~Survival of the Fittest~ Sign-up and RP!

Oh snap, yall! secondary host is here!!

Solas kicked open the door to an abandoned house. Sweeping the area quickly for hostiles with his pistol, and finding nothing, he opened some drawers.

Solas found two bottles of water and a bobby pin. He pocketed these items, and did a final sweep of the perimeter.

_{Len Hid Behind a Dead Tree, Brown, and Drained of its Beautiful Colors. Ripped Straight out of the Ground. Possibly by Construction men or Something else. He Looked Up at the Abandoned House, thus the house not matching to his Size. He weeped In fear after just seeing Solas go in the House.}

Solas walked slowly at the house, and noticed someone watching him. He gazed down the sights of his pistol at the shape and shouted, "Star!"

_{Lens eyes widened and Hid underneath the Tree, Afraid.}

Ryder sat there gazing at the ground, struggling not to let fear let the best of her, "Look at me." The man demanded in an almost lustful tone. When Ryder did nothing, the man placed a cold finger under her chin and lifted her face towards the sun. "She's a pretty one!" he yelled to his group, " 'ow much do ya' suppose we could get for 'er"

The man turned his attention back to Ryder, "How much should you go for? Hmm doll." This time however, she didn't retreat back to the ground, Ryder looked the man straight in the eye, and spit in his face....

Ooc: thats fine =3

As soon as the spit hit the mans face, Ryder knew it was a mistake. She felt sever anxiety well up in her stomach, she almost felt like she was going to vomit. "The hard way then," The man muttered causally pulling a ball of cloth from his pack. "And I liked you..." She shoved the ball into Ryder's mouth and leaned over her scrawny frame, as he pasted her ear her muttered, "So no one can you scream."

Ryder almost immediately started squirming and sobbing as the man cut some sort of symbol on the back of her shoulder. He finished in a matter of minutes, that to her felt like hours. "And now, your punishment," he laughed, his group already crowded around her yelling horrible and torturous suggestions, each worse then the last. The man however decided on his own, her carefully unwarped Ryder's foot warps, almost like he cared. "Oi, grab me some salt!" he ordered his friend as he picked his knife back up and cut the soft skin of Ryders feet.

She didn't even hold back the screams of pure agony this time, as he moved to her other food, Ryder almost felt like she wanted to die. She thought he was done with her feet when she heard him lay down his knife. Ryder did not hear him pick up the salt, a very rare and valueable asset now... He put some in his hand and rubbed it on Ryder's cut, it burned like nothing she had felt before...

Finally, and entirety later, the man rose to his feet and looked down at Ryder... "Don't f*ck with us.."

( I didn't proof read this... 0.0)

Aisling slid out from under a bed she had taken cover under when she heard someone bust into the house. Covered in dust, Aisling licked her lips and pulled out her water bottle. She thirstly licked the last few drops. Her throat was still parched but she had gotten used to it now. Ash grimaced as her hip hit a side table on the way out.

The force of her hip hitting the table knocked over a vase and it shattered with a very loud noise. Stunned, Aisling stood still not knowing what to do.

_{After hearing the Bad Words, Len Followed to Where he Heard the Sailor Mouth. He Peeked From the Behind the wall to see the Men and the Torture that had been done, His eyes Widened as he backed away a bit still Peeking.}

Ryder rested her head weakly on the car tire, her entire body pumped with pain. When she heard the man's voice again, she flinched, until she realized it wasn't directed at her. She gazed up, the sun falling beneath the horizon. as the men pulled out their weapons, and starting taking menacing steps closer and closer to a younger boy. Ryder didn't want him to die, or them to hurt him like they did her...

Len Looked Up Horrified, and Too Shocked to Move.

Aisling softly moved down the stairs, careful not to make a sound. Voices drifted up from the street. Usually, Aisling would have smiled. People were scarce, but these people were fighting.

Silently, she creeped up to a broken window and stayed to one side, so an onlooker would only see her hair if she was lucky. Her green eyes darted around until she found the source of noise.

Len started to wail and cry because of how scared he was.

Ryder watched the young man fight with extreme skill, he seemed to know what his opponents were going to do moments before they did it. She liked watching him fight, and tried to analyze every one of his moves. This however, was becoming increasingly more difficult was darkness clouded her vision until finally, she fell into blackness.

ooc: Wow! this is intense!