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Post by нσωℓ on Aug 8, 2016 9:10:35 GMT -5
After hearing a voice other than Arlo's Viv hung back. Slowly she snuck around, towards the other side, determined to follow through with the command she had been given. Flanking was a good choice, she had to admit that when she saw the scene inside. Like a wild feline creeping through the dark aisles of the pharmacy she got a decent view of them. Arlo let his guard down, a mistake Viv couldn't forgive even if he did know this man. In a silent rush Viv tackled the stranger, knocking him to the ground. Once pinned she drew a knife which she held to his throat with one hand, a fistful of hair in the other. "Arlo." She barked, teeth bared viciously at the man pinned beneath her. "Tell me why I should give a damn about this göt lalesi." Weak. Weak. Weak. She not only knew that look but loathed it with all her being. A mess of conflicting feelings behind softened eyes. It's the same damn look Riley gave her when Viv said they were leaving Daniel behind, to die. She convinced Viv not to leave him in the end, despite him having put their lives at serious risk back in San Francisco. Countless times Riley's feelings spared lives from Viv, lives that would have been better off if they were over. Riley wasn't here though, she wasn't here to protest this man's position. Only Arlo was, but from the look in his eyes she knew he'd walk away from this. "You know him? If he's a threat to us I'll end it here. I'm not one to leave loose ends to bite us in the göt later, and you shouldn't be either." They were there to survive, not play hopscotch with their feelings. They needed supplies, not more to the mess of feelings that had sprung up amongst the group members than there already were.
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Post by Mayhem™ on Aug 8, 2016 11:00:41 GMT -5
BoryaThe look of soft understanding crossed his features to both women before looking at the ones that prowled into their territory. Standing upright, his shoulders rolled back and the tall Russian seemed to temporarily block out the light. He let a small frown cross his lips, eyes narrowing into slits. It seems he would have to be on extra guard for these two here until Arlo and the others got back. Speaking of which, what happened to Devoss? His evergreen gaze immediately swept about until he managed to take up the rear. He was going to be the road block in case the newcomers thought of doing anything. He was unaware of the almost same conversation happening round the other end of the porch at the front. His foot was placed carefully, muscles visibly taut before (well technically behind) them. Borya felt his hands rolling up his sleeves to let them rest against his biceps. He made sure to keep an even pace for the shorter ones before him, hoping desperately not to run them over. Standing as a block for the exit, he found a soft blow from his nose being released, like a bull snorting at the curtain of red before it. At least these two were cooperative. Otherwise he would've probably... help take care of them. His scarred face turned, eyes flicking through the window and head doing a double take. Devoss' back was to the window, his head tilting and body swaying, his shoulders shaking as if he were laughing, and his jaw moving like he were talking. That fox got into something didn't he? "Riley... Agnes, where we taking our guests?" he asked curiously then, hoping to make some sense and catch Devoss in his acts before he got into anything bad for the group. He didn't exactly trust the shrimp. --- DevossDevoss indeed was standing in front of one of the windows as he came up the front porch there. His smirk curled once again (seriously how thin are his lips that they can continue curling?), and his soft chuckle made his shoulders quake for a brief moment. "Oh darling, you really must know I am mostly bark, not whole lot of bite. If I'm a demon, then you surely are in no harm," he informed her seriously. He instantly studied her once again. "I am not an attacker. I prefer deals and talking more than blood shed. Cant let perfect skin get blemished, now can I?" he had answered her. Though, it seemed it wasn't well mentioned if he meant his skin being bruised and marked, or hers. Let alone, anyone's. His voice immediately fell into a soft hush. He had quickly realized she wasn't staring at anything in the distance, but rather she had gone into some of relapse of zoning out. He didn't honestly know which one but he knew that it probably wouldn't be good for her to live out alone. "Don't mind it, I'm honestly used to it," he made a small face at the thought of Borya, clearly not happy with the prospect of seeing him with her about. He might get the wrong idea and think he was trying to smuggle her into the house. A soft but bored look made its way when he thought. Well, in a small way he kinda was. Couldn't argue with that now could he? His had snapped down to her direction once again when the question was asked, his neck craning and he finally let out a soft chuckle. "This? Oh," he mused then, hand raising and sliding underneath his own shirt for a moment. "Its a tattoo. It's meaning has been.." he trailed off for a moment, thinking of what to say. Forcefully forgotten... He thought to himself, his lips parting as his eyes gained a small but sad look to it. "It's meaning has honestly been lost. I got it when I was young, and stupid," he smiled then, his lips closing and pressed to its thin line. "Anyways, if you come with me up here, we can get you checked out and see if theres anything you need," he offered then, gesturing to the idle door that seemed to welcome their presence. (Ayyy Rose!! ^^ ) {{ Hey~! Tals <3 }}
At the mention of his tattoo, Rose could tell something seemed slightly off. She felt guilty about how she blurted that out, but she didn't push for any more of a complex answer. Instead, she gave a half hearted smirk. "If it makes you feel any better, I've got tattoos I'm sure I regret. But I can't show you out here."
She left it at that.
Rose hadn't caught sight of the surveying Borya, her attention focused on Devoss instead. A small nod and a smile followed suit as she lightly wrung her hands. She looked to the door curiously. "As far as my health is, I'm relatively fine, just exhausted." She admitted with a slight chuckle.
Her pale gaze drifted from her oddly charming new friend to a window, her cheeks flaring up as she lightly - and rather surprisingly, - placed her hand on Devoss's shoulder. "Um... Devoss... Who's that?" She asked quietly, thinking she saw someone near one of the windows. Maybe she was just tired and imagining it? "I'm not seeing things, right?" Rose's hands retracted to lightly grab a hold of the hair hanging over her shoulder. She anxiously ran over it with her hands, twisting it a bit in the process.
{{ Sorry my reply was slightly shorter than usual ;0; }}
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Post by paradox on Aug 8, 2016 12:10:38 GMT -5
Ghost being tackled to the ground by Viv was the lone action that snapped Arlo out of the daze, stumbling backwards and raising his now single pistol out of reflex but he wasn’t even certain of what or who he was aiming at. His heart caught in his throat at the sight of a blade being pressed against Ghost’s windpipe, the scene sending him into a near panic but it was the demanding questions that Viv made that threw him off. ‘If he’s a threat…’ How long ago was it since Arlo had been in that same positon that Ghost was in right now with Ghost being the one to hold the knife? It felt like ages and only yesterday at the same time, memories flooding through the dam he had constructed to keep himself stable and level-headed, that carefully built barrier ready to break at the touch of a feather. It was crumbling now, dizzying him with the thoughts of all the bloodshed, the distrust leading up to the alienation from his own friends and family, lying to others and to himself, all of it culminating into Ghost losing all control of himself. Is that what he was calling it now? Now that Ghost stood in front of him, alive and of flesh and blood and not just something of his dreams(nightmares?), now Arlo couldn’t bring himself to admit – even if it was in his own head – that the man had tried to murder him?
Arlo felt like he was losing himself in the seconds that now dragged into minutes, looking down at Gabriel who now called himself Ghost and only able to see the worst of the man and all that he’s done. But not before seeing the best. “No, he’s not a threat. Let him up Viv,” Arlo stepped up to touch the woman’s shoulder, recollecting himself the best he could but feeling no better. He felt sick to his stomach, from seeing a dead man walking and from all the ghosts that he seemed to bring with him. Arlo couldn’t quite shake the feeling that he was going to wake up at some point, he’s had this dream several times before, after all.
