The Monster Inside ***An apocalyptic thriller RP***

[Cutiechook15]

Name: Amber Gill
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Personality: Smart, fiercely Loyal to whoever wins her loyalty, over ready to fight,
Appearance: long blonde hair, blue eyes, tall,
Quirks: her hands have a resting state of her 4th finger crossed over her pinkie
Other: she gets rid of the monster later

Accepted!

 

[Ihavesomechickens]

(Well, excuse me. She's like the opposite of me. )

Really? Likes reading books, writes books, exists, Like chickens, I mean I don’t know you personally but from what you’ve said about yourself...

 

[BESSIE THE QUAIL]

(Well, excuse me. She's like the opposite of me. )

(lol when i read what ihavesomechickens said)

 

[Cutiechook15]

Okay, we can start now if y'all want! Btw I'm about to change my character's names. XD I don't like Candor's. lol

 

[Starburst]

Really? Likes reading books, writes books, exists, Like chickens, I mean I don’t know you personally but from what you’ve said about yourself...

(Fine. Her personality might be the tiniest, teeniest based off of me, but not really...maybe it is)

 

[Ihavesomechickens]

(Fine. Her personality might be the tiniest, teeniest based off of me, but not really. And my appearance and age are waaaaaaaaaay different, lol)

( uh huh, sure hun. Let’s start the roleplay now, ekk I’m so excited.)

 

[Starburst]

(Everyone, totally off-topic, but it's going to be 90+ degrees Fahrenheit today. And I thought 60 degrees was unreasonably warm. )

 

[Ihavesomechickens]

(Everyone, totally off-topic, but it's going to be 90+ degrees Fahrenheit today. And I thought 60 degrees was unreasonably warm. )

( you are going to be like a hot pocket you accidentally put in the microwave for half a day.)

 

[Starburst]

( you are going to be like a hot pocket you accidentally put in the microwave for half a day.)

(I don't know what a hot pocket is, but if it was in the microwave for that long, I think I'll be a puddle)

 

[Cutiechook15]

(Okay, it's Kit and Blake now. )

Kit sighed, looking in the mirror and scrubbing at the splotch of ink on her cheek. It had been so quiet lately. Not that I don't mind. She thought, a faint smile on her face. She began putting on a bit of foundation to cover a recent breakout on her forehead. She proceeded with a little bit of mascara and a small winged eyeliner. Then she put her glasses on, smiling in satisfaction. Kit didn't know why she bothered putting on makeup, it was not like she was going to see someone. Buuut, it did feel nice to look in the mirror and not feel ugly. She stood up straighter. "I'm going to make today a great day."

******

Blake lay in bed, his covers thrown off of him, sweat on his brow. Another nightmare. He rolled over and sat up. He would need to see his therapist about that. Sighing, he stood and walked to the mirror. His left arm itched, even though he knew there was nothing to scratch. It was dysphoric, looking in the mirror and not seeing his whole left arm. He sighed. "Another day."