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Yesh! (: it's 10 pm there now, isn't it D: D:

Hope you won't be going soon! I'm ready to get into romantic relationship with the two now!
Ah, I can't wait! This RP is keeping me on edge!

Oh, I'm back and I've replied!
Riley frowned and nodded. "Oh." Was all she said as she curled up closer to him. "Thank you, Alex. For saving me earlier." She said in a audible whisper. "Remind me to thank Archer, too. I was a total bitch to him earlier." She said, sighing. She angled her head so she could see him better and then at his torso, noticing the blood. Her blood. "You should really get this cleaned off." She said and noticed a bathroom. Standing up, ignoring the stabbing pain, she limped to the bathroom and grabbed a wash cloth, damping it with warm water, then went back to the bed and sat on her knees beside Alex. "Here." She said gently and softly, washing the blood off him, moving in small circular movements.

When all the blood, or majority of it, was washed off him she smiled. "Much better." She said and looked down at him, at his face and his eyes. She slowly brought a hand up to caress his cheek, admiration in her eyes. Without giving it a second thought, Riley leaned forward so her lips met his. She kissed him, all the worries and stress from that week coming out. Her side hurt and her head was pounding, but she didn't care. She laid out beside him, her lips still meeting his, her hands on both sides of his face. She pulled back for air, but she smiled. She didn't wanted to apologize- because she'd be lying to herself.

Riley came to realize she truly cared for Alex- she has cared for him for six years, not a day went by she hadn't thought about him. Hell, the majority of her paintings were of them two more then Oliver and her. She smiled as she rolled off so they were spooning. She felt welcomed in his arms, and with him on her mind, her hand over his, she drifted to sleep, and for the first time in days she didn't have any nightmares, but only good dreams, dreams about her future. Her future with Alex.
I'd love to get an Demon x Human started with you! [Could I play human?]

If you're still looking let me know! :D
I replied.(:
Riley brought her finger to his lip to shush him. "Okay, Alex." She said softly, thankful he was laying with her. She curled next to him, positioning her head just under his chin. "It's going to take a lot for me to understand all of this, but I'll get there..." She said softly. She still ached for Oliver, but their whole relationship was a lie. It started off as a lie and ended as one, too. "I just wish you could have told me all about this years ago, Alex." She said in a soft voice, her eyes closed. It felt good to be right here, curled up in his arms, no worries in the world right now. "I understand why you didn't." She said softly, letting out a soft sigh.

She tilted her head back, an amused look dancing in her eyes. "So... you're like some robot or something?" She asked, not able to contain her giggle anymore. "Alex George- best friend and robot extraordinaire." She said dramatically, but winced. Even laughing hurt. "Ow." She said softly. He was warm and comforting. She rested her head back against his chest, slowly and carefully draping her arm over him. "Alex... what his last words?" She asked softly. She knew deep down she didn't want to know, but she had to know. Riley sighed softly, kissing his chest before letting her cheek rest over his heart. She listened to the steady beating, her fingers making circles on his stomach.
I'll have this finished later on, errands to run real quick!



Name:
Leila Armstrong

Nickname:
Just Leila is okay.

Age:
Twenty-Five.

Personality:
Before the epidemic spread, Leila was your typical girl. She loved to go clubbing with her friends, she was an intern at a local veterinarian hospital and going to college to become a vet. She was carefree and just happy. She was very close knit with her whole family, making it a priority to attend any family reunion's there was going on, and she made time for all her friends too. She stayed away from love, having had too much bad experience with it in the past. After the epidemic spread, it was like she switched off her humanity, especially after having to go through killing her whole family. Her heart has turned into stone and she doesn't take crap from anyone. She rarely smiles anymore, her only focus is to live and not be killed, even if it mean hurting others in the way.

Brief Bio:
Will edit..

Weapon of Choice:
Her sword as shown in the picture, and a small handgun she keeps in her boot, fully loaded.

How did you find the group:
She was locked up in a prison when they found her, the lower part of the prison being overrun, she had locked herself up in one section supplied heavily with food and ammo, which she shared with the group for allowing her to join them.

Other:
She comes from an Indian American family. She has a tattoo on her right shoulder of the moon and sun, making a yin yang symbol.
Ok I might be less then a hour shouldn't be long at all- I hope. >.<
Eh this post stinks xD I'm about to run to town and grab a bite and run an errand should only take about an hour.
Riley felt the burning sensation of tears once more. Damn it why is she so emotional right now? She listened quietly to him and his explanation, it was far fetched, but she knew it was true by how he told her. Looking up at him she shook her head. "You didn't have to kill him though..." She said, her voice a low whisper. She believed him, but she couldn't believe Oliver would lie to her about all of it, basically his whole life. Sighing deeply she looked up at Alex with sad eyes. "You were just protecting yourself." She said, looking away from him. "I'm sorry..." She said softly, closing her eyes.

Riley moved over in the bed, wincing as she did so. "Would you lay down with me? Please." She said softly. She just needed his comfort and to be held. Otherwise she'd go insane. She laid down, waiting for him to accept her invitation, her thoughts back to last night, or was it last night? She wasn't even sure of the time and date, how long had she been out for? She didn't know, and she didn't care. She was just in a lot of pain and tired, very tired, and hungry, but not enough to matter.
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