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Post by Tals on Aug 27, 2016 22:07:58 GMT -5
Borya found his eyes widening in panic, his heart hammering faster as his legs moved ever faster. Great- now he was going to lose someone they just found. "No no no- stay with me!" he ordered loudly, fumbling up the stairs and resting on the porch as he dropped down to his knees. He cradled Sinopa in his arms, removing his plaid shirt and removing Ezri's jacket as ordered. "Hey, hey," he whispered to both, Alyona having moved quickly in an attempt to help. She gave Ezri her warm jean jacket, Borya letting Alyona help the older woman while the Russian man gently rocked the small child in his arms.
"Hey kid," he whispered, calloused thumb pad brushing over her small cheeks as he looked down at her. His eyes looked around, wide as the small girl was practically swamped in the jacket. His eyes landed when Alyona was trying her best to keep the other woman awake, a soft shriek escaping the little Russian as she found it unsuccessful. Turning his focus down to Ezri, he gently held her to his chest, face pressing to her wet hair to keep her warm as possible. His eyes closed, frame hunching over for a brief moment as he held her there. He could only silently pray for her to be okay.
(its okay!!)
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Post by paradox on Aug 27, 2016 22:46:30 GMT -5
“Don’t thank me yet.” While the words had the opportunity to be threatening or harsh, the sentence Arlo gave could have almost been genuine but not quite reaching entirely, leaving the spoken words to a merely ambiguous tone. Either he hadn’t quite picked up on the woman’s abrupt yet silenced anger or he couldn’t bring himself to put enough energy into caring about it, though the latter was far more likely than any other possibility, Arlo shrugged off the demeanor from Paisley since he had far more pressing matters to attend to. “Name’s Arlo Castillo. That’s Agnes and Isaac,” He nodded towards the pair but decided that complete introductions could be postponed for later. Besides he has yet to decide whether he even wanted to keep this Paisley woman around, but the chances weren’t looking too high for her. As for right now, he had too much on his plate to worry about something as insignificant as this problem and the only real reason she was being allowed anywhere near the farm was because her weapons had been relinquished which made her not only outnumbered but outgunned.
“Take her to the farm, alright? Keep an eye on her and the others if you can. I don’t want anyone else leaving until I get back, got it? There’s too many hounds wandering for anyone else to be wandering off. That means you, too.” Seeing as how there wasn’t anyone else around to rest the responsibility on, Arlo had to settle to giving it to Agnes and hope that she would take it to heart and mind. It seemed her penchant for running off without much of reasonable explanation had yet to fade and so he had simply settled on the likely possibility that it probably never will. Still, he trusted her well enough to set a temporary situation in her hands. In this case, Agnes’ distrust of others and tenacious survivability would be a helping factor for the time being. “I won’t be gone long, I swear,” He then ensured, already agitated himself that he had to spend even more time away from the camp after he had been so close to reaching it. It seems the world wasn’t so forgiving, however. Then, he gave a glance towards Amelia’s direction and nodded towards her.
“Show me where these two are.” In all honesty, Arlo hadn’t entirely certain who it was Amelia had been referring to(okay, maybe he could have guessed easily enough exactly who the “silent dude” was) and she hadn’t given him much to go on in terms of the situation. But admittedly, he was just far too damn exhausted to worry if this gas mask toting woman was leading him head on into some sort of complicated death trap and by the way this whole day had gone so far(meeting his ex who had tried to kill him the last time they had been together and who he had been convinced was dead up until that point, then a “doozy” of a storm wreaking havoc on their sanctum, hounds shortly following in after said storm, “dealing” with insubordination from a couple of self-righteous ingrates, now having who-knows-how many injuries and unaccounted property damage on hand, not to mention multiple untrustworthy strangers blowing in along with the storm) then it wouldn’t be that farfetched of an idea.
