Fairy Tail RP

"I found him dead." Shiomi says, looking at the squirrel. "I'm going to try and find out how he died, but I'm rusty in training. Can I have some?" He looks to the bandages.

“Oh...uhm yeah.” He motions to a bucket that’s full of them. “They’re new.”

Shiomi walks over, she's not exactly training dressed. But she's makes is acceptable. She's wearing black loose shorts and purple thigh socks and converse. She removes her shirt and removes the jacket, leaving a gray tank-top. She begins to wrap her hands.

"Maybe you shouldn't?" Aliyah hands him some Advil stuff.

"I'm just having fun, is all." Washington takes the advil dry.

Salem stands and pretends to warm up while he actually steals glances at her and watches her move.

*Fenwick shakes his head.* "Just get home. I need to rest." *He turns and heads back to his house.*

Shiomi glances back at him, “Why are you...it’s like 80 degrees out here. Are you cold?” She says finishing up her wrapping.

“Nothing...” he shakes his head and makes his way to the obstacle course.

Shiomi follows him. “Remember we used to do this together?”

He clears his throat. “Yup! Before you cut me open...” Salem nervously glances back at her.

*Medea enters the guild, freshly dressed and washed, wearing her usual clothes. She sits down at one of the tables and sighs, leaning back in her chair.*

Wyatt walks into the guild, but he only walks to the doorframe, and leans against the side. Staring at Medea. // “You..said I could.” Shiomi frowns. “I wasn’t..going to kill you.”

*Medea scans the guild, notices Wyatt looking, then tilts her head.* "Uh...hello?"

Wyatt frowns and looks away, realizing he’s staring. He waves back to her.

“No! I mean....I’m not upset about it....you can...uh...d-do it again-again another time.” Salem sheepishly shrugs his shoulders.

*Medea crosses her arms.* "We can't really talk at this distance Wyatt."

Wyatt sighs, he didn’t really want to at all. He shuffles over to her and sits. // Shiomi raises an eyebrow, but then looks rather excited. “Really?”

“Y-yeah. I wouldn’t mind.” He reaches up and rubs the back of his neck, his face flushed.

"Whatcha up to, buddy?" *Medea asks.*

*Roland is sitting outside the house, playing with a stick by drawing in the dirt.*

A young woman with milk chocolate skin strolls over to Roland and sits next to him. Her hair is dyed blonde and is about five inches long with tight curls and a few that tease the idea of bangs. Her lips are plump and her figure curvy yet slim. She’s dressed in black doc martins, faded blue high waisted 501 jeans with a black belt, and a baggy green sweater that is also kinda like a crop top. Her nails are clean with a simple white stripe at the tip. “Hi Roland. What are you drawing?” She has snowflake earrings.

"Just a little tree. Wait, how do you know my name?" *Roland looks up at the woman.*

“I know a lot of things, Roland.” She points to the tree. “Are you going to put birds in the tree?”

"Thanks Fenwick! See you tomorrow." Melody smiled and headed into her place.//"I see." Aliyah shakes her head