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[growl]

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[ the lioness ] [ nineteen ] [ fierce, courageous ] [ w/ regulus + scarlett + wylliam ]

Arabella could tell Hunter wasn't thrilled about the idea of sticking together. Good, she reasoned. Then he won't be as opposed to sneaking away. What bothered her was his friend. The girl looked like a frightened little creature, something that needed protecting. Arabella was sure she could pounce on and dispatch her in five seconds flat. She was too easy to kill, and from Hunter's actions they seemed to be close. Hunter might like safeguarding his little Bambi but she didn't. If they did run from the group he would probably try to bring her along. Arabella had little respect for people who couldn't defend themselves. "It was nice meeting both of you but I gotta run," she said, and flounced away back towards Regulus.
Her thick mane of dark hair tickled the base of her throat and she raked her fingers through it irritably, wishing she had something to tie it back with. She sank down beside him like she had before. He didn't look happy and Arabella could see why. The Scarlett girl was asking questions and someone else had joined them, the boy she had seen Scarlett looking at. In many ways her and Regulus were different and the same. He was too serious and cautious while she revealed more character and was what he called 'reckless'. However they had the same sort of predatory air to them. Lion and panther; it made sense. Both were big cats, with claws and teeth and power. She ignored the new boy as she herself wasn't feeling too well and pulled her duffel towards her, feeling the reassuring weight of the bag. There were two people who had yet to wake and she watched them from where she was.

[::madlyhazel]

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It was evident that Rosemary wanted to ask why would we be in Alaska, but she held her tongue. Her features seemed to drop further, and she glanced at the ground at her feet. Alaska? Oh, this didn't make any sense. Only hours ago she had been peacefully laying in her house, wasting the day away, and now she was stuck in this wilderness. Despite looking beautiful, its looks were its most deadly weapon. If you found security here, she had a feeling that it was a false hope. All the same, what was she supposed to do? Everyone around her didn't look to be much older or younger than her, thus suggesting that each one of them was only barely an adult. They were still young and ignorant, and none would survive for too long.

She glanced as Arabella bounded off before turning her attention back up to Hunter, who seemed to be gingerly holding her. Her eyes gave away distress, but her mouth was unable to form words to express herself. Rosemary was at a lost for what to do right now, so she did no more than stand feebly in this clearing. Her arms hung limply at her sides, not moving to embrace her friend as he was doing. She simply leaned against him, eyes half-lidded as she pondered over everything that was to possibly happen.

[{Bubbles}]

[ sorry I'll try and get a reply up in a few minutes. ]

[::madlyhazel]

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She seemed to be silent for several moments, before the slightest ghost of a laugh came from her slightly parted lips. Even if it wasn't very reassuring, she could sense that he was trying. In a few moments, Rosemary pulled away from him and glanced around. She licked her mildly dry lips, observing each person carefully. Some seemed to be hardly worried at all, as if they knew exactly what they were supposed to be doing. It made her jealous, in a very odd sense of the word. She slowly turned her attention back up to Hunter, giving a small roll of her shoulders. "Well... What should we do?" Even she knew that sitting around would get them nowhere, and someone like Hunter had to at least have a smidge of a plan. Right? After all, it seemed to be the only logical thing in this entirely illogical situation. She watched him expectantly, shifting with unease on her light feet.

[::madlyhazel]

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Rosemary watched him speak, a small frown creasing her features. She did not know how long it would take the other two people to wake up, nor did she want to be in a group with them and everyone else. She did not know them, and therefore she couldn't be certain if they were a friend or a foe. It was all very likely that at least one of them here would betray them in way way or another--at least, this was her reasoning. She was always been a very timid girl, not readily trusting those around her. Perhaps this was because she was so fearful at most times, no matter who or what was around her. It was a very cumbersome disorder, that was for certain.

She glanced over to Hunter with slightly parted lips as he leaned down, appearing to wipe off something on the ground below. She had noticed him wiping his neck from the corner of his eye, and from what she could discern, something was causing pain. Pushing the thought of just what he was wiping off to the corner of her mind, Rosemary attempted to stand a little taller. She remembered what felt like a bag next to her when she first woke up, and after a brief scan she spotted said pack. Giving a small nod to Hunter, she went over and grabbed it.

She rummaged through it as she walked back to her companion, her frown only increasing. There really wasn't much in here, now what there? It looks as if something akin to a bedroll had been stuffed inside posthaste, and there were much smaller packages tied off with simple knots inside as well. She counted three. A fourth package of different material was inside as well, along with a small blanket taking up the most bottom half of the bag. In short, these were her only supplies, and they certainly wouldn't be lasting her long.

