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| DoctorYerishi | Aug 6 2015, 04:40 AM Post #2311 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“Then again, if they were good spies, you wouldn’t know about it, would you?” Jimmy said, as he peered over Brandon’s shoulder and observed the stock for himself. Eli, meanwhile, observed them, as well as everything else. He was searching for signs of trouble. In the back of his mind, he was relieved by the lack of trouble, and grateful that Brandon didn’t have to face the torn apart bodies of more dead relatives. In the front of his mind, he was distrustful of the peace. He wasn’t used to good things coming so easily. That happened sometimes, but more often it didn’t. More often it came with a cost. He didn’t realize his fingers were on the handle of his Supergrade until he removed them, and took a deep breath. The house is clear, he told himself. And it’s nice. We can rest here. Take the win. “We’ll pack it up,” he said, in response to Brandon’s evaluation. “All of it. Or as much as we can carry.” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Aug 6 2015, 04:58 AM Post #2312 |
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Is that so?
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"Babe, I love your family sometimes." Willow commented offhandedly as she got off the couch and walked over to join her boyfriend. As she stepped next to him, one of her hands made its way to his rear end and stayed there for a few long seconds, prompting Nolan to roll his eyes. He felt awkward looking. Still, Nolan couldn't exactly disagree with her. Before all of this, he would have thought they were crazy. People who collected guns, in his mind, were only really crazy redneck folks. It was a hobby that he always found off-putting. Guns were weapons that existed for the sole purpose of killing people. Well, that and hunting, but the people that were into it didn't always strike him as the hardcore hunting types. But now he had a new found respect for them. Maybe they were crazy right-wing nuts, but they were crazy right-wing nuts who had hoarded one of the most important resources and tools available now. People like Brandon's family had left them stockpiles of tools that could save their lives. "It's a good haul. We'll be a mobile armory by the time we get to San Francisco." He couldn't bring himself to get too excited yet -- these were all tools he had no proficiency with. Nolan had only fired a gun a few times in his life. He killed his first man on the road not long ago, hitting him three times with three shots. But considering how close he was and his intensity at the time, he didn't consider it much of a feat. All he did was point at the guy and pull the trigger. Nolan was coming to the realization that survival was heavily dependent on how well you could shoot. It was a skill that he would need. "Wanna give me some shooting pointers tomorrow?" He asked Jen with a tilt of his head. "Absolutely." She looked up from her sketchpad with a huge smile. "Awesome." Not only did he promise Jen that he would spend some time with her to get to know her, but she seemed like she was actively looking for excuses to. This seemed like a good opportunity. Nolan was pretty sure she had chosen that corner to sit in because of its proximity to him. And maybe he could understand why. She and Willow seemed to be pretty tight-knit, but she was, understandably, always second fiddle to Brandon. And not only that, she could see firsthand how happy they were together. Despite their flaws and the shit going on around them, they both looked genuinely happy. Who wouldn't want that for themselves if they could have it? Nolan contemplated somberly. But if Willow or Brandon died, who is to say the survivor wouldn't end up as broken as Eli? Is it really worth the risk? |
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| Strompy | Aug 6 2015, 09:22 AM Post #2313 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon gave Willow a knowing smile, they finally had an opportunity to be alone. He wanted to take that opportunity straight away but there was the little issue of eating and other concerns to deal with first. He planted a kiss on her forehead and wrapped his arms around her with a happy sigh. "I really wish you could have met them all. They would have absolutely loved you. Mom would have been beside herself to meet you. She was worried I'd never bring a girl home." he assured her. "Emily eh? She sounds like fun. This thing still work?" Emily asked as she picked up the Lee-Enfield. "Don't know. Never saw my uncle take her out. Do a test fire tomorrow?" he proposed. "Oh yeah. How about this monster, and what does it take?" she asked picking up the BAR with a grunt. "Replica. All brand new. It takes .303, just like Emily. Come on we'll sort it out tomorrow. God, you're as bad as me sometimes." he chastised, only barely taking his eyes of Willow to address her. "Yeah yeah. Alright folks, let's get it packed away and start figuring out who's going where tonight." she said in an unconciously authoritative tone. Brandon gave Willow a wink to let her know he wasn't finished with her yet and moved to comply with with Emily's order. They had a few more reloads for the Ruger, and for their .45s. A couple for Antonio's shotgun too. To their updated arsenal though they had quite a few reloads. Uncle Sean bought a hell of a lot of ammo for a gun he was never going to fire, and Brandon and Emily were