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Post by floruit on Dec 18, 2016 23:35:44 GMT -5
BREAKING NEWS!!! (alternatively: what is currently going on in the roleplay, for those who want to join without reading through the whole rp)
- Reina accidentally stumbles into the gas station where Carey was spending the night. He takes her weapons but allows her to stay. Shortly afterwards, Isak and an injured Flint arrive just as Carey was claiming he had a group, they were just elsewhere in the city. The three men go with the lie and pretend to know each other. Reina is accepted into this fake group, which means it has to stick together at least until they decide to reveal the lie.
- The new group decides to find a more permanent place to stay and moved to a nearby suburb. Flint is having serious withdrawals from some drugs he's been on for awhile (he avoids giving out more details than that) and is having a rough time. Nathaniel, who is living nearby, notices activity in the neighborhood and goes to see what's going on. He expresses interest in joining the group, or at least pooling all their resources. He is reluctantly allowed to join, though Isak and Reina don't like him very much. Shortly afterwards, a stray zombie wanders into the backyard and is shot by Reina. This pushes the group to start improving the barricade around the house.
- Roughly a month passes. The weather improves, and although it's still cold, travel into nearby areas is no longer so dangerous. This means supply runs for the group will be much easier, but it's also possible new survivors might show up in the city.
- New survivors do in fact show up in the city. Some, like Tabby and Court, just wander around the city trying to have a good time. Others do not. Natalia meets Reina and Nathaniel, generously decides not to shoot them, then starts displaying interest in joining their group. Emil, Flint's father, effectively ruins both Flint's and Carey's day before being murdered by Carey, "a homosexual", who is easily one of the least murderous people in the group. He would argue that he had a damn good reason for doing it, but luckily no one has questioned him about it because no one knows what happened.
The world started crumbling about six months ago. Few saw it coming, but who really expects the apocalypse to happen in their own lifetime? Especially an apocalypse that could have been taken straight from the plot of some B-grade sci-fi film. One day individuals in large cities were being admitted to hospitals in a state of delirium, looking like freshly dead corpses. A week later panic had pushed people to flee to the countryside, and the disease began propagating there as well. A month after that, uninfected survivors were cowering in bunkers and barricaded houses, wondering how things had fallen apart so quickly. Let's get one thing straight: the disease didn't appear out of nowhere. It was a weapon engineered for a purpose, although no one is certain who unleashed it and why. Most agree that, whatever its purpose, the effect it had was far greater than anyone anticipated, even though the zombies disappeared in a few months. Rotting flesh can't hold up to the elements or to eager scavengers, and there are only so many people to infect. Now the survivors need to worry about what the disease left in its wake: human settlements torn apart by the initial panic, aggressive animals who have learned that humans are good sources of meat, and people who realized the collapse of society means that no one can stop them from doing whatever they want.
hello, all! i'm new to this forum, but i used to hang around the wcf quite a lot. you can ask me about my old accounts if you'd like, but i imagine i'm not especially well known. i recently finished with my finals and started feeling nostalgic about all the old jump in rps i used to do, so here we are! here is some information you may want to know: ★ this is a pretty standard post-apocalyptic rp. humanity is in pieces and there were zombies in recent memory, although the disease has basically burnt itself out and is not actively spreading because zombies can only last a few weeks. if you have any questions about the setting that aren't addressed somewhere in this post, just ask me! ★ my posts normally fall in the 200-800 word range, but i like matching post length. don't be too concerned about post length if you join this, though, provided your post gives other people enough to reply to. ★ keep content within what the rules allow for and within the range of what people are comfortable with. the setting is pretty gruesome, but there's no need for graphic depictions of anything. some notes on the setting: - Cities and other formerly densely populated areas should ideally be left alone. Most of them were left in chaos due to the mass panics that happened before things really fell apart. They can offer a lot of supplies and good locations base camps, but navigating streets full of wrecked cars and buildings that have been barricaded shut isn't exactly easy. Also, gangs of survivors who are aggressive toward outsiders and feral animals in search of easy meals are not uncommon.
- Most survivors would have been in rural areas when the zombies disease first showed up. The more people in the vicinity, the greater the chance of being infected.
- Cars are still perfectly functional, but most highways are so clogged with vehicles they're useless. Your best bet is getting something that can handle off-road driving. In cities, very few of the roads are functional, and using a vehicle will alert everyone in the area of your presence. It's safer to walk.
- Because the zombie virus was intended to wipe out a large percentage of the population, the survival rate is negligible. Surviving characters didn't recover from the disease, they just avoided being exposed.