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 27, 2016 23:10:12 GMT -5
(Yay!) (Any place I could jump in?) hey there! well idk.. theres a lot of things going on //rolls around in panic// jende Idk.. but there is people at the barn like area that theyre congregating to currently, so that might be a good idea?? (Uh, I'll wait until most of the big stuff passes (if that even happens ofc) and there is a decent opening for characters)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2016 23:30:25 GMT -5
Logan sighed heavily again, clearly not very amused by Alair's scathing remarks. "Well, if you have nothing on you you're good as dead," they said evenly. They absentmindedly shoved their pistol back into its holster, finding it reasonable enough to believe that the stranger really didn't have any weapons on him. And even if he was lying, a gun was hard to beat in the deadliness department. After a moment's paused they approached. Plopping down on the ground rather gracelessly, they began to rummage through their (fairly battered) pack, and after only a brief delay caused by the unorganized mess inside they produced a large box of matches and a fistful of dry tinder. It didn't take long to get a fire started, even with the damp conditions. "Now, I'm going to go get something to eat. I have half a mind to not share any of it with you if all you're going to do is insult me, though," they said.
This sort of action wasn't exactly unusual for Logan. Although they tended to avoid large groups, they did what they could to help passerby- even if it meant just a fire for warmth and a stringy rabbit to eat after a storm.
"Yeah, right away!" Amelia said with a nod. She was off like a jackrabbit as soon as the words had left Arlo's mouth. Remembering where the cave had been was no difficult task, although she did find herself having a harder time negotiating the woods seeing as additional, larger limbs had fallen in the brief amount of time it had taken her to fetch the group's leader. Before long she found herself back at the gave, and she quickly scampered over to sealed off entrance. "Ay! You two, you doin' alright? I got your leader man here, maybe... Maybe he can help you out," she shouted, perhaps a little too loudly although she wanted to make sure Timothee and Quiet would be able to hear her through the thick wall of debris.
"Anyways, we were just hunkering down in there waiting for the storm to pass, right? But there was a landslide. I was able to get out, but tight-lips and... Thomoree or whatever his name is got trapped in there." She turned to Arlo, looking at him in a rather expectant manner. It was clear that the man had taken a beating over the past few hours, although she didn't have time to think about that- top priority was getting her new found friends out of danger.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 0:04:10 GMT -5
"Funny that's exactly what I've been waiting around to do." Alair snapped in response to Logan's initial comment about being "as good as dead". He didn't exactly find the kid welcoming (not that he found anyone very much so), but his initial irritability only grew as he became more and more fed up with the fact that the stranger was wasting their time toying with him. If he was going to be killed, so be it- if we was going to slowly die, also so be it- but idle conversation before either of the two inévitables was only upsetting him further. Of course "upsetting" was only the tip of the iceberg- in truth Alair wanted to cry out or beg to some god to spare him, the more he thought about his life snuffing out as it surely would the more his empty gut continued to twist with violent anxiety. He didn't care how he came off to the stranger, and possibly would've begun to sob if it wasn't for a penetrating exhaustion that seemed to dry his tears into a great looming emptiness.
He decided he wasn't going to say anymore after that, and instead sit idly waiting for the stranger to decide what to do with him, not so much as sneaking a glance at them in favor of weakly hanging his head. It was a glow that'd caught his attention, and for a split second Alair was terrified they'd decided to burn him alive for some morbid reason, however after a few moments the fear left his vision to make room for a more accurate reality: a little campfire. Frozen, he stared at the flames and then finally to Logan, his hardened gaze melting away to desperate confusion. He held his hands out to feel around in the bitter air for warmth brought on by the flames, his mouth agape and the feeling he'd earlier convinced himself he would've never experienced again. "W-wh-" for once, Alair was speechless. "Thank you..." The words were quiet and mumbled, not out of rudeness but instead due to his remaining loss for words. He was shaking somewhat as life seeped back into his previously dormant hands. No snarky comments for the time being- all of the harsher bits of his personality seemed to temporarily fade to make room for the more desperate and human parts.
