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Post by Tals on Aug 12, 2016 20:59:17 GMT -5
Aww Babe~ I'm sorry. I was actually just logging off for bed too when you posted ;`;
Devoss chuckled then, his eyes alit with small joy. "I'm sure you'll see his over-protective side first. He's always like that, however hes more protective over his sibling when it comes to one of the other guys. From what I gather, she likes this guy, so I cant blame Borya." his shoulders had risen in a partial shrug, his eyes turning to her belly. His mouth had opened up to offer food, but he was hushed before he could speak.
Borya's large and bear like hand clamped down on the small Dutchman's head, a large and rumbling snarl escaping his lips. "You tryin somethin punk? Like tryin to sneak your old co-workers in?" he snarled out in question, in which he received a string of curses and protests in the unfamiliar tongue from his hostage. Devoss had let go of Rose, slapping at Borya's hand and giving a huff through his nose.
"Those guys? Pfft- like I would. They didn't think twice trying to kill all of you before we met; I gave you guys the benefit of the doubt," Devoss answered as his teeth bared and a smirk returned to his face. It was easily resembled between what they were like. The twitch of his nose, the narrow of his eyes; Borya acted like a bear indeed, and Devoss was that pesky fox that hung around him for the scraps of his meal. If, they were animals- that would have been the case. Staring at each other in the eye, Borya gave a soft sigh and let his captive go, in which Devoss took Rose's hand and pulled her up the steps and into the house.
That was when Borya turned and saw Ash, Wilhelm, Rowan, and a shocked Devoss holding onto Rose's hand a bit tighter. Seeing as Arlo, Viv and Jamal weren't there- Devoss took a glance up at the taller man. He seemed to be shocked, confused, and then worried. A type of worry that immediately made the man begin to prowl at a slow pace towards Rowan. Where was Alyona? He had trusted him to care for her, and she hadn't returned with the men. One was seriously injured, which made Devoss and Borya wonder:
What happened, and who's hurt?
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oh hory shnapres;; I'm sorry darling ;`;
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Alyona had given a little squeak of fright, however her racing heart seemed to settle as her eyes lifted to stare at Jamal. Seeing the familiar face, a soft smile formed on her face as she had realized his worry. "Just... Just a little bit of bleeding," she answered, seeming to dismiss his panic. Her eyes turned down to look at her hand, her fingers tightening over a make-shift cloth she had made to keep it from continuing to release the warm liquid. However, it seemed the inflamed nerves kept her in reminder of her mistake as she found herself shaking.
Seeing as it was safe, she trailed over to the older man. "I cut... myself trying to flee from raccoon," she explained. Tears had pricked at her eyes, but they weren't on the threat of falling just yet. Her throat was dry, and her breathing was lightly jerky as she gave a soft hiccup. Alyona opened up the 'wrap' and revealed the jagged cut. The red liquid trailed along the soft cracks of her palm, and looked as it glistened. It was definitely more than a bit of bleeding.
"Are you hurt?" she had quickly diverted it from her to him, making sure he was okay. She could wait- she felt it wasn't important as finding out her companions were in top condition. Blinking, her eyes shifted up and over his features. Alyona could see why Agnes liked him- but that was just her honest opinion. To herself... Anywho, the look of concern passed her facial structure, and her lips pursed.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2016 21:24:00 GMT -5
Jamal furrowed his eyebrows upon seeing the cut, though his expression was entirely empathetic, with his usual concern thrown into the mix as well. "A raccoon..." He repeated, almost thoughtfully. Raccoons were furry scavengers, certainly not the type to chase a girl to the point in which she'd rather flee and ruin her palm than confront the beast. But that's past thinking, isn't it? He reminded himself with a twinge.
Snapping back into reality, Jamal shook his head and let out a drained chuckle. "No, no I'm fine..." he bit his lip, glancing in the other direction for a moment in thought. His head was spinning, and not just thanks to a migraine this time along. "Alyona, this is important: have you seen the others? Rowan? Will? Ash? I think I've lost them, something may have... Happened..." He couldn't help but to wonder again what had become of them, and fought not to think too hard about it. Ash and Will were newer to the group, so his connection to them was vague, but he'd still beat himself up to no end if something had happened on his watch... And Rowan? Best not think of that. He pushed the thought aside with an uncomfortable frown.
Jamal ran a hand through his short, albeit wavy hair. He looked somewhat as though someone had taken a relatively attractive twenty-something year old and stuck them in an endlessly stressful job for a year. Lines of tiredness and a smile that looked like it should've belonged on someone much older and more cynical were clear trademarks of his borne from little rest and little comfort. He eyed Alyona's cut again, thinking to himself the tragedy of how she'd become so clearly used to gashes such as those, especially considering that in any other reality, a mere scrape would be the most she'd likely have to put up with on occasions.
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Post by Tals on Aug 12, 2016 21:36:27 GMT -5
Alyona had watched him carefully, standing there with bags on her back, and her weapon perched gracefully on her shoulder. She listened, giving a relief filled sigh when she heard he was alright. That, was all she needed to hear. Blinking, her eyes immediately flickered over him and then over his shoulder to keep a small look out. Thinking, his words mulled through her mind as her ears pricked to the noises outside and to the silence around them.
"I... I remember hearing a scream, and Rowan ordering me to stay inside the first house," she answered as her brows furrowed in thought. She raised her good hand, gently gripping her own chin and head tucking to let her own gaze stare down at her booted feet. Her chest slowly expanded and retracted in her soft breathing. Her brain ached at the forceful memories of trying to keep everything in the proper timeline. "But... Not long after, I seeing him with Wilhelm carrying Ash. It didn't look good," she stated seriously as a prominent frown curved her lips in a downward style. "I think something happened to Ash, and they carried him in direction of farm."
With that as an inform, she blinked up at him and gave Jamal her usual smile. It seemed she was returning the bright look- or at least attempting to. She didn't like seeing others down or upset. A bit of smiles brings light to the world, doesn't it? Her arms crossed below her chest, tenderly gripping the rough fabric that covered her arms. She 'drank' in his features, eyes flicking over the tired looks and the signs of a smile that should belong to an older man. Head tilting, her eyes widened out of curiosity. What kind of job would give the poor man such lack of sleep?
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Post by paradox on Aug 13, 2016 0:44:10 GMT -5
“So, how many people you got following you around these days? They all like that woman back there or is she the only bloodthirsty one you got on hand? Probably wouldn’t hurt having a few like her around, I guess. You’re looking good, though, so I’m guessing you’re all settled up with your new family someplace nice, right? Living it up in the apocalypse?”
Leaning against the wall of a building, staring down the road for any sign of the rest of the supply run group, Arlo gave a breathless, bitter laugh at the venom that tinged at the edge Ghost’s voice. New family…. The ceaseless questions made it obvious that Ghost was excessively curious in this supposed group of Arlo’s, vaguely hostile of the idea of Arlo having someone else by his side. However, only silence answered to his questions. After promptly shattering a car window with the brunt of his elbow, Ghost paused from the scavenging to give Arlo an irritated scowl for the lack of response, though it slackened again merely at the sight of the man. “You know this is the most I’ve spoken in years.” Words felt strange and unfamiliar on his tongue now, sentences now rushing through after endless periods of nonverbal interactions or no interaction at all. Ghost glanced Arlo’s way and only received more silence.
