“Who? I don’t remember seeing you anywhere. Is it some other wacko organization? Oh, I’ve said too much. Promise you won’t think about the second and third sentences that much ever again, ok? I’ll help you, just explain yourself and let me see what brand of chopped lettuce is most trustworthy.”
Cory: So, um, it all started when I was born, basically. My dad... well, he doesn't like me. So, he started this cult, hellbent on slowly, painfully killing me.
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She drops a bag of lettuce on the ground and looks at you in shock. “Now I’m questioning if I can help. Have you tried living inside of a church?”
“Well then, I don’t know how to keep you over at my place, I don’t know how to save you, so how about I invite you over for a bit? The guy I live with is away for some reason, so we can chat a bit, make sure you won’t die any time soon.”
“Alright, uh, this lettuce looks fine.” She puts the lettuce in her bag, and she gives you the directions to her house. “Hey, see you soon. And I mean very soon, because you’re coming over to my place. Okay?”
(Cory seems to suddenly remember something traumatic.)
Cory: ...Y-yeah...
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“…Hey, you never mentioned your mother. How’s she doing? I don’t want you to get serious anxiety or any PTSD triggers, so you don’t need to go into detail. Alright?”
(Cory looks out of the window, and immediately runs to hide in another room.)
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Cera assumes that someone is outside, closes the blinds normally, and locks all doors and windows. She goes to see where he went. She checks the bathroom first. “Cory? You in here?” She opens the shower curtain.
“Cory, go to my room. It’s just down the hall. There’s a room inside of my closet that’s hard to see, but the handle is behind the shoe rack. There’s also a door with a passcode. The code is 8152. Stay there until I tell you it’s safe. Alright? I’m fine.” Cera walks out slowly.
(There's a hooded figure in a red cloak at the door.)
???: Bring me Cory.
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“…Listen, I don’t know who you are, or who this ‘Cory’ is, but you seem awfully suspicious. What’s with the cloak? Are you having a dungeons and dragons night?!” She’s letting her inner dingbat out to sound convincing, and it’s working in Cera’s eyes.
“I’m sure! Wait, what does he look like? I think I MIGHT have seen this guy at a flea market selling mug cozies that he made named Cory. Or was it Carl…?”
You see these two in the store, and like the somehow extremely curious part of the roleplay stream (yeah I see you “you see n/a wdyd” prompts, you can’t hide) you decide to do something. What do you do? No ERP or romance, don’t murder or harm them (YOU’RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A STORE), don’t try buying the child off of her (yes someone actually tried to do that to a friend of mine when they were younger don’t ask why), however, you can have a joke OC, but don’t take it too far.