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Post by qυeeɴ oғ ɢнoѕтlιɴɢѕ on Aug 28, 2016 0:19:09 GMT -5
btw Sinopa is still alive she is just asleep just making that clear. she is going to die later if I decide for her to die. its going to be sweet cause she will be with nikolai again]
Ezri
The feeling of something rough roused Ezri from the fever induced sleep. "Mommy?" Ezri asked as she strand to open up her eyes. Someone was holding her. They felt big and strong and warm. "Daddy?" But Daddy was missing. Mommy always cried about how he was going to be gone for a long time, if not forever. She would cry at night for the month that Daddy has been gone. Did Daddy find them? Ezri opened her eyes and leaned back to look at the person. They looked like Daddy but they had scars and are bigger than Daddy. "Where's my mommy?" Ezri asked as she shivered wrapped in a jacket that wasn't Daddy's. "Where's Daddy's jacket? Who are you? Where is my mommy?" She was too small to see around the man and she was too weak to move. Her cheeks were flush from her fever and she swayed a bit. "I want my mommy," she whimpered as tears began to fill her eyes. The sobs came soon after making her tremble with the force of her crying.
For some reason Ezri grabbed onto the man and just let out all the tears and pain she had been feeling. She was hungry, tired, weak, and sad. The man that reminded her of her father was holding her and she felt better just with that ghost of a feeling. The denim jacket slid off of her as she clung to the man sobbing and hiccupping. Ezri's face felt hot and wet which made her uncomfortable. She grabbed the denim jacket blindly and pressed it against her face before sinking back against the man. "Mommy." Hiccup. "Daddy." Hiccup. She repeated the words until the sobs stopped and she was just hiccupping weakly. The small girl still trembled but she fell silent. Her breathing was ragged but otherwise she was completely fine.
Sinopa
Hunger, fatigue, despair. These were the emotions that felt strongest with Sinopa at the moment. She was resting peacefully knowing they were hopefully safe but a soft shriek caused her eyes to open slightly. Her hand trembled as it searched for the woman next to her as if to say she was okay. Whether that was a lie or not she wasn't sure but if the image of Nikolai sitting next to her was any indication of her mental health she wasn't doing well. Her voice wouldn't escape her throat as she wanted to call out to the ghost of her fiancé. They had been together since they were juniors in high school. Since that moment at senior prom when she told Nikolai about the child that would soon be Ezri and they promised to love each other forever. Where was that forever? Nikolai was gone and she was all alone. How could she raise Ezri alone in a world like this?
The sounds of her child's sobs reached her ears and she felt her eyes burn with tears. The hand that wasn't on the woman's went to her mouth and she held back her sobs, trying to be strong but it was all too much for her. The tears began to stream down her face and she felt her energy leave her again. Her eyes fluttered closed before reopening as she struggled to stay awake. However days without sleep were finally taking its toll and she succumbed to sleep, her breathing shaky but steady for now.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 1:02:19 GMT -5
Logan didn't say anything in response to Alair's gratitude, although it was nice to know the initially grouchy stranger was at least a little appreciative. After a minute of sitting by the fire and allowing themself to warm up a little, they stood up again and wordlessly made their way into the woods. It was clear that they were after some kind of food, and they hadn't been gone too long before rustling in the undergrowth to their left caught their attention. It was a rabbit, and a fairly hefty one at that. Although hunting with a pistol was daunting at best, they were close enough and a good enough shot to hit the thing square in the head. They worried a little about the resounding bang that had ensued, and they found themselves glancing around vigilantly as they made their way back to the fire just in case the noise had attracted a mutant.
They had returned to the campfire and their new acquaintance in no time. It also didn't take long to clean and skin the rabbit, a process they had needed to learn quickly in the apocalypse. They were by no means a professional when it came to cleaning game, but they got the job done even though pulling organs out of a carcass made their stomach flip. Locating a sizable fallen branch that was nearby, they skewered the (now dressed) rabbit and propped it up so it dangled over the flame. A less than stellar way to cook something, but their back wasn't magic and they had no other alternatives on them.
"So, name?" They asked, staring at Alair. "Did you get separated from a group or something?" They questioned further. They found it hard to believe someone could make it this far in the game without a group, but then again they had done well enough themself so far.
