You should make the first RP where everyone dies of natural causes. XD
Also, I feel bad that you're all alone killing people... :[ I feel like I should make my first evil character to help you out.
Also, I feel bad that you're all alone killing people... :[ I feel like I should make my first evil character to help you out.
Feeling a little relieved as Damien took Cathy from her side, Amy followed the group at a more leisurely pace. They all began to fall silent, conversation clearly not on the forefront of their minds. She sighed lightly, wiping one sleeve across her forehead and smearing away the light layer of sweat that had gathered. Every time she called upon her power now, she felt as though it took a small part of her with it. Though it concerned her slightly, she was hesitant to mention it.
Gazing to her left, where the water lay far beyond the thick copse of trees now, she found her mind began to stray. Perhaps it was because, for the first time today, she had moved outside of the chaotic city and was left to the calmness of the surrounding nature. As the twigs snapped beneath her borrowed shoes, her thoughts turned to her father. I wonder if they know yet? Maybe they'll finally realise what's wrong with me? She looked downward, feeling her face flush and her eyes water slightly. Her hair fell like a curtain, keeping Ryan from seeing. Or maybe they'll think I'm dead, or this is my fault. Maybe I'm a monster, like every other maniac in the streets. Maybe I'm dead either way.
Stepping closer to Ryan as they walked, Amy found herself reaching for his hand, lacing her fingers in around his and gripping them tightly. She continued to look away, viewing herself now as the weakest of the group. Emotions... That was what had burned and scarred Ryan so badly, what had caused her to burn so brightly early today. That was also what she needed right now to keep from burning again. At least, she thought, as Ryan's warm hand enveloped hers, at least there was some comfort to be had.