Rylie raced out from her position. "Okay, okay, that's done! That's
over! Kid, you alright?" She leaned down to look at Agent Freak.
Though she was pained to admit it, they were all pretty good
fighters. That put her in a position to know where to start with
the training.
Makau appeared in the doorway to the training room, her face
completely bored even at the sight of something exciting. She
flicked her bangs out of her eyes and leaned on the frame, tucking
her hands in the pockets of her jeans. Rylie seemed concerned for
the collapsed one, but Makau shrugged it off. She was only passed
out. It wouldn't last. What a shame.
Louis walks up to the shack, shivering. He had thought that this
was in a desert, but it appears he was wrong. He knocks on the door
seven times, and waits for somebody to let him in.
Gem blinked as she saw people at the shack already. I don't want
to bother them. I'll wait till they go inside. She thought. She
went behind a tree, and shivered, pulling her arms into her hoodie.
Rylie glanced behind her to the trap door as she heard the knock.
"That's good. Things just got rough," She mumbles, pulling Agent
Freak to her feet. Rylie sprinted to the trap door. "Uh, you. Make
sure she's alright!" She called back to Makau, opening the
door.
"Two more! Great. In, in. Come on," Rylie greeted them.
(That's good, Jack!)
(Also, sorry again, but I think I would prefer if everyone writes
in the third person. It makes it easier to keep track of the
characters that way)
Makau tossed a questioning glance back at Rylie before turning her
gaze to Agent Freak. Her eyes narrowed, as if daring the girl to
not be okay. Truly, she didn't want to use words if she didn't have
to, and the situation simply wasn't dire enough.
(Either works. I use the real name because it looks nicer, but no
one really knows each others' real names in the RP but your
character is allowed to reveal it if they want to!)
(And @youllfloat I just said to please use 3rd person. Makes it
easier on everyone)
Almost everyone... A few aren't here yet. They might not come...
God, I hope they come. She thought almost bitterly, looking at
all of the recruits below her. She was about to close the door but
stopped as she heard the sneeze.
Rylie raised her head up again, looking around. She keeps one hand
on the throwing knife around her belt, ready to throw upon seeing
an enemy.
Gem stiffened. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no I messed up. Crud.
She thought. She carefully got out of her spot behind the tree. She
kept whispering "I'm sorry" under her breath, and kept her head
down as she slowly walked to the shack.
Rylie relaxed her grip. Don't let your guard down. She told
herself, still in a somewhat defensive position. "Uh. You got the
text, right? Do what it said to do and I'll let you in."
Makau glanced away, once more looking uninterested. Her hazel eyes
wandered over the walls and briefly over the faces of others.
Really, she wasn't look anywhere in particular, just letting her
thoughts slip away into her own head.