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Post by Tals on Aug 28, 2016 9:07:04 GMT -5
But itll be a bit sad for Ezri~
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Borya
Borya found himself gently petting her hair back, his evergreen eyes searching the small child as she leaned back enough to look at him. His rough palm gently rested on her tiny cheek, brushing her tears away as he softly cooed to her. "Mommy is here... Shes just resting," he assured softly then. Like a dog, he leaned his head down and gently nuzzled her, his eyes closing as he held the jean jacket over her frame and simply kept her warm.
"Your jacket is here tol... We'll let it dry and you can wear it afterwards, okay?" He murmured softly, a total change on voice as he spoke to her. His head gently leaned on hers, eyes closing and fingers brushing over her wet hair. "Ill keep you safe..." His eyes closed, breathing relaxed and gently drawing tiny circles to calm her down.
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Alyona
She felt her hand grabbed, her eyes wide as she blinked curiously down at Sinopa. Her fingers gently brushed over the older woman's knuckles, having put Borya's warmer plaid shirt over her frame and watched. "Shes gonna be okay.. We have food and water," she offered softly then, giving a rather weak smile before looking at the crying bundle. Borya had his eyes closed, humming softly as he gently rocked Ezri in an attempt to hush her. If he couldnt do it here then the man would have to pull out his hide bed and lay her down there.
Looking to Sinopa, Alyona found herself checking the woman for any fevers, grabbing one of her soaked cloths and gently laying it on the woman's forehead to cool her off. Her eyes held bags under her eyes, and for once the smaller female looked as if she were older. All that spry was gone, and she felt like she would double over any time. But she had to stay awake and strong. Finding that she could really only hold the woman's hand, she looked past Rowan and out into the field. No one was close to being home yet
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 12:50:43 GMT -5
By the time Logan had returned, Alair himself had managed to remove his bulky coat (which was soaked to the core) in favor of slowly drying out a long sleeved black turtleneck he had on underneath (his scarf and gloves had been ditched as well). He had managed to remove himself from his shell somewhat and relax next to the fire, both the unreasonable anger and desperation from before moving aside for a version of himself that wasn't on the brink of death. There was still a frown on his features, however it faded and was mostly borne of caution and contemplation; all other parts of the man seemed to match his expression, from his sharp features, bony joints, and hunched stature... He was still young, perhaps in his mid-twenties, and had boyish features to him- but they were rough and caved in over time, making him appear somewhat severe. His hands were still hovering above the crafted fire before him, each knuckle large and swollen in a way that was reminiscent of rheumatoid arthritis. He lifted his head when Logan returned, studying them as they worked on the rabbit but not doing much else besides stare.
The surprise at the stranger's kindness had ebbed, and mostly Alair was just accepting of it; he'd come so close to accepting his doom, it seemed only fair he was just as accepting of this new opportunity to live too. Alair Kaddir." he responded quietly to the question, "I had a group but there was a good amount of... moral discrepancies between myself and the others. I ditched those [freaks], and now I'm stuck in this hell-hole." His eyes tore down to the rabbit, his stomach feeling emptier by the second without it; looking careful as he reached out to snag a piece, of a look of indescribable relief washed into him at the new source of food.
Alair wasn't certain when the last time he'd eaten was, but it was long enough ago for him to be forgetful over it.
The slav pointed a now-shredded bone toward Logan, one he'd earlier been working on tearing into, and paused to give them an uncertain look. None of Alair's expressions were particularly kind, and the closest he got to such was by displaying no expression at all; each of his looks were always accompanied by a frown, as if the look of distrust and irritability had been carved into his features since the beginning. "And you- why the hell are you helping me, anyway?" He'd managed to remain clearly thankful (and even borderline desperate), but there was still no denying that his usual mannerisms included snark and plenty of it to spare.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 13:35:40 GMT -5
Logan had been quietly chowing down on the rabbit, listening intently to what Alair had to say. The meat was by no means a delicacy, in fact it was tough and poorly cooked and tasted kind of like mud, but it was edible and edible was all one could hope for these days. Logan hadn't been a great cook in the old days either, in fact they were liable to burn cereal if left unattended for long enough.
