forum Dystopian Rp (Closed)

Started April 03, 2019 by @Lunar_Eclipse

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"Oh, cool. Guess you were more productive than I was," Storm smiled returning to a more joyful mood. He shoved his hands into his pockets relaxing a bit more. "I'm twenty," Storm rose an eyebrow, "Well what do you want to know?"

"Eh, seven years kind of gives me an advantage, but I suppose so." At Storm's question he paused, debating on what he did want to know. "Hmm, what's your favorite color?"

"Wow…that's a little too deep. I don't want to go there." Storm teased him. "It's grey," he answered, "what about you? What's your favorite color?"

"You're totally right, forget I said anything," he jibed back, grinning at Storm's answer. "Well, I like that pinkish color—fuchsia. You know those trees? The bogenvelia? If you do, that's the kind of color I'm talking about. It's a tie between that and orange, to be honest," he explained, glancing around as if he'd suddenly see the trees he was talking about. He didn't, of course. "Wait, we should make this like a twenty-one questions kinda thing… In that case, you can go again, if you'd like."

"What do you mean by 'twenty-one questions?" he said giving Jensen a confused expression.

"Wait, for real?" Jensen almost stopped right in his tracks, a look of mock hurt on his face at the question. "You don't know twenty-one questions? Okay, so it's really simple—we take turns asking questions. So one would ask 'hey what's your favorite color', the other person would answer and follow up with their own question, etcetera. It's called twenty-one questions because you typically only ask up to twenty-one questions, but considering how much time we have, we could go beyond that or just stop whenever. And we can ask the same question or a different one, depending on what you want to know."

"Oh," Storm laughed, "Should have known….I mean its called Twenty-one questions. Okay…so whats your favorite animal?" He asked, continuing the game.

"Animal… Hmm… I think I'm going to go with ferret. I had a friend who had one, and it was the most adorable thing ever." Jensen didn't mention that both his friend and the ferret were probably dead now. "What kinds of music did you like the most?"

"Oh yeah, ferrets are enjoyable. Music…I remember loving the 80s 70s and 60s. Journey had to be my favorite. I grew up on oldies since my mom liked it," Storm smiled at the memory. "Okay, favorite hobby." This game started to make the world seem peaceful again, like all of his worries melted away.

Aza carefully patched the arm of her hoodie. It had ripped when she jumped from the fire escape last night, which admittedly wasn't the brightest idea. She snapped the thread with her teeth, stood and grabbed her backpack, and pulled her hood over her head. The dagger in her boot chafed against her ankle and she winced. She saw a gas station and quickened her pace. She was dangerously low on food for the last week.

(Im just gonna jump ahead so we can keep this rp going, hope thats okay…its slowly dying out and I'm sad)
As the sun hid behind the hills the skies were painted with beautiful vibrant colors of pinks and purples. Lewistown was in better condition than Storm expected. The buildings were rusting or were burned a bit, but it wasn't terrible. There was still a grocery store that had barely been touched along with an couple bars, houses, and shops. Storm kicked a pebble across the ground and thought of where the best place would be to camp. He decided on a small house next to the grocery store. "Lets camp there. I think camping in the grocery store would be risky. It's too full and will attract rouges and everyone else. We could be ambushed easily. If we camp in that building," Storm pointed to a house, "We are close enough to hear if anyone entered."

Name : Milly Haven
Age : 16
Gender : Female
Sexuality : Lesbian
Personality : Milly is extremely bubbly and loves to make friends, she's very against fighting and tries to make peace the best she can,she's quite kind and open to what others want to say, sometimes she takes things too seriously and is left trying to make up for it, caring, sweet, very helpful, wouldn't hurt a fly, did I mention she is the exact embodiment of a cinnamon roll? Really into romance and falling in love, very optimistic, when she gets scared, she freezes in place or passes out, gets sick at the sight of blood, tries the best she can to be a good person
Appearance : Quite short, standing at 5'0, she has extremely bouncy and fluffy light brown hair, gold sparkly eyes, pale skin tone with freckles dotting her entire body, thin pale lips, a natural happy glow about her, rarely wears makeup, tons of silver and blue bracelets,
https://pin.it/x35d5hpdh7xlr3
Background : N/A
Weapon(s) : Star shaped shurikens
Supplies : A large backpack, food, water, medical kit, bobby pins
Likes : Chocolate, the solar system, people, girls, having fun
Dislikes : Stereotypes, meat, pop
Tattoos/Markings/Scars : Star tattoo on left thigh and a small scar behind her ear
Pets : Small blue and green lizard named Fae
Talents : Being helpful, making friends, good aim
Flaws : Can't stay quiet, gets scared easily, too trusting

Milly heard a noise from outside the house she was in. She froze not knowing what to do then ran behind the counter waiting for them to either leave or enter, she readied her shurikens ready to throw.

(that's the one Aza's headed to)
Aza arrived at the gas station. Before going inside, she pulled the knife from her boot and two from her belt. She pushed open the door, brandishing them in front of her.

(Sure, sounds good)

Zyra sighed as she packed up all her stuff, she really needed to find a better place to stay in. She put her gun away and took out her dagger as she looked around to see if any of the kids from the group had taken anything without her knowing. She quickly turned around when she heard a noise, hiding behind a cabinet like before. Why does everyone want to come to my gas station?

"Hello? I-Is anyone there?" Aza swept her arm around.

Zyra stayed quiet and didn't move a muscle as she watched the girl.

"I'm not going to hurt you," she said. "I think. Like, if you're gonna kill me then I guess I'll have to hurt you. But otherwise, not really."

Zyra peeked her head from behind the cabinet, looking at the girl. "Full name, age, and what supplies do you have?" She asked, the tattoo behind her ear was out for display since she had her hair in a ponytail.

Storm's head moved toward the direction of the gas station. He ducked behind a wall and watched as someone moved into the gas station. His eyes didn't move from the person. When she disappeared into the gas station he shuffled into the house he was planning on camping in.

Millys eyes widened when she saw a man, older then her, walk into the.

Storm crouched down near a window with the glass broken off of it. He kept his eyes on the gas station watching for the person's reappearance. He was so tuned in on the gas station, he was oblivious to his surroundings.

(Im just gonna jump ahead so we can keep this rp going, hope thats okay…its slowly dying out and I'm sad)

(i'm not abandoning it—i had to sleep, and then attend school, plus i've been fighting a fever these past three days)

Jensen had followed Storm easily, despite his internal reservations at staying in a house. Either way, he supposed, nowhere was perfectly safe anymore. He crouched near Storm, but took a cautionary glance around the place first. Something felt a little off, but he was relatively unconcerned, more focused on what was going down next door.