Ɩи мʏ Ħɛαят (Semi-Lit/ In Hiding RP) Accepting!

[titanic]

(@Niney + Whisper~ OK)
(@Ɔσσκιɛ Ѧσиƨтɛя~Accepted)

[titanic]

(We can start)
~Scαяℓɛтт~
I stepped out of the taxi car that had brought me, handing the driver some cash for the ride. He sped off, as if he knew of my parents plan and wanted nothing to do with it. So far, I only knew that there would be some other people about my age living with me. Being with complete strangers is going to be hard. I looked up at the store shop I had been to before, it quiet and seeming to be deserted. It's just after closing hour. There was only a small light on in the back room as I followed it, the door slamming shut behind me.
There I see Greg Anderson, the shop owner, and his wife. They are the only ones, besides our parents who knew of the plan. Without saying a word, they led me upstairs to a room with the word 'Office' written on it. We walked in, there being a large mahogany desk and three chairs surrounding it in the middle of the room, along with a few bookcases, a very large safe, and filing cabinets. We walked over to the large black safe, and enters in a few numbers on the number pad. We step back, and see a small, gloden key, surrounded by some money of course; I take it in my hands. We walk over to the bookcase now, a large number of books with no general subject. I push some of the books aside, some hair falling in front of my face, and see the lock to which the key belongs to. Sticking it in the hole, I turn the key until I hear a click, and the bookcase moves to the left, showing us a hallway filled with doors to other rooms and such.
I feel like Anne Frank,I think as I walk inside; Greg following me as I hand him the key. To the left, there is a small living room that is connected to the eat in kitchen. There is only two couches, a TV, a radio, and a coffee table dressing the emptiness. In the kitchen, a stove, microwave, small fridge, and toster. The table seems large enough. I walk out, seeing enough, and back to the dim lit hallway. "Choose a bedroom," Greg says to me. I don't really care, so I just find a room and out my things down. All the rooms are a little different, by mine is small with only a bed, small nightstand, and a dresser. There is a small window, but that wears long curtains that let no light in. I turn on the desk lamp, lighting up part of my bedroom. I hadn't noticed it, but there what seems to be like a staircase next to the opposite wall. It leads up to the very top part of the attic. Sighing, I sit down on my bed and try to comprehend what is happening to me.

[sɪssᴏʀʜᴀɴᴅs]

P A R K E R

I paced slowly down the grey street. Soft, drizzling rain danced downward, gently tapping against my face. My mother walked solemnly at my side, her grip tightening on my forearm with each step. My duffel bag hung heavily over my right shoulder, bumping roughly against my side. I turned to her as we stopped before the door. Tears dotted her golden flecked eyes. My eyes, the same color, reflected back into hers. A grave smile crossed her lips. Leaning foward, I embraced her small form. She gently kissed the side of my face. I gave her a nod and ducked into the shadows. I walked down the alley, stealing one last glance at my mother. She remained motionless, the wind gently sweeping her mahogany hair to the left.
I knocked almost silently on the old wooden door. It opened instantly and I stepped in quickly, greeting Mr. Anderson with a polite hello. He led me into the room with the desk and safe. He pushed a few books aside and unlocked the bookcase with a small golden key. The key was slipped back into its place and the bookcase moved from its origin. With silent steps, I followed Greg down the hallway. The hiding area was very nice, considering what it was being used for and why it was being used. As I moved about the rooms with the help of Greg, I observed each room, the muffled sound of shuffling feet and occasional murmurring of Mr. Anderson was all that could be heard. I settled with the smallest room; I didn't need much space and I was accustomed to limited space. It felt more like home then the other rooms did. I set my bag down on the bare, wooden floor and sat down on the bed, looking over the interior of the room with indifferent eyes.
Recalling what Greg had told me earlier, I got up and walked out into the living room, wondering who else was hidden away.

[titanic]

~Scαяℓɛтт~
Hearing Greg mumbling to himself and walking out of the hidding quarters, I guessed that another person had shown up. I unpacked some of my things, slowly and quietly. I put some of my things in the dresser, neat and organized. I walked around the stairs, knowing that that was going to be in my way. I looked out the window, pulling the curtain open about an inch. I was looking down at the alley way that was in between the two buildings. Looking straight across, I saw a brick wall with a fire escape running down the side of it. I sighed, letting the curtain fall back in place. My door was slightly open, and I remember someone else was here with me. I walked out, closing the door behind me lightly and looked down the wide hallway. It was empty, but I could faintly hear the person in the living room. They were staying quiet too, but my ears where trained to quietness. I walked there, looking around the corner before I stepped in. I stayed quiet, pressing my light pink lips together. I studied him, trying to take everything in, and it would help if I was to live with him for a while. I gave him a small wave, my eyes meeting his for a second.

[Soul Of Space]

.::Sunnibel Nite::.

