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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jun 10 2015, 07:59 PM Post #1801 |
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Is that so?
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The drive back to the church was uneventful. They encountered nothing out of the ordinary for them. The drive back was almost too ordinary for Willow. She found herself glancing out the windows, looking for anything that didn't move like a rotter. But she never found anything apart from fleeting shadows and figments of her overactive imagination. By the time they arrived back at the church, the sun had finally dipped below the horizon and the orange sky was already beginning to turn black. A cool breeze caressed the trees of the quiet, suburban neighborhood in the southern end of Iowa City. Willow parked the van in the parking lot, taking the space next to Antonio's truck. It was a small lot, but there were enough cars here that that they would not look like an obvious target to anyone that was walking by. Assuming anyone was walking by. Antonio had mentioned he had not seen anyone alive in several weeks. It made Willow feel a little better. Combined with the fact they had made pretty good progress tracking down Nolan today, her spirits were higher than she thought they would be. Of course, she could just be looking forward to locking herself in a room with Brandon. "The church is larger than it looks." Antonio started explaining as everyone approached the front doors. He withdrew the keys from his pocket and unlocked them, allowing everyone inside. They found themselves in a wide hallway. A sign hung on the wall. 'Community Lobby' and 'Worship Hall' were labeled as to the right, where the hallway looped around the corner and led to a stairwell. To the left, there were various classrooms (presumably for group study sessions), restrooms, a library, and even a kitchen. Willow was slightly impressed at the facilities that this place had. She had never really been to a church like this before. "Tonight, you are all my guests. That means I want you to take it easy tonight. Spread out, relax, whatever you want, my home is open to you. Let me know if you need anything and I will do my best to accommodate." Antonio announced humbly to his new guests. "Until I am needed, I will be in the kitchen putting together dinner." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Jun 11 2015, 03:38 AM Post #1802 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“You think he meant to sound like the creepiest man in the world just then?” Eli asked rhetorically, just as soon as Antonio had headed off. He had started to warm to the guy out in the field. It was hard not to, he was being so helpful and straightforward, and he was even keeping the religious stuff to a minimum. But take it easy, spread out, relax? They had all just suffered one of the toughest days of their lives, and the person they had come here to find was still out there somewhere, maybe dead, maybe in trouble. Eli, at least, was hardly going to relax. He shook it off and studied the hallway of the church. It all looked relatively clean, and the fact that the door was locked when they got here –and locked again now – was a comfort. “I think he meant well,” Annie said. Eli looked back to her, and at Connor, who was standing glumly by her side. She shrugged as she looked around herself. A thought seemed to strike her and she looked to Brandon and Willow, who were standing unsurprisingly close together. “Hey, weren’t you talking about a hair-cut, earlier?” she asked. “I think that’s smart. Connor could use one as well.” Connor gave his mom an annoyed frown. |
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| Strompy | Jun 11 2015, 12:28 PM Post #1803 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Come find me after dinner." Brandon instructed Willow simply before heading off. He gestured for Emily to accompany him which she did with a raised eyebrow. She always remembered he was the follower when they were kids. Brandon was heading back the way they came. Instead of unloading gear with the others he turned and started walking down the street. As Antonio had said he really had kept it clear of creeps, not seeing any of them was almost as unnerving as seeing lots of them. "Where are we going exactly?" she asked without objection. "I'm just going to check out some of the surrounding houses. There are some things I need. I just want somebody watching my back, and I wanted to talk to you some more." he explained simply. "Okay. Well it's my turn to ask something so... you and Willow, huh?" she asked with a smirk. Brandon gave a self-satisfied smiled in response. "Nice. How long have you two been together?" she continued. "Few days now." Brandon admitted happily. "Huh." Emily said neutrally. It seemed odd, but considering their circumstances it made sense. Nobody really measured time in weeks or months anymore. It was all a matter of days and hours. Those small spaces of time took on greater importance now when they may be all you have. Brandon had explained that in the span of a day they'd lost two of their friends, and another only the day before that. A lot can change in a few days. The two chatted about what they'd done during