Board Thread:Human Roleplay/@comment-30902369-20161202034343/@comment-31605619-20161203003257

Seeing most of their little orphan group had stopped moving, Heather and Rowan decided to split up for a while. They would meet back later. Heather split off, walking around a talking group, towards the nearest dumpster. She knew it was probably gross, but she didn't have money at the moment and, when she was lucky, she would find ones full of still good produce that stores couldn't legally sell, but were still good.

Rowan, on the other hand, stood at the crosswalk for a moment before walking across at a rather leisurely pace. He was currently wearing a worn grey hoodie, and had the hood up over his curly, sand-colored hair. He sat on a bench near the side of the road quietly, fiddling with a paperclip he had found on the road absentmindedly.