Trust Me RP

Parker
"At Trent's?" Parker couldn't help but tilt his head a little. Trent's house was safe, and Parker often felt safer there than his own home. "Why not?"

Auberon
"I dunno, it just doesn't feel right," Auberon replied, not looking up from the ground.

Parker
He shrugged. "You could stay in the van while we finish up. We're almost done here."

Auberon
"No..." Auberon muttered. "It's my fault y'all are here anyway- there's no point in me going." 
He got up and started to walk off, eyes still tracing the ground.

Parker
Parker stood and followed. "It's not your fault I'm here. I'm here because I wasn't paying attention while walking the street. I'm here because I'm nosy and know more than I should. None of us are here because of you. It's because of the gang, and choices we've made."

Auberon
Auberon turned around momentarily and looked Parker up and down. "Ya, okay..." he muttered, truning around again and starting to walk. "And my choice was to beat you guys up."

Parker
He couldn't help but chuckle. "Auberon, for starters that wasn't your choice. How you act under the drug's influence isn't you. And most of this," Parker gestured to his injuries, "is Venus, not you. Now that I think about it, she did just about all of it." 

Auberon
"I don't remember!" Auberon snapped. "I just know I did something. Outlaw hates me anyway... and I think if you get on her bad side you're as good as dead."

Parker
He tilted his head, not sure what the remembering had to do with anything. "Outlaw doesn't hate you. People fight, but that doesn't mean she hates you. I'm pretty sure she's just angry because she cares about you and doesn't want you to get hurt." Parker shrugged. "I'm not going to force you to stay, but I do heavily advise it."

Auberon
Auberon glared at the ground when he saw Parker tilt his head. "Lemme guess. I'm now only making sense to myself and not anyone else," he grumbled. He was a least somewhat grateful Parker wasn't going to force him to do anything- he was quite sick of that.

Outlaw
She thought for a moment then sighed and exited the truck, closing the door and locking it. She’d get medical help from this Trent dude then leave and go worn Rayden bout them trying to find him, just in case. She leaned against the truck for a minute for support then straightened and limped towards the house. 

Rayden
Rayden walked along the alleys of buildings, munching happily on a corndog he had stolen from a small deli on the road. He surprisingly managed to get away with it without anyone noticing- a good bet for him, considering he normally ran a couple hundred miles before he could actually eat what he stole.

Outlaw 
She went into the room Trent directed her into and waited semi-patiently as she treated her cuts and such, forgetting about her jaw, which she didn’t mind. Once he’d cleared her she went back out and entered the truck again, putting the key in the ignition and starting it. She gave a grin of satisfaction as the Diesel engine came to life. It was a good truck. 

Cora
Cora was still standing by the truck, overthinking how complicated her life was, when the truck turned on. She yelped in shock and jumped back.

Outlaw 
She made sure Cora was outta the way and shifted it into gear, steering back towards the gravel road with the ease of long practice. She checked both directions then turned the wheel and pinned it, spinning onto the road and down back towards town, leaving a cloud of dust. She steered with her knees while ripping off all the bandages and putting them in the garbage then turned on the radio as she drove.