“What – that’s it? You’re just gonna show up out of nowhere after years of leaving me behind, dragging around a bunch of strangers you’ve picked up off the streets to replace your dead friends and now you’re just gonna ditch me again? What – cracking my head against a stone and leaving me to bleed out didn’t do it for you?”
“Sounds like you got off easy, considering you tried to murder me,” Arlo’s voice hitched near the end, but he was uncertain whether it was for more bitter laughter or if he was nearing the edge of crying. His clear blue eyes wandered over to the pharmacy for any sign of Viv then trailed back over to where the road stretched out to continue to keep watch for the others; any other moment and he might have grown anxious at the lack of word from them but his mind was preoccupied at the moment… “You tried to kill me, Gabriel and if I hadn’t fought back, you would have. Now you’re trying to pretend that nothing’s ever happened, that everything is still alright between us.”
Ghost dropped the ragged backpack he had been carrying by hand, using his now free fingers to rub at his face. He never quite came to terms with what he had done, with what he tried to do - mostly because he had convinced himself that he’d never have to stand trial for the hand he had in dismantling his own group and all the strings that had held it together. Evidently, it seemed to have only been delayed and while he hadn't quite payed the full price for it, his karma was definitely catching up to him and sooner or later, it'll end him for good.
“Listen, there’s no amount of apologizing or ‘making up’ I can do to fix what I did so I won’t waste my breath. I don’t deserve any forgiveness or understanding for everything I let happen – what I made happen, but I am a different person than I was then and if you don’t trust me, that’s fine. Hell, I barely trust myself but you need to give me another chance to prove myself to you before you go and make any rash decisions to exile me or something,” Ghost grinned, attempting dry humor to win over Arlo and glanced the man’s way, only managing to catch his gaze for a second before Arlo was turned away again. “Anyway, I don’t think I’ll be able to live on my own again now that I know you're alive.”
Silence hangs between the two, Ghost pretending to continue scavenging through the car and while Arlo stares at nothing, his mind swarming. “Viv, you about done in there?” Arlo finally resigned to calling out for the woman, feeling as though he’ll suffocate in this silence if endured any longer.
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“Take a wild guess.” Rowan snorted towards the demands of what had happened, believing that the grisly injuries should be enough evidence that it hadn’t been by something human. Mimicking Wilhelm’s movement to settle Ash down on the picnic table’s surface through careful handling, Rowan tensed under the presence of Amelia and Sinclaire. He eyed the two new faces throughout the commotion and while he willed himself to loosen up at the sight of Sinclaire obeying the order to fetch bandages, the instinctive distrust of strangers continued to cling stubbornly. He bit his tongue at the consideration of demanding what they were doing on the property in the first place, deciding to leave the job to Arlo whenever the man decided to return but if Agnes, of all people, looked relatively relaxed around these strangers then Rowan believed that he could force himself into a similar position for the time being. Didn’t mean he planned on letting go of his rifle anytime soon, though.
“Oh, uh – I still got this; something in here could probably be useful, right?” The thought of using the medkit Riley had fixed up for the supply run had only vaguely occurred to him before shrinking down again under the fear of worsening Ash’s condition due to his lack of basic medical knowledge; Wilhelm didn’t seem the type to have any hidden skills up his sleeves, either. Slinging off the medkit from his shoulder to set down beside Ash, Rowan unzipped the pack and glanced over the contents before grimacing upon realization that he had no clue what any of it would be used for. “Here, you definitely have a better chance with this.” Rowan slid the pack closer to Riley before taking a few steps backwards, pressing his arms closer to himself as though wary of getting in the way or worsening the situation somehow. When it came to this sort of thing, Rowan was significantly more self-conscious of himself; his hands far more comfortable hurting than healing and so he was always distinctly afraid of causing harm without intention around the already injured.
Rowan glanced up abruptly at Wilhelm’s muttered words, wavering between sympathy and guilt. The obligation to say something nagged at him but his words hadn’t seemed to have had too much of an impact the first time. Resigning to silence, Rowan merely glanced back down again – that is, until he heard a new set of voices. His face twisted up into a scowl towards Timothee’s and Annika’s presence. Somehow this pair was even lower on his list in terms of trustworthy or even likable (admittedly, it was a very small list). “And where were you two huevόns? You guys ever even do anything here besides slack off the whole damn time?” Rowan snapped, still unconvinced in the decision that Arlo had made to keep these two around.
“Whatever. Just be ready to help Riley with whatever she needs. Might as well pull your weight around here somehow,” He muttered, shoving his way out of the picnic table’s vicinity to give Riley some space to work. He wandered nearer to the edge of the property, itching to run back into town to check on the others but still feeling compelled to keep an eye on the property, especially now that there were strangers occupying it. There wasn’t much muscle or crackshots left on the farm and even if it would only be for mere moments, Rowan felt uneasy about leaving this place rather undefended with everyone engaged in patching Ash back up.
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Post by Mayhem™ on Aug 13, 2016 9:27:44 GMT -5
{{ Anything I missed? }}
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2016 15:08:22 GMT -5
"I see." Jamal responded shortly. While he said little, his dark brown eyes and tentative expression seemed to speak chapters. He gave Alyona a soft look, all of his forced contemplation melting as soon as he attempted to be kind to her; everything he did was quite purposeful, as though he was hyper-aware of each little hand gesture and expression he sent to others. In this way he was somehow both lucid and stiff.
Jamal turned away from her, deciding going back to the farm wasn't the most responsible option at the moment, even though it was the easiest. Now that he knew that at least Rowan and Will were safe, and Ash was getting help, he could divert his attention to more important matters. "I'm going to go find Arlo and Vivienne then, I think you should come..." He hesitated, holding his breath in thought, "If something bigger comes along, trying to fight or run with that nasty cut won't be good." He gave her another smile, this time a little sheepish as though he was nervous he would frighten her with that kind of talk. Deciding to go ahead and keep walking to try and hide his embarrassment, he continued onward with a hand gesture to follow.
Once out of the house, the town seemed to be even closer to their view, which flooded a bit of relief into Jamal. The truth was, he didn't want to waste too much time searching endlessly for the two members as one of their own was currently bleeding out. "Arlo! Vivienne!" He called into the muggy southern air, but quieted as soon as the thought came into his mind about what things other than human could hear him. Jamal glanced back to Alyona, a half-goofy mostly embarrassed grin on his lips, something that looked rare and genuine on his face. "Do you, er, have any idea of where they might be?"
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Post by нσωℓ on Aug 13, 2016 15:43:30 GMT -5
Thoughts of the flower crown and happier ideas forgotten in the chaos exasperation overtook her when all Sinclaire fetched was bandages. Inside she felt a silent sort of scream bubbling up inside her, only audible through the air hissing out of her nostrils in frustration. What about antiseptics? All the bacteria in there? What about stitches? Thankfully Rowan remembered the first aid kit she had packed them, which had just what she needed to fix this. Wilhelm was a nervous wreck honestly and she couldn't blame him. She needed him to help though, as Rowan had went off to circle the property. Carefully she took Wilhelm by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes "I know you love him, and we're gonna save him okay? We're gonna do it and he will be okay I promise. Now I need you to help me," Riley tugged loose the red flannel shirt that had been tied around her waist and handed it to him. "just press this against his wounds for me okay? I need you to put pressure on it so the blood flow stops." While she set Wilhelm to do that with his stronger hands she went to threading a needle and setting out the necessary supplies.
