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Post by broken on Dec 28, 2016 1:44:54 GMT -5
(I'm so sorry I don't even know why I did such a stupid thing when I didn't feel comfortable with it to begin with...I'm literally crying right now because I'm so mad at myself. I hate causing drama and I definitely hate messing with people's feelings ;-; But yeah I actually would like to join this thing for real, if you will actually truely accept me. Sorry i sort of started off on the wrong foot but I promise I won't do it again. (And I'll probably never do a dare ever again.))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 1:48:06 GMT -5
o man my guy when im not comf with something ive learned to say no & it's super handy ngl ? but i had to get yelled @ for it before i started saying no pleesa dont cry im an angry grumpy person but providing how u react i dont hold grudges! u can totally join omg we can truly accept u bc u didnt do any real damage ? just some nervousness as to where u actually wanted to be here (if ur comf w a dare & it doesnt hurt ppl, i say go for it. if it might affect ppl rethink !! im impulsive as hell too my guy)
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Post by broken on Dec 28, 2016 2:02:14 GMT -5
(I have a problem with saying no and I don't know why. And yeah I'll think about the consequences before doing anything stupid like that again And thanks for making me see that by yelling at me. You're actually pretty scary when you're mad...so thanks I guess. I definitely learned my lesson because of you and I guess that's a compliment of sorts i don't really know x3 And thanks for not deciding to hold a grudge, I don't deserve it at all but let me start all over as who I actually am...I,m a lot better than that.)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 2:05:06 GMT -5
LMAO im 10x scarier when im actually angry but its rare ppl experience that i know what its like to be afraid to say no even when ur uncomf w/ smth and its kinda awful and man i messed up a lot b4 i realised so i guess ? u can look into seeing if u can learn to say no to avoid the Disastrous Fate that i hit but omg no yeah i wouldnt hold a grudge against smth on a catbeardog website im petty but usually not that petty welcome 2 the squad
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Post by broken on Dec 28, 2016 2:11:01 GMT -5
(omg you can be even scarier than that o.o wow I'm sure glad I didn't see that Yeah I think I know when to say no now thanks again And sorry again)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 2:18:59 GMT -5
op sorry for vanishing i had to put the oven on for Breakfast L M A O im usually chill i swear itll take practice & u make mistakes but its ok bc ur Young Like A Whipperschnapper omg dont worry abt apologising uve said ur piece & its a-okay
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Post by floruit on Dec 28, 2016 2:22:32 GMT -5
[ broken, you can absolutely stick around if you're enjoying yourself! everyone has done something that wasn't great, but you apologized and learned from it. that's the best response you can have. don't stay out of obligation, but if you think joinīng this would be fun absolutely do it. ]
What was it? Carey had never been told about an it. Then again, he couldn’t expect to know everything. He and Flint had hardly known each other for a month. Still, there was a finite number of things it could be, and he felt like all of them warranted mentioning. He had spilled his guts to the other man dozens of times now, and Flint had shared secrets of his own. It seemed like something that should have come up. Like: “Hey, Carey, once my dad tried to fix me and just made everything worse! That’s pretty messed up, right?”
Even with everything he knew about Flint’s father, there were some things that he didn’t know. And if they were half as horrible as some of the things he knew, his abysmal odds of winning a fight with Emil were starting to look pretty good. At least he could get in one good punch to the face before he got murdered. But then Flint would be left alone with his father, and that would be even worse.
His chest hurt. He felt like throwing up. His breathing hitched, and for a moment he was afraid he was going to start hyperventilating right there, but instead he went into a coughing fit. Not great, but better than the alternative.
When he caught his breath, Emil was offering his hand to shake. No. Absolutely not. He couldn’t do this. “Likewise. I apologize for being rude, but I really shouldn’t shake your hand right now. We had a minor cold run through our group and I’m the only person who hasn’t quite recovered. I may still be contagious, and I wouldn’t want you getting sick,” he said, not too surprised at how easy it was to lie. He was much better at making things up when he was under pressure. Luckily for him, the man had withdrawn his hand before he even finished his explanation. Great. “Don’t worry, I’m not offended. It’s only reasonable to assume that people’s morals would go to hell when society collapsed.”
God, he hated himself for saying that. He wasn’t sure if he could have forced out the words if they weren’t intended to protect Flint, but here he was. Being a complete doormat was finally coming in handy! Not wanting to cause conflict let him say literally anything, apparently. Carey caught Flint’s look and was… upset that he was going along with what his father wanted him to be so easily, but relieved he had an excuse not to talk.
