he think the world was sunshine and rainbows where you could pick what food you ate and at what temperature? Hell no! This was the apocalypse and Jesse had eaten some jacked up things for her and Ghabiun to stay alive. The kid was lucky to be given a can of beans, as that was just about the only normal food item she had!
"No kid wants to be in apocalypse fighting for their life but look at us now" she says to him angrily "obviously you had easy childhood"
Jesse's eyes snap towards Angela and she groans loudly "ugh" she says, rolling her eyes almost to the back of her head.
"multitask. Give me your leg" Jesse says kneeling down to her and swiping the first aid kit. With how frustrated she was at Shaun, she would have left the vehicle but when Angela spoke up, she figures she might as well get this over with.
She looks up to Cherry when she mentions the alternative if the kid doesn't like the beans. "You too!?" She exclaims "if it doesnt like beans, it can suck it up. It's starving, i dont think its going to be as picky as baby-man"

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Ophelia watches everything unfold, from the dog shaking water everywhere to Jax scolding her and watches as Phoenix stands by her fathers side only for a little while before attempting to play with him with the pants he was washing.
"be nice to her!!" she says to Jax grumpily. Cass give a sigh "its alright i don't mind" he says, turning to Jax "oh it's back at the house in the backyard. I can do it. LIke you said, it wont take long" he says, shrugging.
Cassius wrings out a few more articles of clothes and sets them in the basket, taking out another one to run along the metal and wooden wash board, splashing water into his face every now and again as he did.
Cleaning them this way wasn't the best way to get his clothes as clean as a washer and laundry detergent would, but this was way better than nothing that was for sure.
"we could use the trip to the city though" Cass says out of nowhere. "i don't want to try and live there of course. But we need supplies and you're right. More people would be nice to find" he says as he pulls a shirt above the water.

Shaun would've retaliated again, but the comment about his childhood definitely struck a nerve and made him shut up- at least for now. If you want to shut him up and make him angry in one go then definitely make assumptions about how his childhood must've been easy just because he's picky about what temperature food is. He glares after Jessie for a bit before shaking his head and looking off to the side, reaching up to adjust his hat as he taps his foot on the ground. "'Baby man', sure appreciate that. I'm sure you'd appreciate if I called you a stubborn bitch all the time, right? That would be so nice of me." He scoffs, honestly it's easy to tell his irritation was just ramped up x10. Whatever though, it's not like he wants to give Jesse more things to latch onto, so pretty quickly his face goes back to its normal blank expression. Not a lick of emotion to be seen, anywhere.

A smirk curves onto Jesse's full lips as she watches Shaun's feelings get hurt. Or that's what she assumed was happening.
Jesse didn't bother to think too hard on it, not caring much about what he would think about her. To be totally honest, there was nothing anybody could call Jesse that she hadn't been called before. Unless it was a compliment. Things like "pretty" or "nice" weren't exactly things Jesse was associated with.
Though Jesse remembered the one time Cherry called her pretty when they first met in the context of "intimidating pretty lady" which threw Jesse off, causing her to not talk to her for two days straight.
When Shaun scoffs, she hums to herself. Compared to what she's been called, that would be nice. But if only Shaun knew of the things Jesse has done, he would be calling her much worse than that.
"And he wonders why i call him baby man. He's about to cry" she mumbles to herself, though it was loud enough for anyone to hear, as she never had any volume control of her voice in the context of "reading the room".

Peregrine accepted the water bottle as well as he could, tentative at first since his hands were so tender, but more relaxed once he realized that the cool water bottle actually felt pretty nice on the hot wounds. So, he drank it more eagerly, trying to tune out the sound of everyone fighting, but unable to do so completely. The water helped him feel less like he needed to cry, though, and kept him a little bit more lucid and aware.

"Thank you, miss…" He said softly after he'd drank most of the water, still exhausted, but marginally improved condition wise. He hadn't ever had beans before, but he also wasn't in much of a position too care a lot about what he was eating. Anything was good at this point, anything that would keep him from starving, honestly. He coughed weakly and drank a bit more of the water, looking up at the adults bickering with each other in the RV.

