"If you need help for your depression, go to Max, Arin, or Fae.
They're all very loving when it comes to you. I can be there if you
need to talk about something." River told Adrin. "I'm also good for
storytelling, I know a lot of stuff that sounds fake but is totally
real." (Did anyone notice yet that Adrin and Arin's names are only
different based on one letter?)
Some people need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of
steel. Covered in acid. On fire. Three times.
"Yeah, and my only personal goal is I wishing that soon I can meet
a sadist that I'm attracted to, and she's attracted to me, a
perfect Sadism and Masochism relationship, if you will." Dean said.
"You know, from what I've heard, Sadists don't usually like
Masochists. They enjoy watching people suffer from pain they
inflicted, not when someone enjoys it..." Adrin stated, timidness
in her voice.
"Sadism and Masochism relationships have existed for a very long
time." Dean said, "I wish Melina were still alive, we could,
possibly, maybe..." Tears welled up in Dean's eyes.
(A bit late for that, huh Dean. Want me to make a girlfriend for
you? XD By the way, when does the storm start?)
Max was sitting in his tent, thinking. He hadn't cracked into his
sketchbook yet, he could try that. He took it out of his bag, got
out a pencil and started to draw. He drew a young Melina with a
smile on her face, wearing a frilly dress and with a bow in her
hair, which was in cute pigtails. He had pretty good accuracy and
amazing realism. He'd probably never show it to anyone though. That
Melina was his alone. Unless, like, Christina or Adrin asked to
see. When he finished the drawing, he went outside of the tent and
drew Adrin in a really happy scenario, and after that drew Dean
getting his butt kicked. He started laughing at that one, imagining
it actually happening.
Some people need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of
steel. Covered in acid. On fire. Three times.
Arin spoke up again. "There's an old rundown bar we can escape to
before the storm." He said, smiling a bit. Adrin saw Max drawing,
and called to him. "Hey, whatcha' drawing?" She asked, not getting
up since her ankle was still setting.
(Riley. What. What is it you're talking about. Are you plotting
something?
Okay, I'll make Dean a girlfriend. Hold on a sec.)
He drew River killing someone with a pen, in the most creative way
Max could imagine. Pretty good, if you asked him. Then he looked up
and closed the sketchbook quickly. "Uh, nothing. Nothing at all."
He said kinda fast. Then he gave in and said, "I'm drawing River
killing someone with a pen."
"Oooh sweet! Can I see?" River asked.
"No." Max replied.
Some people need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of
steel. Covered in acid. On fire. Three times.
''we need to wait until my brother get's back before leaving'' alex
said.
she went and started to back up her stuff in case they did decide
to take shelter.
Name: Rhea Klyne
Nickname: N/A
Age: 16
Gender: female
Appearance: Rhea has fiery red hair, lots of freckles, a very
pretty face, blue eyes, and paleish skin. She's 5'6" tall.
Personality: To be RPed?
Sexuality: Pansexual
Quirks: Complete sadist.
Other: She has a crush on Dean
Max frowned, but said, "Fine, but only Adrin." He came over and
showed her the picture of River killing someone with a pen, but
then dropped the sketchbook and the page flipped to the picture of
Adrin he drew.
Some people need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of
steel. Covered in acid. On fire. Three times.