Trapped [Survival-ish RP/Open!~]

[crystwolf]

Kasu frowned as the other walked away. Though he had half a mind to go after her, he turned to Simari instead. "You went to fight again?" He murmured, rubbing and hand over his face tiredly.

Kosa stood up and picked up both of her swords, turning to explore the town. She turned her eyes up to the sky as she trudged through the heavy snow, eyes lost in the falling snowflakes. She smiled slightly. The snow was always her friend - It had helped her a lot during her times in the streets, to keep from being killed, and giving her a chance to run away. But now...It was just going to make it worse.

[blueroseknight95]

[crystwolf]

Kosa stopped slightly when she came upon a pond, staring at a figure that was laying in the snow. Unsure whether he was in Murderers or Killers, she simply walked past, though her grip tightened on her sword.

[blueroseknight95]

[crystwolf]

"Murderer." She stopped walking a turned to face him, a free hand moving to her holster as well, where he gun was. "You?"

[blueroseknight95]

[crystwolf]

She nodded, walking over to him, though not so close. People could easily lie that they were in another group...She tensed slightly. "I'm Kosatii. Your name?"

[~|Cookie|~]

Simari rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "All I went to go do was get anything left behind." She sneered. "I didn't think they were still there and since they were I thought I may as well get a kill or two. The less the better."

[crystwolf]

Kasu narrowed his eyes at Simari but said nothing, instead turning and walking back to the base with a heavy frown, arms crossed as he tried to warm his hands.

[blueroseknight95]

     The boy blinked his royal blue eyes. "My name is Kaoru Ainsworth. I was just dismissed from walking the perimeters of the base for working extra hard, and killing a rabbit by accident." He crossed his arms.

     Hikaru sighed as she watched the two leave from the second floor window. She blinked, then began looking around the old building. The top floor room she was in was full of old books. She dusted off the spine of one, reading that the title was something in Latin. She sighed, then looked at the cover of another. Sleepy Hollow. She remembered the story; her mother used to read it for Halloween every year, which gave the girl her style of clothing. She smiled faintly, then began walking out of the room.