“Took you long enough,” Ghost sounded undeterred by a stranger threatening to bleed him out across the pharmacy floor, a scoff escaping him and the action rubbing the blade closer against his throat. There was already sting between flesh and metal from being pressed to harshly, creating a thin cut and it took all he had not to think back to how this must have felt to Arlo all those years ago.
“Can you blame me?” The words came off harsh, bitter and cold without intention and Arlo seemed to recognize this, glancing down in a brief moment of vulnerability. It was there and gone again, the façade of strong, fearless leader building itself back up again to regain control of the situation. Trying to squash all the conflicting emotions down just to keep from losing it, Arlo gave a gesture towards Gabriel to try and establish introduction between he and Viv, not wanting to think ahead of how he would have to repeat the same action to everyone else. To Rowan… “This is – “
“Ghost. Name's Ghost.”
Arlo wavered, slightly taken aback by the interruption but it was going to take a long time for him to get used to hearing Ghost’s voice again, anyway. He’d ask about it later. “He was…we were…He’s my friend. Knew each other since the third grade, been together ever since,” Arlo wasn’t fooling himself, much less anyone else. His hesitant, distracted voice gave away that he was leaving out a lot but it also provided that it was all anyone was getting for now. Right now, Arlo couldn’t even keep his hands steady so he couldn’t dream of keeping a clear head or giving a proper explanation. That is, if he decided to explain anything to anyone.
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Post by qυeeɴ oғ ɢнoѕтlιɴɢѕ on Aug 8, 2016 13:02:27 GMT -5
I know I said I would rejoin this a while ago but I'm not sure anymore. I have college coming up again and I actually need to do good if I want to keep my parent's support. I hope that if I do find the time I can come back.]
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Post by maple on Aug 8, 2016 17:02:26 GMT -5
[ hey guys // i'll start working on an annika response and possibly a clementine starter thingy ]
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Post by maple on Aug 8, 2016 18:42:18 GMT -5
» annika
Annika's smile could be considered a pleasant one as she watched Timothée struggle to wake himself up from his late slumber. The sun was getting more warm as noon approached and she could feel the heat against her back. She didn't like the feeling much, considering that she wasn't a summer loving person. Considering that she was fair, with freckles and easily burnt skin, heatstroke and sunburns were normal. Peeling skin and constant headaches were definitely not desirable, making more mild and cloudy weather more her style.
"Don't apologize for being yourself." Annika chided mischievously, following it up with a look that showed she was just kidding. Despite the somewhat carefree mood, she too felt the emptiness of the farm. A slight wind made a crackling sound as it blew across the dried weeds that sprouted across the fields and rustled the leaves on an oak tree nearby. It reminded her of a time when everything was always like this, when she had no companions and was all alone.
"I'm not sure, but it's strange isn't it?" She shaded her eyes and squinted but could only see a few other people. "Should we go investigate?" She gave Timothée a sidelong glance, one that was accompanied with a half smile. It was just like old times.
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Post by Tals on Aug 8, 2016 22:15:52 GMT -5
Devoss
Aw bae~ I saw your post and I'm sorry to hear that~ //huggles// I'm sorry
<3 How are you now though? Good I hope~
Devoss let a smile cross his features. "Well I hope I get the honors of seeing them sometime," he told her truthfully then. His head tilted, a soft chuckle escaping his throat. It was indeed several octaves lower and his eyes were half lidding then. The odd color of his eyes seemed to glint with the amusement that was written everywhere over his facial features. His lips pursed, his lower lip soon being caught below his upper lip as they skimmed over the soft flesh.
His hand had instinctively placed on her hip, holding her still as his eyes skimmed over her facial features. It was then he suddenly felt his head turning to stare at the Russian man. His scarred face had turned from looking at the squealing duo below, his face holding one that looked like an annoyed man. in which, Borya indeed was rather annoyed by the two shortie's antics.
"Him?" Devoss felt his smirk curl his lips once again into its usual position, giving a low chuckle that rumbled his throat. "Oh that's just the giant, Russian, teddy bear. He doesn't bite unless he feels he absolutely needs to. Wont punch or hurt a girl," he informed as he looked to her. "His name is Borya. A man not to reckon with, but he's an absolute softie when he's with his sister. Lucky for you, he seems to be preoccupied by something else, meaning we wont be in his way until he purposely comes to see us."
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Alyona
Her whole face when bright red at his touch and answer, a soft but giddy little giggle escaping her tiny frame. Upon hearing the new plan, she gave a nod of agreement, sending a glance to the others before she had scuffled along behind him. She seemed blissfully unaware with the others of the things that Arlo and Viv were currently going through. Which was completely fine; she had her fill of dealing with others that seemed a bit more trigger happy than she was. At the thought, she felt her face contort into a small deadpan as she thought of Devoss and his witty ideas the past few months and she gave a little huff of annoyance. Danged man.
Seeing as the home was now open, she had carefully stepped in after him. Her eyes flickered about, her fingers shifting on their grip with her weapon before she slowly trailed off to the side. Images of unfamiliar faces lined the walls- presumably the family before things went down- and forgotten items were strewn about. She had her gun nestled against her chest, her finger above the trigger and its guard, and her other hand carefully handling the barrel as she slowly moved about. The end was pointed graciously at the ground, making sure she was well aware of her target and what lay beyond it. Coming to a stop, she stood in place at the office and trailed in. Her feet crunched on the old carpet, her hand reaching out and pushing down on the doorknob.
The computer sat in dust, and the windows had been shattered. Rocks laid on the ground, someone having tried to break in before. At least, that's what she seemed. Making her careful way, she maneuvered around the large dark oak desk and pulled open drawers. She gave a happy little squeal when she saw blank printing paper, and she immediately grabbed her bag and begun to stuffing as much as she could, before plopping in colored pens, and a few pencils, with one single pencil sharpener. Sadly, no eraser, but it would seem Borya would have to do for now. She immediately set the backpack hide onto its rightful place before adorning her arms the gun of its nestled state. With that, Alyona made her small hobble back into the home, hoping to quickly explore- though she probably was breaking a rule.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2016 1:20:41 GMT -5
Ash had been mostly zoned out, so much so that he barely noticed what was going on around him. He was staring out into the woods that sat at the edges of the town, thinking about what must be out there and how nice it would be to just get away for a moment. For some reason, he wanted desperately to have some alone time. While life on the farm had been quiet and peaceful for the most part, there were constantly people around which wore Ash out at the best of times. Even though he had been dragged out here for some reason, he knew he was pretty much disposable and it wouldn't matter if he just... quietly slipped out for a moment.
"Hey, I saw something over there on the edge of the woods. I'm going to go check it out, you stay here- they'll notice if we're both missing," he whispered to Wilhelm. This statement was full of lies, unfortunately. He hadn't seen anything, but he knew if he didn't come up with a good excuse Wilhelm would just follow him. Also, nobody would notice if both of them were gone, it was practically like they didn't exist anyways. "I won't go far, and I've got my razor whip. Everything will be fine," he added quickly, knowing Wilhelm would likely still protest. To silence him further, Ash leaned over and pressed a fast kiss to the other man's lips, before turning away and quickly making his way towards the sparse woods that bordered the end of the street, hoping nobody else would notice his departure.