He still wanted to throw up.
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Nathaniel continued forward very slowly, wanting to have a decent chance of hitting the woman in case she made him shoot. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that, though. “We’re exploring the area. We live nearby. This is our territory. It’s not a wonderful place, but you take what you can when the weather is too bad to risk looking for another home. There aren’t too many zombies around—only a couple every month, and we assume that’s from one contaminated water source—although there are sword wielding maniacs here and there. About what you would expect from the apocalypse.”
He was rambling, but that was mostly so she wouldn’t decide to shoot them. Past experiences had taught him that survivors were often desperate to talk to anyone—a few times before he had managed to talk people out of shooting him. Once he had even convinced someone to—nope. He winced slightly at the memory. Still not something he wanted to think about.
“We’re not researchers. We’re survivors, just like you. And there are more of us, one of whom would gladly hunt you down and skin you if you killed us.” Not having to lie about that made the impact much greater, in his opinion. He didn’t doubt for a moment that Flint was fully capable of tracking down and killing someone. “I can tell you more if you disarm yourself. Otherwise, I don’t think there’s much to gain out of this conversation.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 2:37:13 GMT -5
He wasn't great with expressions and Flintlock would admit that, but something about Carey suggested that a realisation was dawning on him, and he hated it. He didn't talk about it for just that reason, because it was something so closely personal that if he was stuck between losing Carey and telling the secret, he'd probably...okay, now that he thought about it, he'd probably tell the secret. It wasn't worth losing someone he'd grown fond of over the past month or so, but that was probably because of his damned loyalty.
"I don't get sick," said Emil, because it was probably true. He was too loud and tall and boisterous to every get sick, or at least, that was what he'd always said to Flintlock. That smaller people (e.g: Flintlock) got sick easily because they were weaker, or whatever. "But y'know, I get that, I s'pose."
Flintlock didn't say anything as his father patted his shoulder firmly, large and rough. Now, it was no doubt that he was a strong and fairly muscular, but he'd always been slender and lean. His father dwarfed him despite the slightly broader line of his shoulders and the sturdier muscle he held. It was...not a common sight. He was shorter in stature, yes, but not small by any means.
"Carey's our doctor," he said, because he had to say something. "He does a pretty good job."
"Hmmm," Emil glanced to his son before looking back to Carey, "tell me about yourself, kid."
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Post by broken on Dec 28, 2016 2:45:00 GMT -5
(Oh don't worry, im staying because I want to be here :3 thank you, floruit and skulduggery, for allowing me to stay. I'm off to bed since it's almost 3am but I'll be on tomorrow. Also, here's my actually character: )
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. ))
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Post by floruit on Dec 28, 2016 3:34:08 GMT -5
[ i added tabby! ]
Alright. Time to come up with a clean-cut, sanitized version of himself that wouldn’t make Flint’s dad hate him. Wonderful. “The end of the world happened just in time to keep me from graduating from med school, but at least I had enough time to get some practice stitching up wounds and treating common illnesses before it was a matter of survival. I’ve been with this group for a few months now, and I mostly focus on keeping everyone alive.”
There. All of that was true, and none of it was remotely questionable. It was fine. Now he just needed to get Flint out of here immediately so they could talk about what the hell to do. “That reminds me. You,” Carey gestured to Flint, “need to take iron supplements at least an hour before you have a meal, and we’ll probably eat in about an hour. It shouldn’t take much longer than that for the others to get back if they don’t plan on getting food somewhere else. There aren’t any more in the main medicine supply, but I have some extras in my room.” Not our room. Definitely not our room. “I can show you where they are.”
Carey turned and forced himself to walk to the stairs slowly, even though his brain was telling him to get out of there as quickly as possible. “Excuse us for a moment,” he said, smiling—legitimately smiling—at Emil before hurrying up the stairs. He probably should have stopped to make sure Flint was following him, but he was about fifteen seconds from freaking out ad he needed to get out of earshot before that happened. He wasn’t stopping until he got to the bedroom.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 3:40:01 GMT -5
Emil nodded, seeming to appreciate that this man was a doctor. He knew they were important. He'd never been to one, but his children had been to them plenty, because it was required by schools or something. Yeah. He did, however, scowl at the thought of Flintlock taking iron supplements - as if he had never really approved before. He hadn't.
