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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 22:22:05 GMT -5
(( HELLLLOOOOOO. just got back, getting lost in the dark on a road youve never driven on in your life is so fun guys, try it out. anyways ill post in just a minute!!! also hey aviva c: ))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 22:58:40 GMT -5
Ash was on his feet the second he heard Rowan's voice. He hadn't quite grown familiar with the other group members, nor did he really trust any of them. He supposed Riley was harmless enough, but the others? He wasn't so sure about them. The apocalypse had hardened all of them, but his rational self knew he was no different. He was always the defensive and un-trusting type, and the end of days had only served to further these sentiments. Before he realized it was even there, the artificial smile was plastered across his angular features. He knew everyone else had figured out what he was like by now, even with his walls of personal defenses, but it was reflexive at this point. He also knew grinning like a madman and faking niceties did nothing to make the other group members trust him, but he didn't mind that really.
"Sure, I'm in," he said flatly, giving Rowan a nod of his head as if to cement the fact that he would be tagging along on the supply run. He sighed at Wilhelm's comment and shook his head. "English. 'American' isn't a language, Wilhelm." He had grown used to Wilhelm's frankly empty headed commentary by now, so his words weren't harsh but he couldn't help but correct him. He was pretty sure Rowan had just called them clowns, which he didn't take too kindly to, but he didn't mention this as it would only get Wilhelm more fired up. "Let's get going then."
Amelia had ended up having to navigate through a particularly thick patch of brambles, but she had finally managed to make it out of the woods and into the field that contained the farmhouse and its companion buildings. She stood there for a moment, content to feel the wind in her hair. The rest of her body couldn't register the gentle breeze, seeing as her clothing and gloves were thick and concealed everything, not to mention her trademark mask. Her moment of peace and quiet was interrupted by Sinclaire scrambling out of the bushes, cursing loudly as he did so. "Damned useless thorns!" He hissed, brushing the leaves and debris that had stuck to his hair and clothing away. "You suppose this place is empty? Seems too good to be true." At that very moment the sound of voices could be heard, carried on the aforementioned breeze. "Does that answer your question?" Amelia whispered, immediately stepping back to the edges of the forest as if that would help her stay concealed. "Be quiet, if you can manage to do that for five seconds. Maybe we can get something useful out of them." She realized full well her words were often harsh, but really anyone's would be if they were saddled with Sinclaire for as long as she had been.
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Post by нσωℓ on Aug 2, 2016 23:11:18 GMT -5
Riley bounced up from her place on the porch, pausing for a moment as he spoke with Borya. "It's not them I'm worried about. Well I mean, I do worry about them too but mostly you. Just come back safely. Don't make me worry like you did during that forest fire." And with that she was off to her "clinic" putting together a basic kit of supplies for treating scrapes, burns, cuts, and bullet wounds. Mostly bandages, scissors, tweezers, and disinfectants. Once that was done she made her way back to Arlo and placed the box in his hand. "Good luck, Arlo!"
Viv meanwhile had already decided to eat before they left. Showing up to Arlo's side with some jerky crammed in her mouth and gardening tool weapon in it's makeshift back-pack holster. "We ready to go, dude?" Her words barely understandable through her mouthful of chewing. She had been aching to get out and go do something. Good exercise is good practice in her book. Plus they can never have too many supplies right? "Make sure everyone's weapons is fully loaded and they got extra ammo. Riles give ya her list?" It was a rather redundant question, she figured Riley had but she was just anxious to get a move on.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 23:37:10 GMT -5
hey everyone!! so glad to see you're all back :,D )) gonna start a reply now! ))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 23:57:04 GMT -5
Agnes nodded in agreement, thinking back to Jamal for a moment. He was considerably helpful when it came to planning crops and other similar situations, but he rarely took the chance to get away from the farms. His migraines had returned full-force, and although there was a particular medication that worked for him, it had so far been no where in sight. Despite this, she couldn't help but to feel even antsier with him staying cooped up with nothing but his journal to give him entertainment.
"Yeah, no yeah do that." she nodded, placing her hands on her lips and frowning as she glanced toward where he most likely was. "You can grab him on the way out, I think he should be in the house." She took a step back as Riley coddled Arlo, a soft smile placed on her lips at the sight. While Riley was nervous at her worst, she was always the most prepared one of the group at her best, and it was impossible not to simper in her presence as it always felt sweet and thoughtful.
Agnes was about to turn back around but paused for a moment, clearing her throat to catch Arlo's attention again. "And... Arlo if you see any Imitrex and could pick some up..."
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Jamal was in the house, slumped on it's couch which he'd resided himself to hanging out on, staring studiously at one of his brown leather journals, his reading glasses low on his nose. It was true, he did have one of his headaches, though it wasn't near as severe as it could've been for which he was pleased. In that window of opportunity, he'd taken the chance to look over his notes, making sure the cycles for each of their crops were on track. If his calculations were correct- and nothing went wrong- in just a month or so they should be eating incredibly.
