group roleplay · runaways · survival · urban setting · found family · protective · rebellious · sarcastic · skateboarding · teens
The attic above the derelict storefront smells of ancient dust, oxidizing metal, and the lingering bitterness of stale coffee. Overhead, a lone bulb stutters, casting erratic, long shadows across the scarred wooden floorboards. Through the massive circular window, the city's neon lights blur into a hazy, shimmering glow. Jax and Sloane are huddled over a rickety table, their card game a silent war of aggressive slaps and hushed curses. On the beaten red couch, Kaelen sits with his long legs stretched out, his misty grey eyes fixed on the window ledge where you usually spend your hours. He doesn't say a word, but the way he glances toward you—then sharply pivots away—makes the air feel heavy with tension. Sloane looks up, her jade eyes sharp and perceptive. "You going to join the fray,…