Nonetheless, Flintlock dipped his head to his father respectfully and took his chance to escape, watching only briefly from the corner of his eye to make sure that the man wasn't following. He wasn't. In fact, it looked like he had chosen to sit on the floor and stay there. Which meant he was staying. Oh god, okay, oh god. He shook his head a little and hurried after Carey, because if he'd made an excuse to get out of there, it had to have been bad.
Was it bad? He wasn't sure. As he removed himself from 'Flintlock' the good, heterosexual white Texan boy and went back to Carey's 'Flint', he realised that he'd completely blocked himself off from the emotions. If it had been bad, he hadn't realised, and so he exhaled softly as he entered their bedroom.
"What is it?" he asked softly, his normal accent returning and thus erasing the twang.
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Post by floruit on Dec 28, 2016 4:07:12 GMT -5
“He cannot stay here.” Carey’s voice was strained and he was fumbling with the lock, unable to get his hands to stay still enough to turn it. Of course Flint’s father wasn’t going to follow them up here, but he was too stressed to shut down his paranoid thoughts the way he normally could. It was easier to just lock the door. “I don’t care. I do not remotely care what the consequences will be. He can’t.” He wasn’t even looking at Flint, just struggling frantically to lock the door. “When I look at him, I feel sick. I won’t let it happen. The rest of the group won’t let it happen. I can’t stop him from staying in the area, but he absolutely cannot stay here.”
The lock finally clicked into place. He clasped his hands together and moved to the bed, sitting on the very edge. He wanted to pace, to find some healthy outlet for all this energy, but this was an old house. The floorboards would creak too much. “When he came in, it was like you became an entirely different person. Your voice changed. Your demeanor changed. What the hell was that about?” For the first time since he had started speaking, he actually met Flint’s eyes, desperately wanting some sort of explanation.
This was never supposed to have happened. Flint’s father was supposed to be dead. He had already done so much damage—more than he had been told about, even. Carey wasn’t going to let it continue. “He’s going to kill you, damn it. If he stays here, you’re going to stay like you were a few minutes ago. You’re going to be forced to be the person you’ve tried so hard to get away from, and it’s going to kill you.” Maybe he was exaggerating, or maybe he just couldn’t think clearly at the moment. But even if that were the case, Emil had the potential to do so much more harm. He could tear down whatever progress Flint had made towards being happy and then make it impossible for him to get better.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 4:23:20 GMT -5
"He'll do what he wants to do," he looked doubtful that Carey could do anything - but even then, his expression was...not quite closed, but not as open as he'd managed to be for the past couple of weeks. Though Flint knew he ought to reassure Carey, he simply watched the other man fumble with the lock. "He won't cause any harm. That's just how I speak around him."
Had it really been so different? Flint knew he changed his accent and was generally politer, but...there wasn't really anything he'd been hiding. Or had there been? Honestly, he didn't know. "I didn't think it was that bad," he frowned, "it doesn't need an explanation, Carey!"
And as he listened to Carey's words, he became...angrier. The lowkey apathy that he'd settled into shattered, his lip curled only faintly, and he gaze the impression of an animal tensing to fight, eyes narrowing as he surveyed Carey's every movement. It felt wrong to do, unfair, even, but...but he was being even more unfair! To say things like that about his father.
"He won't kill me," he said coldly, any warmth that he'd tried to put into it beforehand for Carey's sake entirely gone. "I'm fine. He's fine. He's not that bad, and I think we should take a break from whatever this," he made a vague gesture, "is! I love you, but sometimes you're real f***ing frustrating, Care! My dad isn't a bad person, he's just going through a rough time."
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Post by floruit on Dec 28, 2016 5:11:08 GMT -5
“I don’t want him around me. I don’t want him around you, either. But you know what? That doesn’t matter. You can make your own choices, and I can suck it up. But he is not going to come anywhere near Isak. The kid has got enough problems with terrible authority figures as it is, and I’m not going to let those get brought up again.” If Flint wasn’t going to do anything for his own sake, Carey definitely wasn’t above bringing the kid into it.
He could barely believe Flint was getting upset with him over this. It was jarring to see him getting angry, especially when he really needed someone to help him calm down and deal with everything that was happening. He needed to calm down, and they needed to talk while they were both willing to listen to each other. Alright. Time to breathe. He reached out a hand to Flint, ready to pushed down his disgust with Emil and explain why he thought there was so much wrong with the situation without making assumptions about the man’s intentions, but the next thing he said make Carey jerk back his hand as if he had been burned. The “I love you” felt like a slap in the face. Worse than that, even, because he dropped it in so casually, true but ultimately inconsequential. Like it didn’t matter at all. How could Flint say that to him seconds after suggesting they end their relationship? How was he supposed to take that?