"Logan Holloway," they replied, offering a nod in Alair's direction. They figured even though they would be on their way before too long, it was at least decent to give their own name. "Ah, moral discrepancies. Those'll do you in for sure," they said. They had never really had a problem with "moral discrepancies," seeing as they did avoid people- moral discrepancies being one of their reasons for doing so.
"Why not?" Was their answer to Alair's second question. Having finished their portion of the distasteful rabbit, they began to glance around their surroundings. Things seemed calm enough at the moment, but they knew better than to think it would last. It was difficult for them to hide their restlessness, and they knew they would probably need to get going soon. Staying in one place too long was never a good idea, in their experience.
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Post by Salted Squid on Aug 28, 2016 17:26:26 GMT -5
I still want to come back to this lol
Two issues tho: 1. My posting record kinda svcks since I started college 2. How the heck am I going to explain Skylar's sudden disappearance/reappearance in the group? Lol
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Post by qυeeɴ oғ ɢнoѕтlιɴɢѕ on Aug 28, 2016 17:42:48 GMT -5
true but I like torturing my characters. also this is cute with the whole tough character being sweet on a child. So cute]
Ezri
Perhaps this was somehow her father. The way he felt so strong and warm. His strong hand on her head and wiping away tears. His voice was a bit different but it was just as soft and caring. "Daddy," she couldn't help but say as her eyes began to burn again with new tears. "Daddy," she cried again. She missed him so much. When was he going to come back? Did he even know where they were? Of course he did, he was her daddy. He must know how Mommy always cried at night murmuring his name or that she would talk to the moon and stars about him and how she was. Ezri knew that Daddy was probably looking for them as she sat there, crying once again.
Ever since a month ago when they left Daddy behind, Ezri hadn't gotten the chance to cry. Mommy always told her that her smile made things better and so that's what Ezri always tried to do. But she felt terrible and cold and miserable. The little girl needed a chance to let out all she was keeping inside. The man reminded her of everything she wanted at that moment and so she couldn't help letting the tears out. "Daddy," she hiccupped. She began to sob again taking in the sensations of the man trying to calm her down which only made things worse by reminding her of better days. Of days with her parents when things were normal. Back when she could cry and watch her favorite shows. She had a bed and food everyday. Her mommy would stay with her for a while before heading off to her adult school and daddy worked. Granny would come and take care of her. But then everything changed and Granny was gone and her bed was gone and the food was gone. Something changed that day and Ezri didn't like it.
Ezri returned to the present as she focused on trying to stop crying but she couldn't. The rocking made her sleepy but not stop crying. Could she run out of tears? What would happen if she used up all her tears in this moment? Would she be able to cry after she used it all up? Ezri wrapped her little arms around one of the man's and hugged it tightly to her since she couldn't get her arms around his body. "I'm hungry," she sobbed softly trying to calm down and stop crying. It was impossible at this point, not having the emotional capacity to stop herself at her age. Instead she kept sniffling and hiccupping and crying as her mother slept.