He glanced up as he noticed some of them gathered and speaking, wondering if he should take the time to see what was up. Yes, Jamal, you should. You're looking like one of those recluses. he thought scoldingly to himself, and hesitantly got to his feet with a stretch and a sigh. Making his way outside, he squinted his eyes against the sun and hung around to wait for them to stop chatting, not wanting to interrupt whatever it was they were talking about.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 1:08:31 GMT -5
"Sure, sure yeah." Wilhelm responded to Ash brusquely, not seeming to remain on the subject for long, though there was no disguising the red on his cheeks that betrayed faint embarrassment. Still, if anyone could brush something off, it was Will. He had about the attention span of a 6 month old puppy. He went back to examining his rifle, smiling faintly at it as he toyed around with the gun. He was still missing his pinkie finger of course, and had more than a few nasty scars to mark remembrance, but not one of them seemed to faze him any longer, and the nightmares had all since long stopped as well. Of course he was a little more defensive than before, but given a few moments of assurance that too faded.
"Hey! Rowan, right?" Will was back to pleasantries and business; it was clear he meant no harm at this point and had most likely forgotten he was unhappy with the other man in the first place. "I was wondering, what the hell are we lookin for anyway?" Wilhelm wiped his nose, taking a glance around their farm. While he was usually social to a fault, he somewhat cocooned himself away from such indulgences because of his new stark sense of distrust, and thanks to that missed out on actually getting to know who he was spending time with. "I mean, we're just stickin around the area, yeah?" While his self-preservation had grown, the same feeling extended onto Ash, and he was rarely totally comfortable with bounding off into whatever situation that came his way as he used to.
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Post by Tals on Aug 3, 2016 9:47:30 GMT -5
Aww cx im happy to be here with yall~
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Borya had given a slow nod, his eyes turning over the few that he would be with- namely females. His cheeks warmed at the prospect of being there with no way of properly speaking English, slowly scuffling to the side as Alyona gave a soft okay to the leader. Looking up to her embarrassed brother, she gently grasped her weapon and awaited for the time to leave. Which somehow gave enough time for that foxy Devoss to turn about. His hair had indeed went to the silver color he wished, and his eyes were slow and lazily blinking. He gave a soft yawn, standing beside the Russian then as they seemed to stick together. It was a promise made by Borya that he would indeed watch over this one that had opted to tag along. Casting a glance down, Borya gave a light huff and crossed his arms as the shortest of the trio gained his signature smirk and said a soft hello up at the man staring him down. That being said- it had increasingly calmed Borya's cheeks from the hot feeling of being aware of his poor english.
Alyona had giggled at Viv's appearance, her eyebrows arching slightly as she watched her eat the jerky. Upon hearing a list, Borya had bent forward, head beside his sibling's and murmured something in mother tongue before he earned a soft okie dokie. She gently patted his head before she let him stand upright. The duo were inseperable thats for sure. Slinging her weapon over her shoulder, she stood upright as best as she could, giving a smile when Borya and Devoss had moved off to see if they could help with anything. They didnt want to be lazy now, it wouldnt be fair. Her bright gaze flickered between the small group that had gathered, realizing herself she hadnt walked alot the past few days. Arlo had been right in suggesting to come along.
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Post by нσωℓ on Aug 3, 2016 12:02:04 GMT -5
Viv smiled at Alyona, happy to see the younger one in higher spirits. For a moment Viv's gaze shifted between her and her brother before ruffling Alyona's hair a little. "Don't worry Borya, we'll bring her back safe." She called to the man as he and Devoss went to look for something to do. Turning back to Alyona, she grinned "Have you ever been on a real supply run before? They're not all nearly as exciting as the ones that go bad, but you can find some interesting stuff laying about. No one's gonna scold you if you decide to pocket a few trinkets you find while we're out." Viv winked at the girl before offering some of her jerky. She figured the idea of a trinket or two might give her something to be excited about. While Viv personally wasn't sure about bringing a girl that young along she knew Alyona had to be capable of taking care of herself. She'd trust Arlo's judgement here, as he was the leader. Didn't mean she wasn't going to stick close to the girl and watch out for her though. At the very least Alyona had more capability in a fight than Riley did, surely the girl at least knew how to aim and shoot without closing her eyes. Riley always did have that problem, and Viv could never break the habit. Alyona though, she definitely seemed more capable of defending herself. How capable? Hopefully they didn't have to find out.
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Post by Tals on Aug 3, 2016 12:36:08 GMT -5
Borya gave a soft, "Da." to Viv as he walked, sending her a nod over his shoulder before he had rounded the corner to aid Riley and Agnes. Alyona smiled, her hair now askew before giving a soft giggle.
"No.. Not exactly," she had answered her question before her eyes alit with excitement. Borya had said that it was okay to collect objects whilst in the supply runs the two did themselves, but he had required not to grab any one's deserted photos and other personal items. However, it seemed that they might find some things useful now wouldn't they? Blinking up, she gave a soft thank you and gently grasped the jerky. The short teen chewed slowly on the offered food, turning her eyes up to Viv once again. "Really? Maybe some paper and pencil- Borya would love to draw!" with that the little female gave a happy little squeak as she remembered the time Borya told her about how he sketched all the time when he waited for her to come home from school. Her head tilted, pulling her plaid shirt over her torso tightly before giving a kind smile. Her shoulders shifted, feeling her bag shift then as she tilted her head. "what do you planning on get?" she asked her then
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 14:23:04 GMT -5
(( this is gonna be super short rip. just trying to get amelia and sinclaire into a spot where they can be apprehended. ))
Amelia, having decided it was safer to move then just be a sitting duck in the shrubbery, was creeping through the field. If there was one thing she was adept at, it was sneaking about. Years on the streets stealing food from cafes and carts had taught her how to be stealthy, even when her appearance had a tendency to garner attention- with or without the mask. Sinclaire wasn't far behind her, although he was considerably less nimble. He clutched his rifle tightly, praying he wouldn't have to use it. "Are you sure this is a good idea to just... Go and steal from these people?" He whispered, glancing towards the source of the voices nervously. "There's a lot of them, maybe it would be better to just approach them..."