“I don’t think you can blame consistently trying to make your child miserable on having a rough time. It doesn’t matter what pushes you to do it. If you realize what you’re doing to them and you let it continue for years, it makes you a bad person,” he said softly. Flint wasn’t going to suddenly see reason just because he pointed out something that should have been obvious—that much was clear. The other man didn’t seem to care what he had to say, but he could make him care if he said something hurtful enough. “How many times have you talked to me about how he’s hurt you? You said you hated your family. What changed?”
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 28, 2016 9:01:50 GMT -5
Nathaniel continued forward very slowly, wanting to have a decent chance of hitting the woman in case she made him shoot. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that, though. “We’re exploring the area. We live nearby. This is our territory. It’s not a wonderful place, but you take what you can when the weather is too bad to risk looking for another home. There aren’t too many zombies around—only a couple every month, and we assume that’s from one contaminated water source—although there are sword wielding maniacs here and there. About what you would expect from the apocalypse.” He was rambling, but that was mostly so she wouldn’t decide to shoot them. Past experiences had taught him that survivors were often desperate to talk to anyone—a few times before he had managed to talk people out of shooting him. Once he had even convinced someone to—nope. He winced slightly at the memory. Still not something he wanted to think about. “We’re not researchers. We’re survivors, just like you. And there are more of us, one of whom would gladly hunt you down and skin you if you killed us.” Not having to lie about that made the impact much greater, in his opinion. He didn’t doubt for a moment that Flint was fully capable of tracking down and killing someone. “I can tell you more if you disarm yourself. Otherwise, I don’t think there’s much to gain out of this conversation.” Natalia rolled her eyes at him before she set her sniper gun to her side while she held her hands out defensively. "You talk too much for your own good, lots of rambling." she noted as she was looking around with a low huff. She knew that maybe it was time to stop making homes and perches out of the sky-scrapers and try to settle into some kind of new life. Ha. She probably didn't deserve to live that way in the first place. She smirked slightly at the idea that this group would inflict their revenge on someone. "Hmph, I've dealt with those maniacs, and put bullets through some of their heads." she stated while she was keeping herself upright. Reina shook her head before she tugged on Nathaniel's sleeve, "Come on, she's bad news and you know it." she tried to keep her voice as quiet as possible. "Little girl, I am more than just bad news, you lucky that your friend is amusing to me." she said before smirking slightly at the man. What could she say? It had been a while since she talked to adults around her age in the first place. She narrowed her eyes as she was formulating what to say next. "I wish to inspect this establishment you have, you will need ranged experience." she said while gesturing to her gun. "I can take care of my own needs." Reina wanted to just shoot the woman and be done with it, but she frowned instead. "How do we know you won't shoot up everything in our sleep?" "Because you are living, sane, and clearly not a threat to me." the older woman stated as she was crossing her arms over her chest while letting out a low huff.
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Post by broken on Dec 28, 2016 13:22:11 GMT -5
(Okay tthank you very much!)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 14:18:09 GMT -5
"He's not gonna hurt Isak," the angrier he became, the higher his pitch of voice went. Maybe that was just extreme emotions, or maybe this was genuinely distressing him. The fact that Carey, someone he'd learned to trust, was pushing against one of his decisions...it hurt, quite a bit.
If he noticed that his breathing was quickening, that his chest rose and fell far too quickly or that his heartrate was rabbiting, then he didn't mention it. Instead, he took to running his hands (rather roughly) through his hair, tugging at the strands to try to keep himself calm. It wasn't working, but it cleared his mind slightly to pay more attention to what the other man was saying.
"Nothing changed!" his voice rose with exasperation, and perhaps it was a good thing that this house was generally quite shout-proof. He'd learned that, while it didn't muffle everything, it muffled things enough for words to very rarely be heard, and downstairs was ultimately silent and blocked from the upstairs happenings. "I do but he's my father, Carey! You have to love your parents, and I do, and I don't want him to go out there after being rejected and I dunno, die!"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 14:18:40 GMT -5
(gmorn i think isaks still wandering if u wanna rp broken)
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Post by broken on Dec 28, 2016 14:29:30 GMT -5
(hello yeah I'd like to rp. Is Isak in town or something?)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 14:35:15 GMT -5
( ja !! hes just wandering along, shouting abt being murdered. well. shouted one thing, bc hes a shite )
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Post by broken on Dec 28, 2016 14:58:12 GMT -5
(Alright perfect heh sorry this is probably bad)
A young lady wandered through the town, with nothing in her hands, not even a weapon. That's what she wanted people to think; she actually had a few weapons stuffed in her jacket, but she would rather look helplessness until she actually needed to use anything. She continued forward silently, trying to stick to the shadows to remain unseen, which was pretty hard to do considering the sun was out.
