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abigail *she twitched, her master would never call her by her real name she took a sharp breath in , he grabbed nick by his shirt (absent mindedly muscal spasum)* t-thats my name

Nicholas:

"Redhead, calm down!" he sputtered in surprise, getting her to let go. He wet more strips of his shirt, placing them on her neck and face. "I know it's your name. Calm down, take some deep breaths..." He cupped water in his hands. "Open up your mouth, you need a drink." 

abigail *she opened her mouth, her headseemedt tobe clearing alittle, but not totally, he cold cloths made her shiver but the fever was fading* where am i *she asked trying toget her barrings

Nicholas:

He poured the water in his hands into her mouth. Seeing that it wasn't very efficient, he took off his hoodie and the rest of his shirt. He dipped his shirt into the water, soaking it, then squeezed water into Abigail's mouth. He wasn't completely muscular, but he wasn't fat. His upper body was lanky and striped with scars. 

"We're in an artificial world created by scientists. That's... That's all I know. We're part of something called Project Sky, I think." He looked at Abigail, then squeezed some more cold water into her mouth. He lightly allowed the back of his hand to come in contact with her neck. "Your fever's going down... ... That's good." He let out a sigh of relief. 

Why was I so worried? She's just a girl that happens to be in the same situation as me. ... But I felt so worried. I've never worried about another person this much before. 

Nicholas shook his head to himself. He had to pull himself together. No questions. Right now, he had to take care of Abigail. 

Nicholas:

He squeezed more water into Abigail's mouth, wiping some blood away from his mouth with his shoulder. "Are you okay, Abigail?" he asked, taking off a wet strip of cloth on her forehead that had been there for a long time and, then squeezed out the old water, proceeding to dip it into the cold river and put it back in its place. He blinked his amber eyes, sitting on his calves next to Abigail. He then re-soaked the ripped-up shirt he used to give Abigail a drink, making sure it had as much water soaked in as possible. He then gave Abigail another drink. "You're going to have to drink a lot. I think it'll help. I'm not sure, I'm just hoping for the best right now." 

abigail *she sat up alittle, after drinking the water, and put her hand on her head* yeah my heead isjust spinning *the sound f the river was relaxing, but she dident fel relaxed, she looked over at nicholas* eah, iguess your right, *she was sitting up now, and cupped her hands under the water and drank it*

abigail *she sat up alittle, after drinking the water, and put her hand on her head* yeah my heead isjust spinning *the sound f the river was relaxing, but she dident fel relaxed, she looked over at nicholas* eah, iguess your right, *she was sitting up now, and cupped her hands under the water and drank it*

Nicholas:

He let out a sigh of relief, leaning against a very close tree. "I'm glad to hear you're okay..." He slipped his exposed arms into the sleeves of his hoodie, then zipped it up, hiding his scars. Nicholas picked up what was left of his soaking shirt, then squeezed the water out. He looked up at the sky, something he did often. He wasn't sure why, but the sky somehow comforted him. He then looked back at Abigail. "I think we should stay here for a while. It's very close to a source of water, and that's something you need." 

Name: Laura Spears

Age: "9+9=??? 18!"

Gender: "Welll what do you Think I got breast's for a reason"

History (optional): "I used to be a model.... until I was kidnapped..."

Relationship Status: "SINGLE BRO!"

Additional details: "No"

Looks:

Name: Brian Nicols

Age: 18

Gender: "I dunno my parents decided to give me a boy name so yeh"

History (optional):  "I aint tellin you! I dont tell strangers my past ..."

Relationship Status: "i did have a gf but she dumped me so im single"

Additional details: "not that I know of"

Looks: 

Awesomesauce! Thanks for joining, Thunder.

Please note that this is a roleplay of survival, wits, and creativity. ^-^ So, have fun. I have one girl character, named Corvina (if I remember correctly), so you can just start wherever. Right now, Corvina is walking around aimlessly, to find another person to buddy up with for survival. 

awesomesauce lol! ok and DO you really think I wouldnt read the story?

Laura wouldwalk around the grassy plane(field area) until she stepped in some poop from some animal or creature "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwww" was allthat came out of her and she quickly snatched her foot out of the poop. Dear lord please make a river appear some where near by she thought and started to search for a river or evena puddle to wash off her foot.

Brian held a big long stick poking the ground and leaves while he walked through the forest hoping that he wouldnt encounter any snake or beast. He was getting for he had walked miles and miles. Then he decided to sit and rest for a bit... or maybe even hours if possible.  Closing his eyes you could tell he was very tired, and he would drift off into a deep sleep... which he hadn't wanted to happen but happened any ways

and welcome

abigail *she nodded* thank you *she almost whispered, this was a weird feeling, dependence, somthing she had never relied on, she now had to, in an enverment shedidentknow with a boy she onlyknew for a day, or what was represent as a day in this dome* maybe this would be a good time to talk? *her voice was regainingstregth* i mean if were ganna be here awhile might as well do somthing

Corvina:

She walked around aimlessly in the dome, in need of something to do. It was her second day in this artificial world. Still, she hadn't found anybody to stay together with. "Come on, Corvina, you can't be the only person in here," she muttered to herself, brushing a strand of her short blonde hair out of her eyes. She looked up at the blue sky, her eyes meeting the giant clock that stole the center of attention. It reminded her of pocket watches you'd see in the 1700's, or old fairytales that you'd hear about from grandparents, who heard it from their grandparents. 

Nicholas:

"Talking seems like the only option we have right now," he said, laying his wet shirt out on a rock to dry. He twiddled his thumbs as he tried to think of something to talk about. The only thing he could find to talk about was what Abigail's favorite color was, but that was a stupid topic, and it'd get them nowhere. Covering up a small yawn, Nicholas looked over at Redhead, stretching his arms a little. "A~lright, uh... ... Truth or dare?" He felt kind of sheepish as he said it. 

Truth or dare? he thought bitterly to himself. What are you, Nicholas? Ten years old? Of all things you could find to talk about, you decide to play truth or dare?

abigail im how about truth? im not really in any shape for dare *she watched the river moveing so peacfuly, the water was blue but th rock under the water were neon green an blue  it was strange* how did u keep going, i mean when your parent were shoveing needles it  you and you just wanted to scream and make everything stop- how did u keep going?

Nicholas:

He was quiet for a while. Finally, he decided to talk, only after popping up the hood of his hoodie so most of his face was hidden away. "... I was forced to keep going. Every now and then they'd force a drug into me, that caused me to become addicted to the ingredients they put in their experiments. It was almost like being forced to enjoy my torture." He let out a bitter laugh. 

abigail *shedident look over at him, if she did shed picture him, being tortures, tears and blood, she couldent evenimagin, even though she had a hard life she was neverforce to become ddicted to her beatings* y-your turn *she said abittaken from what he said*

Nicholas:

"Alright, then," he said, a bit annoyed that he was forced to remember the things about life he was trying to forget. He glanced over at Abigail, then at the river. He watched how it flowed, and almost became jealous of it. It was so simple, without a single care in the world. Finally, the turned back to Abigail. "... Why did you keep on going? What was your motive in life? Why did you continue to live?"

abigail i dident have one, i tried to kill myself countless times, it never worked, but i guess when i finally got fre it was to- your ganna call me an idiot- but this dog, it was a stragllylittle mutt with no one, not even someone to hate him, soon enough he was following me everywhere just for scraps and to stay warm at night if i die so woul he...