It didn't take a long time of being out there to relax him. After moving far enough into the trees to satisfy him, he found himself leaning against a large fallen tree. The leaves above him rustled so softly it was like a whisper, and far away he could hear a bird chirping. It would've been serene if it wasn't for the fact that the world had fallen apart. Sometimes, Ash wished he was a bird. Birds were able to just fly away from their problems, yet most people seemed to like them anyways.
His musing were interrupted by the distinct sound of footsteps, and they sounded close to boot. He stood up slowly, his hand immediately moving to the whip on his belt. He immediately felt more secure with his hand on the thing, whoever - or whatever - was there he could surely handle with its help. "Hello? You'd better show yourself," he called, although he wasn't convinced it was a person. This was confirmed when he saw the distinct outline of antlers beyond a patch of brambles. The thing was hulking and massive, far bigger than even the largest buck Ash had ever seen in his life. From what he could see the beast was covered in blood and rot, and he felt his stomach sink. He slowly stood up, fighting the urge to sprint back to the group and instead backed away slowly.
That was when the buck noticed him. Its head snapped around so quickly it should've just fallen off, and Ash held is breath in the hopes that it would leave him be. These hopes were dashed when the thing let out a bellow so loud and horrendous it seemed like it made the very earth shake, but this was probably just fear kicking in. The next thing he knew it was charging him. Ash dropped the attempt at backing away and instead ran for his life, nimbly jumping over fallen branches and rocks that could've tripped him. The beast, however, was quicker. He could hear it rampaging behind him, simply breaking through the underbrush and branches he had struggled to avoid. He could feel the hot breath that blasted from its flaring nostrils encroaching closer and closer to the back of his neck. His heart was racing so hard he could hear it beating, and this was the thought he was preoccupied with when the buck finally caught up to him. Suddenly he was on the ground, and there was a searing pain in his back that he knew was caused by the monster ripping its antlers into his flesh. He screamed, trying his best to do something to fight back, but it was no use. The thing was easily a thousand pounds, and not only were its antlers ripping him apart but so were its hooves.
It reminded him of the incident with the vultures all those months ago, he seemed to find himself in this predicaments a little too often for his tastes.
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Post by нσωℓ on Aug 9, 2016 13:44:26 GMT -5
Begrudgingly, Viv eased her grip on the man. Ghost, was his name it seemed. After relenting her position on top of him she kicked him over with her foot, more of a nudge really. She waved the knife in his face, the tiny amount of blood that had been drawn glinting in the dusty light filtering in through the destroyed windows and caving ceiling. Tapping the blade to his lips she offered a threat "One wrong move and I'll gut you like a turkey. Alive." Her accented voice a sneer as she drew the blade away, stuffing it back into it's leather holster. "Name's Vivienne. Vivienne Karga." The woman stalked back, drawing to her position by Arlo. When he announced they had been together it suddenly clicked with Viv. The emotion she saw in him was... Romantic. She could understand that, but not why they had been separated yet he still trusted the man almost blindly. Something about this rubbed her wrong. She didn't like it. "Together? But not anymore, hm?" There were other questions, plenty of them. Questions would be saved for later when there was time and space for it, and she wouldn't be the only one with questions.
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Post by Mayhem™ on Aug 9, 2016 18:09:19 GMT -5
{{ Hey my dudes }}
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2016 22:58:57 GMT -5
I'll be more active soon ;; my plane lands in two days! I have an Agnes and Wilhelm up, I'll work on the others soon ;; ))
Agnes felt her cheeks grow red as soon as Riley had begun apologizing to her; although she could not quite put a name on the feeling herself, it was quite apparent that shame had enveloped the young woman. She was not one to be good at hiding or even showing emotion, whatever came was what she showed, though she was gradually getting better at that amongst others, it tended to get the best of her (like now, for example).
She kept a close eye on Sinclaire and Amelia as they followed the way to the patio, turning to Riley in quick glances that betrayed her deep distrust for the two newcomers. That was one thing that would never mend for Agnes: she was rarely welcoming to people who were flung into her life, her immediate reaction being to stay on guard and watchful, as if anyone who wasn't in her group was out to do harm.
"It's fine-" She suddenly blurted, the hot and undesirable feeling still painfully hard in her gut, "it's fine I promise. I... We..." She bit her tongue before continuing, not totally sure what she should say to calm the medic before her. Agnes was hardly good at expressing her own feelings, tapping into others was not in her skill set exactly. "You're not hiding behind me- we're all strong in different ways, aren't we? If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been built this much as ah... As a group." She wet her lips, desperately searching for the exact words to say that could match what she felt. "Strong isn't physical, anyway. It's not who shoots first, if everyone did that we'd all be weak in the same way too. That's what our group relies on!" She brightened a bit, as if the mere prospect of getting certain words across was already mending her previously sour disposition. "Balancing out each other's strengths and weaknesses. So you're plenty strong, in your own right."
Agnes stared at Riley for a few moments, awaiting an answer. Her eyes had always been a pale blue color, but after being able to eat and regain strength on the farm, they seemed especially round and bright. She hesitated for a few moments, certain there was something else she could do. Agnes touched Riley's shoulder faintly, and gave her a sympathetic look. The touch wasn't comforting per-se, but it was genuine; the way a wild animal of sorts would go out of its way to prove its respect for a human, if even just at the blessing of a simple touch.
Immediately Agnes recoiled and turned back to Amelia and Sinclaire, giving them both a suspicious look, the faint warmth she'd reserved for Riley gone in an instant. "Relax if you can, farms are good for that." Although her voice and expression weren't entirely pleasant, it became clear that she was trying her best to mimic what Riley did effortlessly, figuring that threatening to shoot people had only brought everyone distress thus far.
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Wilhelm was absolutely going to argue with Ash, it was clear on his expression that he was the last person on earth comfortable with him running off on his own, but of course he quieted himself after being kissed, his cheeks a little dusted red, with a crooked smile on his lips. He couldn't help himself: at heart he was just a silly love struck 12 year old.
"Just- be careful!" Wilhelm immediately called, furrowing his brows and glancing about as a bit of an antsy feeling filled him. The air was comfortable enough, in its own right: the sun was hot but in the late morning air, there was still a comforting sort of cool breeze. Usually he'd be happy to lay about in weather at this, but a sort of concern was immediately filling him for reasons he could not place. Of course Ash knew him too well: the excuse that someone would notice kept him in place, and instead of hurry off after the man he worked on trying to scout out something useful to take back to the farm.
That's about when he heard the scream: it was rather sudden, but Will knew immediately who it belonged to. His heart jumped a notch and he glanced about to see if anyone else had heard it, his eyes round and his breath quickening as fear sped up to him. "Ash?" He called out, beginning to hurry aimlessly in the direction he thought the cry had come from. The woods were dense though and the yell was nearly impossible to recollect. "Ash!" He grew more panicked after seconds of not hearing from him or finding the man again.
Jamal seems to have heard it as well, and immediately beckoned Wilhelm over. It was a bit hard to since the Alabamian was somewhat frantic, but after a rough tug on his shoulder, he'd finally managed to capture the man's attention. "It's coming from that way- north." He muttered quickly. When it became apparent than no one had actually memorized the polar directions but Jamal, he quickly nodded to one direction and Will began hurrying off in that way.
He stopped only once, calling back to Jamal: "Get help! Now!" The last 'now' was almost snarled, his fear getting the best of him and enveloping him in stress and impatience.