"And get shot? No thank you!" Amelia retorted. She was getting close to the back of the farmhouse now, and she hoped she had been successful in going unnoticed. "We'll just grab some of their stuff and go, they'll never even know we were here." She pressed herself up against the back wall, listening carefully in an attempt to discern the location of the farm's occupants and what their plans were so she could sneak past them.
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Post by paradox on Aug 3, 2016 15:41:17 GMT -5
“I’ll be fine,” A worn out, outdated promise that anyone would know couldn’t possibly be kept these days. Didn’t stop Arlo from using it, though when Riley expressed that her concern was for him in particular. “Imitrex. sure, no problem,” Arlo said, mulling the single word over and over around in his mind so as not to forget since it was surprisingly something he’s never heard of until now. What exactly it was or was used for but knew well enough to search in the pharmacy for such a package. Muttering a thank you Riley as she handed him the kit, Arlo hesitated in setting off just yet as he pondered over what to say next. Searching for best string of words that could convey equal amounts of compassion and sternness…”Just try to stay out of trouble, you two, yeah? Hasta luego,” Arlo grinned crookedly, giving a short wave of his hand as he walked off to go grab Jamal on the way over to the edge of the farm. He was surprised to find that the man in question had already wandered outside, though not unpleasantly so. There were already enough wasted minutes as is.
“Come on, you’re on the supply run with us,” Arlo spoke, leaving no room for argument as he passed by the man, giving Jamal a rough pat on the shoulder to get going. “Riley, Agnes and Borya are sticking around to watch the place while the rest of us are going to do a quick sweep of the nearby town, that sound good?” The last part was mostly out of politeness than any real offer for Jamal to back out. By the sounds of it, Agnes had been in agreement of bringing the man along for the trip and it had only served to solidify his decision. Arlo still had certain issues accepting second opinions when it came to his plans and such without specifically asking for it but he was getting better at considering it by the day.
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“Not my fault you southerners only ever know one language,” Rowan grumbled, mostly to himself as he turned away from the pair, heading off to lead them to go meet up with Arlo and the others at the edge of the property. Already, he was beginning to regret even bothering to invite these two at all, even though it had been under the request of Arlo. Ash and Wilhelm were an odd pair; untrustworthy for entirely different reasons. Hopefully, they had enough in their skillset to make their presence on this supply run worthwhile. Halfway on their way to the edge of the farm was when Wilhelm chose to speak up, though this time his voice seemed to lack any traces of the defensive tone from before. Unfortunately, the innocent approach completely flew over his head and Rowan instinctively mistook it for a more condescending, something just as insolent as before.
Rowan carefully eyed Wilhelm, scowling slightly at the abrupt change in demeanor but answered anyway. “We’re heading out into that town a few ways off to look for the general supplies: med stuff, ammo and weapons, food if we’re lucky but I’m not counting on it. I wanted to check if there weren’t any cars or trucks that are still salvageable, too. I could fix us up a working car or something if we manage to find one that isn’t in too bad of a shape,” He explained, keeping his eyes ahead and finding that Arlo’s own gathered group were waiting around. “Ready?” Rowan called in an irritated tone as they approached. His mood seemed to lighten at the idea of Viv, Jamal and Alyona joining them, expression softening at the sight of them. Catching the pack of medical supplies that Arlo tossed his way, Rowan shifted rifle around to make room for it around his shoulders.
“Was waiting for you,” Arlo gave a thin smile, more amused by Rowan’s impatience than annoying, and eyes wandering over to take in the sight of both Ash and Wilhelm. He was far more lenient on the pair’s presence, willing to let most of their antics slide if only avoid any unnecessary arguments or scolding but it didn’t escape him that the distrust went both ways between them and his older companions. Right now, Arlo was just banking on the possibility that it was something only time would mend. “Alright, heading out now. Stick together, keep on the road and out of the forested areas,” Arlo spoke up to the rest of them, doing a quick head check before leading the group away from the farm and down the long, winding road.
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Post by нσωℓ on Aug 3, 2016 20:53:19 GMT -5
Viv grinned at Alyona, happy to see her eagerness, or at least excitement. "Mostly medical stuff for Riles and basic supplies like ammo. If we find any good clothing we'll probably grab that too. Some people around here could use a clean shirt every few months, not gonna name any names." She paused, looking around joking to a few of their companions. "Hopefully we find some food or weapons, but we'll have to see."
"Ah, time to go!" She grinned, jamming her hands in her pockets and following behind Rowan. "Come on, Alyona. This'll be fun!There's bound to be some more cool stuff in town." In all honesty the turk was playing up the excitement of it for her. It would be boring or simply routine, but hey Alyona was just a girl. She was just sixteen, and it didn't hurt for her to get excited to explore a little. Even in the apocalypse there are just some things a kid should be able to enjoy feely enough.
