Cold, tired, sleepy
- Roleplay Invitations
- Group Roleplays, One on One Roleplays
- Posting Speed
- Several Posts a Day, A Few Posts A Day, One Post a Day
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks, Beginner
- Genders You Prefer Playing
- Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
- Favorite Genres
- fantasy, scifi, modern, action
- Genre You DON'T Like
- Romance, furry
Some days, Bob was glad he left home the way he did, running away from the life as a hunter and to a life where he was free to choose what he did. Today was not one of those days. Knocked onto his back as the monsters came crashing into the store, the boy quickly kicked the creature off of him and scrambled to his feet. He had fought Grimms before while growing up with his parents but since he left on his own, his strategies against the monsters mostly consisted of running away or avoiding them all together. As such, he was rather relieved when several of the other patrons as well as the waitress stepped forward to meet the charging Grimms, allowing him and the rest of the people in the cafe to retreat away from the fight. The defenders did a magnificent job of wiping out the Grimms and by the time reinforcements arrived, most of the beasts were already dead.
Reinforcement came in the form of the army lady the boy had met on the road earlier that day, though he doubted that she would recognize him without his mask. She first spoke to the patrons of the cafe as a group, trying to recruit as many helpers as she could before speaking more specifically to the two bikers. Bob did not catch what they were saying to one another though it did confirm his earlier theory that the army lady was the reason the two bikers were driving so quickly. Not exactly happy of the prospect of being forced to fight, Bob huddled with the other noncombatant patrons and waited for his chance to leave.