Will continue running toward where Jamal had told him to, slowing only when he came across the sight. It was exactly what he was afraid to believe it was: his boyfriend laying face down on the ground, the great beast repeatedly goring him. It was impossible to tell if Ash was alive save for his cries of pain- if those were silenced, he would surely have been presumed dead.
Still, Wilhelm's mind went there nevertheless. The name dropped from his mouth in a sort of trembling whisper: "Ash? Christ- Jesus Christ- Ash!" he was panicking, forgetting for a moment that he had a gun and could do something about the situation. When he finally worked up enough memory to react, he grabbed his gun and aimed it, but was shaking all too hard to properly pull the trigger without possibly hitting Ash along with it.
Will lowered the gun, resorting to blind yelling, the only thought in his mind being to get the buck off of him immediately. "Hey! Get the hell out of here! Stop! Christ's sake!" Eventually the words melted away to mindless but desperate yelling.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 0:46:15 GMT -5
All that could escape Ash's lips was a weak, feeble groan. He could feel each hoof strike and rake of the antlers with searing clarity, although he was certain he was about to pass out from the sheer amount of pain. His head wad pounding, and his only thought at the moment was that this must be what pain sounded like. Or death, maybe. He could hear a familiar voice through it all, but it took him a moment to identify it as Wilhelm's voice. After connecting the dots a jolt of fresh fear shot through him, he wasn't even sure if Wilhelm had a gun and both of them dying wasn't really on his agenda today. He tried to call out to him, to tell him to run, but his words were drowned out by another below from the maw of the monster.
In an instant, it was off of him and he could hear it thundering away from him, he presumed in the direction of Wilhelm. He tried to haul himself up, to do something but he merely collapsed to the floor of the woods again.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 1:18:38 GMT -5
jarjksks I totally forgot about Tim I'm sorry D8 my son. I'm gonna get him up either tonight or early tomorrow I promise!! Super sorry ))
Wilhelm felt something release from his chest as soon as the beast had gotten away from Ash. Everything was working against him now: the buck was now directionless and would likely give a charge toward him, he was still too shaky to shoot properly, and Ash was in great danger and could very well be bleeding out as this all unfolded. Still, even despite, the Alabamian was helpless but to feel a breath he'd been holding exit him, as if all that mattered in that moment was that Ash was a step closer to being safe.
Reality set in fast however, too fast. One minute the deer was making its way off Ash's tattered body, and the next it was charging full-force at him with an obvious intent to kill; Wilhelm had little choice but to raise his gun forward, squint one eye, and shoot before he could even do as much as doubt himself for a second.
The rifle went off; birds flew into the air, a disgruntled cry was heard, and great silence followed.
Will lowered his gun, breathing heavily as he stared about the scene. The deer had been punctured twice: once in the neck and once in the head. If the beast wasn't dead, it was certainly silent and immobilized enough to not be a problem for them any longer.
Wilhelm turned his attention to Ash, something in his chest rising and twisting horribly at the sight of him. Without thinking he let his weapon slip from his hands where he stood, and hurried forward to the other man, dropping down to his knees once he got close enough. The sight of Ash was enough to make anyone hurl; his back was a considerable mess with lines dug into it, splitting open older scars and causing excess blood to pull around them. Will hesitated on his injuries for a moment, staring at them as though he'd just been slapped in the face. His eyes welled and his nose became a shade of red that could only occur in the midst of an oncoming cold of an oncoming sob (this was the latter). He managed to do his best to brush it off however, and instead gently pulled Ash's head upward onto his legs, his bony fingers resting for just a brief moment on his cheek. The moment didn't last however, and Wilhelm immediately jerked away, as if even worried and endearing touches would cause him pain.
"Ash? They're- someone is comin. I think." He glanced up, hoping to see one of their group members running toward them with assistance, but none were in sight. He immediately turned back to Ash, words suddenly dribbling from his mouth, helplessly guilty and filled with horror. "I'm sorry- I'm sorry, Christ I'm sorry." He muttered quickly, rocking the other man with a gentleness that was shocking considering how shaky he was really.
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Post by paradox on Aug 10, 2016 3:04:04 GMT -5
Ghost gave a breathy laugh, the sound rasped in his rough, dry throat. This was the company Arlo had chosen to keep? This was who he had been so easily replaced with? Nah, Ghost knew Arlo – better than anyone left on this godforsaken planet and there were just bound to be more somewhere, perhaps anxiously waiting around to hear from him again. In all honesty, he wouldn’t even be surprised if it turned out that Arlo had assumed a leadership role in this new makeshift family of his. Clearly, he held enough authority over for this woman to draw back at his order. For years after being left to die alone, bleeding out from his head in a riverbank, Ghost had wandered alone and practically always on the edge of death but here Arlo was looking relatively well fed, in good shape and trying to replace his dead friends with some strangers he’s stumbled upon. It rubbed him the wrong way.
“I don’t doubt it, Vivienne. At least Arlo here has enough sense to lead around people who are actually some use,” Ghost ran a finger over the shallow cut across his windpipe, collecting the stray blood droplets to clean away. A grin worked its way onto his face, an unfamiliar and strange feeling there – it’s been so long since he’s smiled, genuine or not – at Vivienne’s last few words.
He felt Arlo approach again through hesitant footsteps and immediately glanced up, cautiously eyeing the man and unable to gauge the emotions he saw in the pale blue eyes. One of Arlo’s trembling hand raised to his face and Ghost half expected a left hook to the face but instead, got a hand running up to brush away the ragged black hair from his forehead then rubbed a thumb over the crooked, pale red scar there. In between blinks Arlo could see the same wound but when it was still a fresh, open injury gash as opposed to the healed scar it was now, running a river red with blood and Ghost’s eyes blank and his body still. “Guess it makes us even, right?”
Briefly startled by the sound of Ghost’s voice, Arlo snapped his hand back. Even after touching the raised flesh of the scar for himself, feeling how time had passed and seeing the man breathing and standing with his own eyes, Ghost still felt very much like…well, a ghost. Part of accepting that he was alive would include dealing with the weight of what he did, of what Arlo himself did and all of it had been easier to ignore when he had believed that Ghost was dead, as though all of it had just died along with him. Now, all at once the buried past was rising to the surface and Arlo was certain that he would choke on it sooner or later. “We haven’t heard from the others in a while, should probably go check in on them.” Quickly retrieving the dropped pistol, Arlo steeled himself for the time being. Now was not the time for the dizzying haze of tangled thoughts and emotions, the suffocating memories and guilt, he still had a job to do and a promise to keep.
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Post by нσωℓ on Aug 10, 2016 18:50:41 GMT -5
Riley merely nodded in response to Agnes' attempt at comfort. Had she done a good thing? Was letting Amelia and Sinclaire stay without weapons the best option? She couldn't tell. Morality was too grey for her to understand sometimes. Agnes seemed to suggest it was one of the less violent courses of action, which meant better in Riley's mind. Violence wasn't the best thing, and avoiding it was what she preferred. She stayed silent until they reached the porch, and once there she reached Amelia and Sinclaire each an apple. Smiling at them she left to step inside for a moment, grabbing a basket from her "clinic" and hurrying back to the porch. She should have added paint to the list she gave Arlo, but of course she was realizing this too late to do anything about it. Silently scolding herself for being scatterbrained the pink haired one sat down on the steps with her basket in her lap. "Do you guys have a group or anything?" She asked a little distractedly, meaning to make idle conversation until she could think of something better. For now she poked through the basket she had previously filled with flowers and wildflowers she had found. Within a few minutes she had started weaving the fresher one is into a circle, a flower crown really. ----- "This place still has supplies. Should we grab some before we go? Riles needs those supplies, if you'll give me the list I'll find 'em." She could tell he wanted to get away from this mess, but he had to face it to some extent. Regardless they had a job to do and they needed to decide what to do about this Ghost character. "What about him? We just leave him behind?"
