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Just Us Roleplay
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Just Us Roleplay1 didn't stop moving, constantly moving. The only sound he made was sniffing like a dog. If one didn't know that his ability was simalar to being able to track scents like a bloodhound, they might think that he was crazy. 1 liked the idea of being called crazy. Maybe he was. Who knew. Who cared. All that mattered was doing as the Masked Man asked, and retreving the children. He didn't even notice that 9 had dissapeared, but he did call out, "Do try and keep up. The Masked Man expects a lot from us, and wouldn't like it if he knew you were dilly-dallying."
The memory was fresh still, even though it had been 5 years. He still had it, the physical reminder from the experience; an ugly scar, running from the left underside of his chin, down the side of his neck, over his shoulder, and down his arm, thinning and stopping just before his wrist. He'd always done his best to hide it; he wore his hair somewhat long to cover his neck, and the left side of his shirt was long sleeved. It had always been a humiliation to him, a mark of his disobedience. Now, it served to remind him of how grave what he planned to do was, and that the consequences could be much, much worse. Worse than bleeding and screaming and sobbing as you were hauled to your feet by a soldier who had just used a weapon of your own making to permanently brand you for the rest of your life.
1 was quickly aproaching the city, still sniffing. He paused for a minute, a smile growing wide over his face. "Welcome to the Outside. Now, let's be on our way then, and if anyone asks, I'm your guardian." He didn't offer any more information than that, continuing to head into the metropolis.
1 grinned. "And why would we do that? Stretching things thin might make them break." He gave her a look, still smiling in a pointed way. "Wouldn't want you getting any ideas about rebelling. Too much outside time isn't good for one who comes from the Community."
1 quickly caught up to her, grabbing Loni's arm. "Not. So. Fast." He continued grinning, speaking through gritted teeth. "We're sticking together. A team..." He let go of her arm, "sticks together, no?" He looked at 19, "You wouldn't think of leaving without me, would you?"