Zones (Apocalyptic Roleplay)

Carissa: *does the same* hmm.... I wonder what real food tasted like...

Spard: Only if you're positive you won't get scared again. But, sure!

Rose: uhm... I think I'll be ok... And I like it there

Spard: Okay, let's go!

Pyre: I imagine something like these...

Carissa: perhaps... Hmm... How would you feel about visiting where I grew up? I warn you that outcasts will try to kill us for a bit until they figure out that we aren't to be messed with tho...

Rose: *smiles and gets up*

Pyre: Sure, sounds like life as usual

Carissa: *smiles then hesitates* oh... And would you mind if a few of our attackers died?

Spard: *walks out the door and to the Zone*

Rose: *looks curiously at different buildings* what is that building?

Spard: That's the Capitol Building. There's one in each Zone. *he says as he follows her gaze to a large rectangular building with columns*

Rose: oh... So that's what it looks like... *frowns slightly...*

§China'sAllieCat§ wrote:Carissa: *smiles then hesitates* oh... And would you mind if a few of our attackers died?

Pyre: *shakes his head and smiles mischievously* You do know what I do for a living right? *he chuckles lightly*

Carissa: good... *smiles... She has a "the games are afoot" look in her eyes* shall we begin then?

Pyre: *nods* I'll grab my coat *he heads towards his room*

Spard: What what looks like?

Carissa: *grabs a few throwing knives then waits... Her dagger is always on her person*

Rose: the Capitol...

Spard: Yep. It looks like there aren't many guards today, maybe there's a speech.

Rose: uhm... I'd rather not hear it...

§China'sAllieCat§ wrote:Carissa: *grabs a few throwing knives then waits... Her dagger is always on her person*

Rose: the Capitol...

Pyre: *comes out of his room wearing his long, black, trench coat* Ready?

Carissa: *smiles mischievously and nods. She is wearing her coat as well...*

Neko enters back into his room, placing his weapon to the correct area of placement. He sighs, knowing how monster out his work is, but he must keep at it, for the safety of the people, and for the safety of himself. He removes his gas mask and pops in another nasuea inducing pill into his mouth. He swallows it with some water before finishing off the glass. He puts the gas mask back on before placing himself back onto his bed, his breathing slightly ragged. He closes his eyes and tries to sleep. The screams of the outcasts filling his mind as his consciousness fades.

Pyre: *grins, as he walks his coat billows, revealing two guns strapped to his sides, he offers her his arm and smirks*

Carissa: *smiles and takes his arm* I see you prefer the quicker kills... *she shifts her arm and pulls a dagger seemingly out of nowhere...* and I still like a challenge... *she slips it back into its place as they exit*

Pyre: *raises an eyebrow* I don't use them if I don't have to... I prefer to-..... conserve ammo (Translation: His strength is already doubled, he uses his bare hands)