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Post by antpelts on Aug 11, 2016 21:49:04 GMT -5
Montgomery barked a quiet laugh at Malachi's comment. He bit his tongue though, not wanting to say anything. Honestly, he felt a little blessed that his voice wouldn't get higher even when he didn't have enough hormones. Shout out to vocal cords for not being able to revert. A lower voice was probably his saving grace, his facial hair wasn't too impressive and just didn't help. Losing himself in his thoughts was all he could seem to do. What was there to say? Montgomery raised his head a bit barely able to make out the outline of the two sat across from him. "Feelin's mutual," he croaked out.
Finley turned their head to Montgomery, their friend pressed up to their shoulder. In the dark they could barely see his face but he just looked so tired. They had to admit they'd been a bit surprised, Montgomery had been pretty quiet the last few days especially. But really the two didn't have much to say these days. The only times they really talked were huddled up in shelter, half asleep, afraid they wouldn't see another day. Nervousness was pooling in Finley's chest now, as they sat. Sure it was nice to not be alone but this wasn't exactly a good situation.
But this wasn't so bad right? Maybe they should just try to enjoy the company of others. The worst was yet to come honestly, so maybe trying to make a few friends was in their best interest. Montgomery was too exhausted though, physically and emotionally. And Finley was just..overwhelmed. So in place of trying to continue talking, Montgomery brought his knees up to his chest and leaned his head on them. He bit back a sigh and let his eyes shut.
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Post by stormsong on Aug 12, 2016 17:20:50 GMT -5
the other side of milton, oregon // Ben & Bradley (11:00 a.m.)
It had been a peaceful morning. Surprisingly enough, they had plenty of those now. A veil of silence had fallen over the world - turning cities into ghost towns, towns into wastelands, and homes to tombs. The normal chatter that filled mornings with purpose had all but vanished, leaving nothing but the howling of wind. The change had been somewhat unsettling at first. Before it, the world had erupted with noise - sirens, screams, a fiery thunder. Ben's ears still rang at the sudden halt. With time, though, he grew to welcome it. It allowed for quick observation - something that may have just saved both his and his brother's life this once peaceful morning.
The pack had arrived without much warning. They were better at stealth now that their hunger was, by some means, satisfied. It was when they hit the door - realizing that the bolt was fastened - that they became frantic. The frenzied mob wailed and thundered down the halls, looking for another way in but Ben and his brother had already found their way out.
The storm had been nothing but a small flurry this morning. The grey glow they'd come to welcome as daylight had barely shown. Now, though, it raged. Snow fell in solid sheets, allowing for little visibility. Tethered around both men's waists was a length of rope, drawn taut as one brother pulled the next through three feet of snow.
Everything weighed heavy and stuck like glue by sweat and water. His limbs ached from his near struggle through drifts of billowing snow and his heart thudded against his chest with an effort he hadn't exerted since he first tried out for his high school football team. He felt they'd been wandering for ages and yet, there was no end to the vast ocean of white.
Pulling his scarf down, he turned back to his brother - his face red and numb. The goggles he wore over his eyes offered little protection as snow stung his cheeks and nose. "We've got to call it," he called over the rising wind. "I can't see a damn thing!" He gripped the straps of his pack, preparing to drop his things and start on a shelter. All he needed was his brother's say so.
Ben's voice snapped Bradley back to reality. He plunged his hand into one of his (many) jackets, snatching out a crumpled piece of paper. He squinted through his goggles at the faded ink. "We're almost there, we are only two miles out from Milton!"
Bradley stumbled through the snow towards his brother. Though the two were nearly identical in looks and stature, Ben had always been the one who endured the big and brawny sports. Bradley had fallen in love with running as a little kid, and had kept up ever since. "Let's switch, Ben. It's my turn to be up front. I'll finish the last two miles." |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2016 21:04:49 GMT -5
[ Hey! I'm working on a couple replies. ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2016 22:49:19 GMT -5
locked in a closet somewhere in oregon // Malachi & Blake, Finley & Montgomery
Malachi snorted again, his smile faint. Closing his eyes against the dark, he sealed out the last of the light and tilted his head back against the wall. He was afraid to admit how exhausted he really was. His entire body ached, feeling heavy and slow. It took everything in him not to give in and fall prey to his brain's needs. A decent nights rest was all he wanted but he couldn't. Not here, not when he had to rely on total strangers to be sure the infected didn't bust the door in and devour them all. He'd stay awake till he was sure the danger had passed.
