forum Cult RP (CLOSED)

Started April 12, 2018 by @WriteOutofTime

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"May I suggest therapy?" Enzo asked. "Becoming mindful and calming your thoughts are pivotal in overcoming insomnia. I know many who suffered from…similar afflictions. Compliance therapy proved to be quite helpful."

Walker had seriously grown to hate the word compliance. “Possibly, I’ll discuss it with my parents.”

"Alright. Let me know about how that goes at tomorrow's service." Enzo clasped a hand on Walker's shoulder, squeezing slightly. "The goddess thanks you for your obedience."

Walker resisted the urge to grimace at the man’s touch, and he forced a wavering smile, nodding his head quickly.

"I look forward to speaking with you again tomorrow," Enzo said, releasing him. He smiled, nodded, and began to walk away. He had other hands to shake, other people to address. But the thought of Walker's sullen expression in a sea of worshipping faces set him on edge.

Chrysa walked up to Walker after Enzo had left him, "You okay?"

Walker looked over at Chrysa and ran a hand through his hair. “That guy seriously freaks me out sometimes…”

Pandora trailed after Chrysa. "Hey, Walker." She muttered.

“Hey, Pandora,” Walker said back. His mind felt preoccupied. Of course he wouldn’t bring it up with his parents. He would just tell Enzo that they were thinking about it.

"I know," Chysa responded, "Walker, want in on a secret?"

Walker thought about it, then nodded. “What is it?”

"Follow me," Chrysa smiled and walked towards her hiding spot.

Walker arched a brow in a curious manner and followed after Chrysa.

Chrysa and Walker eventually got to the room. She opened the door to reveal the room to Walker. Once they were both inside she shut the door.

Walker stuffed his hands into his pockets, taking in the details of the room. “This has always been here?”

"Yep," Chrysa responded, "I just made it look a lot nicer."

“Well, it does look nice. What did you want to say?” Walked asked, slightly eager to know.

"A few other teens and I are planning to get out of here soon," Chrysa told him, "I was wondering if you wanted to join us."

“Get out of the Compound? Of course I want to, but how?” Walker asked.

"We uh," Chrysa got quiet, "Haven't figured that out yet. But we're working on it."

“Alright. And who is we?” Walker continued, seeming interested.

"Well, there's me, Pandora, Zoe, and Morrigan."

Pandora nodded

Morrigan caught up to the others.

Walker nodded and smiled faintly. “That’s good to know that other people are involved.”

"It really is," Chrysa decide to ask him the age old question, "What do you want to do when we get out of here?"

Walker thought about it for a moment, not quiet sure. “Maybe get into psychology, work with people struggling with mental health,” he said slowly, considering his options.

"Sounds cool!" Chrysa responded, "I think we are all going to need someone like that when we get out."

"Cool." Pandora looked up at the darkened sky. "So what do we do now?"