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(Yes you are sorry! Im really bad at responding to that! But yes you are in.) Elder nodded towards the shelter. "That does't look very large, but it'll work for right now."
The only people who should kill are those who are prepared to be killed!
Lock opened the door to the shelter and looked around, agreeing with what elder said. She turned a corner, and thankfully saw a washroom(bathroom) and to her other side what appeared to be a small bedroom. In the little main room there was an old couch. " it, um, seems to have just a bit more than the, uh necessities, so, uh, yes, it'll be just fine"
(Any where! I don't think anyone will mind if you jump in on what they are doing. I personally don't have any characters open but you're welcome to jump in with one.)
Elder stumbled in and plopped down on the couch. "Yes I think this will do." He nodded, glancing around. "I think we can stay here for a while."
The only people who should kill are those who are prepared to be killed!
[I forgot to add that my character can turn into a wolf with unusual pelt colors and patterns because I've been thinking of putting "Howling" by Abingdon Boys School as her theme song.] Rena came out of her hiding spot, which is a pair of two large thicket bushes. It's the best place to hide since she starts to survive on her own.
Lock nodded, closing the door and looking out a window. It was past mid-day, nearing nightfall. She stretched her arms, and turned back around to face Elder. "What do you um, suppose, we do about food?" She asked, a bit hungry herself
(Alright!) He nodded. "I have a bit of stuff in my pack. But I suppose it won't last long. We need to find some sort of food source. Do you have any experience in hunting or finding eatable plants?"
The only people who should kill are those who are prepared to be killed!
"You know I'll get you eventually." His accent turned the sentence into a cadenced song. He concentrated the electrical energy on his hands and threw it in the vague direction of Enclair. Her position in the middle of the air was actually quite useful if he just adjusted the nature of the electricity wave a bit to now be attracted by any metal in the black-haired girl. He was expecting her to at least have some metal buttons or something that would at least make the connection easier, comparing to the rest of the place, when the extremely blue wave of energy was sent on her direction.