Lilly’s Comments (group member since Jun 18, 2011)

Lilly’s comments from the Roleplaying group of randomness roleplaying group.

awesome! do you wanna do an rp together?

Mitch knew he had to work quickly. He removed his shirt, a white linen button down, and wrapped it around his foot, grimacing at the pain, "Alice, don't cry," Mitch snapped, "I need you to be strong. The only way both of us are going to get out of here alive is if you do exactly what I tell you to. Are you going to be able to do that?"

"Today's tuesday, on tuesdays we gather food," said Charlie, pulling out a map Mitch had sketched. She pointed to large black mass labelled Hugh's Rock, "This is where we go search for bird's nests to see if we can find eggs. Then we go here," she pointed to a nameless stream, "and try our luck at fishing. We spend the remainder of the day picking berries here," she pointed at the berry patch.

it's cool.

hi

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Mitch struggled harder, the other seven were closing in, too late, too late, he thought as he felt teeth puncture his leg. He whipped around with the sword, beheading four, and the other three backed off. The tooth marks were shiny and red around his left ankle. He mentally calculated how long it would take the poison to reach his heart from there. Twelve hours until he would be fully turned. Four hours until he was no longer functional. And, luckily, three hours until he no longer could be saved. He had time to escape this.

"I live in the fast lane," growled Charlie, turning away from him, "so what?"

i'll do one :) what kind of rps do you like?

"Sweetheart, I'm just being a straightshooter," Charlie smiled, "even though I'm totally head-over-heels for you, I haven't gone soft. The day I lose my edge is the day pigs fly."

Mitch was grabbed by a zombie he hadn't seen, and seven swarmed around him. He fought to free himself, but it was too late, surely he would be bitten.

"Is subtlety or effectiveness what counts? I wonder," said Charlie, smirking and dropping the dagger from his throat, "If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead."

Mitch took out his sword in preparation for whatever was to come.

"I was going to prove how ruthless I was," said Charlie, but quick as a whip she drew her dagger and pressed it lightly to his Adam's apple, "now do you believe me?"

Mitch sped up so he was at her side.

Charlie kissed him, wrapping one arm around his neck and with the other fiddled with something in her belt.

Mitch wondered where the men could be.

"Of course," said Mitch.

"You'd be surprised by how ruthless I can be," said Charlie, but it was a complete bluff.

"What?" asked Mitch, turning around.

Charlie kissed him lightly on the lips, "Wait until it gets out that you left a survivor," whispered Charlie, still playing along, "it will ruin you."

"I thought you creatures were the leave no survivors type," Charlie said, "why do I get to live?"

Mitch tread through the forest, heavy-hearted and hopeless.

"Mmm, you know, I think I read a column about that in the newspapers a while ago," said Charlie, playing along, "right in the 'annoying boys who are cocky pathological liars but somehow manage to find their way into the deepest recesses of your heart' section."

Mitch continued walking. He knew he was being harsh, that they were on this trek in the first place because of his big, noble dreams. Somehow, even though in this moment his heart kind of felt like it was glass dust, he couldn't bring himself to regret kissing her, or bringing her along, or her showing up in the first place, or him loving her to begin with. For better or for worse, every last bit of dust that was part of his heart belonged to her.

"I'm not becoming hostile," roared Mitch, "jeez Alice, you just rejected me about 12 seconds ago... can't I have a minute to be hurt before I get back to our noble 'put the whole world back together again' mission? Please?" He calmed himself down a little.

"Get off, get off," said Charlie through her laughter, playfully pounding on his chest, "god, of all the times to die, I have to die at 5:00 a.m. on a tuesday?"

"Eww," said Charlie, "that's gross. Maybe you are a zombie, just a really intelligent one, and you're just trying to gain my confidence so you can eat my flesh!" Charlie faked a horrified expression before doubling over laughing.

"Do what?" Mitch asked bluntly, his eyes unreadable.

"No, you're right, this is stupid," sad Mitch, his face like a thunder cloud. He stepped away from her quickly, almost tripping over a root, "You ready to go?" he asked, his voice icy and emotionless.

"If you keep on winking, your face is going to get stuck like that," joked Charlie, sticking out her tongue at him.

"You already said that one," Charlie teased, beginning her stretches.

Mitch stopped, "This is all right with you, right?" he asked tenderly.

Mitch met her halfway. The kiss was sweet and gentle, cautious. He didn't want to overstep any line.

"Morning, Sunshine," said Charlie, smiling at him warmly.