Trust Me RP

Parker
"Trent can help Auberon," Parker said, confidence in his acquaintance obvious in his tone even with the drugged state of mind he was in. 

Cora
"Not the same way this kid can," Cora said.

Parker
"No, because Trent is better. He has the counter drug and can fix any and all wounds. He knows how the mind works and he can quickly assess the general state of a patient. That way if multiple people come in he can treat the most wounded first." Parker blinked, a sudden headache slamming into him. 

Last edited on 2018-07-21 at 22:17:13 by Oswin

Auberon
Auberon looked up and glared at Parker. Could he please shut up?!

Last edited on 2018-07-21 at 22:18:25 by Rainy Days Stable

Outlaw 
She shifted in her seat, restless and ill at ease. The only times she’d been in a vehicles either she was driving, in the back of a police car, or was unconscious being taken somewhere by the gang. 

Parker 
He glanced at Auberon, made a small squeaking sound that might have been a word but maybe not, and quickly turned around. He looked out the window, resting his chin in his palm. A song played through his mind, sung by a familiar voice that he hadn't heard in a long time.

Last edited on 2018-07-21 at 22:21:21 by Oswin

Cora
Cora smiled, biting her lip to not laugh. The squeaking Parker had made had made Auberon turn his head and stare at Parker as if he were a confused puppy. She thought it was sort of cute.

Outlaw 
Her bloody fingers tapped on her pants when She Don’t Drink Whiskey Anymore by Tim Hicks came on. He was a good artist. And the song was nice and sad. 

Auberon
Auberon got over his confusion finally, shaking his head and looking down towards Outlaw's feet. "You- uh... aren't gonna be ditching us, are you?" He asked, quietly enough so no one else could hear.

Outlaw 
“No, I reckon I won’t” she replied in an equally low tone. She was many things, but one thing she was not was a traitor or quitter. She’d stick this thru, and go once they where good. 

Auberon
Auberon sighed quietly, turning his head towards the ground in front of him. He decided to submit to his mentality (of which was still telling him to shut up) and started tracing his forearm with his fingernail.

Outlaw 
She slumped against her door, mentally wincing as she felt blood run down her head and drip onto her shirt. Sly would have reached the shack by now. He could weed the garden. The ghost of a smile twitched on her lips at the thought. She knew full well he wouldn’t weed that garden. 

Last edited on 2018-07-21 at 23:41:04 by Midnight Outlaw

Brooklynn 
Brooklynn nodded and corrected their course, heading in the right direction now. 

Outlaw 
She eventually fell asleep slumped against the window, to tired to resist it any longer. 

Auberon
Auberon looked over at Outlaw, noting she was asleep. He wasn't feeling much better, but he did feel his emotional state improving somewhat.