"Is this really the end?"|Literate|Realistic|Post Apocalyptic RP|Open!|

[Stuck in Limbo]

[Stuck in Limbo]

Holy crap 100 PAGES!!! :O ))

[Luna FreeFaller]

[Stuck in Limbo]

Who's posting?))

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{I believe Killjoy is away for a short while, but said he'll post whenever internet is available. Either of you guys may if you wish?}

[Stuck in Limbo]

We both did I think))

[sparticles]

{Ah you may post again if you'd like, or we can wait for Killjoy?}

[Stuck in Limbo]

Think we should wait. Can't think of anything else to say))

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{Neither can I ... ^_^}

[Killjoy.]

[Sorry I was away for the weekend, and ended up returning a day later than planned. I'm sorry if I held you guys up! Posting from my shattered screen of a phone is quite the task! I'll post now. Also, cool, 100 pages!]

"The future's too bright to dwell on the past. Life's fast, run faster."

A sheepish expression quickly crawled over the naturally anxious young male, Quinn, as Kennedy inquired about his band. Looking down with slender, furrowed eyebrows, his lips drew into a taut, thoughtful line. He couldn't help but crack a small, amused smile, once he looked up. "Oh, a whole bunch." Was all he said at first, his fingers drumming carelessly on his thighs. It was one of his many anxious quirks. "Just to name a few were Leathermouth, Death Spells, and My Chemical Romance. The last being the most popular of the few. I play guitar." He commented with a cheesy smile, shaking his head in embarrassment. "Well, I played." Quinn would add after a few moments, giving a nostalgic moment to his many rock groups.

Staying quiet for a few moments, Quinn listened to the group debate on the other, more ruthless groups out there. Deciding on keeping his mouth shut for this part, Quinn's honey-green eyes wavered towards Sweet Pea. She was lowered, tail wagging, and ears upright. Her elderly eyes still held a youthful smile as she bounded back and forth, trying to rile the young canine.

"That's terrible, Tonx." Was all that Quinn had to comment, offering up a reassuring smile to the female. Thoughts jumbled in his brain, and in attempts to silence- or at least hush- them, he broke off another bit of dark chocolate, popping it into his mouth. He let this one melt on his tongue, thinking about his pasts survivor group with regret and guilt. They weren't the most civilized, and Quinn, standing as one of the "leaders" in his past group allowed it for too long. Well, he wouldn't have to worry about that anymore. It was done and over with, and Quinn had been on his own for some time. Those "group days" were way in the beginning, when everyone was in panic.. Still, that's no excuse.