INDEPENDENT CHARACTERSCarey Vincent -- 26 -- floruit A young man who should be less trusting, all things considered. A little less than six feet tall and lanky. Has messy, wavy black hair that he’s been trimming himself for the past few months (his attempts ranging from somewhat decent to truly abysmal), olive skin, and hazel eyes. Trained in medicine and carries a variety of medical supplies with him, which have been incredibly helpful in the past few months. Nathaniel Eldridge -- 34 -- floruit A tired, serious man who is vaguely surprised he’s made it this far. He has well-groomed dark hair that has grown out past his ears, grey-blue eyes, fair skin, and angular features. Stands at 5’10”. He dresses stylishly in muted colors, because he deserves one nice thing for surviving the apocalypse. Keeps a very nice pistol where he can easily get to it, just in case. Reina Brookes -- 20 -- Rivermagic Reina stands at five feet and four inches, clearly not much of a threat when considering that she is also lacking in muscular strength and definition. Her figure is more frail, birdlike, and slim. Her hair is black, short, messy, and is more like a boy's than anything else. She is extremely pale, and has ice blue eyes. She tends to cover up her face and head with a gray beanie and a red scarf, so most of the time, plus she has a heavy, baggy, black jacket, it can be tricky to identify her gender when looking at a glance. She comes from a Hispanic and Korean background, but it much more fluent in Spanish. Flintlock Darling -- 24 -- borderline A pretty face on a lean-muscled, well-trained body, Flintlock (he prefers 'Flint') is of a military background with firearm experience due to family business on the side. Honestly, this is his element. He's not exactly tall at 5'5''-5'6'' - likely the former, but he won't admit it. He has fair skin with freckles over his nose and cheeks, tousled black hair that's cut shorter at the back in an undercut, and true grey eyes with dark limbal lines, making them the most striking part of his appearance. He has an industrial piercing in his left ear and wears black clothing - his bomber jacket is one of his most prized possessions. He's in a group with Isak Landvik. Isak Landvik -- 18 -- borderline Light and lean, 5'8'', Isak is just below average height and he doesn't mind that. He has thick brown-blond hair that he keeps under a beanie most of the time, and green-hazel eyes that seem rather warm. His faceclaim is Tarjei Sandvik Moe. He was a psychology student before the end of the world and has a good enough experience that he can generally psychoanalyse people - though his entire family consists of psychologists and such, so it's not a surprise. He's originally from Norway and retains a heavy accent, since he only moved to the US for college. Look how that turned out. He's in a group with Flintlock Darling. Courtney "Court" Dahl -- 27 -- LeopardHeart A woman standing at 5'4" with butterscotch skin, sharp hazel eyes, a bright smile, freckles on her cheeks, and long messy dark brown hair that is parted in a way that makes it sometimes hang in her right eye. Her hair is so long that it actually still reaches her lower waist when tied into a high ponytail. She's quite thin in appearance with her long legs making her look even smaller. Her thin appearance emphasizes the lack of strength she has compared to other people. However, she makes up for it in quickness. She's smaller so she can fit into smaller spaces and move slightly faster than some other people. A long scar rests on her left arm from the top of her shoulder to end just before the knuckle of her middle finger. It twists in an ugly and mangled shape. The scar, when it reaches her forearm, wraps around her arm until it reaches the end of her hand in a point. Court is known for her kindness, patience, and sense of humor but also her very bad temper if truly angered. She is fierce in battle, hardly ever gives up, and has no tolerance for unnecessary behavior. People have described her as quiet because sometimes she doesn't speak during conversations. She's really just a watcher. A person who watches, gathers all the information necessary before giving her input. Though she's not usually, she can become deadly serious. Emil Darlington - 54 years old - borderline Too old for this and tired of having to survive, Emil is a widower and has lost all but one of his children. He's tall, towering most at 6'5'' and he has darkly tanned skin, though he will quite firmly state that he is white. He's very Texan, very close-minded, and rejects his Latino roots. He's not a nice man, religious and convinced that this is, in a way, a rapture, and that those who aren't gone (including himself) are sinners. He has stony grey eyes and dark brown hair, and a weathered face. Natalia Stantin -- 39 -- Rivermagic Natalia stands at five feet and seven inches, and has long, dark red hair that she keeps up in a braid. Her eyes are a storm grey, plus she has defined cheekbones and noticeable scars across her face. She had been in the military, which is the reason she has a high-grade sniper gun. She wears a long trench coat to store her ammunition, and carries a large staff which is strapped behind her back. Since she is a very haughty and headstrong individual, and that doesn't help since she comes from a Russian background, her accent is especially thick. It's safe to say that she is a certified bad*ss who will not hesitate to kill if it benefits her. Then again, she had been conditioned to be like that from a young age, with that comes the potential to have PTSD. Tabitha Alburn - 19 - broken Tabby has bright blue eyes and long blonde hair with side swept bangs. She mostly wears a solid colored shirt with a black leather jacket, black skinny jeans, and laced-up white heeled boots with a solid colored beanie. She is also Short (five foot five), and possesses a voluptuous figure. Tabitha's personality appears to be cold and rude. She is hotheaded, loud spoken and says what she thinks without any regard to the consequences. Due to her short temper, she is energetically aggressive with people in general. Despite this, she also has a soft side. Tabby is very convinced of her feelings, and most of her actions reflect the emotions she feels. She is also very perceptive of other's emotions, and tries to cheer them up in her own way. Alejandro "Alex" Martinez -- 21 -- Singularity Alex is a full-blooded Hispanic, having moved from Mexico with his family to the United States early in his youth. His primary language is Spanish and a lot of it sneaks into his English. He had a troubled youth and did a lot of things he shouldn't have, but an accident forced a change of heart and he got a job with the police. Alejandro is a former police officer in a local K-9 unit. He helped whelp, raise, and train several litters of puppies and worked in the field with the dogs his station kept. Timber is his third partner but also the one he bonded with best. When the end of the world came, his dog helped to keep him alive and in turn he protected her. The two now have an irreplaceable bond and complete trust in each other. Alex is average in both height and weight, with a lean build and dark tan skin. His hair is a dark brown, almost black, and fairly messy and disheveled given his circumstances. He has several tattoos on his arms and back. A photorealistic rose adorns his right bicep, with the red of the rose dripping off it like blood or paint, with the thorns exaggerated. A snake intertwines with the stem. His other arm is completely covered in a sleeve made up of Mayan and Aztec inspired designs, and this sleeve winds up over his upper back and his shoulder, ending halfway up his neck. He has strong facial features but soft brown eyes. He may appear intimidating and can be gruff at first, but his quietness is really because he's pretty bad at talking to people. He has a Colt .45 revolver from his time in the force as well as a switchblade. Alex has a slight limp in his left leg, a consequence of the accident mentioned earlier. It doesn't effect his running or walking speed too much but it can be painful to run or walk for long periods of time. Timber -- 5 -- Singularity Timber is Alejandro's ex-police dog and partner. She is a Belgian Malinois, similar to a German Shepard but somewhat smaller and lighter, with a light fawn color to her fur and black mask. She was originally trained as a search dog, able to distinguish and track certain smells such as those of drugs, explosives, and cadavers and alert her handler before tracking and finding the source of the smell. Now her sense of smell and obedience serve well in the apocalypse, with her acute sense of smell helping to detect zombies as well as find food and drugs for medical supplies. Her training also includes an attack command, and when necessary she can fight more ferociously than any human could with tooth and claw. She is a very smart dog and despite her intimidating appearance, really likes people and snuggles and squeaky toys. She still has her work harness, a black vest that clips on over her chest and back that has 'POLICE K9' printed in white letters on both sides. Alex has modified it considerably with extra straps, buckles, velcro strips, and pouches, attach with thread and needle, superglue, or duct tape- whatever he can find. This way he can attach stuff to her if he needs to carry something.
GROUPSFlint, Isak, Carey and Reina are a confirmed group and are currently sharing a house. Nathaniel is also part of their group, but he lives elsewhere for the time being.