(Guess who's too tired to form a new first post and is literally ripping her old one from the other thread? Me~)

Frenchie crinkled her nose as the smell of the decayed remains of a now thoroughly beaten walker reached her nose. She shook the blood off of her worn baseball bat as best she could before holstering it in it's usual loop in the utility belt around her waist before continuing down the empty city streets.

She needed to get out of here, she'd already stalled enough with her two week rest here and needed to keep moving. But to keep going meant another risky dash through the woods and she'd barely gotten out of the last one with her life, if the newly sewn patches on the old soccer jersey she always wore were any testament to it.

Frenchie took a quiet breath and made her way down another side street, constantly watching her back and ducking behind garbage cans and broken pieces of rubble when she needed. Because of her small stature, Frenchie found it was a lot easier for her to hide and find cover than most people. But that also made escape when she was cornered that much harder seeing as it made her stride that much shorter. But it's why she'd taken up running. If she couldn't be tall, she could certainly be fast.

Frenchie did as she does best in this broken city filled with dead people trying to eat her. Move to higher ground. So in she ducked to an old high rise apartment building and started up the stairs, leaping over decayed pieces and weak spots as she climbed quietly. Tomorrow. Tomorrow she would brave the woods and move forward.

"I don't think there's much of a choice here but have him eat the beans, I'm only saying he can have it after he's eaten the beans to get the taste out of his mouth if he doesn't like it" Cherry calmly explained, but hated how insensitive Jesse was at the situation. "It" was a kid. They didn't know any better and they needed to be cared for, not like an adult would be, but in a much kinder way. Cherry's parents were excellent at that. She missed them a whole lot but knew that she couldn't let their deaths get the best of her, at least, not right now while she was fighting for her life every day.
"Anyways, I think the main point here is that he has to eat, we don't have a whole lot, so we'll have to work with what we have" Cherry tried to not make Jesse angrier than she already was.
Cherry watched as Jesse went to help the young woman, still not knowing her name. Jesse didn't have to, she didn't have to help anyone and yet she did. It was curious to see, seeing how she made an effort to be mean to everyone, but still helped others.
Cherry looked over at the kid after she finished talking and gave him a slight smile.
"My name's Cherry, my actual name is a little long so Cherry it is, feel free to call me whatever you want. What about you? What should I call you?" She asked, feeling like she should also get the name of the other guy too, but he was already in a bad mood. Jesse had gone a little too far with that comment. It made her feel small and guilty, even when it wasn't directed at her. Cherry had come from a rich family, or well, semi-rich. They were on the higher end of the middle class, so her childhood had been easy, somewhat.
Cherry, however, did not comment on it. She learned to ignore hurtful type of words, a skill she only learned recently. She didn't know why having an easy childhood was being used as an insult, but it wasn't like anyone could control what kind of childhood they had.

Peregrine watched Cherry quietly as she spoke, not processing much of it. He decided that he liked her, if only because she was actually nice and tried to get the others to stop fighting. He didn't like fighting. When she addressed him and asked him name, he blinked a couple times and hesitated. After all, like he'd said earlier, his name was pretty long, but apparently Cherry's was too.

"Uhm… my name is pretty long too." He replied softly. "It's… P… Peregrine. B-But you can call me whatever you want! Like… like Percy, or Perry, or Pip, or…" He tried to think of other nicknames he'd been given before. Other children he'd spent time with before the apocalypse couldn't ever say his name. "Anything you want is fine, I don't… I don't mind." He glanced around at the other adults. None of them had heard his name until now either.

Shaun frowns before rolling his eyes, miming a 'blah blah blah' motion with his hand. He just silently observes the others conversing for a bit, the bill of his hat lowered slightly over his eyes. He sure has an expression on his face but it's definitely unreadable, usually when he has this "expression" on his face it means he's going to do something drastic and out of the blue to both distract himself, and make sure someone else doesn't continue the unnecessary hate train. He's just not sure what that drastic thing is yet, of course the first thing he thought of was to steal Jesse's RV but that was immediately shot down. 'But she's a jerk, she deserves to have it stolen' 'Sure, me, but she's also a jerk that'll gladly crush my head under the wheels of her RV and then feed our corpse to her scary ass dog'. He huffs to himself, like usual getting lost in an argument with his inner voice. It's a wonder he's alive, honestly I think his guns are the only things that have saved him so far. "..nice name, kid." He finally says something, thank god he didn't get lost in his own head. It's happened before!

