Raycre Village (Roleplay)

[Beary]

I sniff and look up. My eyes are red and my face is streaked with tears.
"I'm just...angry. And upset. And sad. And confused."

I burst into tears again.

 

[Mercedes]

I peer into the trees

 

[Beary]

(Ah bushes. Where would those bushed be?)

 

[Mercedes]

(Lol were in the woods so I though there'd be bushes just going to put trees xp)

 

[Jawile]

I sit down next to Cindra, and put my arm around her.
"It's okay..." I say. "I'll, um, be here..." I try to be as non-awkward as possible.

 

[Beary]

I cry some more, then look at him. "Thank you." I murmur.
"I'm just so confused with myself..."

 

[Mercedes]

I think to myself "why is she confused?" Then I trip on a root and fall in to site.

 

[Jawile]

I sigh.
"I've always been confused." I say.

 

[Beary]

I see the girl and I fall off of the stump.
"OW!" I exclaim.

 

[Mercedes]

"Oh sorry...Cindra..did I hurt you?" I look with sorrow in my eyes

 

[Jawile]

I get up. "Augh! Are you alright?" I ask Cindra.

 

[Beary]

"oww..." I say. My knee is scraped and bleeding from the rough bark on the stump.

"Not really." I prop myself up on my elbows.

 

[Jawile]

I take a long, thick, white cloth out of my bag. I wrap it around the scrape, and help Cindra up.
"What were you doing??" I say angrily.

 

[Mercedes]

"Sorry...I am a huge cults...*sigh* I am only good at stealing..." I say to Cindra



I look at Jay and say "Duh...listening to you guys talk..."

 

[Beary]

"Why?" I remark angrily, to the girl.
I hop on one foot, and sit back down on the log.

 

[Jawile]

"Yeah... I'm... Interested." I say, focusing on the girl. I create some more blue sparks.

 

[Beary]

I put my hand around Jay's wrist.
"I don't think she meant to hurt me. It's alright."

 

[Jawile]

The sparks quickly dissipate at the touch.
"...Oh."

 

[Mercedes]

"Well..I have been alone for awhile now...and..I guess I am nosey...and...you guys are nice! I am just curious that's all!" I say to the both of them

 

[Beary]

I let go of his wrist and sit silently, looking at Mercedes.
The white cloth binding my knee is slowly turning red.