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Post by paradox on Aug 10, 2016 21:44:14 GMT -5
Even from this distance, the panicked yelling was near impossible to write off as nothing and Rowan was back on his feet in an instant – though not before an exasperated, drawn out sigh had left him. Seems like there was never any calm lulls without immediate emergencies following soon after. “Alyona, stay here! Something’s wrong!” He yelled out to the Russian girl, uncertain of what he would be running into but not keen on potentially tallying up the injured or fatalities. Arming himself with his rifle, Rowan bounded out of the stale air of the building and nearly tripped down the steps once he caught the fleeting sight of Wilhelm’s retreating figure. “Hey, moron – !” Words leaving his mouth just short of the Alabamian vanishing into the tree line entirely, he didn’t give a second thought to racing after the man in an attempt to catch up before anything worse could follow. Fortunately, Rowan had enough sense to raise his rifle as soon as he entered the woods, keeping it aimed in front of him as he slowed down to take far more cautious steps now that he had entered into the dense forest.
“Wilhelm?” Maintaining his voice at an intentionally leveled volume but still loud enough to carry, Rowan carefully moved forward deeper into the shadowed area but he had long since lost any sign that’ll keep him on a path to tracking down Wilhelm. For a single and fleeting moment, the woods fell into a suffocating silence –towering trees surrounding every which way, dense foliage blocking any sunlight from properly lighting up the forest floors, quiet stillness blanketing over – but just as he prepared to resort to falling back, the noise of a rifle going off exploded nearby and he instinctively darted off towards the source of it. Skidding to a stop as soon as he stumbled upon the scene, taking in the grisly injuries and overwhelming scent of blood in between Wilhelm’s choking sobs, Rowan slung his rifle over his shoulder to approach. He didn’t need much an explanation for the situation; the hulking yet unmoving and bullet pierced creature shed more than enough light on what had gone down but he could barely look at the body of the mutated stag without his hand subconsciously raising to hover his own abdomen. Snapping out of the brief daze within seconds, Rowan hurried over to Ash’s torn up body and only paused to give Wilhelm a rough jerk of the shoulder. “Come on, Wilhelm. We can get him back to the farm but we need to do it quick,” He instructed, his tone of voice purposefully harsh to snap the man out of it. He wasn’t entirely certain whether moving Ash would worsen his wounds, but Rowan felt that he would have a better chance in Riley’s care than he did with a couple of laymen. “Hurry up and help me carry this guy,” Snappish and anxious went hand in hand when it came to Rowan, his hands slipping underneath Ash’s arms to pull him up from the ground but it was clear that he didn’t nearly have enough consideration for the fatal injuries as he should have. He seemed to be running on haste and impulse than discretion or mindfulness.
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Arlo stopped in his tracks at Viv's words, the reminder of his responsibility and the general reasoning why he had led a group out into town in the first place dropping on his shoulders with a heavy weight. His nails dug into the palms of his hands, growing aggravated with himself; how quickly he was to deteriorate and fall off track, unable to withstand a simple wrench in the works without dissolving into disorder and messy impulse. “Sorry, right – uh, yeah, if you could then that would be very helpful,” He mumbled as he fished Riley’s list out of his pocket, unfolding it and smoothing out the creases before handing it over to Viv. He gave an apologetic smile, the action falling back into exhaustion within moments but the gratitude for her stability was genuine. “I’ll scout around the half of the town and see what I can dig up from there.”
Arlo hesitated at her next question, his train of thought slamming into a brick wall. The thought of leading Ghost back into the farmhouse– taking him back to sleep under the same roof as his friends, living alongside them all like nothing had ever happened – twisted around in his gut, like a premonition that only a bad outcome could unravel from that choice, not unlike what had happened all those years ago...but leaving Ghost behind after all the heartache he had endured at losing the man he had loved and trusted was just as equally sickening – selfishly so. An awful, depraved and tactless part of him entertained the thought of simply burying the past, pretending that nothing had gone wrong between he and Ghost because after all, who would know? Thankfully, Arlo still had enough self-control and sense to banish the thought before it could grow into serious consideration, though the reminder that Rowan knew of the impact that Ghost had had on their old camp’s corrosion – had been affected by it firsthand, in fact – was part of that saving grace.
“I’ll…deal with him,” Even with his lowered volume, Arlo’s voice was enough to express the fact that he had no clue how to proceed on the situation without submitting into his own personal interest. “I’ll talk with him but perhaps we can ask for a consensus from the others when we get back to the farm.” It felt like the only way to come to a decision without reaching a sheer selfish one, but Arlo wasn’t convinced he’d be able to come to terms with either of the potential choices – lose Ghost a second time or risk his entire group by taking him in. An abrupt but familiar ache in his chest tightened: a longing for his sister and her bright mind. She would have known what to do, always had.
Ghost grew impatient, the whispering going on just a few steps away gnawing on his nerves and he soon approached Arlo and Vivienne after he had decided he had been polite enough by not interrupting. “What’s this I hear about leaving someone behind?” The faked ignorance was obvious enough that it bordered sarcastic, darkened gaze lingering over Viv a bit too long, clearly not taking too kindly to overhearing the proposed idea. Although he had promptly decided he didn’t care for this Vivienne person purely for the fact that she had been traveling with Arlo – his jealousy haven’t had died down, even after all these years – but her last suggestion had only cemented the distaste.
“Make yourself useful and come help me scavenge for supplies. I’ll tell you more about my group on the way,” Ignoring the rhetorical, bitter ridden question in favor of distancing Ghost and Viv as soon as possible before their clashing personalities could result in something worse than silent enmity. If there really was to be a consensus, Ghost clearly already wasn’t winning a vote in Viv but fortunately, he followed Arlo out of the pharmacy without hesitation.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 22:19:35 GMT -5
Amelia was quiet for awhile, seemingly pondering weather or not it was really worth it to answer Riley's question. "Aye, I had a small group at the start of the apocalypse. It was me, this short kid named Isaac, a few other people and..." She trailed off. Clearly, there was one more person she meant to mention but perhaps the memories of that person were too much for her to bear. "Anyways, that's in the past. I met this loser about a month, maybe two back. Can't stand him but it's been nice to have company again." She playfully shoved Sinclaire with her elbow, which earned a whiny "Hey!" From the young man. The statement of "not being able to stand him" was clearly an exaggeration, although they had their differences and she had loathed him at first she had to admit he wasn't all that bad.
She sighed, leaning back on the porch. She went quiet again, lost in thoughts of her old group and days long gone from her grasp.