She was muttering something to herself, looking around every now and then to make sure nothing was following her. Eventually, she came up to a broken store window and climbed in slowly, grumbling as a loud crushing noise could be heard as she stepped on glass. She sighed and continued forward, looking for anything that could be of use to her.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 15:05:12 GMT -5
( yooo its chill man its good )
The fact that no-one came to murder him was mildly disappointing. Mild disappointment seemed to be a running theme for today, and he briefly considered turning back and seeing how much he could irritate Flint before he got shoved away to go bug Carey instead, but the sound of crushing glass caused him to perk up and scowl.
His weapons were on his body, but he didn't draw them. If it was a zombie, it wouldn't be fast enough to catch him as he moved out of its way (though that would be weird - the zombies seemed to have pretty much died out, by now, because they had decomposed and had not been able to go on) and if it was...one of the things that Flint had dubbed 'ferals', then he'd be screwed, because they hunted in packs.
So, when it turned out to be a woman and not either of these threatening things, he raised his eyebrows and debated on going home anyway. Isak was not someone who initiated social contact, and his face remained blank as he watched to see if she actually had any survival instincts.
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Post by broken on Dec 28, 2016 15:28:31 GMT -5
Tabitha had a feeling someone was watching her and she whipped around, pulling out her pistol and staring at the...man? She would have thought it was going to be one of those vicious animals or a zombie, but nope, it was a man. Still, what was he doing?
She continued to glare at him, remaining silent for the longest time before finally speaking up, not bothering to lower the gun. "I wouldn't suggest coming any closer if I were you or I'll blow your brains out," she spat, one of her eyes now closed as he readied to fire. "Just answer a few questions for me, will you? Are you here alone?"
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Post by floruit on Dec 28, 2016 15:57:18 GMT -5
Nathaniel moved back slightly when Reina pulled at his sleeve. He also wasn’t very excited to be here, but as long as they were talking instead of shooting, he could manage. He frowned as the woman smirked at him—he didn’t like being amusing. He preferred to be taken seriously, but he would take what he could get for the time being.
“We already have someone with experience with long range weapons. We don’t need another, especially if they’re eager to kill others. There aren’t enough zombies still wandering around to warrant us having two people who can work with long range weapons, and we don’t like murdering other survivors unless they’ve shown themselves to be aggressive.” Which this woman definitely had, for the record. “Right now, you’re not convincing me that you’re trustworthy enough to take back to our base or that you would be a worthwhile member of the group. I don’t doubt that you have skills, but they mean nothing if you can’t cooperate with others. So how about a show of trust? Give us your gun. If you have a pistol, we’ll take that as well. You can keep any short range weapons you have, in case you need to defend yourself.”
Honestly, he would have considered it a generous offer. If he had more leverage, Nathaniel would have demanded all of her weapons to guarantee the safety of the group, but he felt like this was going to be about as good as he could get. “You have to trust us if you want us to trust you. I think that’s a fair deal, don’t you?”
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“How are you so sure? What if he does? You can’t be sure about his intentions. If he thinks he’s going something for the greater good, exactly what would stop him? Not you.” He was being harsh, but that didn’t stop him. This wasn’t just about Flint. It was about the welfare of the group as well, and Carey wasn’t sure if he could ever forgive himself if he let the people he was supposed to be protecting and taking care of get hurt because of his inaction.
He could tell that Flint was starting to panic. The signs had gotten pretty familiar over the last month. Night terrors were one hell of a thing. His first instinct was to try to comfort him, but he was still shaking and gasping when he tried to take deep breaths, and, on top of everything, he was angry at Flint, for what he was saying and how little he seemed to care about anything else now that his dad was back in his life. “You don’t /have/ to love anyone, especially if they don’t care about you. You don’t owe him s*** for raising you. He can take care of himself. He didn’t make it on his own for six months just to die now that survival is finally getting easier. You aren’t obligated to love him at all, and you certainly don’t have to put his wellbeing above everyone else you know, including yourself!”
