Stay Tuned RP

Auberon
"Well if I could I'd be at the store now, wouldn't I?" He glared up at her before taking another drink of water.

Outlaw
"What do you want at the store? You should be in bed, not shopping." She grumbled.

Mason
 Mason waved him off, taking a sip of his own soda. "He'll be fine. There's always blood."

Chance
"Oh." Chance looked over at Mason. "You're not worried?" 

Outlaw
"Are you gonna come with me back so Mason's nicely or do I have to carry you to the truck?" She asked Auberon. "Actually maybe I should just carry you anyway, the shape your in.." she mused.

Auberon
"I don't know why'd you bother- you don't care about me anymore, and frankly, I don't care much about you either," Aub mumbled, getting up slowly (and quite painfully).

Outlaw
"Alright, you might not care about me, but whatever made you think I don't care about you??" She demanded in disbelief.

Mason
 He hesitated for a moment, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he looked down at the ground while he thought. "Maybe slightly. But it'll be fine. He's fine." Yeah.

Chance
"Okay," Chance replied simply. His phone buzzed and he pulled it from his pocket. "My mom's outside. I'll go get my guitar." He set his soda down and stood, walking over to the door and exiting the apartment. After the door closed behind him he hurried out of the building and ran across the asphalt to his mother's car. She waved at him, standing outside the vehicle. "I have some errands to run. Just text me when you need picked up, okay?" She handed him his instrument and he slung the strap on the case over his shoulder. "Yeah. Thanks." She got back in the car and they exchanged goodbyes through the open window before she pulled away. Chance sighed and headed back inside.

Mason
 While Chance was gone, Mason had taken the electric guitar back to his room and then walked back over to Chance's chair and sat down cross-legged on the floor a short distance in front of it, having carted the bass and amp to the spot with him. He greeted the boy with a jokingly-enthusiastic wave upon his return. "Wow, look who it is! It's been years, Chance! How are the kids?," he joked, eyes tracking the boy as he walked.

Chance
A faint smile appeared, but Chance didn't reply, sitting back down and taking his guitar from its case. He resisted the urge to take out the notebook, too. The fact that his mom was in the area put him a little more at ease. 

Rylee
She had been running for who knows how long. Stumbling over invisible rocks, running into the corners of walls, but still nonetheless running. She didn't know how far or for how long she had been running, but she couldn't stop. Not this time. Maybe if she had been smart enough to listen to her instincts, she wouldn't be in this mess. Ry turned into an alley way, slowing down and gasping for breath, finally coming to a stop in a corner.

Outlaw
She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Look Auberon, you can kill me or beat me up or whatever it is you wanna after, but for goodness sakes, will you first let me get you back to Mason's?" She pleaded.

Auberon
Auberon raised his eyebrows, looking at Outlaw with utter hatred. "You seriously think I want that? That I just want to hurt people?!"

Outlaw
"No, not all, but I think you would me, yes" she replied. Way to go, moron. Way to go. Made it even worse now. She scolded herself bitterly.