((I'll get a Viv up here soon))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2016 15:57:24 GMT -5
Ash stirred, a low groan being all that he could manage to get out of his mouth. His first thought upon waking up was that he wasn't sure what had happened, but it all came flooding back to him- almost like remembering a nightmare upon waking up. The searing pain in his back faded into his awareness, and he gritted his teeth harshly in order to deal with the pain. He knew he was losing a lot of blood, and a sort of panic washed over him at the thought of dying here on the picnic table. He soon realized that Riley was present, however, which was enough to keep him together. He trusted her skills well enough, she had patched him up after the vulture incident after all.
"Is... Is everyone else ok?" He managed to ask quietly between deep breaths. "Wilhelm?" Everything was sort of blurry and the voices around him sounded far away or under water, so in his confusion he hadn't quite realized Will was the one pressing on his injuries and his immediate thought was to make sure he had ended up alright.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2016 16:37:46 GMT -5
Wilhelm nodded to Riley, resuming his earlier silence, and complied in holding down the shirt onto Ash's back. He struggled to watch the material as it darkened to a red-black color, the lump in his throat growing uncomfortable as it felt harder and harder to breathe against both it and his runny nose. It was almost a sort of miracle as soon as the injured man had managed to awaken, and despite himself, Will even let out a teary laugh when Ash had inquired about their health.
"For god's sake, you're bleedin all over the place, we're fine." He muttered quickly, trying to hide the tremble in his voice, but of course he was always a victim of his own genuine nature; in other words, there was nothing he could even remotely hide from anyone, which included his stark worry for Ash.
His eyes wandered over to where Riley was getting what looked to be a needle ready. Although he new that they were technically for the best, a burst of nervousness overtook him. He never really liked needles much, and somehow his personal fear of them had extended unto Ash. "You'll be er- you'll be fine too though. Honest. She can fix anythin." His vocals were certainly working again as he chatted away nervously, suddenly wishing he could be holding the other man's hand instead of pressing his own against thickly bleeding wounds.
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Post by нσωℓ on Aug 13, 2016 16:48:45 GMT -5
Shelley Kirklan
Somewhere around 5'7 with her prosthetic legs Shelley has been making do during the apocalypse. Heavy set with chestnut skin and mahogany curls tumbling down her shoulders she used to consider herself beautiful. Now the 25 year old didn't care as much about beauty, though she couldn't bring herself to ditch her golden septum ring. Having no legs has yet to hinder her survival, though she couldn't say it wasn't inconvenient. Instead of dwelling on it she kept her prosthetics in a fine enough state. After being separated from her husband, Saan, she's been managing on her own with a harpoon. On one end of the rope is the harpoon, the other end, her arm. Makes it easy to reel back in the catch as she told her husband, before they got separated. They'd been apart for a while and she missed him dearly, leaving a sadness in her dark green eyes. Despite all this Shelley fought viciously to retain her humanity. She'd seen several of her friends go feral and refused to go down that path herself. Fierce, loyal, and determined she would persevere. ((oops I made a new character))
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Post by нσωℓ on Aug 13, 2016 17:22:15 GMT -5
Riley wiped her brow with her wrist before opening the antiseptic, moving in past Wilhelm to remove Ash's shirt so she could clean out the wounds he had helped stem the bleeding of for her. Once she'd cleaned them thoroughly enough she took up the needle she had threaded earlier, making quick and crooked stitches. Under her breath was a curse for her lack of sewing skill but they would hold. Once done she cleaned a little more then carefully bandaged him up. "Do you think you'll be okay now Ash? The bleeding's stopped and you're all patched up. Do you want Wilhelm to get you to a bed?" ------ Viv spent a good few minutes digging around for the items on Riley's list. Luckily she found most of them, including a bottle of painkillers. Now those will be handy for sure. There also happened to be a few candy bars lying about which she had no qualms about snatching up. Once her bag was fully packed with snacks and some bottles of flavored drinks she was content to move on. After catching up to Arlo and Ghost she tossed the man she mostly respected the sack of supplies from Riley's list. "There ya go. She'll be happy to get those, managed to find a few goodies too." She made sure to give Arlo plenty of an excuse to get away from Ghost to deliver those to Riley when they got back. Viv had made up her mind; she wanted to have a little talk with Ghost. There was no doubt he'd pick at Riley, seeing as she clung to Arlo when she could and thus would be in Ghost's way now. If Ghost even got to think he could mess with Riley she'd sooner slit his throat. A sideways look or choice words to Riley would certainly earn him the gutting she had threatened earlier. ---- "Hey! Excuse me!" Shelley hobbled her way over to a pair of strangers ahead. Hopefully they were friendly, but she had her harpoon handy just in case. "Can you help me? I-I got separated from someone... Have you seen a- a man around here?" Carefully she approached them, a young blonde girl and a man not too far apart in age from her. He was about the same height as the person she was looking for and from a distance she had hoped it might be him. Naturally it wasn't him, as nothing ever seemed to go right in this world anymore. The world had supposedly ended, she had watched her friends go feral and die, lost her husband during a scrape with some kind of creature, and now the foot had come off of her right prosthetic leg. What a fun few years it had been. ((She means Jamal and Alyona in case it wasn't clear btw))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2016 18:22:23 GMT -5
(( after some discussion, i'm tossing isaac back in ))
Ash winced when Riley cleaned out the gashes, the antiseptic stinging against the open cuts. He was ill prepared for the stitches, and had to stifle a yell by biting down on his tongue (although not hard enough to injure himself further, more bleeding was the last thing he needed.) Hot tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, but he willed himself to not let them fall. Some stupid mutant wasn't worth crying over, after all. "Yeah, I'm good," he said with a grimace. He merely nodded in response to the last bit. A bed truly did sound nice, after all that had happened in the past hour he felt like he deserved some rest.
How long Isaac had been running, he didn't know. He only knew that there was a monstrous creature at his heels, perhaps something that had once been a coyote or a dog, but he wasn't sure. It had extra limbs protruding from its gaunt frame at awkward, unnatural angles, and when he glanced back to make sure it was still after him he could swear it had two mouths. It had been after him for quite some time now, and his only option was to flee considering he had no weapons on him. He had been alone for months, with not a soul for company save the mutant that was out for his blood at the moment. He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep the sprint up, his legs were growing tired and heavy and his breath was so ragged he feared he might collapse. He wondered if it was even worth it to keep going, and that maybe he should just let the beast eat him. The alternative was starving to death or dying of illness. He hadn't had a proper meal in weeks, and as a result he had grown ill and fatigued.
Just as he was about to give up, the thick forest cleared out and before him lay a rather quaint farm. He could make out a group of figures gathered around, and although he normally loathed the presence of other people, he knew these ones could be his saviors. "Hey!" He screamed. His sprinting grew more frantic when he felt the monster snap at his ankles, and he knew if none of these strangers shot the damned thing within a few moments he would be dead meat.