Sunnibel held her puppy close with her duffle bag slung over her shoulder as her and her mother walked down the street. Neither of them spoke, but it didn't bother her. Soon enough, too soon for Sunny's liking, they reached their destination. The girl turned to her mother and gave her a light hug, and when she pulled away, a small smile. She turned slowly on her heel and walked silently down the alleyway, and to a door.
Sunny knocked lightly, and once the door opened she greeted Greg with a simple, polite nod. He let her inside, still holding her puppy. Both of them were quiet as he led her away, and into a room labeled 'Office'. Strange... she thought to herself, petting the puppy's head absentmindedly. She followed him to the bookcase, where he pushed books aside and stuck a golden key into a lock and turned it. The bookcase slid aside, and he led her inside.
Sunnibel remained quiet as she followed him into a somewhat homey place. She felt her anxiety rise, being not much of a people person. She just hoped she didn't have to socialize, because she'd probably keep herself locked up in her room anyway. Her puppy squirmed in her arms, and she shh'ed her quietly, changing the position she had been holding her. She glanced up at Greg when he told her to choose a room, and she did just that. She walked along until she reached the last bedroom and entered.

((I never though I could write that much .... wow.))

[titanic]

(xD, good for you!)
~Scαяℓɛтт~
I looked around, seeing yet another person walk into the secret hiding space. How many people could this place hold? I know a few more people would be living here too, but I hope that's all. Soon, I'm not going to have my own air to breath. He sat down on one of the sofa in the living room, staring at the blank TV. It was a flat screen, and looked like it would be used for the superbowl. To bad the volume will always be quiet. I looked back at the boy, seeing if he had acknowledge my exsistence yet. Didn't seem so...I shrugged it off, knowing this was just as hard for him as it was for me. I looked around at the kitchen, due to my short attention span, and studied that more clsely too. It looked cold, and not very friendly like my old kitchen at home, which always had something tastey baking in the oven. Maybe with some time that would be fixed.

[Soul Of Space]

((It's interesting mainly because I can't usually type more than a paragraph... put my story writing skills to work here xD))

.::Sunnibel Nite::.

Sunnibel set her bag on the bed on the room and walked back out, scratching her puppy's ear absentmindedly. She walked nearly silently into the room where two others were. Her puppy examined the two but seemed genuinely interested in the boy. Sunny set her puppy down and watched as she scampered over to the him and pressed her cold nose against the boy's hand.

Sunny shook her head with a small smile as she watched the two curiously, her gaze resting on the boy. None of them talked, which made the place seem quieter than she was used to. She didn't seem to mind the silence though, and sat down in a couch, somewhat far off from the others. She wouldn't speak to someone, unless she really had to, which right now she didn't so she'd just enjoy the silence.

[sɪssᴏʀʜᴀɴᴅs]

P A R K E R

Park's gaze moved over to the two girls. People, finally. He was acually happy that there were other people here with him. He couldn't live alone in hiding; it would drive him mad. He tried not to stare akwardly, but that was just a natural reaction for him. Whenever he encountered someone new, he observed them. Not in a creepy way, it was a curious manner. He was a genuinely curious person. Parker offered each a small nod and smile. "Hello." He wasn't one for words and their situation wouldn't allow for a ton of them, but he figured it would be better to get the akwardness out of the way if they were to live together for who knows how long. His gaze followed the one move into the kitchen. A glance at the kitchen instantly made him aware of how hungry he was. He was quite nervous before coming here and had avoided eating for a day; it would have only made him feel sicker. He expected that there was food stocked for them, but he had stuffed a box of fruit roll ups into his duffel bag just in case before he left his house. Not that a single box could sustain him for more than a week; he took them more as a reminder of home.
There was one task looming ahead of him that he wasn't particuarly looking foward to. Learning to cook wasn't something he had really been planning to do. His parents cooked every day so there was never a need for him to learn how. It honestly didn't interest him either. He bit his lip, thinking about what bad could come about if he was given access to a stove. Hopefully he'd catch on. Eating microwave dinners for the rest of his life didn't appeal to him.

[SpreadingDread]

Lexxi Gold walked down the small street. She knew her destination, even if she didnt like it. She kept her head down, her hair sheilding her face. She had only a small bag with some clothes and a toothbrush. She reached the store. Before opening the door, she checked the street to make sure no one was around. She saw Mr. Anderson and smiled kindly at him. She went through the process to get into the room she would live in. She thanked him, then turned to face the room. There were already three people present. She scanned each of them, then turned to a room. It was an empty one, bigger, it seemed, than the rest. She set her bag down on the queen sized bed, then walked back out into the living room, closing her door behind her.

((I'm actually not gonna have my guy, it'll leave more space for others to join))

[Soul Of Space]

.::Sunnibel Nite::.

Sunny lifted her gaze when the boy said hello, and looked at him. She nodded and gave a soft, timid smile, but no words. She wasn't one to speak to others, especially if she didn't know them. Baby seemed interested in the others though, as she walked quietly around the room, sniffing at their feet or running in quiet circles around them. "Baby." Sunny said quietly, gaining the attention of the dog. She hoped no one would ask why she didn't speak beforehand, because she knew she'd fall silent again, or leave the room to go to her bedroom.

Her puppy returned to her and she lifted her into her arms before getting to her feet. She offered the others a small smile before she disappeared down the dimly lit hall to her room. She opened the door and shut it behind her when she was in. Sunny put her puppy down on the bed, and lay down, bored. She had nothing to do, and no one to even talk to, not that she wanted to anyway.