both more than a little relieved to have the spare magazines for their rifles filled again. While some packed up their latest haul others went about gettibg settked in. Folding out the sofa gathering the spare blankets and starting a fire in the old woodfire stove in the living room. Soon the warmth from it began to spread throughout the house. All around them the house started feeling like a home to Brandon. It was more than warmth though. His family might not have been there, but having these people, his people, here with him was no small consolation. The ride gave them all plenty of time to think, and Brandon decided he had to do something. In one of the moments when Connor wasn't with her he approached Annie. Ambushed her in a way. He got the feeling it was something she might want to avoid but Brandon wouldn't have it. "I'm sorry. About yesterday. The way I was acting. I was angry. I wanted to be angry so I could do what I did. When we had them though, it was gone, and they were just people again. I don't regret what I did, I really do think it was the only course of action that made sense. I'm sorry I was acting so... savage. I just want you to know that I haven't lost my mind, or my conscience. That even though I feel we did what we had to, it doesn't feel good. It feels really awful." Brandon confessed, his voice faultering slightly toward the end. He owed Antonio the same apology. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Aug 6 2015, 05:51 PM Post #2314 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie massaged her forward with the palm of her hand and sighed. When Brandon appeared practically out of nowhere moments ago, she was worried it was to talk to her yet again about this. His apology wasn’t meaningless – she was glad it weighed heavily on him, and she was relieved he recognised his own savagery, but she had already gotten that sense. It didn’t change what he did, and it didn’t change the fact that he still thought it was the right move. It even sounded like he would do it again. “Okay, Brandon, fine,” she said. “I appreciate the apology, as much as that was one, and I’m glad you appreciate the weight of your actions. But if you’re looking for me to make you feel better, I can’t help you. I’m not that kind of doctor.” She sighed again. That sounded cold. She meant it to, but it didn’t feel good to say. “I just hope…” She paused and searched for the words. She didn’t want to let him off the hook, but she didn’t want to be a bitch. Especially not after he led them here, and that had worked out so well. “I just hope next time we can find a better solution.” |
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| Strompy | Aug 6 2015, 07:39 PM Post #2315 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Like what? Annie the next people to come through, the next people who would have been robbed and killed this time, were our friends... and Jimmy. Those aren't hypothetical victims, that's four people with names and faces we know." Brandon pleaded. The way he saw things their hands were tied the moment those people robbed them. It was more than pride that demanded action, it was survival and principle. If they had done what Annie and Antonio had wanted right from the start they would have had to risk going on foot and unarmed, with Emmett seriously wounded and Willow still recovering from surgery. Then they would have been free to rob again and they would have robbed people he cared about. After Willow and Eli opened fire the stakes became life and death without any doubt, after that point Wendy's gang would have killed the others, not robbed them. Then they would have kept doing it. "I can't see what choice we ever really had. It was either their blood or somebody else's we were going to have on our hands. So I'd do it again if I had to. I'd kill a hundred people like them exactly the same way if it saved even one person like you, or Connor, or Kelsey, or any of our friends. I'm not trying to start an argument or looking for you to make me feel better. I want you to know why I did what I did, because I care about you and what you think of me." he said candidly. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Aug 6 2015, 08:54 PM Post #2316 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie hung her head and sighed for a third time. Brandon was seemingly unstoppably determined to beat this topic into the ground. She had made her feelings more than clear before and she had made them clear this time, and she had even gotten as close as she was ever to going to get to accepting his olive branch. Yet still he pressed on. “There’s always a choice, and you…” she started, annoyed, but bit her lip. Once again, she remembered where they were and who they had to thank for it. She tried to put aside the anger his rationalising inspired in her. She tried to remember that he meant well. “You said what you had to say,” she said. “And I listened. Good night, Brandon.” With that, she walked away. |