With a sigh, he opened his eyes. Adjusting the gloves he wore over his fingers, he turned his attention to Finley and Montgomery. "Guess we'll be here for a while," he spoke, his voice quiet, "what with the storm and our friends outside." He cleared his throat and glanced over to Blake. She'd yet to stir. "Got any ideas on how we get past that party?"
the other side of milton, oregon // Ben & Bradley
Ben remained still as his brother spoke, squinting the slightest bit to see him through the blinding white landscape. He pursed his lips and curled his hands tighter around the straps. Two miles would be nothing on a clear day but with visibility so low and the wind fighting them every step of the way, the distance seemed daunting at the least. They could just as easily wander past their destination as reach it in these conditions.
As Bradley moved to pass him, he stepped to the side, deciding not to voice his worries aloud. Pulling his scarf back up over his nose, he turned to follow, setting his jaw as the wind howled toward the two. The snow was like teeth, prying at loose articles of clothing as it shot past them.
Despite his hesitation, he was grateful not to be in lead. After hours of trudging through three feet of snow, his legs felt like rubber, shaking as he readied to follow his brother. He could only hope they'd reach Milton soon. Blah. Sorry for taking so long. I've got things going on at the house so I'm kind of distracted. I hope these are okay. |
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Post by antpelts on Aug 13, 2016 12:07:27 GMT -5
(dont worry! ill respond asap)
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Post by antpelts on Aug 13, 2016 12:46:20 GMT -5
Montgomery almost laughed- ideas? Sleep deprived, averagely hungry, and just fully exhausted he could barely think enough to remember these strangers' names. So he bit the inside of his cheek, keeping any snappy response to himself. What else was there to do but sit? Sit and hope and wait and hope. Hope that they were left alone. And once they were alone they had to start hoping they wouldn't freeze to death.
Montgomery stopped his train of thought- god. Was he always that pessimistic and..emo? But really, those were the only options he could see. He wasn't calm and collected, able to form some genius plan to help them. He felt shaken up, thinking Henri would be able to figure something out. Even Dominique probably would have some sort of idea. Even if it was a little stupid. His chest felt tight. Was it worse not knowing their fate? Or would it hurt more to know if they had died? Regardless, starting to think about this wasn't helping anyone.
Finley sensed Montgomery's discomfort rising- he thought too much. Trapped himself in his head. But they really couldn't do much about that. "Well- if we really think they'll eventually move on past us doing nothing would be best. Trying anything at all won't be safe. So..it depends."
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Post by мegaloмanιa on Aug 13, 2016 22:31:33 GMT -5
Who cares? We're stuck. // Finn & Marley
"What gives you the right to play God?"
That was the last thing he'd said to her. She was fairly sure that was the last thing he'd said to anyone.
She'd only smiled, a light, thin-lipped grimace towards the stranger she had not the faintest reckoning of less than five minutes prior. Before she had shoved a gun in his face. It was his own gun, funnily enough. It seemed he had enough faith left in him to leave the firearm just beside his sleeping bag. So there he sat upright, chest rising vehemently as she flickered in the candle-lit reflection of his glossy gaze. There was a sense of entitlement in holding a gun to a man's head. A surge of power that one would be delirious to excuse. But if there was a God--and if that God hadn't already abandoned mankind, who was to say he didn't approve of the homicidal act? That was a question she would ponder, late at night when the vast sky swallowed up the sunlight and the creaks, snaps, and groans of the sleepy earth taunted the few remaining. It was a pondering she'd never gotten an answer to, and possibly--beyond each villainous act she committed--she never would.
She took his food, what few supplies would last she and her sister a few more days, and whatever hope he had left in his vacant eyes. But she never took his life. At least that's what she told herself in fervent repetition. 'I didn't kill him, I didn't pull the trigger.' But the sweet nothings whispered deep within one's head aren't so easy to dismiss, and her stomach knotted as she drove, brows furrowing as her gaze pulled at the flurry of snow dispersing across the stained windshield.
The girl's tongue slipped between her teeth as she left the hazy trance-like state of discomfort she found herself drifting into all too often lately. The sound of static assaulted her ears immediately, her teeth gnawing down on flesh as she cast a glare at her sibling. Her shoulders only fell from their tensed position when the buzz came to an abrupt end, the hazy mass beside her slouching backwards with a soft creak of the cold metal beneath their vessels.