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Post by maple on Aug 28, 2016 17:43:34 GMT -5
[ hey guys sooooo sorry for being absent, I'll start working on some replies! also, AVIVAAAAAAAAAAAAAA <3 ]
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Post by Salted Squid on Aug 28, 2016 18:15:37 GMT -5
Hey Maple! I'd forgotten you were here too xD ))
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Post by maple on Aug 28, 2016 18:16:37 GMT -5
[ yeah, hows it going? you should come back (: ]
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Post by Salted Squid on Aug 28, 2016 18:18:01 GMT -5
It's going good! And I want to, I really do cx ))
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Post by paradox on Aug 28, 2016 18:22:07 GMT -5
Arlo slowed down from the sprint that had been required in order to keep up with Amelia, the pressure of the run putting a great strain on his injuries and so when he came to a complete stop, there was a growing ache in his shoulder and arm as though the pain was returning all at once after having gone numb. From where he stood, his eyes carefully assessed the mount of rocks and dirt sealing up the mouth of the cave, nodding along as Amelia explained the entire situation although he was only half listening. “Yeah, alright…” Arlo mumbled absent-mindedly then stepped closer to the wall blockading the entrance and giving it a gentle nudge with his good arm in order to judge the sensitivity of the mound so as not to risk toppling it over with one wrong move. “Okay, the two of you step back. Me and Amelia are gonna start prying enough rocks until this stack is fragile enough to just tip over, alright? Just try not to get let stones fall on your head,” Arlo called out after a second or so Timothée(at least, that’s who he was guessing Amelia had been referring to when she had said “Thomoree”) and he had already guessed well enough who “tight lips” was but one problem at a time…
“Alright, give me a hand, miss,” Arlo muttered towards the gas-masked woman behind him and reached out with bloodied, calloused hands towards the highest stone he could reach in order to pry it out of the pile. After a moment of careful nudging and edging of the sizeable rock, it finally gave way and jerked backwards into his hand but no amount of satisfaction seemed to reach his expression. At this rate, the trapped pair would be out of the cavern by nightfall and Arlo didn’t have that sort of time, especially not now. “New plan. We remove the biggest, more…dicey rocks as much as we can then try to kick the rest in. Not exactly the safest nor desirable, but we don’t have a lot options right now,” Arlo had tossed the rock to the side, dusting off his hands as he spoke whilst keeping his gaze trained on the current problem. Worst game of jenga ever. “Come on, the quicker we get to this, the faster we can leave.” The words were mostly just directed towards himself, trying to provide incentive to find the motivation and energy he didn’t have to deal with this situation, especially with the knowledge that he would have yet another problem at hand once the wall of stones and rocks was taken care of, a problem called the assassin Quiet.
Arlo shook away the thoughts, trying to keep his train of thought on one track at a time and immediately got to prying out yet another one of the rocks that seemed to carry enough weight to cause concussion if it were to be dropped on someone’s head. The smaller rocks around it, using it as a source of stability began to carefully give away and rolled off the mound of the other stones but into the cavern as opposed to outside. “Watch your head,” Arlo called out, perhaps a bit too hurriedly and with a voice filled of concern for a pair of people he shouldn’t necessarily care for – one of them being someone who he should downright detest. However, once the rock had been edged out of the rest of the mound, a collection of other smaller stones and dirt continued to roll off and while it did aid in providing progress, there was still the hazard of accidentally hurting the two that were trapped inside the cavern and as much as Arlo didn’t care for either of them, it was still a worry that he was unable to shake from his own mind.
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Post by Tals on Aug 28, 2016 18:39:36 GMT -5
AVIV
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Post by Salted Squid on Aug 28, 2016 18:40:09 GMT -5
HI!))
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Post by qυeeɴ oғ ɢнoѕтlιɴɢѕ on Aug 28, 2016 18:42:35 GMT -5
avi! avi I missed you! I have to go eat but I will be back and shower you with virtual hugs]
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Post by Tals on Aug 28, 2016 18:54:46 GMT -5
I do too~ Like I think Borya would just end up secretly adopting her like adklsji
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hold up
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Post by maple on Aug 28, 2016 19:07:57 GMT -5
clementine //
The hounds didn't move, neither did she. Their eyes zeroed in on her, beady and sharp, glittering ebony pools that were waiting for movement. That's what they wanted, a chase. Even though there was a good amount of space between her and them, Clementine was smart enough to know she couldn't outrun them - but maybe, just maybe, she could outsmart them.
Bending down slowly, as not to alert them, she picked up a piece of wood that had broken off of one of the trees in the storm. Not entirely sure what she was even doing, Clementine let her eyes dart to the side where she could see Ash and Wilhelm running and motioning for her to follow. If she timed it just right, she'd be heading to safety with them.
Mustering up enough courage, Clementine waved the branch wildly and shouted at the hounds. They seemed surprised but snarled in response, making the pale-haired girl cringe. Making a quick decision, she hurled the large stick in the animals' direction and broke into a sprint. She didn't have the lungs to be a good runner, but the distance between her and the treeline wasn't far. She didn't even look back. Breathless, and tripping over her own feet, she stumbled behind Ash and Wilhelm gasping. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
annika //
This was taking too long. From needing help to searching for it, Annika hadn't enough patience to endure it all. The irritation was written plainly across her face, her brows furrowed and lips pulled into a tight line. Who knows if Timothée was alright, or even Quiet for the matter, they could be suffocating to death while everyone else was puttering around uselessly.