Jesse messed with the inside of her lips as she focuses on the woman's leg, occasionally looking up to Cherry and leaving her smart ass remarks here and there so she wasn't forgotten about.
She smiles softly when Cherry decides to be on her side, talking about how the kid needs to eat. "thank you" she mumbles, not realizing she didn't speak up as she runs a cloth with rubbing alcohol over the wound, cleaning off the dried blood and the blood that was new as well. Cleaning the wound, she's finally able to see the wound clearly.
Definitely a bullet wound. No duh Jesse. You were already told that.
She pokes her head up at the mention of the word Pip "i like that one" she says bluntly "Pip" she says to herself, turning back down to look for her tweezers, making a 'P' motion with her lips as she lips the word Pip over to herself absentmindedly, her mind stuck on it.

It was hard for Cherry to not smile at the thank you, though it seemed like no one else had heard it, it was quite low, but Cherry was used to that, she made a special effort to know what everyone was saying since sometimes she would talk so low no one knew what she was talking about. It came from a place of wanting everyone to be included, even the quiet ones, which sometimes she could be.
Cherry took the empty water bottle from Pip when he was done.
"Pip it is then. I'll call you Pip from now on" Cherry said, sitting down, letting out a sigh of relief since she had been on her feet almost the entire day. She looked over at the guy who was strangely quiet after the discussion he and Jesse had. In a way, she felt bad for him, but knew that most could handle rough words from another person, not everyone was like Cherry, who she considered to be quite useless and very emotional. Getting things to survive would count as something but sometimes they weren't even good things, which made the thinking all the worse. Sometimes she wondered why Jesse just hadn't left her for dead.
As she thought about these things, she blinked slowly, suddenly feeling very heavy.
"Uhm, do we have the beans for Pip? I think it would do him some good right about now" She said, trying her best to hide how she really was by making herself somewhat useful.
"After you eat, you can sleep, and I'll go out tomorrow again and see if I can find anything better," Cherry said, looking at Jesse as she worked on Angela's leg, then looking away, trying to keep her mind from slipping.

"Okay… Pip is fine." Peregrine replied, to both Cherry and Jesse. Like he'd said, he wasn't particular about what nickname he was given as long as it wasn't an insult like he was used to. Now that people weren't fighting, despite it being because Shaun was upset, Pip seemed more relaxed. He yawned again and held Dog Man Jim close, although he avoided using his hands since they still hurt a lot.

"Eating and sleeping sounds good… I sleeped… slept in the trees 'cause, um… the zombies, and stuff. Getting down is kinda hard, though. Getting up is hard with my hands like this too." He hummed thoughtfully and looked down at Dog Man Jim, who still appeared to have some debris on him from outdoors. He brushed it off gently with the back of one hand.

Shaun eventually reaches up and adjusts his hat again, tapping his fingers against his seat before smiling. And it was the smile, not just a closed mouth smile, but his horrible distorted malformed stretchy smile. Honestly he knows his smile is bad but he doesn't know it's as bad as it is, so technically it's not his fault if he scares anyone. His smile is basically like the second coming of the apocalypse, if you see it then somethings going to happen. Something that may or may not be horribly morally wrong. He gets up and stretches his arms over his head, before turning his head to look at the others. Be scared, Jesse. "Yknow, my cat would tear your eyes out before you could give her to the dog. She's pretty special, I know because she gave me this-" He reaches up to tap the scar that runs down along his mouth, "When I looked at her the wrong way. She's insane, absolutely bananas!" ((Shaun honey you're having a blip of insanity just sit back down.