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Post by Tals on Aug 13, 2016 19:31:53 GMT -5
Not much Rose~
R.I.P. Me: mobile replies here i come
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Alyona had tilted her head, giving a quiet giggle to herself at his next comment. Her hands were then pushed into her pants pocket, making her slow way after him. "Of course, wouldnt want a mouse to come and get me too," she had answered teasingly as she managed to scurry up to beside him. She had playfully nudged him.
Pausing, she took a quick glance around the area, flinching when she heard him call out. Her eyes immediately swept from the abandoned houses to Jamal. "Hush," she stated with redenning cheeks as she puffed them out with a soft breath before turning a nervous glance. She had opened her mouth to answer his question, when she heard a new voice.
Her frame spun around, tenderly gripping her weapon to stare at this mysterious woman. What in the world? People are just showing up out of the blue! She stood in a defensive position, holding up her weapon in a cautious manner. "No...." She answered truthfully then. "Why? Whats he look like? We mightve come across him," Alyona answered in a shaky voice, swallowig a nervous lump in her throat
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2016 21:08:54 GMT -5
"Hey! Come on, man. I do whatever you guys tell me to, I just- woke up and everyone was gone, what'd you expect me to do? Resume chores?" Timothée snapped right back, getting uncharacteristically defensive. Perhaps it was because he'd finally found a safe place, and everyone seemed to be collectively trying to ruin it for him; even Annika seemed to have little care in her actions, always threatening to get them booted. His response to Rowan did him little good of course, and he seemed to realize this with a look of embarrassed surprise. Although in their earlier group he was certainly rather mature, there was no getting around the fact that he was still some stupid twenty-something year old at heart. Not even Ingrym's group could beat out that special type of idiocy.
Tim watched the man stalk off, the shame setting in the form of heat on his cheeks. Deciding to take his earlier advice, he headed closer to Riley, tentative but hopeful in his manner. "What'd you want me to do? Anything. I'm free." He was trying to apologize for his behavior in the awkward way he knew how.
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Jamal immediately tensed as a new figure approached, especially considering this figure had a weapon, something he hadn't taken with him on their trip. Then again, I never really figured I'd be off on my own. Christ I thought I was better at preparing than this... He thought to himself irritably, then turned his attention to the woman again. He couldn't help but to immediately notice her broken prosthetics, his eyes widening at the image. Feeling shameful himself for staring, he shot his eyes back up to her face and explained hurriedly: "We haven't seen anyone but our own people for a while... Er, we live in a group. Are you on your own then? Besides this man?" He hoped she'd say yes- his worst fear would be for another group of people to share land with them. That got dangerous, fast. In which his nervousness with this was one of the few things he'd managed to share with Agnes in their new time together, however he found their talks mostly disappointing and saddening, as the more she tried to open up to him with, the more he realized how little she had left in her, as a human.
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Wilhelm was pacing about as he waited for Riley, off in his own clouded world so much so that he nearly jumped as she called him over again, his head shooting up as though she was about to request some important duty for him to complete. While this wasn't exactly that, it was still great enough to get him to head over and nod quickly. "Yes, yeah." He agreed, although there was a touch of nervousness in his voice. He felt as though even laying a finger on Ash would bruise him, and was immediately filled with thoughts of somehow 'messing up' and injuring him further. He turned his eyes away, this time they lay on nothing in particular as he asked with hesitation: "Moving him won't hurt him, will it?"
Despite his question, he carefully moved over to the picnic table and set himself down near to Ash in a position that was ready to get up whenever necessary. He stared at him with soft and puffy eyes, the sort that reserved an unmeasurable amount of care in them; Will wasn't exactly the most thoughtful or loving of people, and when he was it was all only due to his guilelessness, but when he was purposefully caring it always seemed to be directed toward Ash. "Whenever you're ready." He spoke up quickly.
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Agnes was standing off to the side, watching everything unfold with quiet curiosity. She didn't make a move to help nor try to add comfort, as she knew either weren't her area of expertise, but she did keep an eye out thanks to obligation. Mostly this watchful gaze rested on Amelia and Sinclaire, who she hadn't yet found herself trusting (despite how open they were to helping their group). A part of her expected them to swing out a knife and go for the first trusting victim that they saw, but perhaps another part saw, with great tired exaspération, how ridiculous this fear was.
Or at least, she considered this up until the point in which she heard a faraway scream. Immediately Agnes had her attention on just that, and cocked her gun toward the direction it came from. What she saw was a relatively familiar scene: some poor scrawny kid getting chased by a creature whose only intention was to tear him limb from limb and dig it's furred, double face into as much bloodied human meat as it could. It was in this retrospect that she considered shooting him first, seeing it as a sort of mercy shot; she'd give him a swift death, and at the same time, protect their group from this stranger who could bring who knows what into their camp. Yet for some reason, she didn't shoot him. She took the harder way out, perhaps a little inspired by Riley, and was trying to do acts of kindness even if they were forced and mostly faked. It was something. The tip of her gun was stiff on the boy, but in the last second she aimed for the creature, and a bang shouted out into the air.
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Post by paradox on Aug 13, 2016 23:11:13 GMT -5
The post that Quiet had set for himself on the outskirts of the farm’s expanse was not unlike his old position back inside Ingrym’s camp: silent vigilance, sniper rifle at the ready at every waking hour and very, very lonely. The solitude wasn’t foreign in the slightest but rather an old, familiar feeling with the similar ache for comforting company of some sort. The people under his watch were different, however, which made it easier; the knowledge that he was defending a group that could still discern themselves from the new world beasts made the isolation far more tolerable. But when the coast was clear, the sounds of the forest died down and he was left with nothing but hiding within trees’ branches and keeping a bored eye on the group, the childish longing crept dangerously close to overwhelming.
He knew that he’d be far from welcomed by the group, his past nor his abrasive attitude not exactly helping factors to win their favor. That leader of theirs would easily be the most opposed to the idea and from what Quiet could tell from his select interaction with the group, his word was followed the majority of the time. However, Quiet wasn’t entirely certain whether he would have the winning favor of the rest of the survivors either, aside from the sweet pink-haired one, of course, but her endless kindness seemed to extend towards every surviving soul so far. For now, he was content at this distance, silently picking off any mutated beast that wandered too close to the farm, reclining in the nearest riverbeds for pure self-indulgence and softly humming quiet tunes to himself. For the past handful of the days, there’s been a lull in activity and it had been natural for Quiet to lower his guard and relax in the security the trees offered high above the ground.
The second that the brush was crashed through by a running man, pursued by a rabid mutant that was so distorted in appearance it was beyond recognition, Quiet was back on his sniper position within moments; arming himself with the rifle and glaring down the scope to follow the hunter and hunted with a finger hovering over the trigger. The two were rapidly advancing towards the farm, breaking out of the tree line and on to the property to the surprise of the group milling about the area. A bullet was fired off by one of them, taking out the throat of the beast to send it staggering to the ground and blood spurting from the injury yet it rabidly attempted to continue crawling. Quiet hesitated, the thought of firing off a single shot alerting the others of his presence enough to make him waver. The mutant was still a threat, bleeding out at an alarming rate but still determined to rip at flesh, animalistic instinct driving it to continue through the pain. Acting on selfish desires would contradict his whole reasoning for standing position for this group, anyway so Quiet let out a sigh as he sent a killing blow straight through the creature’s head. The sound echoed through the land, resounding behind the first bullet that had been fired by Agnes, but not followed close enough to go unnoticed.
