Please lock; closed

[taako,]

D A L L A S :

Seeing as Berlin had started up a conversation with Amber and had begun to walk away with her, Dallas turned to those who were left and caught sight of Leon rushing down the stairs. She frowned slightly at his lateness but approached him nonetheless accompanied by the jingle of Whiskey's collar, pulling out her notepad and simply writing 'partners?' in her small, loopy script before turning the small pad of paper and showing it to him. Dal had learned long ago that writing full-fledged sentences wasted not only her own time, but everyone else's too, so she had learned to be quite poetic in, usually, three words or less. Meanwhile, Whiskey paced around near Dallas, pausing every once in awhile to sniff at Leon's shoes before settling down beside Dal and staring up at the man in front of her with a suspicious gaze.

V A N C O U V E R :

//i'll come up with something for him in a bit, i'm feelin kinda lazy right now :P

[hollyglow]

Montana

I rolled my eyes, scowling at him. "I know that, but if we happen to have any extra materials, it couldn't hurt." Honestly, why was this boy our leader? Looking away, I stared at the sky for a moment. The sky reminded me of winter in Montana. I missed our snowstorms. It made everything so sparkling clean and beautiful, and it reminded me of Christmas and my birthday. A light breeze lifted up my hair, tossing it around in the air. Taking a step into the building, I reminded myself that a blizzard now could mean disaster. The cold would weaken our immune systems, and we wouldn't have enough food.

[Fortune's Fool]

Cairo | Male | 21 | Collector
Cairo knew all too well that he should probably actually be doing something productive at that particular moment. Was he going to though? Probably not unless directly confronted by a group wanting him to join on an outing. Or until he got bored anyway, which, the way everything seemed at that particular moment, wasn't going to be much longer. With a faint frown he ran a few fingers over the hilt of his weapon, tilting his head slightly to listen to some kind of... conversation? Argument? He had no idea. That was taking place nearby as a type of distraction from the thoughts that had been starting to creep into his mind. Finally he gave up, stopped caring about the... he was just going to settle on conversation, that was taking place in the sleeping quarters, and headed down to the bottom floor before he starting thinking too hard about things.

[Pusheen The Meme]

Amber walked around the place. Playing with her sharp blade while humming a soft melody that's surpass to make thoes around you sleepy

[ander]

ignore that bump; I'm just remaking this.