Ash flinched as soon as Wilhelm touched him, reacting as if he was about to be struck by the monster again, but he relaxed as soon as he realized who it was. "Wilhelm..." Was all he could get out of his mouth, and his voice was a low and strained whisper. A faint smile still managed to grace his face, however, as seeing Wilhelm upset only served to worsen the situation. It wasn't long before he heard Rowan's voice, or perhaps it was hours- he wasn't sure. The next thing he knew he was being hauled to his feet, and a sharp gasp of pain left his lungs. Everything hurt, and now that things seemed to be ok he felt it was safe to just succumb to the blackness that had been creeping at the edges of his vision.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 23:27:07 GMT -5
WORKING ON AGNES AND JAMAL SOON i always get super lazy [sweats] will get to em soon ))
Wilhelm scrambled up immediately as Rowan pulled Ash upward, his heart jumping in terror as if he expected the limp man's wounds to begin pouring blood any moment in response to the rough grab. Of course instead of weepy melancholy, he responded with a shaky glare, the sort of glare that was mixed with crisp fear, fear that was faded and distorted beneath layers of anger. "Careful with him!" He immediately snapped, though he seemed to recoil at his own anger, as if the mere sound could draw in trouble. Will glanced behind him, waiting stiffly for a second stag to step out from between the trees; when none came, he turned back to Rowan and gave him a hard but not necessarily nasty look. "Al-alright. Carefully." He repeated the last part, and a part of him wanted to say it over and over again a million times, being fully aware that Rowan was unlikely to take the suggestion to heart.
Wilhelm moved closer to Ash's body, staring at him for seconds in reality and hours in his head. He felt weak upon seeing him like this, his eyes tired and wet from earlier yelling, nose red and still quite runny for the same reason. Wordlessly he went to Rowan's side and helped balance a very limp Ash between their arms; when his hand went to his back to get a better hold, Will immediately tensed and nearly recoiled at the feeling of hot wetness between his fingers. His eyes grew wide, but he said nothing, a feat that was reached by the talkative Alabamian only when things were at its worse.
He helped carry Ash stiffly back to their farm, all the while very clearly panicking and quite silent as he did so, a lump in his throat bobbing every time he attempted to swallow, though his mouth felt as though it were stuffed with cotton.
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Timothée let a smile break through his lips at Annika's last comment, his smiling half-moon eyes gleaming with a pleasant mischief that they seemed to share between them quite often. For some reason those simple glances and sly comments meant the world to him- it was the quiet understanding that certain words, tones, and gestures fit under the umbrella term "home", a thing that was, at the moment, entirely synonymous with Annika. In other words, it continuously broke the pleasant truth that he had found a place in their world again.
But Tim's thoughts weren't so cluttered: for now he was simply grinning, and even let out a short laugh. "Alright whatever," he agreed without much of an argument, "but look: we're not getting into trouble. I'm pretty sure Arlo is already after our asses, so if he asks, we're doing something important." At the last comment, he remembered why they were there in the first place, to find Arlo and the rest of his crew in the first place.
Sluggishly Timothée dusted off his pants and yawned, now on his feet and on the ground. He crossed his arms and frowned. "Hopefully nothing went wrong..." It would be typical of them to nap through a disaster of some sort and find themselves ignorant of everyone's destruction. He shook his head of these thoughts, and gave her another grin, however this one was smaller and less serious. "Maybe they..." His voice trailed off as he noticed new people speaking with pink-hair and face-mark, his brows furrowing curiously. He didn't bother to finish his sentence, and instead beckoned Annika to follow them down the way to the picnic tables where they were all gathered, keeping a big enough distance to keep from alerting anyone of their presence. "Think it has something to do with them?" Although it was a question, Tim sounded certain that his theory must've been sound.
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Post by Mayhem™ on Aug 10, 2016 23:38:15 GMT -5
Tals IM SO LAZY IM SORRY I HAVENT REPLIED YET I've got a LOT on my plate rn my dudes I'll be able to reply hopefully some time tomorrow//later today }}
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Post by Tals on Aug 11, 2016 20:25:26 GMT -5
Its okay dear! I understand!! ^^ ))
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Post by maple on Aug 11, 2016 20:46:52 GMT -5
[ hey everyone !! ill get something up for annika in a little bit ~ ]
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Post by Tals on Aug 11, 2016 21:01:54 GMT -5
Alyona had given a quiet squeak when Rowan ordered her to stay, her big green eyes immediately searching the area before watching him out the door. "be safe," she had whispered out when as she looked out the windows. Her cheeks warmed slightly, hoping everything would be okay for those that got hurt, or just that nothing too serious happened in the first place. Her tiny frame turned, opting to scuffle through the house as best as she could. Her weight felt like it was taking forever to bring itself up the rickety stairs, and through the lifeless rooms. She slowly moved, her eyes glazing with small grief. She gripped at the walls for support, limping in the slightest as she headed towards the side of the master bedroom. She found herself a small cane, her head tilting and grabbing the handle.
This would work in her movements. Making her way with that as support, she let the strap of her SKS sit on her shoulder as she scuffled through the drawers and found any spare clothing. Alyona plucked a few up, her eyes shifting over the few and undecorated items before setting them to the side. Some new jeans could be useful too. She pulled them out- making sure to be men's jeans- and grinned at herself in satisfaction. She in turn, set that to the side herself, on her way to search through the closet and hoping to find any bags aside from her hide one. Her ears pricked, her eyes turning out and over the woods and hushing for a moment. She had been in the middle of setting the clothing inside when she saw the group emerge from the woods and carry back- was that one of the new guys? What happened?
A sense of worry rose- was everyone going to be okay? Her cheeks warmed in seeing that Rowan was alright as well, and she shook her head. She had to stay here like told. So she would. Continuing her packing, she found herself beginning to panic inside. What happened? Did a rouge person strike Ash? Was Wilhelm in good condition? What about Jamal? Come to think of it, the Russian recalled not seeing him go inside with her and Rowan... She slung the bag over one shoulder and she gripped her cane, her eyes flicking up to see if anyone else was there. Seeing as there wasn't, she nervously scuffled her way down the stairs, the soft sound of her cane hitting the wooden floor alerting her that she had finally made it safely. Her leg ached, and her whole body was sore...
Alyona sighed softly through her nose, unaware of Ghost, Arlo, or even Viv in the area. All that was left was to wait, and she found to sitting on the couch. Her fingers gently drummed on the wooden end of her long weapon, her green gaze focused on the dusted carpet. Way to go- left here, and not even knowing if the two people that scouted ahead were okay. Her chin dropped to her weapon, eyes half lidding and the watch on the door now beginning. For the moment... Sleep was so inviting that she- she gave a sharp gasp when she heard the chirping and hissing of a raccoon. Well- it was a raccoon. The mutated creature was upset she had found its home, and she was left to scramble for her things and leave. Finding that the gun would be absolutely useless as of the moment, she fumbled around, dropping the cane in her wake, and found herself cutting her palm on her hunting knife while in the process of tripping over the object she had barely begun to use as support. A strangled cry of exasperated pain escaped her lips, eyes wielding its hot and pained tears as the familiar red liquid dripped its markings on the floor.