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“What the hell was that?” The alarm of seeing a stranger bursting from the trees, being pursued by an overgrown thing immediately melted away, Rowan lowering his rifle as it was replaced by surprise at the mutant collapsing shortly after having its throat blown out by a bullet. He had barely had time to aim at the animal, much less put his finger on the trigger and so he glanced over his shoulder to find Agnes with her own gun posed in front of her. “Hey, nice shot!” Despite the situation itself, a grin worked its way up on his face as he was immediately reminded of her claims of being at sharpshooter level. He’d take back at his scoffing and disbelief at such exaggerated claims if it weren’t for the fact that there was a third stranger on their property and while the man seemed harmless enough – as evidenced by the fact that he had been running from the animal as opposed to turning back and fighting it himself – Rowan wasn’t quite ready to take any chances.
“Hey, hold still!” Rowan shouted towards Isaac, immediately raising his rifle towards the man but he noticeably kept his fingers away from the trigger. “You’d be smart to drop any weapons if you got any,” He warned but felt that the stranger here wouldn’t be of much harm; this guy barely looked in any condition to be on his feet, much less making any threats he couldn’t keep. There was a ruffle in the trees’ branches, causing Rowan to briefly turn from Isaac in restlessness but his eye was back on him in moments. “There any more of you wandering around here? What about that thing that was chasing you – that the last of it? Or you got a whole pack on you?”
Rowan had taken a couple steps away from Isaac, turning his gun on the tree line at the small movements he could spot in the distance but he eyed the man out of the corner of his vision. He’d be able to take him on and take him out in seconds, but the potential that there was more traveling with this guy set him on the edge, given the fact that most of his group were occupied with Ash’s condition and the two other best fighters were still out in town and a considerable way away. In between takes back and forth with the shifting forest and the sickly-looking kid, something registered in his memory. “Wait – are you that brat from back in the city?”
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Arlo caught the bag thrown his way with one hand, his somber expression lifting at the weight of it. “Good job, Viv. We should start heading back now, haven’t heard from the others and I’m starting to pray that they just got caught up in something stupid.” How he would explain Ghost’s presence to the others had yet to catch up in his mind – could still barely believe it himself, still half expected to wake up in bed and start the day over again – and he began to run through his usual routine for when they returned to the farm in his head to gain some sense of footing in the real word again. The sight of Ghost lingering by his side would intercept these thoughts, however, throwing a wrench into the works with his very presence; his being acting against everything that Arlo has come to know. Settling the supply bag against his shoulder, Arlo started down the road, now leading one extra person in the party.
As the buildings of the town faded into the background, three figures up ahead grew in sight and he recognized all but one. “There’s Jamal and Alyona, but no one else…Some woman is up there with him,” His pace slowed down into a cautious walk, one hand pressed against a single pistol as he eyed the figures and tried to assess the situation from this distance.
“Which one’s Jamal and which one’s Ally – whatever?” Ghost equipped himself with his dagger almost immediately, seeming intent on putting it through the stranger’s forehead as soon as he got his answer. There was a coldly casual tone in his voice that echoed in the same memories that Arlo’s grown to fear, his shoulders growing tense at the sight of a blade in Ghost’s hands but the abrupt fear of the past was there and gone within an instant upon realization. He had leverage over this man, something he could use to keep him in check: himself. It was so sadly obvious how latched on Ghost was to him, determined to stay by his side by any means necessary now that they have been ‘reunited’ and Arlo would play the hand given to him as much he could before Ghost inevitably receded back into his old, controllable ways.
“That’s not how we do things here; you want to stick around, then don’t pick up a knife at the first sign of people. We talk, that’s how this works.”
Ghost seemed bewildered, blinking owlishly before the expression dropped into a bitterly amused one, stashing his dagger back in his boot with a chuckle. “Man, you’ve gone soft. Alright, alright, no bloodshed aside from that bleeding heart you’ve got on you, got it,” He gave a wry grin as he raised his hands to show that he wasn’t armed anymore.
Despite the words, there was cooperation and that was what Arlo was looking for. Glancing backwards to give Viv a nod, Arlo advanced towards the gathered three with his eyes locked on Shelley. “Everything alright here?”
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Post by нσωℓ on Aug 13, 2016 23:17:07 GMT -5
"No, it was just us. But then we got separated during a scrape with a monster." Shelley responded to Jamal's question, hoping with what she had left that they would return the friendliness. "He's about my age," The woman started in response to Alyona's question. "He's around your friends height with dark skin and really short curls. He was wearing all green when we got separated. His eyes are green too, like mine. Oh and he has a scar on his forehead, a little tiny one." In desperation she listed off everything she could think would be relevant, hands clutching her harpoon with white knuckles. "Please; he's all I have. He's-He's my husband." Lost and desperate for help was all that could be said for her at the moment. They'd strayed so far from where they had been camping and she had so little in her bag. Not to mention one of her legs had lost a foot which she'd have to find a way to put back on later. When Arlo and the other two approached and began asking some of the same questions Shelley looked at them with big pleading eyes. "I'm looking for my husband. We got seperated when some creature attacked us. I got away but I don't know if he did. I just want to find him, have you seen anyone around? Any mutated creatures maybe? Just something for me to go off of! Anything at all, I have to find him." There was a certain determination in her voice, rather than the pathetic one you might expect from a begging stranger.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2016 23:51:53 GMT -5
Isaac crashed to the ground as soon as she was sure the beast behind him had been killed. It didn't really register to him in the moment that there had been a second shot from the trees, all that mattered was that he was safe- for the time being. He laid there, his chest heaving as he struggled to regain his breath. After a moment he scrambled back to his feet, realizing that these strangers had guns and he didn't particularly want to be shot at. He narrowed his eyes when Rowan spoke, realized he recognized the group, and stood up to his full height (which was an extremely intimidating five feet and half an inch) "Now listen here, you absolute tool! Maybe you lot saved my life from that thing-" he paused and gestured over his shoulder at the dead mutant- "but I do not have to put up with any of you fools, nor do I have to answer your questions. Now if you'll excuse me, I have... very important business to attend to!" And with that he brushed himself off, turned around, and promptly marched back towards the woods.
He didn't get very far, however.
Amelia, who had been watching everything happen, recognized Isaac as soon as he had started running his mouth and in an instant she was marching across the field. "Now wait up just one damned hell of a second, you little twit!" She yelled, grabbing him by the back of his shirt. "If you think you can just up and disappear for a year, then run in here getting chased by some monster, you have got another thing [freaking] coming!"
She slapped him.
Isaac immediately recoiled, although judging by his face it was quite clear he didn't expect to see Amelia here. "Oi! Cut it out, you crazy bi-" Before he could continue, she was hugging him so hard he was practically choking to death. "I thought you were dead!" She hissed through the thick rubber of her gas mask.
