Under The States, Under Depression

Okay we were chatting this role play then had to go to bed and I'm tired of not being able to remember everything so I'm just posting it here as a reminder, carry it on the map or here, don't matter. :)

Um... okay, it was me as Kelly, Sunaria as Sun and Victom as Bront, we're all in a submarine then Unit 48 got me and Bront followed. Sun is somewhere in the back. xD Unit 56 will be coming in shortly, he's in the front of the ship as Unit 48 and I are half way to the back.

I believe it was Victom's turn next. :)

I guess I'll kick start it seeming VICTOM Is being a tard >




Mentally strained, Sun heaved herself up the ladder quickly, her breathes coming in soft silent breathes. She climbed out of the small hole, not even waitng for him, still angry at him for her having to heal him. Twice.

The brighter lights blinded Sun for a second, but quickly adjusted, bolting down the halls towards her scent, her nose slightly wrinkling at the other smells of the area.
Kelly! She called, reaching out as much as her mind barrier would let her.

tard urself >>

Bront sighed and rolled on his onto his feet. "Just cant seem to stay out of trouble can she!" He jumped through the metal coating the ship and traveling through the air in an actual Bolt of Lightning, he struck the tentacled freak.
"Fuck! What are you made out of?! Now listen here, Let her go now, and u dont loose your head!" Bront was clinging to his back, even though he knew it was a bad place to be. He had magnatized himself and was stuck there, though he had his legs wrapped around the bot.
Both guns were pressed against the back of his head. His knuckles turning white as he continued to grip the handles. "Give me an excuse! cause its past your bed time!"
He giggled slightly, trying to keep his head as he wanted to just end this and grab a hot dog.