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Post by Tals on Aug 3, 2016 21:32:55 GMT -5
It seemed Alyona was a-okay with all of this. Her eyes had drifted up and given a big grin to Viv when she heard what the elder female was going to collect. Giving a nod, the female made a quick way to the others. Her whole gaze lit up at seeing Rowan and that softened expression. She quickened her pace in the slightest, and made a small littlw scurry- without straining her leg- to pace Viv and greet Rowan for the first time that day.
She gave a soft okay for Viv's words, grinning slightly before she came to a pause. Hearing Arlo, a soft, "Da." Sounded as a signal she heard. Her pace eased then, thought it was an odd limpish walk as she moved. Alyona spared to glance about for a brief moment, her hands stuffing into her pockets then. They had seen fall roll in over the past months, and the sound of leaves crunching below her booted feet alerted the teen that the colder months were ahead. Her gaze drifted upwards at the sound of cooing mourning doves, watching as they ruffled up their feathers to warm them up in the sun.
Coming to a stop, she blinked at the road before continuing. Certainly there wouldn't be any trouble on their way? Could Borya stand Devoss for the time she was gone? Pondering then, a look of concern crossed her brows as she raised a hand and held her chin. Last time she left them alone, Borya nearly bashed Devoss open for something the Dutchman said.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 21:52:47 GMT -5
Jamal gave a faint smile to Arlo, though even the pat sent a slight wince from him as though he expected it to send a sharp pain through his head, luckily this time he managed not to be so fragile. "Sure, sounds good." He responded half-stiffly, though the tone was mostly out of the fact that he'd spent the day so far mostly silent and hanging around only himself. He immediately sensed that what Arlo said was non-negotiable, but this was something he didn't particularly mind; unless Jamal found something glaringly wrong with a situation, he was usually reserved and happy to take instruction in stride, save for the occasional tongue-in-cheek comment (a habit which he had notoriously developed after spending so much time with Agnes).
"I'll keep my eyes peeled for food for sure, christ am I sick of eating corn." Jamal admitted, scratching the back of his neck as he glanced back to their farm for the moment. It was the one crop that seemed to be plentiful- though it wasn't exactly sustaining to their diets. He glanced toward Rowan and Viv, casting a humored look to the latter at her last comment. He'd tried to keep up with occasionally washing his clothes in the nearby stream- along with the rest of him- but it was impossible not to be a fair amount dirty given their circumstances. After finding a razor he even kept up shaving for a few weeks, but that too fell awry and he eventually resided to enjoying the "scruffier" look.
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Agnes watched as everyone continued to walk off, the faint smile on her face fading as her attention was quickly replaced with something new. She had more or less developed a sweeter demeanor while on the farm, a little more human in a way, though other instincts always pushed their way forward when the time came. Now, sensing a sort of disturbance in the form of two figures in the distance, she very clearly looked to be no different than she was five months ago. The young woman glanced to Riley, raising a hand in a dismissive sort of gesture. "I'm going to take a look around the perimeter, I'll be right back, alright?" She nodded, the simper still on her lips, and trailed off, taking the occasional glance back at the group. Perhaps she should have considered calling for backup, but really, the thought never hit her. Her first and foremost instinct was to handle everything quickly and personally.
Agnes drew around the side of the barn, noticing the figures again, only this time in the flesh. One in particular was startlingly familiar, which caused her to wince and bite back a hissing string of curses. The last thing she needed was for someone to recognize her and make more of what should be a quick confrontation.
She narrowed her eyes at the redhead's last comments, her suspicions only being proven true. It was in that time that she decided to step out from behind one wall of the barn, her pistol drawn as though she was incredibly used to using it (she wasn't). "Hey!" she wet her lips after barking the word, looking serious and even able for what was otherwise a bony, short young woman. "If you're not looking to be shot at, I wouldn't recommend sneaking around our camp."
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Wilhelm nodded absent-mindedly, adding a: "Sounds good." to the end of Rowan's explanation, and it was somewhat of a mystery as to whether or not he had actually heard any of what the man said or not as well. Still, once he got to the rest of the group, he seemed to be just a touch more interested, raising his eyebrows in rapt interest as Arlo gave out last instructions. For whatever reason, Will seemed to have a thick admiration to anyone who took on a leader-like role, trailing after them like some puppy who knew better than to wander the world on their own.
He jogged after the group, slowing down somewhat after he stepped in line with everyone and followed them down the path they were taking. He took the chance to send a quick grin Ash's way, the look betraying his willingness to help out and participate with the others. While he mostly stuck to himself and Ash, there was a clear want to be useful to everyone else, one that was just forging itself to light again after being quite literally beaten from him months prior. For his own reasons, just being included in the run seemed to liven his spirits.
Upon hearing Jamal's comment about being sick of corn, he couldn't help but to add on. "I was thinkn earlier: I would kill for a burger."
Jamal let out a short noise of wanting at that, shaking his head helplessly. "I'm almost certain any of us would resort to murder for a thing like that. Christ I don't even want to know how long it's been!"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 22:44:51 GMT -5
Ash followed after Wilhelm dutifully. Although he had relaxed in his protectiveness quite a bit since the Ingrym incident, he still felt the need to keep an eye on the man. He didn't say anything to Arlo or Rowan, simply offering the leader a nod of his head and a grin to prove he had heard what he'd said. His head was already filled with ideas of what he could find on the run, and he hoped he would be lucky enough to come across something useful. He had managed to find his new razor whip on a run after all, so maybe this one would offer something equally as valuable. "Maybe we'll find an operational McDonalds," he said to Wilhelm. He playfully jabbed his boyfriend with his elbow, hoping he would pick up on his sarcasm- Ash could never tell if he'd actually take him serious when he said things like that, after all. But he didn't really mind.
