#claytonxrowan

[thatawkwardindie]

@eeliabwrites​

Clayton grumbled as he jumped down from his perch. The world had gone to shit almost 6 months  ago, and so far there were no signs of life returning to what it once had been. The city he even lived in now seemed to function better in ruins than it did as a proper society. “Rowan, we can’t keep waiting around like this.” He huffed, makeshift spear in hand. It had been a normal supply run. An effort to find gas for the truck he’d outfitted, maybe some canned goods, but mostly looking for first aid and medical supplies. The abandoned shopping center he’d found had been a god send. And so far, it looked like not a lot of people knew of its whereabouts. “Seriously, when are you gonna need that stuff? The world has gone to shit, do you really need a new hand bag?”

[claytonxalexander-rper]

@eeliabwrites​

Clayton grumbled as he turned over on his bed. He wasn’t quite sure what time it was, but he was sure it was late enough that his father was going to be pissed. Which honestly, was what he lived for. Being the son of a politician came with its ups and downs. At least as of late, his downs usually came from Clayton’s outbursts. Though, they were starting to come few and far between. Mostly it would consist of Clayton going out till all hours of the night. Partaking in whatever was handed to him. This past night. A mix of drugs and drinking. Though one seemed to come more than the other. 

Hearing the door of his room open, he grunted and tossed the pillow over his head. “You know, people in polite society knock first.” Lifting his head, sending his mass of dark curls everywhere, he looked to see who it was.