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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 14, 2017 22:44:56 GMT -5
((Up to rp or nah? ))
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 14, 2017 22:51:40 GMT -5
Rick grabbed Becca's hand in the dark and led her out to the main floor where some sunlight came through the skylights in grocery.
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 14, 2017 22:57:42 GMT -5
"I don't know." Rick said. He attached his machete to his belt and grabbed a flashlight nearby. He turned it on and gave her another. He wished he had gotten more than two. At least he brought batteries. Not a lot, but a large pack of AAs. He also picked up his shotgun
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 14, 2017 23:06:16 GMT -5
Rick thought. "There's an electrical room. We could check the breakers." He started walking into the dark of the back area. "Bec, you are invaluable."
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 14, 2017 23:10:41 GMT -5
Rick took out the keys and opened the door and stepped inside the electrical room. "Okay... Let's see what we have here..." He opened a panel door. "Here we go! So, here is the main breaker..." He pulled the switch hard.
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 14, 2017 23:16:45 GMT -5
Rick cursed. "Are you kidding me? Who would do this?!"
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 14, 2017 23:23:24 GMT -5
"You really think so? If they can keep us in here by some mysterious force and cause our food to rot instantly, do you really think they'd just cut the wires?"
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 14, 2017 23:32:46 GMT -5
"Becca, something doesn't feel right," Rick said. "If it is this entity, there's something we are missing. It hasn't caused any direct harm to anyone, as far as I know. It's just... playing with us. I.... I don't know, Becca..."
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 14, 2017 23:47:07 GMT -5
"Becca, I want out," Rick retorted. "Yes, there is harm if we are stuck here forever. Together or not. I have a life to get on with. If you want to stay here, be my guest, but I'm not going to accompany you!" He left the electrical and walked out of the back area entirely.
((Yeouch... Rick, you hurtful jerk!))
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 14, 2017 23:58:46 GMT -5
Rick went off to the lawn and garden area to smoke, ignoring her shout.
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 15, 2017 0:11:55 GMT -5
Rick smoked several cigarettes one after another, sitting in the faint light coming into the building from the outside. She didn't even care about getting out. Why was it so important to her to be with him when getting out clearly mattered more?
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 15, 2017 0:31:13 GMT -5
((I know, but Rick kind of has a one-track mind. He kinda focuses too much onto one goal and doesn't quite know how to handle it when things don't go his way or when something distracts from his goal. XD))
Rick kept looking at the door. Every time he did, he grew angrier. Eventually he had enough and charged at the door, leaning his whole weight into the charge. His shoulder hit it hard. The door didn't budge, so he punched it, each noiseless thud paired with a desperate shout from Rick. When his knuckles started to become sore and bloody, he turned around and shouted to the ceiling, "Let us the **** out of here, you..." He followed this with a string of varying insults with increasing intensity and creativity and, well, vulgarity. He sunk to the ground and rubbed his shoulder.
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 15, 2017 0:33:50 GMT -5
Rick muttered something under his breath, turning away from the dog.
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 15, 2017 0:43:29 GMT -5
"Jax, dang it, what do you want?!" He blurted, pulling his hand away. He looked at the book on the floor and picked it up. He sighed annoyed. "Did Becca send you looking for me?" He asked rhetorically.
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 15, 2017 0:48:52 GMT -5
Rick sighed again. He opened the book and read it. After he read the most recent entry, he dropped it on the floor and looked at Jax. "Why is she so freaking obsessed with me, Jax?" He pet the dog.
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