He continued along silently after that, content to enjoy the scenery as they made their way to the town. While he was definitely still defensive, living on the farm had helped him ease up significantly. Before, he was too on edge all the time to simply enjoy nature so it was nice to be able to wind down, even if just a little bit. While he trusted most of the current party to be able to defend themselves in a pinch, he knew that because of the fact that he and Wilhelm hadn't known them as long as they'd known each other, they would be the first to get left behind if worse came to worse. And for that reason, he kept his guard up.
Sinclaire nearly screamed when Agnes made her appearance, but Amelia promptly covered his mouth with her gloved hand. "Would you shut the hell up?!" She hissed. Sinclaire shot her a glare, but quickly remembered that he could be about to die so without a moment's hesitation he dropped his rifle and flung his hands into the air, backing away slowly. "N-n-n-n-ow we don't want no trouble!" He stuttered, taking another step back. He was very visibly shaking, even though he didn't recognize Agnes right away he for some reason knew that she was a very real threat. "We w-were.... We were just looking around is all! Yeah, j-j-j-ust lookin' around!" His voice somehow managed to get even more slurred while he was frightened, and it was probably difficult for the others to even make out what he was saying.
Amelia, however, made no move other than to lean up against the barn wall, trying her best to look casual. On the inside she was absolutely panicked, but she was decent at masking such fears (no pun intended.) "Oh, what? You're gonna pop us with your little toy there? Honey, I ain't afraid of gettin' a bullet in me this late in the game," she drawled, crossing her arms.
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Post by нσωℓ on Aug 4, 2016 14:21:11 GMT -5
"Wait Agnes!" Riley followed after the woman, a moment behind. "W-wait up!" Riley sprinted after the woman, worried for what might happen. When she caught up there was a familiar situation at hand. Agnes with a gun pointed at at a loud mouthed and Riley hiding behind her. Then Riley saw him, Sinclaire. "Agnes-no, Arlo said to stay out of trouble." She hastily whispered to the other woman, so the stranger and Sinclaire wouldn't hear. "Sinclaire, what are you doing here? I'm guessing you made it out of the forest fire too?" She was geniunely surprised to see him there. Riley hadn't been certain of his survival and had often wondered in the back of her mind what became of him. Now it seems she got her answer, despite not really looking for one. "Why are you two here?" ---- "Aw Jamal, you're starting to sound like Riley. She had asked me to look for canned food for that same reason!" Viv let out a slight laugh, attempting to keep up the light mood. Now that she thought about it Riley did like cans though. The turk had no idea what their step-cousin found so fascinating about cans and canned food but she'd provide cans if they could be found. She was pretty sure Riley had a stash of empty cans she'd cleaned out too, and Viv wasn't sure if she wanted to know why she hoarded those things. "You know what I could go for? Finding something we could make coffee with! Coffee beans or some instant coffe would be wonderful, honestly!" Ah, coffee; Viv's one true love from before the apocalypse. She practically lived off of it to be entirely honest. Sadly, there were no functioning starbucks anymore, much to her great dismay.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2016 14:44:56 GMT -5
Sinclaire stared at Riley for a moment, trying to figure out why she knew his name. He had all but forgotten the faces of the group responsible for Gage's death, preferring to shove them as far away from his memory as possible. It hit him that Riley had been there, and he found himself looking between her and Agnes, trying desperately to place the woman with the gun.
Then it all clicked. A low, feeble whimper escaped his lips when he realized just who Agnes was, and he began to back away as quickly as he could. In his mind, his fate was sealed- he saw Agnes as nothing but a bloodthirsty monster hellbent on killing any hapless stranger who crossed her path, and he was positive he would be her next victim. "Y-you!" Was all he managed to get out, pointing a trembling finger in Agnes' direction. "Amelia, we have to get out of here now. This lady, she's- she's a..." he trailed off and his voice cracked, clearly he was choking back sobs. He wasn't sure weather he should run and try to get away, or if he should cower before the gun-toting maniac. In either option he only saw himself getting shot in the head, so he opted to simply raise his hands further in an attempt at looking innocuous. "We just f-found this place, we didn't mean any h-harm, we just- Oh god don't shoot us, please..."
Amelia glanced back at her companion. If her face had been visible, she would've looked concerned. She wondered how Sinclaire and these people knew each other, but she pushed that question to the back of her mind and focused on diffusing the situation at hand. Being able to put two and two together, she figured that Agnes actually was a killer, and that there really was a very real chance of getting shot. Still, she didn't budge. She knew running know would only get her and Sinclaire killed for sure, so she kept her nonchalant pose. "We saw a farm and figured we'd check it out, doll face," she said, giving Riley a nod. She hoped the other woman would be able to talk Agnes out of shooting them, she seemed reasonable enough. "We're just tryna make it, just like you 'n your little club here." She kept her arms crossed, feeling like that would help defend her somehow. Every muscle in her body was screaming at her to just run, to get away. When it came to fight or flight, she nearly always chose flight as there was no way she could take on two armed people in a scuffle, and Sinclaire wouldn't be of much help either. "...So there's no need to go shooting us, you silly goose."