"Alright, now listen dude. I know you don't know me, I don't know you. Frankly I don't trust you as far as I can throw you, but this guy is alright, and so am I. The other one with me is an absolute idiot, but he's not that bad either. So just let us stay the night, and we'll be on our way in the morning," she said quickly, offering her gloved hand for Rowan to shake it. She guessed that was what she was supposed to do, anyways. She honestly didn't really want to stay here, but the thought of shelter for the night was too tempting to not try and talk her way into.
Ash sat up, watching the scene unfold intently. He wasn't sure what was going on, and frankly he didn't really care. If it didn't involve Wilhelm or him, it was none of his business and the rest of the group could handle it. "Unless you want to go get involved in... Whatever is happening over there, I'm ready whenever," he said to Wilhelm, offering him a weak smile. He frankly wanted to get inside as soon as possible, he was exhausted after the ordeal and he sincerely hoped Wilhelm wouldn't be curious enough to get into the shenanigans with the strangers.
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Post by Tals on Aug 14, 2016 8:15:29 GMT -5
Good morning my lovely fam~
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Alyona spared a glance to Jamal, feeling even worse after hearing this woman's story. She knew what it was like to lose someone important, someone whom your life revolved around. Lowering her own weapon, she had set it on her shoulder. Her eyes softened its once scared gaze, and simply sighed quietly through her nose.
Her ears pricked, she looked to Arlo, Viv, and- wait. Who was that guy? Just seeing him sent little shivers down her spine. He certainly looked as if he was more willing to act before finding out who he just killed. Or attempted to kill. "Arlo!" She smiled then, giving a soft hello to Viv and hushed when she looked to Ghost. "This lady is lost- looking for husband," she summed up after Shelly's explanation.
Alyona brought her hands to grip at the soft fabric she managed to stuff in her pants pocket and she tyed it in a knot by looking down through her lashes. "Rowan took Wilhelm and Ash back to farm, Ash hurting bad," she explained quickly before casting a small glance to Shelly. "Jamal and i just talking with her." With that, she gave a small shrug of her shoulders and leaned back on one leg and blinked.
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Post by Tals on Aug 14, 2016 8:23:01 GMT -5
OH YEAH OKAY
I REMEMBERED THAT THERE WAS A SUGGESTION FOR SOMETHING TO HAPPEN, BUT I WAS THINKING SOMETHING ALONG THE LINES OF THE WALKING DEAD SEASON 3-4 COULD HAPPEN;
IN CASE YOU DONT WATCH TWD, WHAT HAPPENS IS THIS:
Theres a town not to far from an abandoned prison, and this town is locked and secured. Theyre lead by a man simply known as the Governor, and he isnt a very nice man. He'll kill to get what he wants, lie to his people, and flush out any other group thats near his town to simply get what they have.
Well Rick Grimes (the main protagonist of this show) and his group come across this abandoned prison. They clean it out (the Zombies in this case), and they manage to set up a little established 'base' in this place. They have their own rooms, and theyre beginning to settle in when the Governor finds out theyre there. The Governor attempts to flush them out, however they take the fight to their town to save their people. Things happen, the Governor's town is on fire and the man manages to flee. Well, in season 4 the Governor is back, the prison is thriving with people and it has a farm, its own little livestock and veggies, and it has a school for a few kids and etc. but abt midway of season 4, the Governor comes in after kidnapping two people. Well he manages to kill one of the two, initiating a war between Rick and his people. That being said, everything gets demolished, the Governor is eventually killed and the whole group is split apart.
^ so what if we do something like this? It doesnt have to be a new group, but it could maybe start within the group already formed and it creates trust issues?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 10:31:42 GMT -5
ok here's a jamal! i'll get the others up soon ;; gonna do replies not all at once now so i dont get overwhelmed w em [sweats] i have a lot of charries lol ))
Jamal was lost in a sort of trance as the woman retold her story, and flinched noticeably when she mentioned having a husband. Immediately his mind went to Agnes, too all the notes he'd written her and all the things he'd imagined he'd say if he saw her again, only for the woman to turn up half-complete. A stranger. He shook his head, clearing such thoughts, and gave her a stern look. "You'll find him, I'm sure. We have a farm down east a ways... I'm sure if he's in the area he'll come across it. Hard to miss." He was about to invite her to stay with them for a night, but was interrupted by the appearance of Arlo and Vivi and... A stranger? They both seemed to be carrying along someone new to the group.
Jamal nodded in response to Alyona's story, seeing it as a reasonable sum of events. "We were just trying to find you two... Three? Who's this?" He nodded to the newcomer with a curious look. While some of the other newer members were, for lack of a better word, outcasts, Jamal had done his best to establish himself and remain a trusted figure. It wasn't so hard, as duty and loyalty were both at the front of his mind (when he wasn't hiding away with a migraine, that was). "I... Didn't find much. Things went south pretty fast." He immediately felt guilt biting him at the last admittance, but worked hard to push it away.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 10:45:36 GMT -5
Agnes hadn't even the time to be proud about her good shot, but a silly sort of grin flipped onto her face as soon as Rowan had complimented her. She clicked her tongue with a pistol-esque hand gesture, confirming with faux smugness: "Sharpshooter." She didn't have much time to gloat however, because almost immediately the guy she'd managed to save and one of two standing by them were hugging..? She furrowed her eyebrows, watching the scene with an expression that foretold how little she knew how to deal with their reunion. Did this mean Amelia had lied to them, that she did have a group? Wait, no, she mentioned she hadn't seen him for a year!
Agnes pursed her lips as she listened to their spiel; her first instinct was to tell them the were insane to expect them to house them for the night, threaten the lot, and send them on their way. It would be the safest route, after all. Of course upon glancing to Riley, she bit back such words, deciding to attempt the other young woman's way of handling things. "That sounds good?" She wasn't very sure of herself, and that was clear by her tone. Realizing her shortcomings, she added quickly: "With someone outside keeping watch, of course."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 12:24:02 GMT -5
Wilhelm seemed to sense that Ash wanted to have time to himself away from the strange crowd that was gathering, so reluctantly he complied with getting away with him, despite how curious he genuinely was over what was going down. He was hoping Ash would still be able to somewhat use his feet; despite how thin he was, there was no getting past the fact that he was probably the tallest one at the farm. Will wrapped his arms around and under Ash's, giving him a serious look and saying: "Okay, let's go." before pulling them both to their feet from the picnic table. Lucky for Wilhelm he had a bit of muscle on his end to work with, which was probably the only thing keeping them both upright.
"Christ," he muttered once they were on their way, casting one longing glance to the situation behind him before turning to Ash, and forgetting about it again in an instant. "I'm sure every animal here must hate you. I can't see why: you're way too skinny to be tasty." He grinned cheekily at that, rarely letting up on how bony the other man was. He frowned, looking thoughtful then and added: "Then again, people seem to be after me. Serial murderers and shit it's like a magnet or something." He laughed shortly and grinned at Ash, a sort of affection in his eyes, "So maybe we balance out then. Worst of both worlds."