The car was difficult, jerking every now and again, it's insides sputtering as metal brushed against metal with painful vigor. But it was no different than any other hijacked vehicle. Nothing lasted very long anymore. A year of harsh weather will put anything through the motions. It just so happened that people weren't too concerned with their prized Koenigsegg when their neighbors started throwing up their insides and the sky turned gray. The perfect omen for what was to come. For what still chased at the heels of the resilient and the idiotically lucky.
Marley was never materialistic, nor was she one to crave those little human interactions. Even so, the environment they fought to thrive in put a damper on anyone's life. She had plans, relations, and aspirations. None of which included sitting in thick turmoil beside Finley. Her baby sister that never quite grew up in her eyes. Not due to nurture, but more a veil that'd been pulled over her eyes the day she left with their father. She had said goodbye to Fin and Dianna, quite willingly, for what was supposed to be forever, and the next time she truly sat down with her once nine year old sibling, she was no longer the chubby-cheeked, freckled rodent Marley remembered. It was easier to leave a ghostly barrier between herself and her sister when she feared the alternative.
Her tongue throbbed as the engine of the vehicle let out a protestant screech, pale gaze flickering across the dimly lit dashboard as the automobile rolled to a rugged stop. The car shuddered as it died, and though Marley's hand instinctively flew to the keys in the ignition, itching to force the car back to life, her eyes strayed. The snow was already beginning to pile up across the now motionless windshield, pulling light shadows across the vehicle in uneven patches. A smile pulled at the edges of her lips tirelessly.
"Ah, perfect!" A thud resonated through the silence of the dead vehicle as a curled fist met the top of the dashboard in final protest.
The vehicle was unperturbed. [[ am i fashionably late yet look, i brought garbage cccccccccccccccccccccccc': but really, I am super sorry about the lateness, I finally got a replacement laptop (woo) ;v;
if you need me to rewrite the mess above, just let me know. sorry again.by the way, is that rick&morty I spy??? >,> ]] |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 15:11:34 GMT -5
[ It's all good, Meglomania. c; Your post looks great!
And, yes! I just finished binge watching it in like two days. cx
Working on some replies. ]
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Post by stormsong on Aug 14, 2016 21:45:18 GMT -5
the other side of milton, oregon // Ben & Bradley
Ben remained still as his brother spoke, squinting the slightest bit to see him through the blinding white landscape. He pursed his lips and curled his hands tighter around the straps. Two miles would be nothing on a clear day but with visibility so low and the wind fighting them every step of the way, the distance seemed daunting at the least. They could just as easily wander past their destination as reach it in these conditions.
As Bradley moved to pass him, he stepped to the side, deciding not to voice his worries aloud. Pulling his scarf back up over his nose, he turned to follow, setting his jaw as the wind howled toward the two. The snow was like teeth, prying at loose articles of clothing as it shot past them.
Despite his hesitation, he was grateful not to be in lead. After hours of trudging through three feet of snow, his legs felt like rubber, shaking as he readied to follow his brother. He could only hope they'd reach Milton soon. Blah. Sorry for taking so long. I've got things going on at the house so I'm kind of distracted. I hope these are okay.
As Bradley sorted through these plans in his mind, he trudged through the snow. God, he hoped he still had all ten toes. Bradley had lost feeling in them at least two hours ago, and wasn't sure if that was a blessing or a curse. The first thing he would do when he and Ben found shelter is make a massive fire, and snuggle his toes up right against the warmed rocks around it. Not too close though, he couldn't have his socks catch on fire. And then Ben would start dinner, maybe he would roast the nuts the two had found---
And suddenly the ground was gone beneath Bradley. Snow fell in around the brothers like a blanket sliding away, dragging the world into the darkness below. Bradley felt his feet hit solid ground, but oh, his body wasn't quite done with gravity yet. Snow pounded around his spine, nearly drowning Bradley. "Ben! Ben! Are you okay?" The two seemed to have fallen into an old underground cellar, the ceiling no longer strong enough to hold the feet of snow above. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2016 21:22:06 GMT -5
[ Sorry for the absence. I've been packing for college.
I probably won't be on often this week. I get settled sometime this weekend(sunday most likely) and will be more active then.
