Trust Me RP

Parker
"It'll be a small white cottage at the end of a long dirt driveway. Hard to spot. Shortly after the 17 mile marker." After Parker delivered that information he leaned against the window and fell asleep, head throbbing with a headache and a dull pain in his stomach.

Brooklynn 
Brooklynn concentrated on finding the house and not falling asleep at the wheel. There was a noticeable ache in her chest, and she knew she probably had pretty bad bruising.

Outlaw
She woke up and used her sleeve to wipe her blood from the window. “You need a break lemme know and I’ll drive fir a while” she told Brooke. 

Brooklynn 
"I'll be a good for a bit, but thanks," Brooklynn replied softly.

Outlaw 
She nodded, and took another water bottle, carefully placing it to her mouth to avoid hurting her jaw. 

Parker
He woke, rubbing blearily at his eyes. "Can I have some water?" He muttered, voice sleepy. 

Outlaw 
She handed Parker a water bottle as well, then took several sips from hers. 

Cora
Cora let go of Auberon's hand, her mind finally screaming at her to stop. She slipped it between her legs to relieve it of the sweat it had produced.

Parker
His thanks was slurred with the exhaustion thick in his tones mixed with the already altered state of his voice from the drug. Parker twisted off the cap and took a small sip, staring out the window and listening to a voice playing in his head. It was calming, nice, and Parker didn't try to stop it from talking. Even drugged he was aware they were audio memories of a happier time. He blinked, peering out. "There, the driveway," he said, pointing out the small dirt drive. 

Brooklynn 
Brooklynn turned into the driveway, stopping as she reached the end next to a small cottage. "We're here."

Outlaw 
“Whoop-de-do” she mumbled sarcastically, unbuckling her seatbelt. 

Parker
He knuckled and practically tumbled out of the vehicle. He raced to the door and rang the bell, waiting eagerly. A man, maybe 35, with dark blonde hair plastered to his skull and intelligent gray eyes peering out opened the door. "Trent!" Gray swivelled down to Parker and light brows drew together. "Parker, my boy, you need a lot of help. What happened?" Parker bounced a little on his feet. "We were captured by a gang, but we escaped. You still owe me a favor, right?" "Yeah, yeah," Trent muttered, glancing at the vehicle at the mention of 'we.' A low whistle pierced the air. "You really know how to call in on a favor. I can see most of you are in bad condition, so it doesn't quite matter which I start with. The younger girl can go last, she's not too bad. And -" Trent stopped himself. "Parker, go back and get your friends, alright?" Parker looked up from where he was watching a ladybug and nodded, running back to the van. Trent sighed and leaned on the doorway. Poor kids.

Outlaw 
She exited the truck, and motioned for Auberon to come out as well. “Come out now, Auberon. This guy will apparently help ya” she muttered. 

Last edited on 2018-07-23 at 21:27:35 by Midnight Outlaw

Auberon
Auberon shook his head timidly.

Brooklynn 
Brooklynn got out of the truck, careful to hide how painful the action was. I hope this guy knows how to fix this mess.