forum Dystopian Rp (Closed)

Started April 03, 2019 by @Lunar_Eclipse

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Milly was going to sneak up behind him and dig a shuriken into his back but bumped into something pot loudly. She let out a small yelp and raced down the hall.

Jensen turned just in time to see the pot tip over. After casting a curious glance at Storm, he followed the sounds of footsteps until he reached a slightly ajar door. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you as long as you don't attack us," he voiced softly, keeping out of sight for the moment. Call it a gut feeling, but he was pretty sure if he exposed himself for even a moment without announcing his intentions, he'd be impaled.

Storm stiffened and turned, grasping his Scar-L. He tip toed through the building, barely making any noise. He kept his eyes peeled for movement. Everything was so quite he didn't dare to breathe. He kept his gun steady and about the level of where someones head would be.

"W-who are you!?" Milly asked through the door, carefully watching in fear. She wasn't sure what to do, if she tried to run she'd be shot for sure, one of the men had a gun, raised far above her head though. She was short but it didn't bother her.

Storm almost laughed at her height and the height his gun was at. He readjusted his gun position stifling a smile. He tried to achieve a powerful demeanor. "If you don't try to kill me I won't try to kill you…deal?" He asked keeping his gun raised.

She crossed her arms and nodded, her light brown hair bouncing up and down, "Deal."

Jensen clapped once, a grin on his face. "Now that that's all settled… Do you know what's going on in the gas station right next to us? Oh, and I'm Jensen, this is Storm," he added, gesturing appropriately.

Storm finally lowered his gun and gave a friendly nod. He shoved his hands into his pockets like he always does when he is calm.

"Nice to meet you both," Milly smiled, "My name's Milly, and uh no I don't know what's happening at the gas station. I haven't left here in a week."

"Nice to meet another person who is willing to negotiate." He re-situated his Scar-L on his back. "You haven't left in a week?!" Storm was shocked. How has she not been found yet? He wondered to himself.

"Nope. I have plenty of stuff here." She replied, tucking her shurikens away.

"How haven't you been found yet?" He asked the question out loud this time. " You would think rouges would have found you." He said watching her put away her weapons. He still was wary about this girl and watched her ever move. Storm always thinks the innocent looking ones are always the most dangerous.

"Good question, I haven't seen too many people, in fact you two are the only people I've seen for a couple weeks. The last time I saw someone was a girl running past here. She might be the one in the gas station, I'm not sure, though." She shrugged made sure she had everything with her.

"That's weird…this place seems to be loaded and no one has come here?" He thought for a second but finally ignored his own question. "Well then I say we go over to the gas station and introduce ourselves. It's three against one, we have the upper hand if she does try to kill one of us." Storm was too curious and it was bugging him. He wanted to know if that girl was going to be their all night, for a week, about to leave. He wanted to know.

(Is everyone else at Zyra's gas station?)

(We are in a building near the gas station.)

Milly nodded and grabbed the rest of her stuff with a smile, "Lets go!"

Storm nodded and crouched while leaving the building. He kept hiding behind walls before continuing towards the gas station, taking necessary precautions. He hid behind a building about 30 feet from the gas station waiting for the others to catch up with him.

Jensen followed like he had done all day, though he agreed with their thinking. If they could make more allies, they had a better chance of surviving and holding their own against any rogues they might happen upon. "I'm gonna go in first," he whispered to the two, stepping around Storm and reaching a hand behind his back for the pistol. He hadn't used it yet, or even retrieved it once that day, but he figured with multiple people hanging around, he might need it to make them hesitate long enough for him to introduce himself, Storm, and Milly.

Storm nodded, a bit nervous of going first. He wasn't about to admit of being nervous so he allowed Jensen to go on ahead. The more he thought about his plan the more worried he became. What if there are more people in there? What about a whole gang of rouges? What if someone dies? Would it be my fault? Just like Roy's death? Storm blocked out the thoughts and followed a bit behind Jensen. Just don't let anyone die…you just found them. Storm told himself.

Milly quickly followed shortly after, realization hit her, Aw, I left Fae at house.

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

"Azalane Firewind, 16, lots of stuff," Aza responded instantly.

Milly snuck inside and saw two girls talking to each other, she stiffened her hand at her side, "Oh, uh, hello?"

Zyra was about to ask the girl another question but saw another one come in. "Are you serious? Why does everyone want to come here?"

Milly shrugged, “I don’t know, I’m with them.” She pointed to the men, “I live in the small house nearby.”

"How many people are there?" Zyra asked, internally groaning as she tried to look at the men the girl was talking about. "Also, full name, age, and supplies." She demanded.

“There are two people, I’m Milly Haven, 16, and I have a ton of food, water, and medical supplies.”

Storm peaked into the gas station, following close behind Jensen. He was shocked of how many people were there. Storm, not knowing two of the people, swung his Scar-L into his hands, ready to shoot but not aiming it at anyone. He carefully tip toed into the gas station making sure to not to make any super threatening moves. "Why should we tell you that information without you giving the same?" Storm said raising one eyebrow in suspicion.

Jensen glanced at Storm and put a calming hand in front of him for a moment, reminding him not to appear too hostile. "I'm Jensen, twenty-seven. I have a pistol, ammo, some food, water and extra clothing. My friend here has a point, however. What about you two?"

"Zyra Everett, 19, and I have a lot of stuff." Zyra answered, trying her best not to seem to hostile. She would be easily taken down if a fight somehow started.