Still workin' on those replies. xp ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2016 1:55:47 GMT -5
locked in a closet somewhere in oregon // Malachi & Blake, Finley & Montgomery
Next to him, Blake ducked her head, pulling the sides of his coat closer around her. In the dark, he could see her shivering. Whether it was from the cold or shear terror of the world outside her bunker, he still couldn't be sure. In all honesty, despite the near hazy stupor his brain tried to plunge head first into, this was probably the best he'd felt in a long while. The warmth that radiated around the room, just hearing another's breath, it was more than he'd had in some time. He didn't know whether to feel drunk with joy or guilt given everything else. It was probably better not to dwell on the thought. Remain impartial, maybe, but he couldn't keep a small smirk from curling the corners of his lips.
At the other's voice, he moaned softly. "Let's just hope this storm ends soon than." He dreaded thinking what might happen if it didn't. The infected were seldom known to be patient. Being confined so long in one place, one building. Their hunger would drive them insane. Nothing - not the door nor these walls - would keep them safe if that became the case. Sooner or later, they'd have to try something.
Looking to Blake, he focused on her in the dark. "You guys known each other long?" He asked the two. It was smalltalk - meaningless - but something to keep his senses aware and his mind awake.
the boondocks of Oregon // Finn & Marley
Finn, fortunately, had only ever had to deal with one flat tire in the time she'd been driving. She was wicked with a lug wrench and none to bad at operating a jack but, when it came to the metal apparatus under the front hood, she hadn't the slightest clue how to make repairs. Knowing this, all hope of starting the car again rested on Marley's shoulders.
She barely moved as the vehicle inched forward unsteadily and simply shut her eyes tighter as if she could somehow will the problem away. This wasn't the case as it droned to a halt. If Marley hadn't had been there, her presence cross and unpleasant, Finn might have knelt forward in her seat and cried. Nothing - not a damned thing - in her life seemed worth the breath she spent on it.
Flinching at Marley's outburst, she sat up, shrugging on her jacket. A spark of annoyance raged as Marley's remark hit the air, all the more loud now that the car had quieted. She almost felt the need to snap something back, whether it be out of reflex or pure spite, but remained silent as she stared at the road before them.
Raising a hand as if to ward off any more retorts, Finn looked at her - or more so glared. "Just. . pop the hood." Without another word, she jerked her car door open and stepped out of the vehicle, snow crunching underfoot.
(Sorry this post is so short. xp )
the other side of milton, oregon // Ben & Bradley
Ben heard it first. A crack underfoot that barely resonated through the snow. It stopped him dead, the rope around his waist growing taut as his brother continued forward - his figure a dark cloud. He'd seconds to react, to register the sound and move, but his hesitation had him doomed from the start. As the first board gave way, he turned back - lunging as the ground moved beneath his feet. The rope snapped tight, digging into his side as he collapsed into a drift of snow. For a mere second, he thought he might have had it but the thought was extinguished as his small haven sloped downward, his brother's weight and the combined incline forcing him into the crater. Wood splintered and snow rained down on top of him as he fell to the floor.
He felt like a doll tossed carelessly in a box, contorted and pained as more things joined him. It wasn't till those things were silenced that he dared breath and release the tension in his body. For a moment, all he could register was a burning ache that started at his feet and moved upward. His head throbbed and heart thudded as adrenaline pulsed through his figure. He could think of nothing - barely breath - until the pain subsided. All he could think of then was his brother.
"Brad." His response was curt and quick. Belly down, he slowly pulled his arms around so that he could push up from the ground - more snow falling as he rose. He cursed the jolt in his right arm aloud and looked up. Bradley was barely visible in the bank of snow that had nearly consumed him. Standing immediately, he crossed the short distance between them and practically fell to the floor next to him. Brushing snow away from his brother's face and chest, he reached Bradley's shoulders and pulled upright by his jacket. "You okay?" |
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Post by antpelts on Aug 17, 2016 18:02:34 GMT -5
At the comment from Malachi Finley gave a short nod, though in the darkness it could easily just go unnoticed. They leaned back a bit, head lolling to the side a bit as they felt their exhaustion start to push at them. Though, it was the opposite of comfortable so they raised their head and sat up straighter, back pressed firmly to the wall. Montgomery shifted where he sat too, leaning ever so slightly so he could feel the familiar press of Finley's shoulder against his own. At the question he raised his gaze, giving a small nod as he opened his mouth.