Then, almost too silent to hear, a distant sound caught Annika's attention. It was almost a distant echo, words that were barely legible over the wind that was still howling. But she knew the voice, how could she forget it?
"Timothée!" She turned on her heel and thrashed forward through the trees towards the sound. She didn't wait for anyone else. Annika's mind was already focused on the voice of her friend that was growing nearer as she ran. Skidding around the corner she stumbled, reaching out to place her hand on the trunk of a tree for balance. And then she saw the rocks, more like boulders. The cave.
"Are you in there? Tim? Quiet?" She raised her voice to be heard, pacing in front of the blocked entrance anxiously.
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Post by Tals on Aug 28, 2016 19:29:35 GMT -5
Borya Aliyev
Borya looked at her, his fingers continuing its way to make the gentle patterns as he held her. His eyes shifted, a sense of... instinct overwhelming his systems. His fingers gently brushed over her damp hair, leaning against the posts on the porch as his breathing was calm. "Its okay Детская кукла," he told her softly, giving a tip of his head. Alyona had disappeared, the female returning not long later and Borya leaned forward, making sure Ezri didn't let go of him. His lips pursed, soon cradling her as he shifted her to look up towards him. His scarred face was released of its usual and cool look, a soft look in his eyes and his lips actually curled in a small but kind hearted smile.
"Here, I have some food for you," he offered then, helping her sit up slightly as he held out a piece of stale bread. It was lined with some meat- probably some form of ham- and the crust was removed. His eyes searched her face, letting her take the sandwich as his hand gently brushed away her tears. "Theres no room for tears- not for a pretty girl like you. Smile," he murmured then, his smile finally forming- one that stretched over his face in a sense of hope. His silvery hair was drying, and it finally stood out in several places to make it the appearance he indeed had been in the wild for a bit. Alyona was smiling to her, though, she gripped Sinopa's hand tightly as if afraid to move from the woman's side.
Borya swallowed nervously, his eyes searching her face as he held Ezri. "Whats your name Детская кукла?"
(Okay, so Borya is calling Ezri Baby Doll; I thought it would be a cute little nickname for her from him)
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Post by Salted Squid on Aug 28, 2016 19:41:44 GMT -5
Well I'm kinda bored rn, so I'm going to get to work writing a new description up for Skylar since I was dumb and didn't save the old one. Whoops lol ))
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Aug 28, 2016 19:43:02 GMT -5
(I'm sorry, I just can't keep with this. Classes and work are too much.)
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Post by Tals on Aug 28, 2016 19:45:59 GMT -5
aw that's a shame Valk... I'm sorry :C tho I'm sure you're always welcome to come back
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Aug 28, 2016 20:39:58 GMT -5
(Thanks, I appreciate it. Hopefully I'll get to see you guys around forums elsewhere!)
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Post by Tals on Aug 28, 2016 20:41:40 GMT -5
Indeed! ^^ Have fun okay?))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 21:27:18 GMT -5
Aviva!!!! It's great to have you back! If you want you can always just say Skylar was with them the whole time (we did skip like 5 months between this rp and the last one), but if you want we can also say at some point she got separated, then found them again? Me and Gojira have two characters in the woods rn, so she could even find them before getting integrated back into The Group™ (If you even want her to, she could always remain sorta a loner or a part of a small group? Sjcjdkakks basically I'm saying it's totally up to you)
Also hey maple!! :,0 no worries at all- I'm gonna get some replies up in the morning (annika you bae ;~; ) bc tonight im feeling a lil off adfgdjkd
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Post by Salted Squid on Aug 28, 2016 21:34:08 GMT -5
Hmm... I think that I'd rather her remain a part of Arlo's group, though since I've been gone I think it would be easier to say that she got separated from the others at some point plus I am a sucker for happy reunion scenes xD))
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