Honestly, he shouldn't have taken a risk like this. Carey had lasted this long by being smart, and it wasn't smart to go explore an unfamiliar area when it was snowing and all the sensible people were supposed to be holed up in a nice, warm building next to a fire. Still, he was running low on supplies, and he had already taken everything salvageable from the nice little farmhouse he had been staying at. He needed to find a new place to spend the winter, and the outskirts of a city sounded appealing. He couldn’t spend the whole of December moving from small town to small town—he’d get caught by some hungry feral dogs, or break a leg and die from exposure. It was safer to find somewhere with enough supplies to get him through to February. Then the weather would be nicer, and he could return to his usual strategy of never staying in one place for more than a few weeks. For now, he needed to find a place he could wait out this snowstorm. Anywhere with some food and blankets would do. Apartments might work, but then he would have to break into a room. A department store would be better. “Why does the snow get heavier just when I need to find things?” he muttered bitterly, lifting an arm to shield his face from the wind. His hands and feet hurt from the cold, but he knew that was far better than not feeling them at all. Frost bite was no joke, and he wasn’t going to survive the apocalypse just to get done in by some bad weather. After a few minutes of wandering blindly, he spotted a building he assumed was a supermarket. That was promising! He could make himself a nest out of blankets and pass out straight away. Maybe there would even be some non-canned food that was still good to eat! “If there’s an employee break room, they might have a couch I could sleep on. That beats sleeping on the floor by a—oh. Yeah, so much for that.” It was a gas station. He couldn’t wait to spend the night on a cold, vaguely sticky floor that had seen god knows what. Whatever. At least it would be warmer than outside. He pulled open the glass door and hurried inside, relieved to find that the place looked fairly untouched. Nice. At least he could soothe his disappointment with some chips and candy. But, before that, he needed to get a fire going. Carey took one look at the sad wooden chair sitting behind the counter and decided it would make for good firewood. He carried it to the center of the store, pushing the shelves out of the way to make a barrier around it. There. Hopefully the fire wouldn’t be obvious from outside. He hadn’t seen other humans for quite a few weeks now, but it paid to be careful. Sighing, he settled down beside the chair it with his lighter and some newspaper. --- It was cold. Why was it always so cold? Nathaniel groaned sleepily and sat up, a blanket pulled tightly around his shoulders. The fire had burned down and pale grey light was coming in from a crack in the blinds. He must have slept the full night without waking up. That was unusual, but he wasn’t complaining. He got out of bed slowly, dragging his bedding with him. “Alright, you’re up. You’re going to make breakfast and go look for other people in the area, because stores keep getting raided. If there are other people, you want them to know that you aren’t hostile so they don’t kill you,” he said softly, throwing a few more pieces of flammable junk onto the embers. The fire was still weak, but it was good enough to heat up breakfast. “Finding other people will be beneficial. It will make survival easier. And you won’t have to keep talking to yourself to make up for the lack of social interaction. It makes you look like you’ve given up on behaving in a societally acceptable manner, but it actually helps you concentrate and keeps you sane. You know this. You’re explaining it to yourself so you don’t feel mind numbingly bored while you heat up you’re breakfast. This is completely normal. The referring to yourself in second person is slightly odd, though. You’re not entirely certain why you started doing that.” He was getting tired of hearing his own voice, but when you hadn’t talked to another person in ages you took what you could get. He ate his breakfast in silence, wondering where other people in the area might be staying. There were quite a few of empty motels in the next few miles, plus plenty stores that wouldn’t be difficult to live in. From the sound of it, the weather outside wasn’t great, but anything was better than sitting inside all day with nothing to do. He dressed slowly, lingering by the fire as long as possible, then grabbed his bag and headed out into the storm.
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Post by floruit on Dec 18, 2016 23:37:50 GMT -5
i think i may pass out soon but i wanted to get this posted!! so to all interested, if i don't reply to your post tonight i will whenever i can tomorrow.
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 18, 2016 23:44:50 GMT -5
It was only a matter of time before Carey got interrupted. At least it wasn't by one of those abominations. Reina Brookes was tired, cold, and hungry. Who wouldn't be after dealing with these kinds of elements? She stumbled slightly as she was looking around the supermarket for a moment or two. The young woman didn't think that in her twenty years, she would be having to find solace in a gas station. She grit her teeth while prodding the door and trying to slip on in. Of course there was another person there. She tensed up at the sight of the man before she set down her small pocket knife and held her hands up defensively and to show that she was really no threat to him. It wasn't like he couldn't see that. She was pale as the snow itself, skinny, frail, and her hair was covered by a gray beanie, which covered her dark messy, boyish, hair up. She was tempted to pull her coat around herself, but she knew it was better not to move until he said something. "I'm just here to find shelter." she said quietly.
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Post by floruit on Dec 19, 2016 0:35:18 GMT -5
Carey jolted up as someone opened the glass doors, his hand flying to his backpack in search of a weapon. His hand had just closed around the handle of a knife when he realized the person who had just entered wasn't trying to attack him. He watched her silently for a few moments, not moving as she put down her pocket knife and lifted her hands. Okay, so she wasn't going to try and fight him. Good. He could handle this.
"Alright, that's fine. I don't want to have to hurt anyone," he said, the relief in his voice obvious. "Do you have a bag? If you do, I'm going to need you to slide it over to me, along with that knife. I need to make sure you aren't carrying any weapons. It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that it's not a good idea to trust anyone , you know?"
He felt vaguely guilty asking her to give him all her belongings before allowing her to come sit near the fire and warm up. She looked like she had been through a lot in the past months, and his first instinct was to sit her down and give her some food and water, not interrogate her. Still, he'd rather be guilty than dead. "You can wait out the storm here and take whatever food you like, but I need to be completely sure you're not going to kill me first. Sound fair?" He smiled faintly, hoping his tone was coming off as reassuring. He had gotten rusty at talking people down from panicking. Honestly, he had gotten rusty at talking to people period.
