Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27396384-20170703182714/@comment-27458579-20170708113510

I turn my head to Renji as he offers for me to make a wooden crutch for Nate. I nod in an agreement as I let this register in and am already desigining how I will make this creation. Back and forth, I hear the conversating while we walk on the beach, introducing each other to themselves and explaining more in depth information of their past, how they got here, and how long they've been here. While I allow them to finish, I think of the information that I will be giving them.

"Yeah," I talk out loud as my shoes dig into the sand. "I'm from a quite poor district  ) and where I'm from, money doesn't really exist. We don't have physical dollars. In the district I'm from, the population is a couple hundred. I would say three or four hundred. My father, un]fortunately, was killed in an hunting accident when I was seven. Therefore, as I got old enough, I had to be that role in the family. Hunt for them. Care for them. I have a mother and a little sister back home." I say this cautiously, still tedious on my words in case any of this could be used against me in the future.