♦ end oғ тнe lιne - тeaм ғorтreѕѕ 2 rp ♦ (new/accepтιng)

[.:Muffet:.]

Lovey grinned and stroked Reginald on his nose. "Okey dokey! Come on bro!" She called playfully to Scout and started directing Reginald to camp. "You're a nice horse I think everyone will like you!" She said to Reginald proudly.

[Rancid Roadkill]

ғelιce ѕιegal aĸa тнe cooĸ
Feeling only noticed Pyro after he spoke. He glanced over at him, taking notice of the lighter and
his disposition and almost immediately knew who he was. He hasn't seen Pyro since the night the
outbreak first happened, the man seemed frightened by the thunderstorms so Felice helped him
make a pillow fort as a form of protection and to help him sleep. He wasn't sure if he even made
it out of the room the night, but avoided bring the subject up as he spoke to him, "Don't be so
down, mate.." He gently nudged him, his voice was slightly muffled but audible, "Now hide that
before they take it away.." He then whispered, warning him about the lighter. He then glanced
over at Demo and Soldier, he groaned loud enough for them all to hear. All of them had the look
of defeat, all except the Cook that is. He fought the entire time he was in custody and never
allowed the authorities to stomp them to the ground. He held his head high, his glare pierces
through everyone of the guards. The pulled up it files the week before, telling of the man's crimes
back in Europe and how he was sentenced to death, with the bit of information it was very unlikely
that he would be allowed to even join the general population. His eyes soon glanced over to the
tinted windows of the bus, it wouldn't be long until they would be at the airport.

[NerdyChika]

Pyro.

He nodded and put it in him pocket "I'm not used to my face like this" He signed resting his head against the wall and looking at him with his green eyes, "I bet it is weird seeing me like this ....well without my mask" He joked moving his hair and tried to brighten up the mood he knew that being in prison was worst but to be honest it was better then nothing.

[molotov]

Lovey grinned and stroked Reginald on his nose. "Okey dokey! Come on bro!" She called playfully to Scout and started directing Reginald to camp. "You're a nice horse I think everyone will like you!" She said to Reginald proudly.

Scout
He glanced back where he herd lovey called out playfully and couldent help but smile slightly, he turned back to where he last saw the movement and scanned the area not seeing the scrawny Grayhound crouching a far distance away. He shrugged it off and started into a run, He hit down a few zombies down with his pistol in the process.

[.:Muffet:.]

Lovey could see somewhere Scout was fighting off the zombies. She frowned because she didn't want Reginald or any of her friends to get hurt. she dug around her backpack and pulled out a Molotov and a lighter "just in case.." she sighed

[Rancid Roadkill]

ғelιce ѕιegal aĸa тнe cooĸ
Felice glanced back to Pyro and gave him a reassuring smile, "Understandable, mate! It's as if it
has become apart of your body.." He chuckled, his anger slowly dwindling away as he took in Pyro's
features. He sat back against the seat and crossed one leg over the other, "A little strange, yes..
Much younger then I imagined..~" He carefully brought his hand up, not wanting to strain them
further on the cuffs, and ran his fingers along Pyro's hair, "Oi, yer hair is shorter then I imagined
too..! Medic did a fine job on keepin' yer appearance a secret for ya, mate..~" He joked around
before playing his hand back on his lap. He wondered how well Pyro would cope in prison, he knew
the man was schizophrenic and a violent one at that...he's not the type of man Felice would want
to be around while he's going through one of his episodes, but then again he felt somewhat responsible
and protective over him too. He just hoped that everything would work out for the better.

((For those who don't know what Schizophrenia is, it's a severe brain disorder in which people
interpret reality abnormally. Schizophrenia may result in some combination of hallucinations,
delusions, and extremely disordered thinking and behavior.))

[NerdyChika]

Pyro.

He laughed a little bit "Yeah he did I didn't want anyone to see my face due to all the scars and that nothing our team mates they would of looked and asked how I got them".
He signed with a smile at Felice "I bet you can kind of guess what I am missing at the moment" He nervously laughed "It's is the only way I could kill those people to be honest I must say.......I really want to see what it is like to see stuff normal".
He lent his head back and looked up at the ceiling "All I can see at the moment is ....well....sparkles".
He smirked a little bit.

[Rancid Roadkill]

ғelιce ѕιegal aĸa тнe cooĸ
Felice chuckled again, "Scars are nothin' mate! Can't look worse then that ugly b******, Sniper..~"
He joked around again. He hatred for the man was well known by most of the others. By what Pyro
said next got Felice thinking, "Ahh...he thinks the mask causes the delusions..poor lad doesn't
know it's mental I suppose.." He thought in his head before speaking to Pyro again, "They keep
a hold of our..personal items for when we are released..but yer not completely disarmed, mate.."
He told him, "He still have our hands an' feet, that's all we need to fight back and kill..just never
give in to them.." He gave a small sigh, leaning against Pyro just a bit while looking up at the
ceiling too, "I see 'em too, mate..I see 'em too.." He trailed off quietly.

Nearly two hours pass before the bus makes it the the airport where they will be transferred.
With the bus parked, the guards and standby officers began unloading the Prisoners off the bus.

((Doing a small time skip for the Prisoners.))

[NerdyChika]

Pyro.

He smiled a bit then it dropped when one of the police officer grabbed him, he growled a bit when they told him to move from his seat "You so happy I haven't got my rainbower" He mumbled but loud enough for felice to hear, he moved of the bus as they slowly push him to the plane which looked different to him then he stop as the police officer wanted a little talk with one another. He took this time to see what he was dealing with.

[Rancid Roadkill]

ғelιce ѕιegal aĸa тнe cooĸ
By the end of the bus ride, Felice was actually in a relaxed state for the first time since the outbreak.
Although he would never admit it, he felt some type of close comfort from being near his teammate
and not complete strangers. He snapped out of the comforting daze when Pyro was grabbed away from
his seat. Since he was leaning against him he nearly fell over, but managed to quickly regain himself
as his eyes snapped open. He was escorted out along with the other inmate when they are made to
stand in a single file line to be checked for weapons or contraband again before boarding their flight.
Felice stood close to Pyro and gave him a small nudge as a warning, he looked down at him pocket
where he placed his lighter, hoping he would get the hint.