Stay Gold. {Teen Rebel RP} {Semi-Lit} {OPEN!}

[Chebubu]

Skye Moon Warchire
Skye looked around her apartment some. For some reason, she didn't like how it was. but it worked. Her upstiars had only a bedroom, bathroom, and guest bedroom. While downstairs was really a kitchen, living room, and an extra room were her supplies, and tools were.

[ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɢʀᴀᴠɪᴛʏ]

Ellera walked across the room and touched her hand to the cold metal of the spiral staircase. She used her other hand to pull her hair over her shoulder, looking around. "This is weird." Ellera giggled. "It's like you're a grown up." She turned and sat down on the third step of the stair case, folding her arms over her knees. "I wish I had a place like this." She looked out the window across the room, seeing the rain had stopped, and the clouds beginning to break away, sunlight creeping through.

[Chebubu]

Skye Moon Warchire
"Spare bed upstairs. And bedroom." She said as she watched the tv. Of course she wanted her cousin to move in with her. It was time for her to leave her mother. Who did have a chance to actually get a husband by now...nerveless a boyfriend to move in with.

[F i n d]

Blake whined, rolled over, and took Scriptic's hand. "I am completely proud that i would've murdered you both. Those were my intentions, anyway." He stood up and rubbed his side, looking at his arms which were scraped up. "The only reason i crashed into you both is because i got scurrd when you left me in the bookstore alone, with a possible murderer and molester." He glared up at Script.

[angelface.]

Tyler grinned and placed his hands on his hips, "Yeah, yeah, Blakey. Calm down. Don't get scurred." He rolled his eyes at his brother and gently shoved his shoulder. "Can we go home already?" He complained, his eyes flicking between his brothers.

((I apologize for it being so short!))

[gaslighting]

"Don't be scurred Blake," Script teased, using the same sarcastic pronunciation as his brother, "Big brother Scriptic is here to protect you and baby Tyler now." And, with that, Script casually shoved Blake back to the ground and walked away, hands in his pockets.
The rain had stopped for the most part now, leaving Script still completely drenched and miserable, and splashing about in the puddles that were left littering the ground. "Yeah, yeah, let's go home." He responded to Tyler, motioning both brothers to follow him.

[closet-maverick]

wow he's such a kind sibling :') }

[F i n d]

Blake quickly got up and shambled down the street after his brother. He grabbed his shoulders and jumped onto his back. "ONWARDS! " He yelled, pointing down the road and wiggling around, motioning for Script to walk forward.

[angelface.]

Tyler nodded, quickly following after his brothers. He was completely soaked by this point and really all he wanted to do was get his wet clothes off and not doing anything except watch really bad movies for the rest of the day. "I think since I'm the baby I should be the one to get carried, I mean really." He complained jokingly, shoving his hands in his pockets.

[gaslighting]

Yes, yes, Script is the kindest big brother one will ever meet. c: ))

Script stumbled and almost fell again as Blake suddenly wanted to piggy back, but regained his footing. He complied with the piggy-back-ing, holding Blake's legs to prevent him from falling. "Fine. And, shut up Tyler, just because you're the stupid baby doesn't mean anything other than you're a stupid baby. And I can't do anything but make fun of that. So."
Script was hunched over a bit more than normal in order to keep his brother on his back, but could feel Blake slipping from the loose grip Script had on him and the water soaking them both. He figured this piggy back thing wasn't going to last too long before he dropped Blake back to the pavement.