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Post by paradox on Aug 14, 2016 15:54:07 GMT -5
The acknowledgment between Ghost and Jamal and Alyona didn’t extend both ways as he was far more interested in scrutinizing them than he was greeting them; looking the two up and down through blatant yet silent observation, though he didn’t seem entirely impressed. The relief expressed at the sight of Arlo did not go unnoticed but the unnamed woman recounting her situation replaced it at the front of his thoughts; the mix of desperation and determination in her voice catching his attention, his gaze trailing over to Arlo standing beside him as though something in her words reminded him of the man.
“We didn’t find anyone else in that town over and haven’t seen much else before then, either. If you’d like, then you’re welcome to stay at our own camp in case he happens to pass through the area,” Arlo offered to Shelley after he had received an explanation to the whereabouts of the others, not exactly putting his mind at ease but at least he knew where they were at. “If nothing comes up today, then I can send a couple of my own out people with you to search for him tomorrow morning. I’m sure it’ll be a quicker process with more hands helping.” Quicker process meaning that they’d sooner see this woman leave the area, that is. Even brandishing a harpoon, this woman didn’t seem overly dangerous if only by attitude and mannerisms alone but she seemed more adamant on finding her lost spouse then she was seeking shelter and security – Arlo was already suspecting her to be a new widow, however. If she wasn’t too hampered by grief or the prosthetics replacing her legs then he’d be willing to take her in even though he already had his hands full with his now undead friend.
“That’s my offer, take it or leave it. Either way, we’re heading back now,” Arlo added as he dropped his hand from his waist, away from the pistol there and gave a glance towards those that would certainly be returning with him. While he was anxious to find how this Ash situation had turned out, he was admittedly not looking forward to explaining Ghost to the others, had actively avoided doing so with Jamal’s question. He was planning on getting around to it once things have settled down and he had ensured everything was in check once more, but it was honestly only a childish attempt at procrastination.
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Yep, it was definitely that brat from the city. After the confirmation of his earlier suspicions had set in, Rowan seemed off-put by the sudden outburst from Isaac, wavering over whether to just shoot the man since he so clearly wasn’t expressing any gratitude over his life being explicitly saved. The decision was made for him when the woman whose face was obscured by a gas mask darted after Isaac’s retreating figure and it was only the obvious familiarity between the two that prompted Rowan to lower his rifle, loosening his grip on it with an exasperated expression on his face. The expression hardened as Amelia approached him, disregarding her offered hand in favor of glaring through at eyelets of her gas mask, her request so clearly not approved. While he was only barely meeting this woman, Isaac’s attitude wasn’t exactly winning him over in agreeing to them stay night and Rowan seemed about ready to openly reject the proposal, which was when Agnes spoke up and to his surprise – in agreement to the request. He would have thought that she’d be the one to take his side on the matter and he expressed as such through a glare Agnes’ way that clearly spoke ‘traitor’.
“We don’t make the decisions here, okay?” The reminder seemed to be directed at both the strangers and Agnes, as well. “You and your friends want to stay, then you’re gonna have to appeal to the man in charge whenever he decides to get back from town. Until then I suggest you stay where we can keep an eye on you since the distrust seems mutual,” Rowan turned back towards Amelia, narrowing her eyes at the mention of her not particularly trusting him either. Neither of them seemed exactly like overbearing threats with Sinclaire seeming a bit of a pushover and Isaac appearing to be all bark and no bite but there were three of them now and one stranger was enough to make Rowan uneasy even with the evidence that he shouldn’t be.
Rowan wandered a bit ways from them, turning his attention towards the felled animal and kicking it over with his foot. There was an open gash in the fur of its throat, a fatal injury but not the one that had killed it. With a prod at its head through the use of his rifle, he found what he had expected – a bullet exit wound at the front of its head, right between the eyes. “Now does anyone want to tell me where that second bullet I came from? ‘Cause I didn’t fire it and I’m sure as hell that miss sharpshooter here didn’t either!”
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Quiet carefully climbed down from the trees, sniper rifle hanging from his back and a wary glance over his shoulder at the group gathered on the property of the farm. If he was lucky then the same bullet that had exposed his position would be the same thing that turned out to work in his favor as it had killed the animal that had trespassed onto the camp grounds but he wasn’t exactly hopeful. Tentatively approaching the group, his botte green eyes were restless in searching their expression for any hostility or sign of imminent hostility. The newcomers seemed to have yet be rejected himself and Quiet wondered whether the same would go for him if he acted cautiously and passively enough. He seemed to consider something, a hesitant disposition taking over and he drew his sniper rifle into his gloved hands through gentle movement. Then, glancing upwards to meet their gazes, Quiet began ejecting the remaining bullets in quick succession with one hand. The capsules clattered to the ground, gathering at his boots and until the gun clicked empty.
His eyes fell down to the now useless sniper rifle, a machine that had long since become almost like an extra limb to him; an extension of himself. To give it up would be surrendering to vulnerability and the mercy of those standing before him but it would also open up the opportunity of finally gaining a purpose, a loyal duty to a group of people, something he’s been yearning and searching for ever since the world died away. Without it, Quiet didn’t have much reason to remain and he was willing to give his own security if it meant possibly gaining their trust if he was unarmed. A soft sigh escaped him and Quiet resigned to setting down the sniper rifle on the ground, keeping his eyes on the others as though seeking their approval for the action.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 17:53:16 GMT -5
Ash stumbled a little when he was pulled to his feet, and he ended up putting the bulk of his weight on Wilhelm. Even though it was only his back that had been gored, the shock of it all left him shaking and weak so getting to his feet left him particularly dizzy. He made a face when Wilhelm commented on his skinniness, but ended up laughing all the same. He didn't comment on Wilhelm's second statement about serial killers, focusing on simply limping along towards the house. "We balance out in a lot of ways," he said between labored breaths, managing to grin back at Will. He glanced over his shoulder as they neared the house, frowning at the scene that was taking place. He wasn't too keen on even more strangers joining them, but he supposed it wasn't his decision to make. He preferred to just stay out of the diplomacy that went on between their group of misfits and outsiders.
"See? This one's got some sense in her!" Amelia exclaimed, waving towards Agnes. She would've smiled or maybe winked at the other woman, but seeing as her entire face was obscured there wasn't much point. "And as far as your 'man in charge,' he seriously doesn't have some kind of council in place to make decisions for him while he's away? Pity. But fine, fine. Just know I'm not going to go out of my way to prove myself worthy of the company of a bunch of rogues- even if that pink one is friendly and a couple of you happened to save my pal's life." Amelia regretted the thinly veiled insult as soon as it had left her lips, but at the same time she didn't care too much. She wasn't known for being the friendly sort, and she quite frankly didn't give a hoot about what Rowan thought of her or her companions.
"As far as your second shot, I think that answers your question," she said, nodding towards Quiet. "I don't know him. In fact, never seen him before in my life. But considering he's probably had the chance to shoot all of you in your sleep time and time again, I reckon he's harmless enough." For some reason, she felt the need to speak up for the silent stranger. He had killed the beast after all, and he was probably just like every other person presently on the farm: just trying to get by.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 18:32:21 GMT -5
Almost immediately Agnes regretted her 'change of character'. It seemed to suit Riley and Alyona and Jamal just fine, but for her, she found herself making friends with the enemy and enemies out of her friends. She attempted to bite back a stinging retort toward Rowan, but was unable to as soon as Amelia had mentioned their lack of a 'council' for whatever. "It's not as though he'd say any differently." She hissed to Rowan quietly, although there was shame detected in her words, for the second time that day, which frustrated her to no end.
