forum Hero Old People RP! (Open for all the 'want to be old' RPers/Please Join!)

Started May 21, 2018 by @TheGoldenLegend

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Eunice walks down the parkwalk, toeing pigeons and squirrels aside. The warm drizzle cheers her, and she grins broadly, white teeth like little pearls. She leans on her seriously-just-a-cane-nothing-suspicious-here, and watches early risers head to work. Hmmm, that young man is in a rush. He looks like a James.

Edna was old, but she wore it well thanks to yoga, hair dye, and a lot of money. She walked into the park to get inspiration for the last outfit she would ever make: A wedding dress for her godson's fiancee. It was raining, but she didn't mind that much.

"Hello cutie." Ben sighed, watched as three little sparrow heads popper out of the bird house as the mother sparrow flew down, "So stupid….and cute."

Eunice fakes brushing away a tear once she finishes the mental story for "James," the young man who was out of sight several minutes ago. She'd gone for a tragic life story, just because he'd been smiling, and she'd enjoyed it very much. She finally moves from where she's been standing the whole time and continues to make her way down the parkwalk, frowning at the pigeons and winking at the little children, each at the park with their parents, not yet old enough for school.

//XD ok

Pushing himself off, Ben walked out from under the roof and into the rain. It was cool and breeze, everything was just perfect, so beautiful, so peaceful.

Eunice continues down the walk and spies a park shelter. Ah, maybe I can sit down a moment. She reaches the shelter, saying a quiet hello to a man as she passes him. As she seats herself at a table she thinks, frowning, He-he looks rather familiar.

"I need some popcorn." Ben muttered, rubbing his chin. "And some…. coffee."

Eunice smirks at the man's comment. She mentally answers. Me too, now that you mention it. She digs around in her knitted bag, once again thankful at the creativity of her friends', though often annoyed at their ability to make so many bags. A person should not own as many bags as I do.
She pulls out a candy bar and peels at the wrapper. "Mmmm." Chocolate has always been a weakness of hers.

"Matt should has some coffee." He muttered, taking a seat on a near by bench.

Eunice frowns at the man's comment and she takes a bite from the candy bar. Poor, guy.

Smiling as a stray dog past by, he stood up and started following it.

Eunice raises her eyebrows at the man's behavior. She stuffs the rest of the candy bar back into its wrapper and puts it back in her bag. She lifts up her cane and steps out from the under the pavilion; the rain is calming down.

"Come back here you muddy pug." He said, trying to keep up with the mutt even through its was only walking.

(What are the plans for this? Dump it and run, or wait for the others to rise from their graves?)

Eunice wrinkles her nose when a warm splatter of white lands on her shoulder. She looks up, nostrils flaring, but the pigeon is gone.