Role Play Here

Laura got to a river and washed her foot off

Brian woke up later and quick;y got and l

Nicholas:

I hate dogs. They're stupid, they're gross, they're noisy- "Really? Well, that's, um... ... Nice." Sure, the girl had a good intention, and at least the dog kept her alive. But if he were in her place, he wouldn't even care about dogs. In fact, dogs were his least favorite animal on earth. He shrugged one shoulder. "I'm glad you care enough about something as little as a dog. That's, uh, nice of you." 

I gotta go, sorry. Bye bye!

abigail *sh could feel the emotionless compassion for her cause and smiled* all i was ever looking for is somthing to love me, and not for my body or sexual faver just for being me, he liked me the way i was and i was thankful for it *she hoped that would make it seem less childish, she looked at her scard arms from all te fail attempts* ever have a girl friend?

Nicholas:

He blinked a few times. "Well, that's a good reason, I guess. Are you sure he didn't like you for your food?" He then looked at Abigail with widened eyes. "Where did that question come from?!" he hissed, looking at her. "We go from talking about our sad and depressing lives and suddenly you ask about relationships?" He then rolled his eyes, crossed his arms, and muttered a small, "No." He then looked at Abigail, and as if to defend himself, quickly said, "But only because I never liked any girl in my neighborhood! And everybody kind of stayed away from me. I'm like a human repellant." 

abigail *her body tesned when he raised his voice at her, she dident mean to trigger him lke that* sorry lets talk more of our depresive lives if you enjoy it so much *she growled* your turn

Nicholas:

He then let out a sigh, knowing he had gotten out of hand. That's not good, Nicholas. Not good. "Alright, we can talk about relationships... It just kind of surprised me." And you're a total loser at relationships, Nicholas. Ever have a girlfriend? No. "... What about you? You ever have a... Boyfriend?" 

abigail no *shelooked down* the closest i got to a boyfriend was a cilent, he said hed by me and make me freee but it wasa sick joke he played on me, he was my masters brother and used me like they alll did,*she laughed abit* thats the closest i ever was *she repeated the cruel humor made her seem cold, and her crimmson hair went over her face protect hereyes* are you eye genetic or..um an experiment

Nicholas:

"... I'm sorry to hear that," he said quietly, looking at the ground. Now they were back to depressing stories, weren't they? Nicholas then glanced back at the redheaded girl, the color of his eyes coming into his mind. "Experiment. My entire family has blue eyes. My eyes were blue, too. But, after my parents decided to experiment with the DNA of my eyes, then it all went wrong and now I'm some sort of wolf-eye-colored guy." He thought of a question. "So, do you have any memories with your parents?" 

abigail *she went to say somthing before he asked about her paren but the qestion cut her off* no all i remeber is when they were shot, *she sighed, her head was clear now* your turn* she still wasent lett her face b seen, she was crying under that thick red hair silent tears she refused o let him see

opps forgot it was her turn XD)

Nicholas:

"... I'm really sorry, about your parents," he said quietly, feeling the emotion of her words. He truly felt horrible for her. She's been through a lot, and she's been going down a rough and bumpy road. Nicholas couldn't tell if Abigail were crying or not- It seemed like an appropriate time to cry, but he couldn't see her face. "Actually, it's your turn to ask a question," he replied, very very quietly and softly.

abigail *she felt abit stupid after he pointed out that it was actualy her turn, she dident want it to be, she took a deep breath pulling her mind out of dark places, she dident say anthing for awhile, she watched the river, actualy continued water the rver, she hadent looked away from it for a long time* where did those scars come from

Nicholas:

His body stiffened when she asked about the scars. He rolled up one of his sleeves, so he could look at some of the scars that covered his arms. "My parents. Sometimes I'd try to get away when they injected things into me, and the needle would move." He unrolled his sleeve. "Other times, my parents would try to intimidate me into staying still and accepting the drugs by using a knife on me." He quickly thought of another question, not wanting to dwell on the past he hated. "What's your favorite color?"

abigail teal *she said softly and stood p slowly, brushing herhair away from her face, her red tinted eyes lookedover at him* maybe we should start heading back? *she was getting ancy just sitting there, the artifical wind blew againest her skin, she studied him for a moment, she could see the scars still, threw his cloths she remebered where they were and how they looked, she imagined his pain, and unshed tears from his life, being trapped in a world like that, she understoodpain but she dident understand being prisioned, physicaly and emotionaly she would have given up but he sat there, his eyes like the sparks of a fire, and he was strong, no weakined- like her*