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 19, 2016 0:57:30 GMT -5
floruitReina was stunned that he thought that a little pipsqueak like her would be capable of actually attacking him. She couldn't blame him too much, zombies came in all shapes and sizes anyway. Even children could be a threat. She stared at him numbly with her ice blue eyes before she reluctantly took off her backpack and slid it over to him with the pocketknife following after it. If he opened it, he would find a taser, pepper spray, and a simple handgun. It wasn't like she was going to trust him enough to tell him. If he was desperate, he would find out on his own. She looked away from him before she bothered to keep her jacket tightly around herself. She was desperate for warmth and this was as good as she was going to get. "Sounds fair." She whispered back to him as she cautiously walked towards the start of the fire and slowly sat near it before letting out a shaky sigh. She needed to be able to enjoy some form of company while it lasted. "You all by yourself?" she asked while avoiding looking at him. Of course she was terrified of him in a sense. He could easily overpower her since she only stood at five feet and four inches. She had no idea what to even try talking about in the first place. Maybe then she would just have to try calming herself down until she let out a long sigh. She glanced to a bottle of water and was tempted to stand, but her legs felt like lead, with no chance of even wanting to move.
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Post by floruit on Dec 19, 2016 1:32:54 GMT -5
[ yo river, when you can you should write out a quick bio for reina! ]
Carey took the backpack and began going through it meticulously, setting aside the weapons and replacing everything else. The girl was better prepared than he was, at least as far as weapons went, but that was understandable. He was a good deal taller than she was, and all the exercise he had done in the past few months had given him some muscle. He still wasn't strong enough that he wouldn't have to worry about getting seriously injured if he ever got in a fight with someone, but no one had threatened him recently. The closest he had gotten to an actual fight in the past few months was that one time someone shot at him a few times, probably because he looked like a zombie at a distance. He didn't have to worry about that so much now. He hadn't spotted one of those monsters in a month or two.
He put the weapons aside and slid the girl's backpack and pocket knife across the floor. "You can have your other weapons back when you leave. The knife is fine. You can't use it from a distance, and I assume you'll be able to rest easier knowing you can stab me if you absolutely have to. I'd rather you not, though. And, in the interest of fairness, I have a knife and a pistol as well. I'll be keeping them with me, in case someone else who isn't so friendly comes along," he said, looking out into the storm as he spoke.
When he turned back to the girl, he realized she was shivering. He should definitely do something about that. Carey started feeling around for something in his backpack. "And, um, you look cold. So you can have this as well." He tossed her a blanket. "As for your question, I'm not alone, but the rest of my group is in other parts of the town right now."
The lie came to him quickly, and his smile didn't falter as he told it. She would be less likely to try something stupid or violent if she thought he had friends in the area. Still, the guilt was still there. Time to move on. "Are you hungry? Or thirsty? I can get you something. I've only been walking for part of the day, and you look like you haven't been able to rest in weeks."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2016 9:15:09 GMT -5
Flintlock Darling - 24 - borderline A pretty face on a lean-muscled, well-trained body, Flintlock (he prefers 'Flint') is of a military background with firearm experience due to family business on the side. Honestly, this is his element. He's not exactly tall at 5'5''-5'6'' - likely the former, but he won't admit it. He has fair skin with freckles over his nose and cheeks, tousled black hair that's cut shorter at the back in an undercut, and true grey eyes with dark limbal lines, making them the most striking part of his appearance. He has an industrial piercing in his left ear and wears black clothing - his bomber jacket is one of his most prized possessions. He's in a group with Isak Landvik.
Isak Landvik - 18 - borderline Light and lean, 5'8'', Isak is just below average height and he doesn't mind that. He has thick brown-blond hair that he keeps under a beanie most of the time, and green-hazel eyes that seem rather warm. His faceclaim is Tarjei Sandvik Moe. He was a psychology student before the end of the world and has a good enough experience that he can generally psychoanalyse people - though his entire family consists of psychologists and such, so it's not a surprise. He's originally from Norway and retains a heavy accent, since he only moved to the US for college. Look how that turned out. He's in a group with Flintlock Darling.
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"Har du en plan?" Isak asked, arms crossed and head ducked against the cold. The snow was not an unfamiliar thing to him; Norway had brutal Winters, but this was...something about it felt wrong. He had no warm place to go back to, no burning fire or close friends to stick close. All he had was Flint, and he was more of a mentor in survival than anything else.
"Eh," his companion tilted his head lightly, gaze focused forward. "I think we should find shelter from this cold. We've made good progress already."
The two had initially bonded over knowing Norwegian - but whereas Flint specialised in understanding, Isak was entirely fluent. At first, when they'd had a larger group, it had been their way of communicating in the vaguest way possible. Flint would always reply in English - it was just his thing.
"Er du ikke kanadiske?"
"No. That's just my accent. I'm Texan."
"Løgner! Du trenger ikke høres Texan."
Flint shot him a firm look to drop it, before perking up at the sight of what could've been a supermarket, but was more likely a gas station. He gestured to it to show Isak where he was heading and began forward.
"I don't sound it because my mom was Canadian. Drop it, Norwegian," he reached over to flick the kid's ear lightly, a fond smile on his face. Despite making an irritated face, Isak did drop it. It was best not to tease Flint too much, as he'd seen what the man could do to another. It wasn't pretty, but he did what he needed to survive.
They entered without much of a fanfare, quiet and cold (Flint was shivering; Isak was fine). It only took them a moment to realise that there was a fire and people (Flint was quick to catch on to someone talking about their group being in separate parts of the town; he could play on that).
"Er du fortsatt blør?" Isak whispered, and when Flint checked underneath his coat, winced, and nodded, he pulled the shorter man closer and looped his arm around him, pulling them both gently towards the possible source of rest. They were quiet about it, treading lightly so as not to draw too much attention. Flint, however, winced at the pulling and reopening of another wound, and simply followed along.
"We mean no harm," said the Norwegian in his heavily-accented tone, eyebrows pulled up and eyes widened, "but we need help."
Simple. To the point. Flint looked away and kept his eyes half-closed - partly from pain, partly from sleepiness. When had he slept last? He made sure that Isak got all the sleep, since he was younger, but he hadn't expected to suddenly feel so worn down when he wasn't tense and alert. Instead of taking over with the speech as he usually did, he leaned a little heavier against his companion.
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Post by floruit on Dec 19, 2016 14:36:58 GMT -5
Carey had already gotten up in preparation of getting the girl some food and water, hoping that she would feel more at ease once she wasn't so hungry or so cold. He didn't want her to be afraid of him, but there wasn't much he could do about it. A healthy fear was a good thing to have when the world had fallen apart. Being too trusting could end with you getting seriously hurt. He had done his best to get rid of his tendency to assume that other people had good intentions, but he hadn't completely succeeded. If he had, he wouldn't have let a strange girl share his shelter. But he had already made that decision, and he certainly wasn't going to kick her out now.