"S-st-stay back!" she cried at the advancing creature as she immediately pushed to her feet. Her injured hand grasped her weapon, her frame spinning round and hair now dangling in her face and parting like a curtain to reveal her dilated pupils. It gave another hiss, and with that she found herself kicking the creature and scurrying out the door. Taking a breath, she didn't stop but came to a limp run to the other nearest house, where she wriggle in through the open- and broken- window to hide herself there while she could. Rowan would certainly understand, wouldn't he? For now, she had to take care of this cut
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Post by Mayhem™ on Aug 11, 2016 22:15:16 GMT -5
DevossAw bae~ I saw your post and I'm sorry to hear that~ //huggles// I'm sorry
<3 How are you now though? Good I hope~Devoss let a smile cross his features. "Well I hope I get the honors of seeing them sometime," he told her truthfully then. His head tilted, a soft chuckle escaping his throat. It was indeed several octaves lower and his eyes were half lidding then. The odd color of his eyes seemed to glint with the amusement that was written everywhere over his facial features. His lips pursed, his lower lip soon being caught below his upper lip as they skimmed over the soft flesh. His hand had instinctively placed on her hip, holding her still as his eyes skimmed over her facial features. It was then he suddenly felt his head turning to stare at the Russian man. His scarred face had turned from looking at the squealing duo below, his face holding one that looked like an annoyed man. in which, Borya indeed was rather annoyed by the two shortie's antics. "Him?" Devoss felt his smirk curl his lips once again into its usual position, giving a low chuckle that rumbled his throat. "Oh that's just the giant, Russian, teddy bear. He doesn't bite unless he feels he absolutely needs to. Wont punch or hurt a girl," he informed as he looked to her. "His name is Borya. A man not to reckon with, but he's an absolute softie when he's with his sister. Lucky for you, he seems to be preoccupied by something else, meaning we wont be in his way until he purposely comes to see us." {{ Tals I have returned <3 <3 <3 }}
Admittedly, Rosetta's face reddened at her remark, and Devoss' response. She hadn't meant it to come out that way, but she wasn't going to argue the point. Instead she let out a small sigh before listening quietly as her hand rubbed the blush from her freckled cheeks.
As Devoss' hand rested on her hip, she appeared slightly more rigid for a moment, her whole body tensing before slowly seeming to revert to normal. She looked up to the window, teal eyes widening slightly as she inspected him as best she could from this angle. Her head tilted a bit as she listened to Devoss curiously.
"Borya. Huh." She repeated. "He sure doesn't look like much of a teddy bear." Rose chuckled softly to herself, "But I guess looks can be deceiving. Everyone's got a side people don't know about I'm sure." She gave an idle shrug.
Rosetta jumped slightly as her stomach let out a loud growl, and she placed her hand on her stomach. "Jeeze, I forgot the last time I actually ate something." She muttered to herself.
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Post by Tals on Aug 11, 2016 22:20:13 GMT -5
Yay my bby has returned!!! <3
I hafta reply in the morning, im sorry ;'; but sleep tight bby
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Post by Mayhem™ on Aug 11, 2016 22:25:14 GMT -5
</3 RIP IN PEACE I WAS HOPING YOU'D BE ON </3 I'm gonna be gone after 2:30 pm EST, I'm going to the water park in town w/ my cousin since it's my day off and then I'm gonna be going up to our island - I'll be available there for awhile tho! <3 ))
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Post by paradox on Aug 11, 2016 23:13:44 GMT -5
“He’ll get worse if we aren’t fast about it.” Despite the harshness in his voice, the seemingly annoyed and careless demeanor, Rowan did actually adjust his grip around Ash that’ll allow for a gentler approach in carrying the man back to safety. Carrying someone that was around a head taller than he was painfully reminiscent of the same incident that still resurfaced every now and then; Arlo slipping over the edge of a second floor in a mall while in the midst of a scuffle with a raider then landing straight onto a metal pole sticking out of rubble. Difference in circumstances here being that there was a refuge awaiting Ash, the security of having a reliable person with medical experience in their group and a stash of supplies required when Rowan had to patch Arlo up himself with less than amateur stitching, using one of his shirts to soak the bleeding, and a whole lot of praying. Different circumstances, but Rowan had felt the same raw fear and dread that Wilhelm was feeling.
So while neither of these two were exactly in Rowan’s best favor nor would he trust them with his own safety, it was far too difficult not to empathize when he could see that experience reflect in Wilhelm’s tearful eyes. Chewing on his bottom lip as they trekked back to the farm, his mind was restless with guilt and the itch to say something – some sort of string of words that would offer comfort except Rowan wasn’t exactly known for his comforting personality, especially towards people he barely liked or tolerated. “Riley’s a great doc, she’ll get him patched up and walking again in no time. Like, she did last time,” Memories of months ago, inside a darkened shopping mall and having a less than friendly run-in with these same people and while they had met up with attaining only Wilhelm in mind, Riley had still been kind enough to take care of the vulture sustained injuries. “Got gored myself a while back, antlers went straight through and everything. Barely even hurt that much,” Rowan scoffed, his typical arrogant behavior rising up again at the memory of his face off with that mutant buck a few months back. “I’m sure you’ve all been through worse than this; he’ll pull through just fine.”
The property was in sight now – buildings appearing just past the tree line, foliage and trees becoming scarcer with every step – and Rowan craned his head around to catch a glimpse of who was sat on the porch but while Riley and Agnes were recognizable enough, there were another pair of unfamiliar figures there, as well. Immediately, Rowan gave an annoyed sigh at the sight of yet another problem at hand despite the first not even close to being taken care of yet. There was also the issue of running back into town to retrieve Alyona and Jamal, then report what had happened back to Arlo so he really hoped that the sight of the strangers sitting alongside Agnes and Riley was a good sign that this could wait for the time being. “Hey, a little help here?” Rowan impatiently yelled out towards his colleagues, though his eyes were already set on Amelia and Sinclaire with intense distrust and distaste. “Hurry up, he’s gonna bleed out!”
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Post by maple on Aug 12, 2016 13:46:53 GMT -5
annika //
"Do you think I care if we get into trouble?" Annika paused to give Timothée a pointed look. She could care less if Arlo got annoyed at them, or anyone for the matter, because she still didn't feel any need to report her activities to someone else. She considered this her own business. However, despite her ignorance, she understood Timothée's discomfort, mostly because she'd come to know him and genuinely cared about his feelings - which sometimes, were much different from her own.
Annika's expression changed somewhat as she spotted the new people, she actually smiled. Not entirely in a weird way, mostly out of amusement. "I'm sure it has everything to do with them," she reached down and removed her pocket knife from the inside of her boot, "And I was just starting to think it was getting boring around here!" It wouldn't be surprising if the man didn't share her strange excitement, not many people did, but a little fun never hurt anyone. Unless you're idea of "fun" was throwing yourself into danger or instigating a fight. But then again, old habits take a long time to disappear entirely, that is if they do at all.
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Post by нσωℓ on Aug 12, 2016 14:17:09 GMT -5
"I used to have a different group too." Riley nodded, listening carefully to Amelia. "There was my best friend Alex, my step cousin Vivienne, an old friend named Daniel, and I. Alex got caught in a trap that sent the building he was in up in flames. Then Daniel got separated from Vivi during a hunting trip and we never found him. Now it's just Vivi and I; this group took me in when I got lost on my own then Vivi found us and joined too." She paused for a moment, pursing her lips as she wove in a large, pale pink blossom. "This apocalypse has taken a lot of good people. It's also brought plenty of people together." It was nice to have company, she agreed with Amelia's sentiment on that. Unsure of what else to say she offered Amelia a flower, white petals with orange fringes as a soft smile played on her lips. To Sinclaire she offered a bright red carnation, the color matching his glasses. Connecting with people like this was nice. When Rowan came into view, calling out she jumped to her feet. The sight of him carrying a limp body threw her into a sprint, the basket of flowers knocked over and flower crown forgotten on the porch. "What happened? Hurry, bring them into the clinic. --- Viv had to grumble a little bit, watching as Arlo and Ghost left. There was something about him that she didn't like, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Perhaps it was the shock Arlo got from seeing him, which left an unsettling air of doubt and questioning on what the actual story between them was. He was leaving too much out, and it didn't look good.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2016 18:39:51 GMT -5
HEY finally got everyone out wow ;; (and btw tals- jamal is interacting w/ alyona) finally back from vacation phew ))
Agnes watched Riley give the two new members a flower, her eyes round and curious at the gesture. Something very odd stirred inside her, a sort of yearning that made tears collect on the tips of her eyelids (though never strong enough so to fall). Where did it come from? Riley seemed to have love and love to spare, even if only in the form of petal-dressed gifts. Wiled presents, quick smiles, and daily reminders to take care of oneself. She seemed to be filled with this… This aura. It was light and sweet and memorable.