Phoenix whines when Cass doesn’t acknowledge her presence, jumping back over to Fia. She tackles the young girl, pushing her into the water. Jax frowned at the sight of his dog pushing Fia, thinking of the dark possibility Fia could drown. He started to moved towards the two, Phoenix barking her head off as she tried to get Fia to play with her. He stepped into the icy cold water, feeling the movement flow around his ankles. The current had gotten stronger over the limited time they were there. He was careful of the murky bottom, unaware what could be lurking beneath. He pulled Fia up and away from the dog before scolding Phoenix in Greek. Jax was now soaked from head to toe, shivering as the heat from his body was absorbed. He careful stepped out of the river, watching his every move. There was a small, steep ledge between him and the bank. Stepping on this ledge, he almost fell backwards into the icy water before catching his balance. He stepped over the ledge cautiously, glaring at Phoenix. “Sorry Fia, but little Phoenix here has caused a bit too much trouble.” He sighed, looking over to Cass.

“Maybe it’s best we head back home, isn’t it? Then I could fix that clothes line, and we can plan a trip to the city.” Jax searched for any emotion in Cass’s face, his own reflecting defeat. Picking up his socks and boots, he called for Phoenix. He was somewhat disappointed in his animal, leaving Cass to fish Fia out of the river. Taking a deep breath, he let the song of crickets surround him. It was strange that crickets were chirping in the day— or may it was cicadas. Anyway, he let the sounds of nature calm him, looking down at his soggy companion. “You look worse than a piece of soggy bread, Phoenix. You’ll need to be dried off before you’re allowed anywhere.”

Name: Ryuu Furukawa
Age: 22 (his birthday is on June 4th :)
Gender/pronouns: Male he/him you can call him anything and he wont mind though
Sexuality:
Shipping: haha yes please :D
Appearance: Sorry all these characters are really tall people, i just realized this.
But Ryuu stands tall at 6'2" and weighing in about 180lbs. He's half japanese half european but his japanese shows much more.
Ryuu has light cinnamon hair thats naturally curly (like a gingers) that he keeps in a middle part. It isn't very long, just going a little below his eyebrows, only sometimes covering them up.
Ryuu has more of an angular face shape and a prominent jawline. His facial features are very soft all around. He has pale-ish skin with freckles LITERALLY EVERYWHERE LIKE HE'S DROWING IN THEM HELP HIM PLEASE
Ryuu has a warmer sienna skin tone but like maybe a little lighter? His skin is absolutely covered in freckles and he has bad circulation. :,)
Because of this, his cheeks, elbows, fingers, knees etc, are most of the time very red. His cheeks especially are always darker and splotchy.
His lips would be considered on the thicker side, but i wouldn't say theyre thin nor super full. They have a nice angular shape to the cupids bow and he has a decently large nose, having a soft, wide curve in his nose.
Ryuu has soft, down turned baby blue eyes with blondish red eyelashes. He has a sweet, kind smile.
He's dehydrated often and he is muscular so his muscles are more prominent.
His not a huge huge guy though? He doesn't have very broad shoulders or torso. Nor are his muscles big, but they're definitely there. And its not a good thing. He diets often as well, not risking losing his job.
He has more of an upside-down diamond shape to his torso. He has rather feminine hands and really nice fingernails, always painted over with a nice clear-coat of nail polish to make them shiny. His skin is very healthy when it comes to dryness or cuticles looking cut or anything like that.
He doesn't stand out a lot but he's recognized often for the fact that he's in multiple magazines and models for companies like Vogue.
He doesn't have any piercings other than his earlobes, wearing small golden rings in them.
He often wears golden rings and occasionally a necklace.
Ryuu wears a golden pair of big round glasses with tortoiseshell patterned ends.
Ryuu's voice is on the deeper side but it's not ever scratchy. More smooth. He often shows a lot of his emotions in his voice and that's most likely empathy.
He has more of a sad sounding voice overall.
He wears sweaters most of the time and he always looks very nice. Though he'll wear mostly anything, that's just what he's most comfortable in.
He wears anything in style really, though you'll almost never find him in a darker style. More soft vibes. Like he looks like he belongs in a sunflower field with a picnic basket and a flower crown. And you know what? He does.
Normally his preference is sweaters with those collared shirts underneath them or turtle necks, and any sort of brown or soft colored pants. He has really nice lowkey shoes and wears really expensive watches on his wrists, the color mostly being gold.
His color scheme is mostly greens, oranges, browns, and golds. Warm colors for sure. Very soft colors and never anything too bright unless he's doing a shoot. Again, the apocalypse is upon us so fashion isn't his top priority rn.
Here are some paintings ive done of him along with his vibe!
https://pin.it/2ZkyERZ
https://pin.it/PoloXNT
https://pin.it/1rkF4B4