He had just gotten a bottle of water and a few candy bars to give to the girl when the sound of the wind grew louder for a moment and two men entered. He stiffened for a moment, ready to go for his gun, then realized one of them seemed to be injured. And he had said the rest of his group was nearby... Hopefully they had heard that bit.
"Thank god you two are back! I was starting to get worried," he said, putting the water and candy bars down beside the girl before hurrying to meet the two men. "The girl doesn't mean any harm either. I took her weapons when she first came in, and she's going to wait out the storm with us. But what happened to you? Are you alright?" Carey was talking hurriedly, hoping that if he didn't give the others time to respond they would play along.
"Come in and sit down by the fire. There's plenty of food and water here, in case you didn't find much while you we're out looking for supplies. Give the girl, er..." Oh. He had never asked for her name. "Give her some space. She still has a pocket knife with her. As for you," he waved his hand at Flint, "let me get my first aid kit. I'm sure I can fix you up fairly quickly."
Alright. Back to the fire to get his medical supplies from his backpack. As he was laying them out on the floor, he realized he hadn't mentioned his name yet. That was important if he wanted to pretend that these strangers knew him. "Sorry for not introducing myself sooner. I'm Carey," he said, casually directing his comment at the girl. "Who are you?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2016 14:46:01 GMT -5
Neither of them betrayed their surprise at their plan being used by the other man, but Isak simply smiled quietly and gently sat Flint down, helping the young man unzip his jacket. While Isak was gentle in peeling away the once-white shirt from Flint's wounds, Flint focused his gaze on the man whom had introduced himself as Carey, then looked to the girl and smiled gently.
"I'm Flint and this is Isak. Oh," he blinked owlishly at Carey, "we found some water, but that was about him. A bit of ammo - which can definitely come in handy. It's in my bag."
He took off his messenger bag and pushed it towards Carey - a discreet invitation to check the weaponry there and disarm him. He doubted that someone who needed a group as an excuse to not be attacked would attack him in return.
"Flint," Isak murmured, "du har blødd gjennom."
"Right, right," Flint batted away the younger man's hands gently and focused on pulling off the soaked-through bandages, poking at the wound underneath. It was thick and jagged - a wound from a crazy man with a sword. Last night had been an adventure. Either way, it seemed that he'd reopened the wound by popping his stitches, which, he remembered, was probably the intense pain a few moments earlier. He was a genius at survival, really, he was incredible. He poked at it momentarily before moving on to look at the smaller wounds around it, but they were fine. It was just one major one. No big deal.
Isak, however, looked like he was going to be sick.
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 19, 2016 15:00:58 GMT -5
floruit (when you say bio, you mean write up a quick backstory for her? I figure I should clarify) Reina Brookes - 20 - Rivermagic Reina stands at five feet and four inches, clearly not much of a threat when considering that she is also lacking in muscular strength and definition. Her figure is more frail, birdlike, and slim. Her hair is black, short, messy, and is more like a boy's than anything else. She is extremely pale, and has ice blue eyes. She tends to cover up her face and head with a gray beanie and a red scarf, so most of the time, plus she has a heavy, baggy, black jacket, it can be tricky to identify her gender when looking at a glance. She comes from a Hispanic and Korean background, but it much more fluent in Spanish. Reina stared at him for the longest time, and a smile soon came to her lips when he tossed her the blanket. Of course she unfolded it and wrapped it around herself as if her life depended on it. She looked down and wrapped her scarf a little more around her neck and lower face before she tensed up as she came back into reality. Low and behold, there were two other men here to share the space. A part of her wanted them to go, but she knew that there was strength in numbers. But one of the men looked like he was going to be sick. Was he infected? No... His friend couldn't be that stupid in keeping him around for that long. She straightened a little bit and scooted away from them for the sake of being cautious. Just because there was strength in numbers, it didn't mean she had to enjoy it so much. "Reina." she said to them before she looked down at her feet while she kept the blanket tight around her. So these were the men that were a part of his group? They seemed pretty formidable. She let out a long sigh before she bit her pale lips from under her scarf. At least they really couldn't see how scared and tense... Oh, wait, they probably could.
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Post by floruit on Dec 19, 2016 15:43:39 GMT -5
[ no, the description you just wrote out is what i needed! thank you. ill add them all to the first post in a second. ]
Carey was relieved to find that both of the newcomers—Flint and Isak—we're playing along well. Reina didn't seem to suspect anything. He took Flint's bag and sifted through it, setting aside the weapons inside along with the ammo and water he had mentioned before passing it back. "You all can help yourself to anything in the store. Most of it isn't worth carrying, but it's still a nice change of pace from canned food."
While he talked, he was sorting through his supplies to find gauze, sutures, bandages, and anything else he thought would be helpful. He was slightly more relaxed now that he was doing something he was familiar with. He had gotten rather adept at doing this sort of thing in the early months before he went off on his own.
As he pulled on some gloves, he turned to Flint with a curious expression. "So, how exactly did you get a gaping hole in your side?" he asked, motioning for Flint to come closer to the fire so he could see better. While he was waiting for the explanation, Carey looked to Reina and Isak to see how they were dealing with the blood. The girl still looked somewhat frightened, but he assumed that was more because of the situation, not the blood. the young man, on the other hand, didn't look so good. "Are you alright with this, Isak? You don't have to watch."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2016 15:53:19 GMT -5
Though Flint inclined his head to Reina politely, Isak didn't follow his lead.
"Crazy man with a sword," said Flint, in an extremely serious tone. He pushed himself to his feet and moved closer to the fire, before sitting down once again and crossing his legs, tilting his head back to look at Carey with raised eyebrows. "Kept yelling about us being figments of his imagination and that if he hit us enough times, we'd go back to hell, or something. I dunno. He was hitting us with the handle of the sword until he got the bright idea to try to slash us to ribbons. No biggie."
He made a vague shrugging gesture and blinked his eyes a few times to keep himself awake.
Isak made a displeased sound and looked at Flint for help, but the older man was preoccupied with watching Carey. This meant he was on his own to make decisions, so he stood up and sighed heavily, looking around the store for a few moments before looking down at his feet.
"I'll be okay," he said, "I just won't pay attention to whatever you're doing."