the first days of the outbreak. Emily explained how she and a coworker had taken it upon themselves to patrol their community. How they'd urged people to stay inside, and stay quiet when the creeps came by. As the days went on there were less and less people left to check on. Families kept disappearing, either fleeing to the fabled safe-zones or being overrun. They did what little they could but pretty soon they were protecting a ghost town. Brandon recounted what had happened to his family. Emily gave him a consoling hug. They came across a single storey house. Antonio had probably gone through it already but Brandon doubted very much he'd taken what he was looking for. The front door was deadlocked. Brandon was about to break the glass when Emily suggested looking under the door mat. Sure enough there was a spare key. "What's the point of a putting a lock on the door if you're going to put the key somewhere that obvious?" Brandon marveled allowed. They easily found what he was looking for. A big saucepan, a bucket, some clean cloths as well as some toiletries, an iron barbecue grill, some bricks as well as two big bottles of water they'd taken from the toilet cistern. When they got back to the church they set about building a low fire out the back. There was a concern about the smoke it let off, but it wasn't likely to give away their position by smell. Any human i the vicinity would be hunkered down for the night like them so they weren't much of a concern either. Even so they new to stay vigilant as they boiled the water they brought back. Brandon filled the bucket he'd brought back and placed it in one of the rooms to cool down while they had dinner. The rest would be more drinking water. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jun 11 2015, 01:13 PM Post #1804 |
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Is that so?
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"In his defense, he doesn't really know the kind of day it's been." Jen smiled ruefully at Eli. She understood what he was getting at. The priest's words did seem conceited and strange, but there was also a reasonable explanation for them. She wanted to go on and tell him about how Antonio didn't know about Randall or Julie or anything that had happened at Flint. How Antonio was removed from everything and only knew the past few hours. But she refrained. Even evoking the names of the fallen right now was difficult. Eli had been especially close to both Julie and Randall. She couldn't blame him for taking the losses as hard as he was. And it didn't help that Eli was a difficult man to get close to so she didn't know how to reassure him. "Still, I'm going to take that invitation and at least try to relax." She explained. "I think we all deserve that. We're gonna be reuniting a family tomorrow if all goes well, after all." She glanced sideways at the dour Kelsey, who managed a weak smile at the thought. * * * * * Willow tilted her head to the side as Brandon excused himself. She wasn't sure what he was up to, but it didn't really matter. He was probably going to check the place out or something like that. She glanced somewhat forlornly at him as he left, but turned her attention back to Annie fairly quickly. They were asking about a haircut; it was something Brandon had brought up earlier and asked her about. Obviously the implication was that she could handle it. And she wasn't about to object -- not only did it give her something to do, but she owed Annie big for the whole 'saving her life' incident. Willow knew that a haircut was hardly repayment for that, but it was something she could do to help. "Just fair warning, my only experience with this sort of thing is from my friend and I cutting each other's hair in elementary school. We got pretty good at it, but it has been a while." Willow smirked. "If you're both still okay with that, I'll do my best." "Can you do black hair?" Jen's sudden question caught Willow off guard. "Only one way to find out." It was the first thing that came to mind. Probably not the most reassuring answer. "Under normal circumstances, that would be a straight up hell no. But it's not like I have any other options right now." Jen motioned to the poofy half-afro on her head. "I've been lucky so far, with hair like this, it's only a matter of time before my hair cut is from a rotter and I look like Brandon. Best case scenario." "Well, that's one." Willow turned expectantly back to Annie. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Jun 12 2015, 12:51 AM Post #1805 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“I should probably get one too,” Annie said, adopting a contemplative frown. Instinctively, she felt the bottom of her current dark locks. It was in pretty good condition – until recently, she’d had consistent access to running water and shampoo – but it wouldn’t be for long. It was also a potential danger, like Brandon had discovered earlier. She didn’t love the thought of chopping it off, but it was undeniably the sensible thing. “I…” Emmett’s soft voice started then immediately trailed off. Annie turned to look at him – and the unkempt brown hair that fell in tangles around his head. Over the last couple days, she had already gotten used to his greasy mane. It was off putting at first, then it wasn’t. He seemed to wear it pretty naturally. It fit him. “Maybe…” Emmett started again. “You want a haircut?” Annie jumped in. Emmett was silent for a second. “Okay.” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jun 12 2015, 09:07 AM Post #1806 |