"Yeah-" Not as long as he'd known Dominique and Henri, but Finley had been a friend for a while. "We probably met..well, hell, a while ago. A few years." He was never really good with time, especially now. All Montgomery was certain of was that he had a few years worth of memories of him and Finley. Of the two of them working together to become their own true selves. Memories of Montgomery taking Finley dress shopping even though both of them feared that Montgomery might be assumed a female and Finley would be assumed to be his boyfriend. But with your best friend it was easier to forget that.
Best friend. The thought surprised Montgomery. He always thought of Dominique and Henri as his best friends but now he had no idea where they were and..maybe Finley truly was his best friend. Or a best friend. It was a nice thought. As he thought Montgomery slipped away a bit, eyes fixed on empty space. Finley noticed and sat up a bit taller, hoping to pull attention away from their friend before he was asked what he was thinking about. "-yeah. It was quite a while ago. Definitely over five years? But the exact time escapes me."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2016 20:25:42 GMT -5
[ Woo. Got everything unpacked faster than I'd anticipated. ]
locked in a closet somewhere in oregon // Malachi & Blake, Finley & Montgomery
Malachi rested his head against the wall, one brow raised as Finley spoke. Their time together was impressive. Before Yellowstone and before the White Death, five years would have meant nothing to him - only that the two were close friends or family. Now, though, people didn't live long. It was near impossible to have any sort of companionship with anyone new these days. The fact that they knew each other before the event was even more astonishing. He whistled low, expressing his surprise through sound rather than expression. He'd never had company long. It had become a sort of game to him to guess the length in time he'd know someone before they'd bite it. Morbid, yes, but it was all he could do - a sort of coping mechanism. He was done mourning the loss and heartbreak, done with dwelling on those thoughts for more than a second. A joke was easily made and gone within seconds. Anything else staid too long in his head - rotting it from the inside out till he was little more than a crumpled mess.
Besides, he liked the laugh every now and then.
As another round of knocks rattled their door, he sat up a bit straighter. He'd a bowie knife strapped to his belt and two bullets to an old glock he'd kept before, and little more to defend himself than his own two hands. He'd counted five infected coming into their little square of darkness and that had been at a glance. If anything got through the door. . well, he dreaded the thought. He was tense, his figure poised and his hand outstretched - ready to whip the pistol from its place in the front most pocket of his rucksack. He wouldn't have reacted so quickly if he hadn't heard the crack - the splinter of wood.
The door held but, for how much longer, he wasn't sure.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2016 8:33:54 GMT -5
[ Morning! ^^ ]
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Post by antpelts on Aug 21, 2016 17:15:03 GMT -5
(hey! might take me a lil bit to reply but im here!)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2016 18:04:05 GMT -5
[ That's fine. c; Hey! ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 17:06:03 GMT -5
[ Anybody home? ]
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Post by antpelts on Aug 22, 2016 17:09:14 GMT -5
(sorry i got a ton of apush homework. hopefully i dont take 4 hours.)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 17:12:12 GMT -5
[ Nah, you're good. c; Thanks for the heads up. ]
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Post by antpelts on Aug 22, 2016 20:46:51 GMT -5
Montgomery jerked, sitting up straighter, worry bubbling in his chest. Here they were in an enclosed space, trapped, with something to fight on the other side of the door. He and Finley spent most of their time running, they hadn't exactly found the best weapons so fighting wasn't very viable. Not to mention- Montgomery couldn't wield much with only one arm. On top of that being on two prosthetics gave Finley poor balance, guns were hard to shoot because they couldn't steady themselves. A lot of factors were really making the two nervous at the idea of having to fight. Or run. Honestly, the fact they made it as far as they did was amazing.
But as for weapons they actually had- Montgomery had a selection of small blades on his person and Finley had a small hunting knife to their name. Neither were really enough.
Well- maybe this would be the day they bit it. Locked in a closet with two people they didn't know. But really Montgomery couldn't find himself worrying beyond the sudden tightness in his chest from the crack. Sure, he was worried, naturally, but besides the natural reaction he..was beginning to feel calmer. They'd made it pretty far, him and Finley. So now he felt pretty okay with where they were. Well, not okay, things could be better. But he was kind of..accepting it.
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