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 19, 2016 16:10:55 GMT -5
Reina gathered up some courage to actually move over and kneel beside the rest of the man. Her eyes studied the wound for a moment or two before she was pursing her lips softly. She remembered her mom yelling at her to not be careless and stagnant. It made her jolt a little bit before she actually stood up, despite her legs screaming in protest.
"We'll need to clean it as best we can without disturbing the blood, that will be the thing that helps it clot." she said softly while she was wringing her fingers tightly while trying to study the wound some more. A part of her was growing more and more curious with the whole thing. Her eyes gleamed a little more before she soon sighed a little bit.
She tried to rack her brains for anything else that they would need. "What were you doing out there, scavenging?" she asked softly while she fiddled with her beanie.
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Post by floruit on Dec 19, 2016 16:55:49 GMT -5
Carey grimaced. "What happened to crazy sword guy? He's not still in the area, is he? Because I really don't want to stay here if this area has already been claimed by sword wielding maniacs." He was talking about it as if his opinion actually mattered to anyone else in the room, but he supposed it helped keep up the lie that he was part of the group.
He shifted over as the girl moved close, letting her get a good look at the wound. He was surprised to find she seemed to have a pretty good idea of what she was talking about. "Absolutely right!" He beamed at Reina. "We'll clean it, stitch it up, and wrap it. We'll need to keep changing the bandages and be sure that it doesn't get infected, but since you're able to walk, I can promise you he didn't puncture anything." That made things much easier on him. He certainly wasn't eager to do any type of surgery. Carey had basic training in most things, but there was a big difference between understanding the basic concepts of surgery and actually performing one. Plus, getting a sterile environment would be almost impossible.
"Also, before I start cleaning up the wound, do you want anything for pain? You've been dealing with it well so far, but I have plenty of meds that will help with pain." He really hoped Flint wasn't going to claim that the pain wasn't bad enough to warrant medicine. It pained him to watch others suffer when he could do something about it. "I think I picked up some local anesthetic at the last hospital I went to. That won't make you drowsy, and it will kick in fairly quickly. You're not allergic to anything like that, are you?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2016 17:01:46 GMT -5
"Nah, not scavenging," Flint gave an amused smile to Reina. "Looking for him," he gave a vague gesture to Carey, "found him, now. We went a little farther than we meant to, though. The crazy sword guy wasn't really in this area, we ran into him...last night, I think."
He glanced to Isak, who nodded confirmation from where he sat quietly, staring at the fire.
"Yeah. He wasn't in this area - probably the other end of the city, if he's still alive. Probably cut his own arm off by now, he was absolutely nuts," he gave a quiet laugh before considering Carey's words carefully, eyebrows pulling down. "Uh, nah, I can handle the pain. It's not really that bad, and I have something beautiful to distract myself so that's great," he gave a grin as he shifted his weight slightly, "I'm not allergic to anything like that. Unless you're planning on giving me shellfish or attacking me with hornets, we're good to go. I really don't need anything for the pain, though."
Flint's tone was gentle but firm. He really could handle the pain; he'd been hurt multiple times and had had to push past the pain and focus on surviving, and it was helpful to have someone who actually seemed to know what he was doing. That was definitely a bonus.
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 19, 2016 17:16:03 GMT -5
@borderline floruit Reina was glad for the praise as for what to do for the injury. At least there wouldn't be anything too bad about the procedure. Carey looked like he knew what he was doing, so she could only hope that he was true to his word. The last thing they all needed was to have infection and all hell to break loose. She pursed her pale lips a little more as she was trying to keep herself focused on the task at hand. A slight smile came to her features as Flint gave her the compliment...or she assumed it was for her since she figured that he wouldn't call Carey "beautiful" unless he swung that way. Of course that would have been fine by her. It wasn't like she was seeking to have a significant other. She shook her head and let out a huff before she looked to Carey. "I can clean up the needles." she offered. Hopefully he had the needed materials for stitches. Then she glanced to Flint before chuckling, "You're lucky I have a thing for edgy guys with undercuts and pretty eyes." she said, glad her red scarf was hiding the lower part of her face, which included the space of her nose and to her chin. He wouldn't be able to see her smiling or smirking.
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Post by floruit on Dec 19, 2016 17:47:19 GMT -5
"I'm sorry for inadvertently getting you attacked by some rando with a sword. At least you got some water and ammo out of the experience, though. Not that I think a stab wound is equivalent to a few bottle of water and some bullets." A home cooked meal and a hot bath, though. Now that was something he would willingly get stabbed for.
"Hey, no flirting while the doctor is working. You don't want me to get distracted while I'm suturing you up. And I'm going to trust that you don't need anything to help with the pain, but if that changes I need you to let me know," he said firmly, pouring a bit of rubbing alcohol onto a piece of gauze. He wiped away some of the clotted blood carefully, not wanting to use any more pressure than was strictly necessary. "Tell me if things start to hurt more than they should reasonably as well."
Carey continued cleaning the wound methodically, frowning slightly when he realized the wound was slightly deeper than it first appeared. "By the way, Reina, you can use the rubbing alcohol to clean off the equipment once I finish with it. Everything I have right now is in sterile packaging, but I don't know when I'll be able to get more, so cleaning everything instead of throwing it out is a good idea."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2016 17:52:25 GMT -5
"Oh, man," Flint's gaze flicked to Reina again and he blinked sheepishly, eyebrows pulling up with a nervous smile. "I was talking to my boyfriend. Sorry. But good to know you think my eyes are pretty."
His grin was mischievous, now, and he refocused on Carey. He watched the cleaning with some interest, though...really, he'd never thought about becoming a doctor or healer or whatever they'd call it now the world was over. It was just one of those things he was used to other people doing. He was much better at hitting people really hard in the face and running. Those were his best skills.
"Uh, will do! It doesn't hurt more at the moment, but hey! Maybe that's just how numb I am from the damn cold," he wrinkled his nose a little and shook his head slowly. The wound, he noted, was weeping still - but it had definitely slowed since the morning, which was good. He felt a little woozy, though. "Quick question! What the hell do we do about bad blood loss in an apocalypse? Think of this as a pop quiz and not as if I'm asking for any particular reason."