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Willow let out a sharp whistle. Even Emmett wanted to get a trim. She had not exactly been prepared for that. Now she had four clients tonight. Eli and Antonio hardly needed haircuts right now, so unless Kelsey spoke up, that was as much as she was getting tonight before Brandon and Emily returned. Of course, Willow realized she could probably really use a cut too. Cutting her own hair would be a disaster though, maybe she better let one of the others do it. She dug through Brandon's bag until she found the scissors that he had stashed away. "So." She slipped the scissors on her fingers and looked to everyone expectantly. "Who's first?" |
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| DoctorYerishi | Jun 12 2015, 04:42 PM Post #1807 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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The talk of haircuts had Eli rubbing a hand over his own head and face. He had grown a weeks’ worth of scruff. He wanted it off, but there wasn’t anything to be done about that with scissors, so he prepared to leave them to it. “Before you start, can I take a look at the map?” Eli asked, as his hand fell once again to his side. “I’d like to get a better sense of where we are, what we’re headin’ into.” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jun 12 2015, 04:57 PM Post #1808 |
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Willow froze. Ah, shit. She had kind of hoped Eli would forget about the map. It really wasn't that big of a deal, but she still felt really stupid about forgetting it. It wasn't the only map around, of course, but what if someone found it and followed them? She had drawn their full route on it. But Eli didn't know that. Maybe it would be better if she left that detail out -- that probably wouldn't happen anyway. Probably. She trusted Eli with her life, he was a friend and a damn good guy. But he was still scary when he got mad. "Well, you see... I kinda forgot to pack it up as we were leaving." She sounded like a kid who had just gotten caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "If we can't find another one though, I remember a lot of the route. If we follow the 80, we got Des Moines and Omaha coming up pretty quickly. But then it's a straight shot all the way to Utah." She gave Eli an innocent smile. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Jun 13 2015, 01:38 AM Post #1809 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli gave Willow a withering look. That was a stupid mistake to make. Really stupid. He would have told her so, but she had gone through the same hellish day he had. So he left it at the look. “Keep remembering,” was all he said on the topic, before looking around at the people who had agreed to haircuts. “I’ll leave you to it.” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jun 13 2015, 02:59 AM Post #1810 |
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As Eli glared at her, Willow smile shifted from innocent to nervous. She was thankful when he departed to go about his own business. All things considered, his reaction could have been worse. A harsh glare was really not all that bad in the scheme of things. But it felt pretty bad right about now. Eli may have been gone, but the soul crushing wrath of his disappointment would linger for some time. "Well, I guess we better get started..." She sighed. * * * * * After finding a trash can and some seats, the haircuts went a little faster than Willow had anticipated. She started with Connor, then Emmett, Annie, and then finally Jen. She got back into the groove of cutting fairly quickly; Connor was thankfully pretty easy since his hair was already pretty short. Ideally, she should just cut off all their hair. It would have made everything easier as it would give the rotters nothing to grab onto. Brandon's hair wasn't exactly long and a rotter still managed to grab a good clump of his hair out. But even while humanity was on the brink of extinction and every day was a fight for their lives, Willow was unwilling to just shave everything off their heads. At least not without their explicit order. Instead, she simply cut everyone's hair according to their orders. She took a lot off Annie's head in particular; she wanted her hair short and Willow obliged. She sheared Emmett's wild mane as well into something a little neater, but she was barely allowed to do anything more than trim the big guy's beard a little bit. Still, she felt like Emmett had more hair on his head than Annie did. At least before she got to work on it. Once she started on him, it was pretty cut and dry. Jen was the tricky one; but she found a sort of groove and eventually -- through a little trial and error -- managed to cut Jen's quasi-afro into a smaller shape. It had gone from about 8 inches long down to about 3 or 4. Overall, Willow was pretty pleased with her work. For someone who hadn't done a haircut since elementary school, she had done well. There was still hair to grab, but there was less