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Post by qυeeɴ oғ ɢнoѕтlιɴɢѕ on Aug 4, 2016 14:53:14 GMT -5
I see this is still going on. btw its little from the old forums. I had the three sisters and then the mom and her daughter....I forget those two's names tho. could I rejoin this or no? its fine if I cant]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2016 15:28:15 GMT -5
Agnes could not explain it, but for whatever reason, a sort of jolt ran just beneath her skin at Sinclaire's first word: you. There was something a little exhilarating about it: someone remembering her face, and knowing not to question her ability if their lives depended on it. It was so much different from before- scavenging and running around like a mouse, hoping not to be recalled by someone with revenge on their tongue- and it was also quite different from her life now too, where she resided herself to being quiet and useful only when necessary.
Arlo said to stay out of trouble. She was smart enough to keep from shooting, even a warning shot, but it took great self control to lower the weapon and put enough trust into Riley to feel safe doing so. She didn't say much at first, though her eyes did find themselves staring into the round glass of a gasmask, curiously toying over what could be beneath. Eventually she snapped out of her trance, and nodded faintly at their explanation. She was put off somewhat by Amelia's nonchalant act, but not enough to feel vulnerable as Sinclaire had already quickly assured her that a particular message had been sent. "I'm not going to shoot you, but like you said, we're all just trying to make it. That includes doing what I have to, to keep my people safe..." But she wasn't going to press. She only saw one weapon on them and was incredibly doubtful that it was going to be used. On the off chance there was danger, the noise from a gunshot would draw crowds fast enough on its own.
Agnes furrowed her eyebrows, nodding to Sinclaire. "-And calm down, for gods sake." She lowered her gun all the way so that it was by her side, pointing toward the earth harmlessly. She felt the slightest twinge of irritation that Riley had genuinely thought she was running in to save these people from her- no, irritation was not the right word. For now it was shame, and it was setting in fast. She cleared her throat, brushing away the feelings and fighting to keep them out of sight from the others. "You two are just passing by, right? No others?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2016 15:28:55 GMT -5
yeah ! you can totally join if you want to (: rp is 100% open to old members
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Post by qυeeɴ oғ ɢнoѕтlιɴɢѕ on Aug 4, 2016 15:43:48 GMT -5
okay. my laptop is being stupid so I have to restart it. but ill jump in later]
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Post by нσωℓ on Aug 4, 2016 16:27:04 GMT -5
Riley noticed Agnes' mood change. She'd never intended to step on Agnes' toes but it seems it was too late for that now. Sometimes they wished they weren't so in tune with others feelings. "If you want to stay for a bit fine, you can talk to our group's leader when he gets back but for now Agnes and I are in charge." Act brave and you will be. That's what Alex always said. Act brave and you will be brave. "But if you're going to stay you have to give up all your weapons until you leave, understand?" The pink haired woman folded her arms to hide that they were shaking. Her knees must have been shaking too but she pushed the thought of it away, defiantly staring into the glass on the other woman's gas mask. "I'm not going to tolerate either of you causing problems, and Agnes certainly won't either. Now either hand them over or get lost." Act brave and you will be. Act brave and you will be. That's all she could say to herself in this moment. Hopefully she came off stern enough that the pair would listen to her. If they didn't well... Riley's only hope was Agnes taking over. That really would probe her to be useless. She had to step up eventually and show more backbone rather than hiding in her clinic and behind Arlo and Agnes forever. She just wanted for Arlo to be able to come back from this supply run and see he had nothing to worry about. They could handle it. Borya stayed behind too, right? If she had to she'd call for him, surely he'd help set them straight if things went downhill.
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Post by paradox on Aug 4, 2016 16:28:18 GMT -5
Arlo kept ahead of the group, wandering a bit further off down the paved, cracked street to lead them down the familiar path but Rowan was rarely ever more than just two steps behind his old partner. As time passed shortly after the farm had been found, the road that led to the closest town gradually became familiar enough to walk on mere memory alone, all the shortcuts and trails leading off to the lake or abandoned shacks were easy enough to became second nature. It was a pleasant change of pace, having a goal in mind as opposed to the aimless, puporseless wandering that they had used to indulge in only months before. Their new home was removed enough from most civilization for any run-ins with other survivors or hostiles to be increasingly rare but the environment further out away from more people seemed to be the favored grounds for mutants, leaving close calls with the monsters to pratically be an everyday encounter. But with the resources that surrounded the farm and the benefits that came from taking refuge in the property made it worthwhile, building up to a relatively stable lifestyle rather than their old, disorderly ways. Although he had yet to admit it to anyone, there was a small, cynical and morbid part in Arlo's mind that was anticipating an inevitable crack in the system or some little mistake that would snowball into everything they had built so far crumbling within the blink of an eye. It was how his last home and how his friends and family had fallen apart, it was difficult not to worry for history to repeat itself. He told himself the same thing every day, that this was different and in turn, everything would turn out different, but his thoughts just kept wandering back to their luck running out on finding the farm.