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 19, 2016 18:10:05 GMT -5
floruit @borderline Reina winced slightly but nodded all the same as she was taking the rubbing alcohol and hastily was making sure that it was filled properly. The most she could do was actually try thinking of what to even say next. "Of course." she said gently to Flint as she was trying to keep her blushing from getting too crazy. So much for that. But at least there wasn't going to be any kind of distractions in the first place. "Sorry for hitting on him." she said apologetically to Isak before she looked down at her hands. There wasn't really much to look around in the first place. Her eyes gleamed a little more as she was trying to think of ways to start actual conversation. "Well, I don't think you're in danger from dying from this." she said to him as she looked to the blood for a moment or two. The last thing she needed was to have him bleed out. Reina looked to Carey before she pursed her lips, "You should get started with fixing him up." she said to him.
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Post by floruit on Dec 19, 2016 18:42:52 GMT -5
"Iron supplements, fluids, and rest would be a good start. If someone has serious blood loss, there are alternatives to transfusion—some religions don't support them, so there are work around that don't use real blood—but I don't carry the supplies for that with me. We'd need to be at a hospital for that. But I have iron pills with me to compensate for the lack of meat in the diet of the standard apocalypse survivor, and there's plenty of water here for you to drink," he explained, shifting easily into the soft, calm voice he used when explaining procedures to patients.
Carey sat back and noted that the gauze was soaking up most of the blood. Good. "You're right that he won't bleed out from this, but he's probably lost enough blood to be slightly anemic for a while. And I'm getting around to stitching him up. I just need to make sure the gash is really clean, otherwise it may get infected and I'll have to do this all over again." He took a moment to clean his gloves with some sort of the alcohol, then tore open as sealed pack of sutures.
"Find something to focus on, okay, Flint? Talk to me or Reina or Isak about something. Distract yourself, or I'm going to make you down some painkillers before I finish."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2016 18:51:12 GMT -5
Isak gave what could've been an amused look to Reina, shoulders lifting in a light shrug. He very carefully did not look at Flint, and instead focused on cleaning his hands with some dried-out baby wipes that he had found nearby, since he didn't want to have to deal with blood underneath his fingernails for too long.
"He's a bit old for me," he commented lightly, "we're both adults but he's like, six years older than me. He's an old man. Not my boyfriend."
Flint stuck his tongue out at Isak and raised his eyebrows at Reina.
"He's right that I wasn't talking about him," he said, and then huffed with amusement and nodded at Carey. "I am obligated to tell you that I was anemic before I lost blood. Pretty sure it was because of iron deficiency? I used to take supplements but the end of the world really moves your mind away from that, you know?"
At Carey's next words, he considered his options and sighed heavily. Isak probably wouldn't be much up for conversation since he was busy avoiding looking at the blood, so he focused his gaze on Reina and raised an eyebrow.
"So, where did you come from before the end of the world happened?"
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Post by floruit on Dec 19, 2016 20:09:53 GMT -5
Wait. If Isak wasn't the boyfriend... oh, he was the boyfriend. Well. Alright. That was fine by him. It wasn't like this was a marriage proposal, and, anyway, Reina would either leave and they could drop it, or she'd stay long enough to realize they weren't actually dating and Carey knew next to nothing about either of these men.
"I can't quite relate, but my meds significantly lower my risk of do ting, so they were one of the first things I started worrying about when everything went to hell. Luckily, most hospitals and pharmacies have them in stock, so I've been better off than most," he said, somewhat surprised that he was revealing this information so readily. Most people he had known before the apocalypse didn't know he was on any kind of medication unless they lived with him for a while or knew him incredibly well. Then again, it wasn't really a secret, just a fact. "I take iron supplements from time to time as well, so we don't need to go and hunt some down."
He was talking just to fill up the silence now, suddenly worried that he wouldn't be able to play his part well enough and Reina would see through their lie. Carey doubted she would be angry with him for lying, but he couldn't be sure. Oh well. He would deal with that problem once it came up. Until then, he needed to stop worrying. His hands we're shaking, and though the movement was almost imperceptible, he didn't want to accidentally hurt Flint. He needed to calm down and focus on his work.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2016 20:23:12 GMT -5
"Yeah," Flint nodded thoughtfully and winced a little, but managing to calm himself and focus on anything but the pain - despite that being a hard task. He had managed to slow his breathing so that it was calmer and he didn't move so much, and he didn't look at the wound. "I have not gotten off as lightly - before the apocalypse, I sometimes had to drive to the hospital to get them because my local pharmacy failed to stock them from time to time and I've found all I can. I haven't got enough for much longer, which means I'm gonna have to figure something out. I wasn't dependent enough on my other meds to go through anything, but...eh."
His voice had started to tremble from the pain, but he filled the space with his words as much as he could. It was more or less to focus himself on anything but the pain.
"At least the zombies seem to have died out. I've seen a few people turn because of contaminated water here and there, but nothing too major? They're nothing like movies and games predicted they'd be like; they're actively rotting and they can't even chase you. Scary, but not the worst thing. I've seen some strange things around the woods nearby, so it might be an idea to move from this city soon. Whatever it is, it doesn't look like a dog or a cat and they travel in packs."
"Kinda scary looking, all limbs and stuff," Isak murmured from where he sat, "we thought they were people at first."
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 19, 2016 20:33:47 GMT -5
@borderline floruit (XD, I slightly ship it...the concept is kind of adorable) Reina remained silent for a little while, but she figured that maybe this was just going to be a routine procedure and things were going to be okay. She fiddled for some pain meds and was doing a couple of calculations as to how much of a dose he would need depending on his weight. "Flint, how much do you weigh? I want to have some pain meds ready." she explained as she was pursing her lips for a moment. She was a bit put off at how much Flint was talking about past experiences. If he and Carey were dating... Why would he be telling him all of this? She sighed. Maybe it was just a coping mechanism for him to take his mind off the pain. Fine with her. She didn't need to try delving in too much. "We'll definitely need to avoid the cities...unless we're desperate for supplies." she suggested before she took a rag and was wiping some sweat off from Flint's forehead, figuring that it would calm him a little bit. "Where were you guys when all the craziness happened?" she asked in an attempt to have more conversation. "God, I hope you weren't in some place like New York."
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Post by floruit on Dec 19, 2016 21:01:39 GMT -5
[ a cute thing for your consideration, river: flint could definitely lift carey bridal style if he wanted to, bc even tho carey is a tall man he doesn't eat much and is p scrawny and flint is Strong. ]
"Huh. I've seen some things like that while I was still wandering around by myself in in rural areas, but I assumed they we're other survivors and left then alone. Either that, or I was having some mild hallucinations. Whatever it was, they've never bothered me," Carey said, never looking up from the gash he was sewing up. "I haven't seen any zombies in a while either. The biggest threat to us is this weather, and other survivors like sword guy."