of it. If nothing else, it was an improvement, and it could save one of their lives. "Not bad." Jen waggled her head back and forth to get the feel. "My head feels lighter already. I forgot how good that felt." Everyone else had left to go about their business and presumably go see how the others or the food was doing. Now it was just the two women in the room. Jen had been the last one to get her hair cut. "I'm glad my first time with black hair wasn't a disaster." Willow mused. "I've had better, don't get me wrong." She was quick to rebut. "Gee, thanks." "But I've also had much worse. It's a pass in my book." "I'll take it then." Willow held out the scissors for Jen to take with a wry grin on her face. "So let's see if you can do any better." Jen looked at them strangely as if they were a foreign object for a few moments, then looked back up at Willow. She cautiously accepted the cutting instruments. "I didn't say I could do better, you know that, right?" "Well, give it a shot." Willow sat down with her back turned. She had gotten used to her long hair. It was well past her shoulders when she let it down. But that was dangerous. Very dangerous. She knew it and so did everyone else. She was kind of looking forward to having a short cut again. "So what am I doing here?" "A bob cut or something should be fine." Willow assured her. "How do I do that? Which one is a bob cut?" This may have been a mistake. * * * * * The meal he had prepared was less than satisfactory, by his accounts, but it was something. A little bit of stale bread, some butter, and a small variety of canned foods from a food drive the church had been hosting when all of this went down. It consumed most of the food he had left in this church, but he was not planning on staying here much longer anyway. This would be his last night regardless. These people were nice, but he was not sure if he was meant to travel with them after this. Or if they would even have him. He knew his calling was somewhere else, but he couldn't tell where. He informed everyone it was ready, and they trickled into the kitchen and helped themselves to the modest supper that Antonio had prepared. The surprise was that half of them came with new haircuts, prompting Antonio to do a double take. Annie looked entirely different and Emmett looked almost respectable. "The haircuts are certainly a change." Antonio commented as Willow and Jen entered a little later than everyone else. "They look good." Jen looked... almost identical but with less hair. And Willow had cut off a majority of her hair and replaced it with a short and modest bob cut that fell down just past her neck in the back and slanted over her eyes in the front. With so much of the pink hair gone, her natural blonde at the roots stood out a lot more. "Utilitarian too!" Jen was, as always, quick on the rebound. "Rotters won't be able to grab us quite so easily anymore." "But they can still grab us." Willow sighed. "We didn't cut it all off after all." "I said quite so easily, Willow." Jen feigned a heavy sigh. "Come on!" Everyone grabbed some cheap, disposable plates and gathered around a table to eat. Antonio resisted the urge to lead everyone in prayer before they started; it was a subject he approached carefully due to his time with young people. Not all of them were fond of the idea of God. The dinner went almost as quickly as it came. * * * * * The food was cold. Warm food had almost been a forgotten luxury before arriving at Flint. Now Willow would need to get used to it being cold again. They'd had one hell of a day and she had an after-dinner party that she was really looking forward to -- the taste of the food didn't really bother her much. When she finished, she wasn't hungry anymore and that was all she could really ask for. They had done pretty well for themselves. As she put her plate in the trash, she glanced knowingly at Brandon beside her. * * * * * As dinner was wrapping up, Kelsey separated herself from the others. She hadn't touched much of her food. She wasn't really all that hungry. Despite the help and the support from everyone else, she still felt so alone. Losing her dad like that, it hurt. Now she was on the precipice of her first night alone without him. The wound that felt like it was slowly healing was suddenly torn back open and it hurt all over again. She unlocked the front door of the church and slipped outside. It was dark and it was cold. The moon gave off just enough light that she could see though. They had been using candles inside, so it was already pretty dim and her eyes well adjusted. She made her way across the lawn and sat down in the middle of it, by the sign. Hopefully nobody would look for her out here. She wanted to be alone. Brandon and Willow were probably going to go have sex again and she didn't want to interrupt that. That was fine. They should be happy. They were both alive. They had each other. What else did they need? Kelsey wanted to believe that she had them too. But they weren't her parents. They weren't obligated to watch after her. They were friends. But they weren't her family -- her real family -- and they never would be. They were just a cheap substitute. "They're just a cheap substitute for you, dad..." She whimpered quietly to herself as a fresh set of tears welled up behind her eyes. "Why did you go...? Why...?" She balled her hands into fists and tore out handfuls of grass and threw them wildly. "WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!?" Kelsey screamed, louder than she knew she should have. But she didn't care. If rotters got her, then so be it. Her gaze slowly lowered back to the ground and she fell silent. |
