10-04-2019, 04:48 PM
YOU'LL SOON FIND YOU HAVE FEW CHOICES
Frankly, Greer could care less for the food growing in the greenhouse. They weren't a thief usually, and these vegetables were clearly important enough to these people that Greer wasn't going to try to take them.
Another person was here, a woman with hardened eyes and another gun hanging from her hip. Was everybody armed around here? Fuck, fuck- This was it, wasn't it? They could bluff and bluster all they wanted but unless they wanted to pry open the window and jump out they were trapped.
"Don't call me kid." They immediately snapped at the woman's words, metaphorical hackles raised immediately. Nobody got to treat them like a child, if they were going to die by a bunch of mountain nobodies then they could at least go out with their dignity intact.
Their hands gripped the tarp tightly, a grimace permanently affixed to their face as they glared around the doorframe. Was it worth it, to push aside one's pride in the face of danger? Greer knew they were more useful alive, but the idea of selling their shaking hands to another group of dangerous people was sickening.
"...I'm not armed, my weapon's on the floor with my stuff." Greer huffed, choosing to force down their stubbornness and the lump in their throat that screamed helplessness wasn't ever a good choice. They dropped the tarp to the ground, and kicked it away from themselves, revealing their unarmed form. "Don't shoot I- I don't want any trouble, okay?"
Another person was here, a woman with hardened eyes and another gun hanging from her hip. Was everybody armed around here? Fuck, fuck- This was it, wasn't it? They could bluff and bluster all they wanted but unless they wanted to pry open the window and jump out they were trapped.
"Don't call me kid." They immediately snapped at the woman's words, metaphorical hackles raised immediately. Nobody got to treat them like a child, if they were going to die by a bunch of mountain nobodies then they could at least go out with their dignity intact.
Their hands gripped the tarp tightly, a grimace permanently affixed to their face as they glared around the doorframe. Was it worth it, to push aside one's pride in the face of danger? Greer knew they were more useful alive, but the idea of selling their shaking hands to another group of dangerous people was sickening.
"...I'm not armed, my weapon's on the floor with my stuff." Greer huffed, choosing to force down their stubbornness and the lump in their throat that screamed helplessness wasn't ever a good choice. They dropped the tarp to the ground, and kicked it away from themselves, revealing their unarmed form. "Don't shoot I- I don't want any trouble, okay?"
[justify]You can’t run so you must hide [abbr=Nathaniel Greer, goes by Greer | Any pronouns acceptable, currently going by they/them | 19yrs Old | 5'10" | To stressed for relationships | Near-sighted, unable to clearly see anything 100ft or further with glasses]&[/abbr]
You won’t make it back this time [abbr=Medium Difficulty Physically | Hard Mentally | Attacks with wooden club or sheep shears | Open to capture if discussed prior | Not open for death]&[/abbr]
So my friend our time is done [abbr=Lite emo nerd aesthetic | Shoulder length dyed purple hair | Dark hazel eyes | Wears prescription glasses not made for them, but are good enough for them to see | Usually immaculately clean]&[/abbr]
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You won’t make it back this time [abbr=Medium Difficulty Physically | Hard Mentally | Attacks with wooden club or sheep shears | Open to capture if discussed prior | Not open for death]&[/abbr]
So my friend our time is done [abbr=Lite emo nerd aesthetic | Shoulder length dyed purple hair | Dark hazel eyes | Wears prescription glasses not made for them, but are good enough for them to see | Usually immaculately clean]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]
PLEASE, IT'S NOT OKAY
nathaniel greer - any pronouns
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