Rosemary brought her attention up to Hunter, briefly showing him the contents of the bag before closing it back up and slipping one strap over her shoulder. It was unlikely that the supplies varied from person to person, but it couldn't hurt to check. "What do you have?" That was if he had anything. It was possible that only a select few had supplies. Or perhaps she was just feeling her anxiety once more. By the by, she at least wanted to make sure that her friend had something to help him out.

[sunday;]

[sorry for not posting earlier. i don't even know if i'm still, like, permitted to be in this roleplay.
i have a reasonable (in my eyes, at least) reason as to why i've been inactive over the whole site. and, if you check up on my posts, this is my first one for about a week. feel free to message me if you'd like me to explain.]

⚜ Rory Finlay Hughes ⚜
ɪғ ɪ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ, ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʀᴇᴍᴏᴛᴇ

{ Rory Finlay Hughes ❅ Twenty ❅ Male ❅ Irish-English ❅ The Raccoon }
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Rory was more feared by the silence than anything else. He thought that there would be an eruption of noise, but instead... Nothing. He had been wasting energy and 'sleep time' by pacing around the house all night and glancing at the door every second or so. He was, in evaluation, growing more paranoid than needs be.
Rory kept on drifting over to his siblings' bedroom, sometimes getting in the bed and laying in between them - somehow that didn't affect the twins. Currently, he was lightly holding Miles (one of the twins) and kissing his forehead. Then Ria (the other twin) awoke at the movement and clambered onto Rory's back.
"Mummy says you're going away soon, Rory," Ria murmured to her much older brother.
"Yeah?" he cooed, turning his head over his shoulder to look at her baby face, dimmed by the dark.
"Yup. Rory, is it 'cause you don't like us?"
"No, Ria, it's not. It's far from that, I swear." The young adult kissed his sister's forehead, as he'd done to his brother.
"Promise?" she pouted.
"Promise," Rory said quietly, jumping slightly as Miles woke up at the chatter - and the light seeping through the dirty curtains.
"I think I'm supposed to go now.. Bye - Miles, Ria. Love you," he whispered, suddenly all scared at the commotion he heard downstairs.
They just smiled, and Rory smiled back as he left the room.
Shutting the door was the last thing he did, hearing 'love you, too, Rory' as the door shut was the last thing he heard, and the floor was the last thing he saw. In the mean time, anyway. He silently cursed his ever curious and gullible mother as he was out cold. In his own.. Home.
-mini time skip thing-
Rory awoke to everyone else, he gathered, already active. 'Great first impression,' he scorned himself, sitting up with a peculiar (to say the least) and childish look upon his face. "Um.. Hi," Rory said simply, standing up and stretching, a yawn thrown in for good measure. It was how everyone woke up, right? A stretch and a yawn? Not like it mattered anyway, in that place...

[{Bubbles}]

[ no its fine, its probably for personal reasons, i'll post when I get to a computer. ]

[Keriae]

(I will not be online from this Saturday to next Friday as I am going on holiday.)

[{Bubbles}]

[ alright, thank you for telling me keriea ]

[growl]

{{ pandoran shell- your posts give the impression that rosemary and wylliam don't know what's going on. i think, and bubbles you have every right to correct me on this and blast my big virtual head to bits, that they were notified about being selected and then were allowed some time to pack what they wanted which explains the different weapons and equipment and protective clothing described in some of the forms. of course it wasn't very clear whether they would be kidnapped or told beforehand in the first couple of posts but bubbles' starting post made it seem like her character scarlett was expecting the rebels. again, if i'm wrong you can yell at me for writing this whole long thing and why am i still writing i should work on my post so yeah bye

>> ＡＲＡＢＥＬＬＡ ＲＯＳＩＥ ＬＡＮＥ

[ the lioness ] [ nineteen ] [ fierce, courageous ] [ w/ rory ]

Arabella stiffened when one of the motionless lumps, limbs splayed awkwardly around him, sat up and got to his feet. He had the strangest expression, like someone who had just woken from a vivid dream and was in that tiny space between sleep and consciousness where they are indeed in the waking world but still believe they are inside of their reverie. She was quite sure she hadn't looked like that when she opened her eyes. Then again, Arabella had kept them closed for several minutes after regaining feeling in her arms and legs. Did he have a concussion or something? The rebels had knocked her out with a blow to the back of the head and had probably done the same to everyone else. A little concerned, she stood up and drifted in his direction, peering at his face. It was long, thin, and impish in a nearly unpleasant way. That was probably just her though, others might call him an attractive person.
He said something and she thought he had mumbled about mudpies until it occurred to her he had greeted everyone. "Are you alright?" she asked once she was close enough. Not right in front of him, but standing four or five feet away, her hands hanging listlessly at her sides until she clasped them together.