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| Strompy | Jun 13 2015, 11:07 AM Post #1811 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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It had been a crazy day to say the least. She hadn't felt so wound up since she lost Anthony, that was a pretty shattering to put it mildly. She had set out to leave Iowa and didn't even make it past state lines. She had had the whole day on top of that truck to think. Thinking was the last thing she wanted to do but there wasn't much else and she was never really capable of meditation. The predictable mortal fear was there, that she was going to die on top of a truck carrying exactly what she could have used to get herself out of there. That was an amusing irony. Amusing once she was out of there that was, not so funny at the time. Mostly she found herself thinking about her family and her childhood. She'd always had a problem with dwelling on things. Her parent's divorce, her mother's infidelity, her dad's neglect (of her and her mother at least), her brother was ignorant of how shit their parent's marriage was and put it down to their mom cheating. Emily knew better. He was always their dad's only concern and it made him blind to how much a shitty person he was. Her dad was probably dead now. Hardly upsetting. Her mom, also probably dead since hospitals were some of the first places to go. That was upsetting. Her brother was on the other side of the country, and completely unaccounted for. Might still be alive though she'd hardly make it her mission to find that turd. Not pleasant thoughts at all. Then out of the blue she gets saved by a bunch of people doing exactly that, and one of them happened to be the oldest friend had. It was a complete mindfuck. Things only got more interesting from there. Wound up, to say the least. She leaned against the wall to the side of the entrance out the front of the church. From her breast pocket she pulled out a freshly rolled joint. Her personal stash included a big bag of reefer she'd found in an evidence locker. Despite the fact the world had gone to hell something about it felt hypocritical, but not enough to prevent her from getting a buzz on. She smiled contentedly as she took a few pleasant drags. Instinctively she ducked when he heard the door open. The girl, Kelsey came out the front. Emily would have said something but she got the feeling Kelsey didn't come outside for conversation. She started saying something but Emily couldn't make out what she was saying. It gave her a start when she started yelling. Emily looked around down the street to see if any creeps had taken note of the outburst. It seemed okay. Tentatively she approached the girl, taking another drag. "Good question, little sister." she commented. Behind her she heard the door open again and turned to see Brandon approaching them with a pistol in hand and a concerned look on his face. ... Brandon lead the way after they finished with dinner. He opened the door to a room he'd secured just for them. He waited for Willow before closing it, and secured their privacy by propping a chair against the door. Inside the room he there was a stool with a bucket of soapy water and a first aid kit beside it. The water was cooled down enough now that it was comfortably hot. Wordlessly he approached Willow with calculated restraint. He knew what she wanted, he wanted it too. But he knew the waiting brought a pleasant agony, and there was something he wanted to do first. He removed her scarf and let it drop to the floor, then her jacket, locking lips with her and guiding her backwards toward the chair. Finally he took her top off, and gestured for her to take a seat. "Your stitches need to be cleaned and your dressings changed." he explained, kneeling down behind her. That was true of course but it didn't mean it couldn't have its own charm. He took a cloth from the bucket and wrung it out. The water and cloth gave off steam in the cool air and Brandon took a little pleasure in the goosebumps that Willow broke out in. He removed her dressings, and carefully began cleaning around her stitches. "Water's tight. This might not be what we had in Flint but it's still important to stay clean, especially for you." he continued to explain, his words clinical but his hand began paying particular interest to other areas that weren't so important to keep clean. "Now take off your pants." he ordered. Before she could comply he heard Kelsey screaming. It sounded like it was coming from the front. He drew his pistol and passed Willow her jacket before he rushed out of the room to investigate. He ran down the hall and out the front door, slowing only when he saw Kelsey out the front with Emily standing behind her and to the side. Seeing there was no immediate danger he holstered his pistol and approached the girl. The next few days were going to be the hardest she'd ever face. He knew from experience. Tonight was the first night she'd spend without her dad. Was this the first night she'd sleep alone since this all started? Had she been sleeping in her parent's bed since it began? That must have been another cruel aspect of her situation. There'd be a lot of firsts without her parents to come and everyone of them was going to be a reminder. There weren't any words to help, so he just sat down next to her. He looked at Emily and she nodded in acknowledgment that she wasn't needed anymore before she turned and walked away. He sat there in silence, just to let her know that he knew exactly where she was right now. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jun 13 2015, 11:38 AM Post #1812 |
