~*~The Rebellion RP (Restarted)~*~

Zylan walked near the front of the group quietly, not talking to anyone. Others might think that he just didn't want to be social, but actually, he was going through battle plans and strategies in his head, checking back on memorized maps.

Rosalynn walked near boySam, still fiddling with the parts. Not watching where she was going, a root tripped her, landing on her hands and knees. She stood and quixkly hurried to collect the parts that were strewn on the ground.



Rosalynn collected the rest of her parts and stood up next to boySam once again. She tuned out all the other sounds, and focused on her work and the ground, determined not to fall again.



((@Shleya Remmos Blue Raven moved on without C))

Zylan saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Eli was walking along the outside of the others, probably trying not to be seen.



((Sowwy))

Zylan shook his head at C, in a 'never mind' gesture.


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"Wax, eh? Machines was always my kind of thing." Rosalynn shrugged, "When I was a kid, my dad had a workshop. I would help him fix up the machines. I remember one day while looking for spare parts in the dump, we found a Harley. It was in bad shape, and restoring it became our project. At least before he died, that is."
"That's cool. I would make models out of wax then scrounge up parts from junkyards and make whatever it was I made a model of. I built a brace for my dad's leg so he can walk."
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