She wondered if her own was thick and dark.
Agnes glanced away, the frown that occasionally adorned her features coming back. While she’d learned to pleasant herself up in time, it was still common knowledge that a piece of her had been taken, a piece that would likely not return.
Still, she forced herself not to think much of it. She’d hurt, feel distrustful and feel on guard, but would never quite place whatever was once in place of that void. Agnes turned her head up to Sinclaire and Amelia, studying their reactions feverishly. She couldn’t help but to think with a raised brow that if they did belong to a group, she’d have little choice but to shoot them both. It simply wasn’t worth the risk for another people to be alerted of their presence…
A sigh of relief escaped her once it became clear that they were only what each other had. She couldn’t help but to momentarily feel pity for Amelia, but shook it off quickly in order to keep up with her guard.
Agnes resumed her earlier quiet contemplation, but was only able to do it for a few moments before she heard yelling in the distance. Fear penetrated her chest, and immediately she abandoned her ‘post’ once realizing the yells belonged to Rowan.
“Wh-what happened!?” She demanded, her fingers gripping her pistol once more as if expecting a full-blown attack to crash upon them. “Y-you weren’t-“ Silence followed as she realized that it was Ash between his and Wilhelm’s arms. She sucked in a breath, steadying herself. She hated to think it, but the entire situation could at least’ve been much worse…
She glanced back to Sinclaire and Amelia, deciding suddenly to trust them. “One of you: Run into Riley’s office- it’s a little space in the barn- grab bandages.” She gave them a hard look afterward, still feeling as though she needed to rely on threats before human decency.
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Wilhelm nodded stiffly, trying to focus on Rowan’s words as he spoke them. Of course in his panic, each syllable seemed to head through one ear and fly right back out the other. He might as well’ve been speaking a foreign language, however the tone still got across to him, and he found himself in forced agreement. He’ll be fine. He’ll be fine. He’ll be fine.
As soon as they reached Riley’s group, Wilhelm sped up to help get Ash to the picnic tables. He had no idea where to exactly place him, and really only knew that he wanted to get his boyfriend out of his arms. His sleeves were already drenched with his blood, which was making him feel even more so ill and uncomfortable as time went on. When he at last set him down, he looked as though he’d been drained of much of his energy, with only just enough left to shake faintly and suck in nervous breaths of air.
“I-I love him, you know.” Will said quietly, watching the scene over with a faint frown. The comment didn’t make much of a difference in reality- Riley would work hard to save anyone regardless of who they were- but somehow he felt it was something he needed to say. Perhaps it only added to the unfairness of the entire situation; made more sense of his stark fear.
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Timothee rolled his eyes at Annika, a small flinch coming from him at the sight of her drawing out the knife. He couldn’t help but to draw back at every little sight of it: some memories faded just about as well as his scars did. He quickly shook his head, and gave her a sheepish look. “Christ- you’re going to get us kicked outta here.” He muttered quickly, heading toward the people with a faint warning look Annika’s way. They really did have a good thing going on at the farm: if she got kicked out, he’d of course have to follow her to wherever the hell she’d end up.
Tim headed to the others, however concern immediately gripped him as he noticed one of them bleeding out on the picnic tables. A hand snaked up and covered his mouth, “Oh jeez… Is he, you know..?” his eyes headed up to Agnes accusingly as soon as he realized it was Ash who was down. Ever since the beginning, he had found himself giving considerable respect to the man, even if he was a little strange and disconcerting at times.
After that a thought came to his mind, and he immediately came at Amelia and Sinclaire with an angry look, any worry of angering Arlo gone in an instant. “If this was because of either of you, I swear… !"
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Jamal had lost sight of Ash and Wilhelm, finding nothing but a dead stag in the place where they should’ve been. A knot of worry clenched his gut, his tired eyes turning up to the tree line across from him, half hoping to find them both safe and without puncture marks. He stepped closer to the buck to examine it, but found himself feeling no better as blood marked against the creature’s great antlers. Christ… He sucked in a deep breath to steady himself, deciding it was time to find the others if danger lurked.
“Rowan? Hey! There’s trouble, I found…” He cut himself off as he realized Rowan wasn’t in the area either. Scrambling out of the woods, his heart sped up another notch as he realized the young man was nowhere in sight. “Rowan hey! Rowan!” The woods suddenly felt denser, and Jamal’s immediate instinct was to turn to the person beside him and inquire nervously about his friend’s disappearances, but he was entirely alone in the woods. Holding his arms close, he wandered closer to a few scattered buildings, hoping somehow he was simply being ignored by everyone.
That’s when he heard the familiar voice of that Russian girl, sounding as though she were in much the same trouble as he feared the others might’ve been in as well. Sprinting toward the sound (which came from one of the dilapidated structures around them), he made his way through one with a broken window, his dark eyes growing wide as he had managed to find someone after all. “A-Alyona, yes? You’re bleeding.” The words felt numb and thick in his throat. He was itching terribly to ask where everyone else had gone, but knew better than to inquire about that while she was still bleeding herself.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2016 18:58:40 GMT -5
Amelia and Sinclaire looked equally as surprised when Riley handed both of them flowers. Amelia blinked a few times and looked up at Riley, shocked that someone could be so kind in the midst of all the turmoil in the world. She didn't say anything, but quickly tucked the flower into her thick ginger hair.
Sinclaire just stared at his own flower, equally as shocked as Amelia but managing to get out a small "th-thank you" to Riley.
The peaceful moment was shattered, however, when all of a sudden people were yelling and there was an awfully tall man bleeding everywhere on a picnic table. Amelia was immediately on her feet. She didn't know the first thing about first aid, but she knew if he wanted to fit in with this group she'd have to seem handy. Fit in? What was she thinking, they were about to leave anyways. Hearing Agnes' request (more like a command, really) she nodded and stomped on Sinclaire's foot to get him into action. "You heard the woman! Get off yer rear and go get those bandages!" Her companion had just been sitting on the steps slack-jawed. Amelia knew the sight of blood made him squeamish, so sending him off on a fetch quest for medical supplies was definitely the better option than him throwing up everywhere. "Y-yeah, on it!" He said, jumping to his feet and taking off towards the barn.
Upon hearing another, unfamiliar voice, Amelia turned around. She looked Timothee up and down, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms defensively. "Settle down there buddy, we had nothing to do with this. We were just passing through when your pal over there got hauled in like that."
It didn't take too long for Sinclaire to come sprinting back, bandages clutched in his thin hands. "Here!" He tossed them to Riley, nearly dropping them as he did so.
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