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Kelsey groaned lightly. Her outburst had attracted attention. Attention that was very much unwanted right now. "Go away." She sighed indifferently, not even bothering to lift her gaze from the patch of grass her eyes were fixated on. "I wanna be alone. I need to think." I don't need your help. Or your sympathy. They won't bring back dad. She refrained from adding that part. |
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| Strompy | Jun 13 2015, 12:49 PM Post #1813 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"I get that. But you know I can't leave you out here by yourself. At least come back inside." he said patiently. She'd come around. The wanting to be alone didn't last long, at least not when he was truly alone. Soon enough it would be exactly the opposite and she'd need people more than she ever thought she would, again at least that's how it was for him. Still was. "Just remember I get a lot of things. A lot. It's not just nice words for me to say I know how you feel." he said as he made his way back inside. Everyone was in the same boat here, with the exception of Annie and Connor. Even if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, everyone could say with confidence that their families were dead. Kelsey couldn't be alone here in any sense of the word. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jun 13 2015, 01:04 PM Post #1814 |
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As Brandon made his way back toward the door, Kelsey glanced over her shoulder and looked at him for the first time since he had come outside. "At least come back inside." She had gotten a little of her frustration out. She wanted to scream more, but that wasn't really productive to anything right now. That would just draw more unwanted attention to herself. So she crawled back to her feet and trailed Brandon. Once she entered the church though, she didn't go far. She sat down again in the shadows by the door. * * * * * Willow waited awkwardly while Brandon was gone. She had thrown the jacket on for the sake of modesty, but hadn't bothered buttoning it up, simply letting it hang loosely on her shoulders until someone showed up. A part of her wanted to go see how Kelsey was doing, but she probably didn't want to be swamped by everyone right now. That is why she had let Brandon go alone. Sometimes, to mourn properly, you needed to be alone. Willow knew that as well as anyone. Behind her, the door opened and a quick glance over her shoulder confirmed who it was. "How is she holding up?" Willow asked quietly as Brandon returned. She wasn't sure why she asked. She already knew the answer. |
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| Strompy | Jun 13 2015, 02:12 PM Post #1815 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"She's doing the tough girl thing, wants to be left alone. Says she needs to think. That'll turn into wanting to talk, I hope." he said, rubbing his forehead. He sighed a little and shed himself of the worry. He had a beautiful woman half naked in front of him after all. He pushed her jacket open to one side to take a look at her appraisingly. "You're still filthy." he informed her. ... Some time later he had his arms around her, holding her as tightly as he dared, tired, a little sore and entirely contented. The bedding wasn't ideal but he was too tired to for that to make a difference. Sex in a church. It felt a little wrong, but not bad though. Sleep was calling but his restless mind kept fighting it. This had been not the worst day of his life, there were too many upsides for that to be true, but certainly the most crazy and intense. The cure and the journey ahead of them kept forcing its way into his thoughts and every time he would force it away again. There were other concerns with more weight. Like what would happen if they didn't find Nolan. Or what would happen if they did. If they did find Nolan, then their work was done for the most part. What he wanted to do in that situation was put them in a car and send them back to Flint while they continued on without them. Randall wouldn't have delivered this cure if it meant the death of his children. If they didn't find Nolan, then Kelsey would still be their primary responsibility. Which was terrifying, but easy to accept. Of course another issue on his mind was why that was the case. "Why do you think he told her to stay with us? Why not Annie? She's a parent like him. He trusted Eli completely, why not him?" he asked in a quiet voice. |
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