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| Strompy | Aug 7 2015, 12:09 AM Post #2317 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Goodnight, Annie." Brandon said defeatedly. She said there was a choice, but she never offered one. Runaway? That wasn't a solution. That didn't get their supplies back, or make those bandits any less of a problem. She just seemed to feel like it was the wrong choice. The fact that she could still feel that way was why he cared so much, he supposed. She was a beautiful person. She saved lives. She saved Willow. Maybe he'd just done more harm than good by talking to her. Maybe it was for the best she never forgave what he did. Antonio either. Let them keep their principles, once this was all over there'd be room for that. Until then this is what had to happen to bandits Brandon was prepared for that now. He kept replaying it over and over. Those men kneeling in front of him, powerless, just hoping to live to see tomorrow. They made the wrong choice. They should have stood up for people not turned on them. That's what the strong should do. In that situation he was the strong one and they were weak, it just felt so... brutal. There was a never a problem for him in killing somebody in a fight, but what he dud the day before wasn't fighting. It was murder. It went against everything he used to believe about himself, he always prided himself on being fair, he thought he had honor. He broke down a little after it was done, it was seeing Kelsey there that did it, having her see him at his absolute lowest. Afterward though he felt different. He felt harder. It wasn't something he felt good about but it was something he could do. With a heavy sigh he walked off in search of somebody he knew understood his choice. He grabbed two room temperature beers out of the fridge. Awful stuff, but better than nothing. "Just spoke to Annie about what happened yesterday. Tried to explain myself. Think I just made things worse. I doubt she's ever going to think well of me." he said offering one of the unappealing beverages to Eli. ... Emily found relaxing to be strange but easier now that she wasn't wearing a uniform. She'd formed her sense of self around that uniform. Getting rid of it was difficult but also kind of liberating. She was actively cultivating a more laid back attitude. Even her colleagues considered her an uptight bitch, she wasn't sure if they knew she heard the things they said about her. Weed was helping her, and if she hung around Jimmy long enoufh she might learn a thing or two. She made her way into the house, slightly baked and sat herself down in the recliner. "Hey, Dirty Harry. How's the arm?" she asked Nolan. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Aug 7 2015, 01:49 AM Post #2318 |
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Is that so?
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Nolan's nostrils were graced by the familiar smell of weed as Emily sat down and started talking to him. It wasn't too much of a mystery what she had just come back from doing. Although he was amused at the irony of seeing a slightly baked cop, it wasn't like he minded much. While it normally wasn't his thing, he had nothing against weed and probably would have accepted some right now had it been offered. It would probably make his arm and brain feel better. "The shoulder isn't bad, but I am a little worried about the forearm. It still hurts to move it around. Though I guess that's to be expected." Nolan shrugged it off. He had stretched the truth just a little bit there. His arm really did still hurt, as he had learned while trying to swing the baseball bat earlier at the Walmart. And why he couldn't really help out with carrying some of the bigger guns earlier. But the bright side of it all was that he was getting pretty adept with his left hand. When his right had made a full recovery, he could probably pass as ambidextrous. That would be pretty cool. Though he wished it would go ahead and heal faster. Unfortunately that was unlikely, since Annie had only properly fixed his forearm just a few days ago it would probably take some time before it could heal properly. And even then it would undoubtedly leave a hell of a scar. "How's it feel to have the uniform gone?" |
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| DoctorYerishi | Aug 7 2015, 02:29 AM Post #2319 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli was staring at a chip on the wall when Brandon entered, and surprised him into blinking and breaking gaze. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been at it. Once it was over, he was surprised to realize how good the mental blankness had felt. It had been a reprieve from everything else going on his mind. He took a moment to absorb Brandon’s information as he automatically accepted the beer. Once he got it, he gave Brandon a solemn nod. “She needs time,” he said. “She’ll get over it eventually. And if she doesn’t…” He scrunched his face as he concentrated on unscrewing the top of the beer bottle. After a few seconds, he accomplished it. “Well, she’s safe. So is Connor. That’s the important thing. That’s how I see it.” He took a swig. It was disgusting. He didn’t care. “Thank you, by the way, for having my back – I don’t think I’ve said that yet." |
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| Strompy | Aug 7 2015, 03:59 AM Post #2320 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Every time, man." Brandon assured Eli. He took a a swig and cringed. Warm and flat. "Ugh. It's like drinking the bastard child of despair and hatred." he said before taking another. ... "It feels... lighter." Emily mused. She looked around to see if any minors were in earshot. "I've got a brick of weed. I'm gonna go brain dead if I smoke my way through it alone." she whispered the offer. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Aug 7 2015, 04:28 AM Post #2321 |
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Is that so?