“Maybe later me and Viv can take you out into the forest to teach you how to hunt,” Rowan was quick to offer as Jamal made a complaint of their current food resources, taking a quick glance at the man over his shoulder from his place at Arlo’s side. A crooked grin had worked its way on to his mouth, seemingly excited by the notion of bringing Jamal along for the next hunting trip even if it just ended up being for extra company. The idea seemed to expand as the little Russian sister approached him. “What about you, Alyona? Your brother ever show you how to hunt before? That’d be good, right?” For the last question, he turned over to glance at Arlo beside him, seemingly in search of approval from the man in charge. With months spent around added company, it had been inevitable for Rowan’s dependent grasp on Arlo to steadily loosen enough for him to grow comfortable speaking and spending time with others but somehow was still unable to keep from gravitating back to his old ways albeit only for trivial things such as seeking support or just lingering by Arlo’s side.
“Sure, wouldn’t hurt to have a couple more hunters on hand, anyway,” Arlo said with a slight smile, though he wasn’t sure exactly how the pair would fare in such a field, not to mention how Viv and Rowan would fare as ‘teachers’. He almost felt compelled to supervise such a thing, uncertain of what sort of antics could ensue from the setup of such an impulsive duo in charge of coaching a sport that involved taking down beasts much bigger than they. Certainly Jamal and Alyona were capable on their own but whether that capability covered the skills needed to get out unscathed of a mere hunting trip, Arlo would rather not leave to chance. "Assuming they're okay with the idea, of course." Arlo added, leaving it up to Alyona and Jamal to decide whether or not they could keep up with the more experienced hunters.
“For now, let’s just focus on getting to this town,” Arlo said after a rustle in the bushes caught him off guard and in turn, putting him on edge. While the road to the targeted town was straightforward enough, the woodlands surrounding it were thick and clustered, narrowing visibility and giving much cover to anything that might lurk or stalk. The path itself was dangerous enough and while Arlo had no problem with the others engaging in playful banter, he preferred himself to stay alert until the surrounding became sparse enough. He didn't even want to consider what might have hidden in the town after their last visit, not until they actually arrived.
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Post by qυeeɴ oғ ɢнoѕтlιɴɢѕ on Aug 4, 2016 16:37:43 GMT -5
okay so what can I do with my little trio? can I have them be in a group?]
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Post by Tals on Aug 4, 2016 16:59:19 GMT -5
Listening to the men's groaning of food seemed to catch Alyona's attention, adding to the question Rowan asked her. Her eyes drifted up to the taller man, giving him a lopsided grin that stretched to her ears. Matching his pace, she gave a little gesture of her hand. "I know little. I can hunt squirrels and chipmunks... But no hunting big animals," she answered him truthfully. Her nose twitched at the prospect of finding coffee, the blonde aware of the flavorful drink and eyes darting back to Viv. That sounded quite good in all honesty. Hearing Arlo, she took her gaze from Viv and to the road, keeping her eyes open for any problems that might come their way. Her shoulders shifted, changing the position of the SKS to make it more upright instead of pointing at others. "But i liking to learn," she had confirmed to Rowan then, realizing she hadnt honestly finished the whole question. Her cheeks dusted a pink hue out of embarrassment before looking down at her boots. Her hands shifted in their nestled place within her pockets, making sure to avoid any large pebbles that threatened to lopside her walking.
She wasnt much for talking, as she enjoyed other's conversations and their interaction with each other. But it seemed she wanted to talk more, and there was nothing to escape her tongue. Her eyes closed for a brief moment, listening before she opted to look at the run down town ahead of them. She honestly wondered what happened to the world and her mind that she now discovered these things as normal. Her hand gripped her strap to her weapon, ears pricking as she listened to the sounds around them. It was odd to listen to such playful bantering in the middle of a sweep, but she supposed it was to lighten the mood off of whatever.. This came to be. She honestly had no idea what, or how they would move about the buildings, completely aware of the others that they held different sights of how to do things. Alyona respected that. There was definitely no way she was gonna say otherwise.
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Borya- the lumbering man- might be tall, but he was somewhat quiet in his movements. Rising up from his spot behind Riley and Agnes, he stared down the two newcomers. "So this is old group from your troubles?" He had asked the two women curiously. "Leader... Was ingrym?" Tilting his head he then stared down Amelia and Sinclaire, his scarred face no pretty sight in the already rising trouble. Upon hearing the prospect, and only knowing about the stories told, he passed the two girls before him a look that seemed to question what they were doing. But then again, they gave him the benefit of the doubt... Why not.. His ears pricked when he heard the removal of weapons, eyes turning back over the group yet again. Devoss was nowhere to be found- at least yet. The tall Russian took in a soft breath, casting a weary glance at them once again. It wouldnt exactly be safe to bring them all into the farm. "Riley... Wait... What if.. They sheathing weapons, but hand over ammo?" He offered. "Weapon... Useless without ammo," his brows furrowed as his tongue moved with the second language, his eyes searching the group. "We.. Can give.. Hope to them.. They might.. Not be bad, anymore," his deep voice rumbled his chest, hoping to capture their attention as a way to approach it in better circumstance.
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Post by Tals on Aug 4, 2016 17:01:53 GMT -5
okay so what can I do with my little trio? can I have them be in a group?] Well Arlo's group is stationed at a farm, with Arlo, Wilhelm, Rowan, Viv, Ash and Alyona scavenging; Riley, Agnes, Borya and Devoss in a little stand off with Sinclaire and Amelia by the barn.