Carey hadn’t intended to yell, but Flint was getting louder as well and it seemed like the other man didn’t hear anything he was saying. God, he hated this. How had things gotten so bad within minutes of his father showing up? He felt his eyes burning and realized he must have started crying at some point. Pathetic. How could he expect Flint to listen to him when he was such a damn mess? He ducked his head and wiped at his face, trying to pull himself together. Flint was the one person he didn’t mind seeing him like this, but this wasn’t the person he had come to know and he didn’t want to look weak.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 15:59:18 GMT -5
"Scary," said Isak, despite the fact that he couldn't care less. "Here as in at this place alone, or here as in the city alone? If the city, no, I have a group, and one of them is quite capable of getting revenge if you decide to kill me for no reason."
He raised a single eyebrow up, staring at her blankly. He was not intimidated nor scared. He'd had worse.
"Here, though? I'm completely alone," he gave a shrug, "that's all I'm answering. I don't owe you sh*t, American."
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Post by broken on Dec 28, 2016 16:06:35 GMT -5
Tabitha snorted, shaking her head slowly. "My my, you're a lot smarter than I thought," she commented, lowering her gun slightly as she realized it wasn't doing anything, not even scaring him.
"I should have been more specific, however that answers my question," said Tabby as she now raised one hand to rub her blonde hair, still studying him. "You said something about a group being in the city. How many others are there? And if there is a group, why have you come here alone?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 16:17:07 GMT -5
If he was in this house for another minute, he was probably going to do something he regretted. Flint stared at Carey for a few moments before he unlocked the door (a little more violently than he intended) and stormed out, loud as he went down the stairs and even louder as he slammed the front door, waving away any of Emil's questions.
Emil had been cleaning one of his guns, but the sight of his son so angry after going to take iron supplements caused him to raise both eyebrows. His gaze slid to the stairs and he shrugged lightly, going back to what he had been doing. It was not his business, but if it was what he thought it was - then Flintlock was in trouble.
He hummed a cheery tune as he cleaned, drumming his feet against the floor without much of a worry.
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Either this kid underestimated how stubborn Isak could be, or she thought he was joking. Either way, he evened out his weight and kept his arms loose at his sides - both to show he was unarmed and to be able to defend himself, should the need arise.
"Are you deaf?" he asked, single eyebrow raising, "did you not hear me say that I wouldn't answer more questions? You'd think that the population would wise up."
Perhaps it wasn't best to verbally challenge the newcomer, but he didn't particularly care. As ever, he was unreadable and emotionless and quite content to stand here all day, if he needed to. At some point the others would look for him, and he'd either be dead or still staring down the kid with a gun.
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Post by floruit on Dec 28, 2016 16:36:27 GMT -5
Carey wasn’t sure whether Flint storming out made him angry or relieved. It was hard to keep track of his emotions. They were all over the place, and now that he was alone, there was no reason for him to keep it together any longer. He fell back against the mattress and stopped trying to hold back his feelings.
About twenty minutes later, he was feeling somewhat like an actual functional person again. He probably looked like hell, but if Emil asked he could blame it on being sick and say he has been dry heaving for the past ten minutes. He didn’t think Emil would ask, though. He went downstairs after a few minutes spent in front of the bathroom mirror trying to make it look like he hadn’t been crying. Avoiding Flint’s father would only make it clearer that something was wrong.
The man was downstairs cleaning his gun—of course he was—and Carey reminded himself that he had to pretend this was normal. And that meant conversation. “If you’re running low on oil or anything, I think we have some in the closet to your right.” The same one where most of the cleaning products were kept. Great. He needed to do something to get rid of his anger and nervous energy, and cleaning the house seemed like a good idea. He would have to hang around Emil from the extra seventeen seconds it took him to grab some bleach and a mop, but it didn’t matter. He would have to get used to being in the man’s vicinity eventually. The sooner the better.
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Post by broken on Dec 28, 2016 16:40:53 GMT -5
Tabitha just stared at him for a while as if trying to think of something to say. This guy really didn't like giving out information, did he? Sighing, she took a step forward, placing both hands on the pistol again.
"No, no, I heard you I just wanted to see if you would stay truthful to what you said," she said softly. Though, that wasn't her intent. She was hoping he would at least answer one more question of hers, but it could wait. "This group of yours sounds interesting, especially the one who could apparently get revenge if I kill you." She leaned forward some with a smirk forming on her lips. "Care to elaborate or are you going to keep that secret, too?"
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