feeling better now. anyone want a starter?
- "Do you trust me?"
- "That sounds painful."
- "Are you even listening to yourself?"
- "I’m not speaking to you anymore."
- "I can’t believe you missed that."
- "That was a bad plan."
- "That looked easier on TV."
- "I’ve never heard that one before."
- "I didn’t…
ELLY IT TOLD ME I HAD TO WAIT BEFORE ASKING ANY MORE QUESTIONS.
YES YOU CAN PUBLISH THAT.
are there chaos walking rp blogs?
cause if not that should be a thing.
"So then you won’t mind me coming for… support." Smirking weakly, she lifted and dropped her shoulders as if the whole thing was nothing. Sure, she’d probably rather go alone had she been him, bit there was just no chance of that happening. Not as long as she could help it, anyway.
Giving him a slight nod back, her arms wrapped around her chest as she fell into step behind him. Chewing nervously on her bottom lip, her chest slowly started to ache with panic as they began climbing the steps. Skipper made sure to keep her eyes peered out for anything, but each time the male looked back at her, she was sure to meet his glance.
The moment they made it on to the top floor, the sound seemed to take over everything. Thud, thud, thud, thud. ‘What the fuck could it be doing?!’ Swallowing hard, Skipper stayed tightly behind him as the approached the door. “Are you sure… it wouldn’t be best to just leave it..” Her voice was barely a whisper.
The former student paused at her words, licking his lips and trying to find the correct way to say what he wanted to. “It.. I don’t mind you coming, but it would be safer for you to stay down here,” he said.
"Just in case," he added hastily, wary of offending her. He still barely knew her and wasn’t sure what type of person she was, not to mention the addition of an extra weight. He considered, briefly, that she might hold him back.
He bit that thought back for the time being. Ezra could worry about that part later if it proved necessary.
"No," he whispered back as he climbed up the steps, reaching the landing just as she spoke. "If it gets downstairs when we’re not expecting it, we’re screwed."
Ezra reached for the door handle and paused, feeling the cold metal beneath his hand. He turned his head back towards her, checking her position. “You might wanna back up a bit.”
Izzy only shook her head before reaching up to kiss his cheek. Moving away she went to get the boxes she’d brought with her, so they can return them to the storage location.
"You really are one of a kind, but that’s something I adore." She blushed realizing what she just said, her cheeks going pink again.
He shrugged, grinning. “I am kind of fantastic,” he boasted in a rare moment of arrogance. He stood with his feet apart and his shoulders back, the picture of over-exaggerated confidence. Ezra grinned wider to see her blush, noting the reddening of her face.
"Oh, she bowed her head. I’m sorry." she bowed her head. "How far is your spot from here?"
"Less than a mile," he said, ignoring her apology. He’d rather not think about it right now.
"Shall we?" He asked, gesturing towards the way he’d come.
"I suppose you are right." Beth said softly looking down at her hands. She wondered what was on his mind he seemed to be thinking about something. "Do you think there will be lots of walkers where we go?"
He opened his mouth and closed it again, unsure of what to tell her. He shook his head, a frown playing across his lips. “We won’t know until we get there. Hopefully not, but..” He let the thought trail off. “What do you think?”
"Yeah?" Gabbie turned to look at him. "That would be extremely helpful. I would even let you keep them afterwards. I’m sure you could sell them or something." She shrugged. "I just… need a bit of freedom now."
"Chain cutters could work too, I guess… Do you think people will be suspicious if they see me walking around like this at, uh… the institute?"
He shrugged. “There probably won’t be a lot of people around at this time, believe it or not. I’ll get you in and out.”
"I guess we should start heading out. Hope you don’t mind walking," he said, looking down at her with the beginnings of sympathy. Still, he was still looking at her as though she were another lab project, something to be investigated.
replying to things now. anyone interested in starting a thread?