Nicholas:

He nodded with agreement. "Yeah, you seem to have recovered quite a bit." He stood up, brushing off some dirt that got on his hoodie. He then looked at Abigail, noticing that she had practically been staring at him for quite a while. "Would you please, please stop looking at me like that?" he requested, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "You're making me feel like a rabbit in a room full of foxes." He picked up the shredded-up shirt he had left on a rock to dry, and saw that it had dried quite a bit, despite the matter of moistness it still held. 

"Are you coming? We should start making footprints while there aren't any wild animals around to pop up and eat our heads off." He began to walk in the direction the camp was in, his eyes looking forward. Nicholas always tried to look forward, to the future, instead of looking backwards and at the things he'd already done. The teen always told himself that you can't get anywhere by sticking in one spot, and you'd have to go further by looking forward and seeing the things that need to be done. At least, that's what he tried to think to himself whenever he woke up, finding himself strapped down to a metal table with his parents looming over him like two hawks who found some dead meat to chew on. 

Nicholas shook his head to himself. Don't think about the past, think about the future. Focus on staying alive and surviving right now. The past is nothing. 

Abigail *she averted her eyes, when he asked she dident relies she had been stareing at him, and a light tint wased over her face like being caught whating a movie she shouldn’t be watching, she walked torwards camp as well not following or leading, just moveing , she refused to look at him now, still ashamed for being caught stareing, she was looking at the trees, the cooper trunks and scarlet leaves it was strange walking threw this forest normaly doing so would make her feel safe and free but it was like being in a cage with fake trees and plants, a dim reminder of home more painful then comfreting, even though her home was full of blood and heart break the comfret of being home would be welcomed she knew were to go there, what to eat and who to avoid, she began to feel ichy in her damp cloths from all the water nic had put on her, trying to help her after she tried to save, him witch was probly more stupid then smart, she shouldn’t have risked her own self for this stranger

Nicholas:

Finally, when the two reached camp, Nicholas finally looked at Abigail. "Oh, your clothes are kind of damp," he pointed out, suddenly realizing it was because of the wet strips of his shirt he had put on her. He sat down on a rock. "Sorry. I must have gone all out." He shrugged one shoulder, then picked up a small stone he quickly saw on the ground. Running his fingers over the smooth surface, he immediately felt a sharp pain in his stomach. He dropped the stone and made a sort of choking noise, as if he were being strangled by invisible hands that nobody could see. He quickly ran over to some odd purple bushes and proceeded to cough out large portions of blood onto the leaves and into the dirt, staining the ground with a sickening crimson red color. Having lost so much blood, Nicholas stumbled back to the rock, his head spinning and not thinking clearly. Nicholas let out some air through his mouth, cradling his head in his arms, and resting his elbows on his knees. He felt as if he were weak, like he couldn't even pick up a piece of paper. 

Abigail its fine *she replied* you basicly saved my life by putting water on my *she said but then everything happened at once alerm hit his face and he ran over to the bushes, spuing the red liquid all over the oddly colored plants,and stubble back over she wanted to help him some how but what could she do, her strength was returning but that doesn’t mean she should strain herself, she might fall right back were she started* we need really food not bugs and berries *she stated, of course he would know that* we should go check my traps *she hessitaited on saying that worrying he might snap at her for trying to push him to move

Nicholas:

A bit reluctantly, he nodded with agreement. "Alright," he said, his voice kind of airy and weak. He stumbled into a standing position, forcing himself to use whatever blood he had left in him for strength. "I.... .... Didn't know.... you had traps." There were short pauses in between his speech, breaking up his sentences in odd patterns, as if he were too weak to speak. He then swallowed some saliva, willing strongly for his head to stop moving. "We... Should go to-.... ... Gether. That way... We'll... Be there.... If the other gets.... In trouble." He was a bit off-balance, wobbling a bit and being unsteady on his feet. It was almost as if he were standing on a single string, like in circuses. Nicholas forced his arms to do a little gesture, which came out rather awkwardly, as if his hands had minds of his own and he were just a puppet.

"Well, then," he said in his airy and unnatural voice. "... Lead the... ... Way."