When Quiet stepped out into view, she held her breath, immediately recognizing the man. The first thing she thought of him as was an enemy, but a quick remembrance to their last meet said otherwise. He'd been the one risking his life to save them back when an enemy group had decided to spray bullets onto them- would they even have their haven without him? Yes. Yes we would. She thought with gritted teeth to herself, the frustration she felt growing to an inconceivable extent.
Agnes raised her weapon, keeping it steadied on Quiet. Of course, when he dropped his own, she couldn't help but to lower the tip of her rifle and stare at him curiously. After Amelia had considered the possibility of him being harmless, she shook her head faintly in disagreement; the silent sharpshooter was the last thing on the planet from harmless- if he wanted, he could gun them all down in seconds- but what made her reconsider her heated stance against him was the way he seemed adamant toward not only not harming them, but keeping them safe. Her eyes trailed down to the beast and it's blown out neck, then toward the bloody hole in it's skull. Anyone with skill like that wasn't to be reckoned with.
Yet despite how many pulsing thoughts were running through her mind, she only settled on voicing one, perhaps the only thought of her's that wasn't in some way pulling toward Rowan nor Riley's very different viewpoints; an unbiased, honest sort of question. "What do you want from us?" She'd even managed to keep malice out of her tone, though it was nevertheless guarded as it always seemed to be around new acquaintances.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 18:46:02 GMT -5
Wilhelm shared a much different sentiment than Ash's, but that was perhaps due to the fact that he was most likely the least guarded person in their strange group. Everyone new weren't strangers to distrust anymore, but rather just new people to get to know; he seemed to hold, in that sense, a sort of optimism with him: that meeting people in this "new world" perhaps wouldn't be so different from the old one, if given the chance.
Then again, this viewpoint was probably why he was left out any diplomatic situations.
Their farm had a few barns, one of which restored into a functioning sort of bedroom. In any normal situation it would be filled with anyone else who slept there, as there were about four beds present, but considering it was the middle of the day and everyone else seemed to be concerned with strange and urgent matters, he was relieved to see it was empty. Heading to the nearest one, he managed to lower Ash onto the mattress while letting out a heave of exhaust afterward. "Jesus where do you keep all that weight?" He grumbled, though of course wasn't truly irritable about any of it.
Will plopped down beside the bed, seeming a little hesitant on doing as much as sitting on the same mattress, still desperately careful not to injure Ash further. His eyes, uncharacteristically soft with emotional exhaust, stared into the air filled with flickering dust against gleams of light, a contemplated look on his face. The look didn't last as soon as he turned to the other man however, and immediately he was grinning lopsidedly and looking pleasant enough, only with the droop of tiredness in his eyes and lips. "Remember when I was beat real bad, and you tried to sleep on the damned floor? You know- back at that one girl's house, the one with the sandwiches." By now his grin had turned toothy, "I swore you made no sense. Probably, you still don't."
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Post by Tals on Aug 14, 2016 19:22:49 GMT -5
Alyona watched the group for a long moment, her head tilting as she listened to the offer. Upon hearing that it was time to move out of the area, she shifted the bag on her shoulder and sent a weary glance in Ghost's direction. Her frame turned and made its slow way down the path that had been travelled not long earlier.
Her footsteps were odd and slightly uneven, but it was easy to walk. Her muscles were just simply sore for the whole time she had been moving. Eyes turning about, the minty gaze took in the surroundings and quiet scufflings of the foot steps behind her. Alyona found herself catching the slightly distant sight of the farm.
A soft noise of excitement escaped her tiny frame as she jogged ahead a bit and grinned ear to ear. However, she was unaware of everything that was currently going on. Despite that, the blonde had turned around and slowly walked backwards. It seemed, that like a child, she was silently asking permission to dart ahead
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 19:33:41 GMT -5
"Yeah, I remember that," Ash said quietly. He was exhausted and already drifting off to sleep the second he hit the bed, so the words that left his mouth were more automatic than anything. He closed his eyes, happy to have a quiet moment that wouldn't be ruined by a mutant. He had been stupid to wander off alone in the first place, he realized this now, but there really wasn't any undoing it at this point.
He laid there, contemplating just how far he had come since meeting Wilhelm and Clementine in that dusty room. He was alone and bitter then, and he vividly recalled threatening to cut Wilhelm's face open at one point. The thought made him laugh a little, and he opened his eyes to glance upwards at his boyfriend. He frowned, however, when he realized Wilhelm was just sort of awkwardly perched on the bed instead of laying next to him. "You can relax, you know," he said, tugging on the other man's sleeve a little.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 20:22:48 GMT -5
Will stared at Ash for a few moments, looking hesitant on joining him there on the bed, as much as he definitely wanted to. The fear as to why was quite clear by the expression on his face, displaying his nervousness in hurting the man with guileless ease. Of course, something else won over, and he scooted back to fall into position next to Ash. He glanced over to the other man, deciding that holding hands (and holding hands only) would certainly be safe enough considering it was a far stretch from getting anywhere close to his back. He curled his fingers around Ash's and lifted both of their hands up so that they could be in-view from where they laid on the bed, his sleepy looking eyes marveling somewhat as both of their fingers seemed to fit together with remarkable perfection.
"I can't believe how long it's been." He admitted, sharing Ash's unspoken thoughts. By then he had stopped looking at their entangled hands and had moved his attention over to his face, a great but unnamed emotion running through him. He couldn't believe that just earlier he had nearly convinced himself that Ash was just as good as dead, so juxtaposed to how they were now, laying down beside each other and mostly content (save for a bit of emotional and physical pain). The most insane part was how little Wilhelm could do about either: Ash dying, Ash living, Ash being next to him, Ash running off- there was really no telling. No telling at all.
Will furrowed his eyebrows at the thought, though the feeling wasn't that bad overall either: it was thankful relief, for at least every moment they got that wasn't filled with the turmoil of every day life in the "new world". And it was this part that made him lean forward and give a soft sort of kiss to Ash; a surprising action perhaps, without any knowledge of his aforementioned thoughts.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 20:39:54 GMT -5
Ash sighed in a happy sort of way, and closed his eyes again. Moments like this were as close as he could get to peaceful, and in a way he had never been as content as this before the apocalypse. It was weird, really, that he could find happiness in the end of days but not during normal day to day life. He felt surprised. Surprised at how well he was doing, surprised that he was still alive, and- in the moment- surprised that Wilhelm had grabbed his hand.
Without opening his eyes, he squeezed Wilhelm's hand tightly. Their hands were both rather bony which didn't make it very comfortable, but their fingers did fit together nicely which was comforting in itself. His surprise grew when Wilhelm leaned over and kissed him, a gesture which he quickly returned. He gingerly placed his free hand on Wilhelm's cheek, not entirely sure what to do with himself as romantic gestures were often lost on him and he found the whole thing strange and unfamiliar. Pleasant, but still strange. After a moment he withdrew, opening his eyes but not meeting Wilhelm's gaze. He knew he was probably blushing, but the thought didn't bother him much at the time.
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