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"I was never big into it before, but I don't think I could ever turn down weed from a cop." Nolan laughed. "Honestly, a little cannabis would be beast right now." Jen pursed her lips. It felt like everyone except her had done drugs. Nolan wasn't big into weed, perhaps, but he all but admitted that he had smoked it before. Willow had told her how much of it she smoked, and Brandon seemed pretty into it as well at times. But Jen... she had avoided it all her life. She had wanted to break the mold of being black and doing drugs. And now here she was, looking back at how much she missed out on because of some stupid little ideal. The reason she had approached Nolan and kissed him was because life seemed so short now. She wanted to experience all it had to offer. Even an opportunity like this. "I'll try some too." She added as she closed her notepad. "Unless you think just the two of you can smoke your way through a brick of weed." Jen didn't actually know how big a brick of weed was. She assumed it was the size of a standard brick though. It seemed like the logical assumption to make. |
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| Strompy | Aug 7 2015, 05:00 PM Post #2322 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Emily grinned. ... From somewhere outside Brandon could here some of the others laughing softly about something, giggling really. He polished off his disgusting beer and patted Eli on the shoulder silently bidding him a good night. His stomach was doing summersaults. Warm beer was bad but that wasn't why. There was one more lady he needed words with. He'd put this off too long, it couldn't wait anymore not even the events of yesterday justified his stalling. He rapped quietly on the door frame of the master bedroom. Willow was the most seriously injured of the group so naturally her comfort overrode that of the others. Emmett was pretty banged up but he was more the type to shun comfort and tough it out. Still of course he got the guest room which had a newer mattress though not as big. Brandon wasn't sure if Willow had come in here seeking sleep or just a little break for her sore back. "You still awake?" he asked quietly, hiding the sudden panic that maybe he wasn't having sex tonight after all. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Aug 7 2015, 05:17 PM Post #2323 |
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Is that so?
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While everyone else had taken to smoking weed, Willow was relaxing in the bedroom that had been selected for her and Brandon. Even if she had known that the others were smoking, she probably still would have turned them down; these painkillers were doing the job so much better. All of the pain she was in melted away (to a degree) and she felt good again. Willow was already stripped down to her undergarments. But not for the reason that she normally would be -- she was standing in front of the mirror. She hadn't actually really had a chance to just look at the damage on her body. She lifted up her arm and looked at the incision scar. She turned her back to the mirror and craned her head so that she could see the gunshot wounds on her back. Jen's morbid reaction to them before had gotten her curious. Brandon had never said much about them, and she could understand why. They had all resulted from her taking bullets for him. But honestly, the gunshot wounds themselves didn't look all that bad, even the one on her leg. It was the incision under her arm that looked the most grotesque. Though maybe Jen had been fascinated by what they represented rather than how they looked. They were the badges of honor that showed how close to death she had come. Admittedly, when she looked at them that way, it was pretty heavy to look at. It also could have just been hard to get a good look with only a candle as source of light. "Yo." She greeted Brandon casually as he entered. She turned away from the mirror and headed towards the bed, where she sat down on the edge of it as he, thankfully, closed the door behind him. She wasn't really dressed for company right now. "Don't think I forgot about the 'talk' we were having." She tilted her head and smiled as she confronted him about his words yesterday. "We're alone now. What's on your mind, babe?" |
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| Strompy | Aug 7 2015, 06:17 PM Post #2324 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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It was incredible that crossing a room could be so breathtakingly beautiful an act when performed by a naked woman. Willow took up every space in his head. She had a stark beauty, unwashed, unadorned and undressed. There was grace in every step she took and a radiance in her aspect. Brandon might have been thinking that but the truth was far more undisguised. "Sex." he responded in a deep flat tone as he stared at her. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Aug 7 2015, 06:33 PM Post #2325 |
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Is that so?
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Willow curled her lips into a smile. She should have known it was going to devolve into that first. Not that she was necessarily complaining about it. She knew full well the effect her body had on him, even as injured as it was. It was the same effect his body had on her; though she hadn't admitted that to him yet, she was pretty sure he knew. As if she needed more reasons, the painkillers were just starting to hit full force so if there was ever a time to get rough and have some fun, it was right now. "Alright." Willow removed the last of her clothing before helping Brandon with his. "But you aren't getting out of it that easily. We are talking afterward." |
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