Personality: Ryuu is a very gentle person that tends to possible be shoved around a lot. Ive never had him in this setting so we'll see how he does.
He's very kind, worrisome, and an anxiety filled little guy.
But he's just a little guy :3
He loves collecting things such as flowers, bugs, books, and just about anything antique that fits his aesthetic.
He gardens too :)
anything else he often does is considered his profession, not a hobby. To him at least.
He's very self sacrificial and he tends to often keep things from people if he thinks it will protect them.
He's very sensitive (though its not a flaw per say)
But with that, he often mis-reads ones intentions and his feelings get hurt too often.
He's like a gentle teddy bear!

Backstory: Ryuu comes from a very rich family. His father was CEO of a company in Japan before he moved to America. His parents were never loving to him but instead forcing him into things he didn't want to be.
His profession before this was that he was a model for really big companies and he's been taken advantage of one too many times.
He's been manipulated into being a robot most of his life for his parents.
When the apocalypse started his parents were off on some sort of vacation and he hasn't seen them since.
He had a girlfriend and a best friend but he lost his bestfriend to himself about a year ago and his girlfriend had been trapped in one of the hospitals with her dying mom at the time of the outbreak. He's assumed she's dead.
All he has is himself trying to find others to help.

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.

When the dog tackles her, Ophelia falls down into the water, her head submerged. Cassius' heart plummets to his stomach before he drops everything and slips into the water as fast as he could, reaching towards Fia. She flails around for a moment or two before Jax grabs her away from the dog.
Cassius quickly heads towards Fia, letting the clothes float around in the river. He's careful not to slip on any of the flat rocks covered in the slick mud on the rivers bed when he takes Fia in his arms. His heart beats hard against his chest and he can feel his pulse in his ears, his hands shaking violently.
Water was never something you should take lightly nor be careless about, as it can end life so easily. He knew that more than most.
She coughs violently as she clings to Cass, tears and snot running down her face. "Hey hey you're okay baby. I've got you" he says softly, kissing the top of her head as he brings her back to the bank, patting her back. He sits her on the rivers ledge on a large rock before looking to Jax.
All over his face spelled disappointment as its etched into his furrowed brows and his eyes glaring up at him. His lips hadn't the hint of kindness in them at the moment. This was his child and Cassius didn't take this situation lightly. In fact, he could have taken this much more seriously than he already did.
"Go home." he says to him, his blonde hair plastered against his face and water drips from his clothes.
Ophelia continues to cough, water still coming up through her mouth and nose.
"Take your dog and go to the house. I don't want to hurt her but i will if you don't take her away" he says bluntly. His voice was monotone with a sting to it.
He would never hurt an animal if it weren't for him or his family to survive. But if anything hurt his daughter he's not hesitating grabbing a gun and blowing a hole through the skull of anything who dares hurt her. Meaning to or not.
That's why Cassius told Jax to take the dog and leave to the house for now.

Jesse looks up to Cherry at her question and notions towards the beans in Angelas hands, not saying much more than "i have knife if you need" she says to her, trying to pick the bullet out of her leg. It was in pretty deep but she had to get it out soon. It had already started to get infected, showing the more early signs of swelling and slight puss around the wound.
She digs the tweezers in deep before giving up and throwing them on the floor, angry about it. "hold still" she says to her before taking her fingers and digging into the wound, squeezing the skin around it to move it slightly before she could dig it out. She was sure this hurt like hell, but it was either this or Jesse accidentally stabbing her with the tweezers out of frustration. Jesse was never good at working with small intricate things that took patience, care and precision.
She looks up to see if Shaun had changed his mind about crying in front of them only to see the most horrifying show of teeth she's ever seen in her life.
Her eyes widen at the horrifying sight, not wanting to look anymore but not wanting to look away. It sent a shiver up her spine how weirdly he was looking at her. Jesse's lip curls up in disgust as he starts to speak.
She blinks, looking at the scar before choosing to speak up.
"That was not good explanation of how you got that ugly." she says, shivering. "You look like pedo" she states.