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Post by qυeeɴ oғ ɢнoѕтlιɴɢѕ on Aug 4, 2016 17:09:36 GMT -5
hm okay ill think about where I want them but I'm helping out a friend with something so I'm poofy]
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Post by Tals on Aug 4, 2016 17:14:29 GMT -5
hm okay ill think about where I want them but I'm helping out a friend with something so I'm poofy] Okay cool!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2016 19:59:48 GMT -5
"What're ya gonna do doll face, frisk us?" Amelia snorted. She figured she should comply, however, as Agnes might actually do just that. She could more than likely outrun these people if things went bad, and Sinclaire wasn't that slow himself. She shook her head at the thought of actually worrying about her companion- she had been dead set on loathing him from the minute they met. She leaned over, shoving her hand into her boot and dug around for something. Finding what she was looking for, she pulled out a small dagger. It was unusually ornate. Its leather sheath was stamped and tooled with various animals, including birds and rabbits, and its mahogany hilt had a single ruby set into it. Other details included a filigree pattern reaching onto the bottom half of the blade. She hesitantly handed it to Riley, clearly not too willing to let it go. "You take care of that, you hear? I'd better get it back when we get outta here."
"W-what? You're not saying we're actually staying with these murderers!" Sinclaire said, although it was a struggle to actually make himself form words. His eyes hadn't left Agnes since he had discovered her identity, and he was still absolutely panicked. "My g-gun's there on the ground, take it or- or just take the ammo like your friend suggested..."
Amelia ignored him, instead turning her attention to Borya when he made his appearance. "Eh? What's an Ingrym?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. "Never heard of him. I had a group at the start of all this, but it wasn't anyone with that name. For awhile now my only companion's been that idiot," she went on, motioning towards Sinclaire with her hands. She was beginning to feel slightly less on edge, although she was still extremely worried. Borya and Riley seemed to not want trouble, and hopefully they would stop Agnes from brutally murdering her or Sinclaire.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2016 1:43:24 GMT -5
Sorry if this is messy! On mobile and I didn't have time to read the post over [sweats] )) I'll get to Agnes soon I'm tired :V ))
Jamal clenched his teeth at the thought of coffee- if anything could wake him up, it'd be that. He didn't say anything in response to the young woman, but instead merely nodded and gave her a look that clearly illustrated his need for the delicious, old-world luxury.
He was content with not saying much on their trip- weaponless and looking more like an over-worked office employee than an apocalyptic survivor, Jamal was rather content with being no more than just himself, no matter how much Arlo and Agnes seemed to feel hesitant with this. He certainly helped in other ways, but even he had to admit that it would be more than simple to kill him if they'd ever confronted another group of people.
When Rowan suggested that he and Alyona learned to hunt, his first instinct was to think about how that would help him fend from other people. Almost immediately the former-FBI agent became a little queasy that he had actually thought of the vile thing, and gave Rowan and Viv a hurried smile to make up for his darker, albeit internal speculations.
"Sure! I can't promise I won't lose a finger or two while trying, but I've got plenty to spare." Even Jamal's humor was just a pinch tired, as was the rest of him, and so it was quite fitting. Everyone must've gotten used to his demeanor- he wasn't even particularly boring, the young man was charming in his own right, he simply lacked great enthusiasm save for the occasional bright-eyed quip. Still he was fitting in and could even admit to making a few friends along the way. While he and Rowan were off to a rocky start, there was a strange sort of bond that grew after that, even though they were literally forced into each other's lives after the fire. Jamal glanced at Viv, also sharing a faint smile. He was clearly trying his best to be alert and involved with them. "You're up for that challenge?" Teaching Jamal to hunt would certainly be an interesting task at hand.
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"You din't even bring a weapon or nothing then?" Wilhelm pipped up, furrowing his eyebrows in thick albeit genuine confusion. Needless to say he lived the apocalypse much as he lived his life before it- as a kid it was almost silly to imagine a home without a gun in at least every room, and now as they were fighting for their lives, this sentiment extended to every person.
While at first the Alabamian was trotting ahead to get a good look at their surroundings and try to talk some with the group, he eventually fell back in line with Ash. His invisible bond to the other man was clear, as though there was a sort of string attached between them, and the closer they got the more comfortable the grip was. Everyone was more or less talking amongst themselves, and immediately upon realizing this he took the chance to say what must've been itching on his mind for a while (or perhaps his astounding impatience was just showing through). "Ash, I-" more hesitance. "We made the right choice, with these people. I- I know it I really do."
But he didn't. Wilhelm was still the same Wilhelm, always hopeful and rarely realistic. The look he was giving Ash now wasn't one of security but rather questioning, as if he was waiting for an agreement or disagreement toward the statement. While Wilhelm was helplessly daft, he was also forcefully thoughtful, and it clearly hadn't escaped him that Ash wasn't exactly fitting in fantastically with their people. He glanced away, as if suddenly a little self-conscious over having brought it up at all; dismissive, almost. "I was just, just thinkin." He shrugged. The "outsider" type of attitude towards the two somewhat alluded him; while others tended to forgive but never forget, Will could barely recall past grievances with them, and was even more happy to let it go if he did. Still, he gave a quick and half-reassuring look to Ash afterward.
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