When All Is Lost [Post-Apocalyptic World RP]

[Indianfire]

In the shadows of the broken down hallway, a girl sat curled against a large slab of granite. Her eyes were wild, unlike her breathing which was quiet and controlled. She had long hair that laid on the ground behind her, despite it being in a ponytail. She shifted into further into the shadows as she saw a girl walk into the crumbled hall.

[hot!chocolate!]

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[twiggy]

Zander took a step back, his black converse making little noise on the rocky moss below. He ducked slightly, his green eyes squinting. He couldnt see anyone. He raised an eyebrow at Maddie, before looking again, and nodding. He pulled himself flat against a tree, his hands returning to his pockets.

Megan was now standing in a rather creepy hallway. Light from old cracks shone through, illuminating the small thin storage areas. She bounced almost fearlessly over to one, pulling it open. she smiled slightly at the sight of a sleeping squirrel. She moved onto the next, however a round turny thing seemed to be blocking her from getting into it. Slowly, she turned around, her eyes narrowed in an attempt to look wild. She then whipped around and glared down towards the hallway. "Whose there?" She spoke with a rather commanding voice.

[Indianfire]

Cianna let out a whispery laugh, "An unknown face. An ally, or an enemy. Someone who lurks in the shadows.." she whispered quietly, taking out her hunting dagger from it's holder. She shifted slightly, her boots knocking rocks out into the sunlight. "Your choice.." she said in a commanding tone, mocking her.

[Missing-One]

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[twiggy]

Megan frowned, putting her hand on her hip in a rather sassy way. "'Someone who lurks in the shadows' how interesting. Absolutely fascinating. Just get up and say who you are and if your friendly. No need for riddles, Sphinx." Megan continued to glare, her shoulder bag falling from her shoulder. Mike peaked his head from a door nearby "Hey, Megan..." Clearly seeing the open tension, he retreated an inch behind the door, his left eye looking out rather worryingly.

[Indianfire]

She smirked, "That, is also your choice," she said, standing up. She had on long khaki pants with a green shirt that was ripped and torn. Her dark brown boots rose over her pants, and ran to the bottom of her knee caps. Where her shirt ended, a long knife hung in a sheath. She put her hand on her hip and looked at Megan, her strawberry blonde hair waving behind her. "Well?" she said in a challenging tone.

[twiggy]

Megan just raised her eyebrows. "Its not my choice what you do. if I could make that choice for you I would be here alone and everyone would get along and play chess all day. I'm not a threat if you aren't. I didnt come here to fight, I came to explore." She twirled her finger through her thick curls, pulled back into a pony tail. "Just looking around, thats all."

Mike slowly edged his way over to Megan, his arms full of old books.

[Indianfire]

"Cianna. From Georgia. Long story," she said, not taking her eyes off Megan, but noting Mike. "Do you know where I could get any food?" she asked, grabbing a beat up orange nike bag from the shadows. "I can hunt, I just couldn't really find anything thanks to other people snooping around the forest and scaring the prey off," she grumbled.

[twiggy]

Megan bent down, no longer worried. She pulled a loaf from her bag and split it into three "Here, I have water too."