Flint seemed much more tense than he had been before, and he was relieved when Reina started pushing the idea of pain meds as well. "The dosage notes should be on he bottle, but you should lower it a bit. Most people have lost weight in the past few months. And we should conserve them as long as we can, in case there isn't a hospital nearby. Oh, and the first row of stitches is finished, dear. One more to go."
When Reina mentioned people who were living in cities at the time of the apocalypse, Carey frowned. "I don't know how survivors from the cities made it. I was in rural Missouri when everything fell apart, and I was lucky to have made it this far."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2016 21:08:39 GMT -5
( flint COULD lift carey bridal style but he's 10x more likely to just fling him over his shoulder and have his face bumping into his butt at every opportunity possible ur welcome )
"I used to weigh a hundred and forty pounds," he informed Reina, and then took a moment to consider his own body. "I'm closer to a hundred and twenty five, right now. I have a small build and mostly muscle mass. Damn. I've lost way too much weight."
Flint tilted his head back a little and scowled thoughtfully, listening to the sound of hailstones outside. They were definitely hailstones. It was hailing. He was so glad that he was inside - they were awful and they hurt and he had experienced far too many. Even Texas had been snowy when he'd left it. It was like this freak weather just appeared out of nowhere.
"Thank. But yeah, whatever it was was definitely more confident than a normal feral animal," he grimaced.
Isak played with the zipper of his jacket, nuzzling his nose lower into his scarf and watching with a firm gaze. He shook his head at Reina's words.
"We were pretty close-by, maybe an hour outside of here. We don't really keep track anymore," the quiet man mused softly, watching Flint and Carey briefly. It wasn't really surprising that Flint had managed to drag someone else into his habit of making life a little more interesting, but it was nice to see him getting the help he needed.
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 19, 2016 21:17:27 GMT -5
@borderline floruit (Yassss, ya know "relationship goals"... Reina would totally be giggling the whole time watching that) Reina nodded softly before she pursed her lips some more while she leaned over to clean up the first row of stitches for the sake of hygiene. "This will sting." she warned Flint while she was dabbing at the wound with the rubbing alcohol for a moment or two. She soon pulled back and took off her scarf since it was relatively warm in here, with the fire and the people already here. "Right, I'll set you up for a smaller dosage." she mused while she was measuring out the medicine while she was humming lowly to herself to keep her mind off the blood. She winced when hearing about the cities again. "I came from Queens in New York, I was lucky enough to be on holiday, but my friends..." she shuddered a little. "They didn't get to have the luxury of being a passenger." she sighed. SHe forgot how many people she ran over in her frenzy to make it out of the urban area. She had read enough books to know those areas were going to be the most high in concentration. she drove until she ran out of gas, which didn't get her too far... She had lost track of her place after a while. "To be honest, meeting you guys must be a blessing." she admitted. It felt good to finally have a sense of community once more.
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Post by floruit on Dec 19, 2016 21:48:17 GMT -5
Carey waited until Reina had finished cleaning up and went quiet for a bit, focusing on finishing up the suturing as fast as possible. The second row went much faster than the first, and he was done by the time Reina had finished talking about how she had gotten out of Queens. He sat back and pulled off his gloves, tossing them into the same pile with the bloody gauze. "There you are. It's finished."
He placed the things he hadn't used back into his backpack and passed to hottie of rubbing alcohol to Reina, then retrieved the bottle of iron supplements and some water. "Alright, darling, take two of these with the water. There's a spare shirt in my bag, if you don't want to put the bloody one back on. I can make us all some food as well, if everyone else is hungry. I have a skillet and plenty of food with me." Even though he wasn't more than passably familiar with any of these people, he didn't want to deny them food, especially since he had more than enough.
"It really is better traveling with a group. You have people to talk to and people who will watch your back," he murmured, leaning over to pat Flint's head. That was romantic, right? Or close enough. He had been out of the dating game for a while, even if you didn't count the apocalypse. He had been too busy (and too stressed) to bother with dating. "It can also make you a bigger target, but it's worth the risk."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2016 21:56:54 GMT -5
"I'm originally from Texas, but when the end of the world started, I was in Florida. I managed to trek back to Texas and found that my home was being used as a safehouse - which was nice, except for the fact that the survivors were a little...ah, crazed, and nearly killed me multiple times. The safehouse was later overrun, so I guess my entire childhood is up in flames. Just like everyone else's!" Flint tilted his head back and grinned slightly, leaning a little into the patting of his head by Carey. What a nice gesture. He liked it.
He took out two of the iron supplements from the bottle and swallowed them dry because he was a rebel, before drinking some of the water - well, okay, half of the bottle. Once that was done, he flopped onto his back and winced at the pulling of the stitches. They definitely felt more secure than his own, though.
"I would love to borrow your shirt," he smiled innocently, "but yeah. Travelling with a group definitely has its risks, but the pros sorta...outweigh the cons? You have a more diverse skillset, too. Carey's a healer, I'm good with weaponry, and Isak is scary-good at psychoanalysing people. He has saved us from way too many weird people. Like, there was this one girl who was convinced that rats would kill us all and she shot my brother in the foot. It was brutal."
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 19, 2016 22:04:25 GMT -5
floruit @borderline Reina leaned against the shelves to conserve most of her strength, seeing that most of the work was done. At least not everyone could relax some more as they could eat food. She crossed her legs to sit Indian style, and hummed lowly to herself as she watched the flames for a moment longer. A small smile crept onto her face as she saw Carey patting Flint. Of course she couldn't help but find it adorable, especially since she was a hopeless romantic. "Let us know if you need the pain killers." she said to him before she looked at her hands. It was interesting to see that these guys had made it through all of this as a team in the first place. She smiled softly while she laughed a little at herself. "I'm not much good for most things, I like to think of myself as a peacekeeper...I'm a libra after all." she tried to make some kind of a joke out of that. Of course, she didn't think it was much good. Oh well. "If it's not too much to ask, I think it would be advantageous for me to ask to join you guys, there's more strength in numbers, and I can hold my own." she insisted to them.
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