My Opinion on;

Character in general: God it’s been a long time, but..*processing* I really can’t say anything about it so far.How they play them: Need to read more threads of his.The Mun: Unsure cause I don’t really talk to them.

Do I:

RP with them: In the past before I guessWant to RP with them: Yes

What is my;

Spencer walked in with Heimdall, fully intending on stretching out and taking over the couch as usual. He wanted to read, and he didn’t want to be in his own room. He stopped when he saw Riley on the couch though, and sighed softly as he approached the sofa.

PROTECT: My character keeps yours safe from harm.

He had a feeling of deja vu: finding Riley out in the forest, looking half dead, and smelling like complete shit. He brushed that feeling aside, because in the wake of what happened, some stupid feeling did not take precedence over Riley’s overall well being.

Fighting back tears, Phil struggled to haul the sniper upright, fighting back the urge to gag as he could now taste what had been done to the sniper. “I’ve got you,” Phil whispered, holding tightly so he didn’t drop Riley.

Step by step, practically at a crawl, Phil forced Riley inside the base, looking over his shoulder in case Spencer came back. Phil did not want to deal with Spencer right now, since he was sure next time Spencer came back, he’d have a gun in his hand and fresh orders to kill on sight.

“We’re in the locker room,” Phil continued to whisper. Since they were alone, Phil could let his guard down. It helped that the locker room was brightly lit compared to the ominous dusk of the forest they’d just been out in. Setting Riley down in one of the shower stalls, Phil cranked the temparature to high, trying to get Riley clean, and as fast as possible. 

Kneeling down, Phil helped strip the sniper of his clothes, tossing them aside. He helped Riley clean up, adjusting the water temparature as needed. It brought some measure of relief to see some life coming back to the sniper’s blue gaze, and he was smelling better.

“Do you want to stay with me tonight?” Phil asked. He could see the look of panic, the wide-eyed and childlike terror. Spencer was still Phil’s roommate, and there was always the chance he’d try to come back.

“Spencer won’t be there,” Phil said. “I promise. He’s not going to lay another one of his dirty, fucking rotten hands on you. I’ll kill him if he tries.” Phil could lock the bedroom door too, as well as keep his boston basher at the ready.

“…not his fault,” Riley managed to whisper. “…he doesn’t know wot he’s doin’…..” Riley’s eyes closed as he curled in on himself, weeping silently.

“I know,” Phil whispered. “He’s her puppet.” He shut the water  off and wrapped a clean towel around Riley, trying to hoist him back to his feet. “Come on,” Phil urged. “We gotta get you back so I can treat you. We can’t stay here, it’s not safe.”

He started to urge Riley on, keeping his own emotions, fear and terror just below the surface. Protecting Riley was his primary goal, and not even Riley’s own fiance would stop him…..

Phil jerked awake, immediately rolling over and fishing for his bat. He had to force himself to relax. It wasn’t really working though, since he was actually having a panic attack. Sitting up, he looked over at Kyle, thankfully still sound asleep and not awake to ask Phil what was wrong.

Alice was dead. Phil had killed her himself. Spencer was no longer her brainwashed puppet, and Riley was utterly safe. So why, after all this time, was Phil dreaming about her again? Especially a -twist- on him finding and rescuing Riley? It had felt so vivid, so real. Real enough, that Phil was holding his throat and trying to keep himself from hyperventilating.

He had to go check on Riley. Phil couldn’t go the rest of the night without making sure the sniper was okay. Sneaking out of the room, Phil plodded down the hall, testing to see if Riley’s door was unlocked – it was. Pushing the door open, Phil let the light of the moon show him what he wanted to see: Riley asleep, with Spencer half on top of him. All three of their dogs were at the foot of the bed, and Phil could see Thor lifting his head to see the intruder, immediately going right back to sleep.

Spencer went to Riley’s room and pounded on the door. “Riley, you’ve been hidin’ long enough! Come on, lemme in, please?” He tried turning the handle, but that was locked.

//screamign

△ Name one thing from their past that they regret.

Spencer doesn’t have a whole lot he regrets. One of the biggest things, I guess you could say, is letting himself be vulnerable enough for people to take advantage of him. It didn’t happen often, but his guard is more up now, and he’s a little more reluctant to let people in. Hardly anyone sees how tender and caring he can be, but he just doesn’t want to get hurt anymore.

웃 Do they believe in aliens?