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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Oct 20 2015, 01:56 PM Post #3076 |
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Is that so?
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Willow smiled and looked affectionately into Brandon's eyes. "You know they'd be lost without me. It'll only be an hour." In theory, she mentally reminded herself. Things had a tendency to escalate while they were around, though Willow hoped that something could go smoothly for them. Just for once. "Think you can hold down the fort until we get back?" |
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| Strompy | Oct 20 2015, 05:42 PM Post #3077 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Yeah I've got some stuff to do here. So long as it diesn't ivolve running or jumping I think I'll be fine. Get outta here, I'm sick of looking at you." he said drily as he kissed her goodbye. It was just for an hour. It wasn't long. They were splitting the group though and that was reason to be nervous. A lot could happen in an hour. "See you soon." he said as he limped away. As he did he leaned more heavily on his cane than he actually needed to. If these people had something planned it might be worth it to let them think he was more vulneranle than he really was. If push came to shove he could still manage to run painfully. Now that the disturbance had been addressed Brandon could get back to what he set out to do. "Hank!" he called out after the man. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 21 2015, 05:07 PM Post #3078 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Emmett poked his head out of his room at the sound of Brandon’s voice. He was still too winded to go with the others on their rotter-killing expedition, and he thought it was better he stayed behind regardless. If something went wrong in the hotel, he wanted to be there to help face it. He didn’t know what to think of this strange place they found themselves in, or the strange people they found themselves around. All he knew was that he was uneasy. Though, he had a lot to be uneasy about. The next couple of days weren’t going to be fun. When they finally gave Eli his ultimatum… Ugh, he thought. Just thinking about it made him uncomfortable. The whole thing was so hard to take. He tried to think about something else – like Brandon, for for instance, who was alone in the hall calling Hank’s name. Another door opened up, and he was no longer alone. Alma leaned out the frame. Emmett knew she was alone in there, since he had seen and heard Noah and Lowell go off with the others. “I think he left,” Alma said casually. “His whole family. Something about an interview.” * * * “Welcome,” Gregory extended his hand once again. Hank accepted it once again, as he and his family, plus Andy, crowded around the reception area outside Leonora’s office in Central Station. Her blonde teenaged aide, Martin, had just entered to tell her of their arrival. “I’ll admit, I’m excited,” Gregory said. “It’s always exciting when our numbers can grow. It means we’re taking another step forward towards rebuilding the world.” Gregory was the only one of the locals in the room with them, though they passed at least a dozen on the way there. The lobby even had a former bicycle rental place that had been converted into a bunkroom, which they passed as the doors opened. From the brief look Hank managed inside, there were at least a dozen more sleeping. “Sounds good to me,” Hank said. “We’re excited too. A little nervous, maybe. Are you allowed to give us a preview of what we’re in for?” Greg smiled. “It’s nothing stressful,” he promised. “Mother Leonora will just want to know what you did before the fall, and what you’ve done since.” “That simple?” Andy asked. “Indeed,” Gregory’s smile persisted. “Like I said, nothing stressful.” A moment later, the door opened, and Martin emerged, looking serious. “She will see you now,” he said, stepping out of the way. Hank smiled nervously, then started walking forward. Riley moved first to follow. Martin stepped in the way again. “One at a time,” he said. Hank’s smile wavered. “We’re here as a family,” he said. Martin’s expression didn’t deviate from neutral. “One at a time,” he repeated. “It’s policy. We must insist.” Hank blinked, as his first real doubt hit him. He struggled with how to proceed. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. “It’s alright, Charlie,” Riley said, inching in front of him, and giving him a calming smile. “I’ll go first. You can watch the kids.” Hank nodded. He experienced his second doubt as he watched Riley head into the office alone. * * * It was a tight fit in Patrick’s truck, but the cab had two rows of seats and they were all able to squeeze in. As they smoothly rocketed down the city streets towards their destination, Patrick happily rattled off instructions from behind the wheel. “We try not to waste bullets on the fallen anymore,” he explained. “They’re kind of a finite resource these days, as I’m sure you’re aware. What you saw and heard in Evanston was an exception – that explosion caught us off guard, got us off our game a little bit.” Eli stared forward, keeping his own hand near his waist, and thus near his gun. He paid close attention to every turn they took and tried to commit them to memory. “So after we lure these souls into the trap, we’re going to take them out one by one by hand,” Patrick kept going. “Now I know what you’re thinking, I thought it myself once upon a time – can’t we just keep them locked up in there? It’s not like they could make it back out. And in a way the answer’s yes, we could, but the real answer is no, we’re not going to. Eventually it would fill up. Also, it’s just not a good idea to have a building full of fallen so close to our base of operations. Best we liberate their souls now and get it over with.” Eli was only half listening. Patrick was turning down another street, and his attention was on the street sign. “So, my question is – are y’all good with knives?” Patrick asked, glancing around the cabin. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Oct 21 2015, 05:34 PM Post #3079 |
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Is that so?
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Willow nodded her head as Patrick spoke. Everything he was saying seemed to make sense; she agreed especially with the sentiment about not wasting ammo and keeping the dead away from the base of operations. "I'm decent enough." Willow answered him after he finished talking. If nothing else, this detour will give me some good practice with stabbing. As long as my body can keep up. She had learned quite a lot from watching Glenda's technique up close. Though the memories of the woman that had treated her like a daughter were painful ones to recall now that she was gone, the skills that Glenda had imparted on her were a big part of the reason Willow was still alive right now. Shooting a gun and stabbing with a knife were two things she knew nothing about before Mount Kisco -- though she didn't have the courage to stab one of those things up close until recently. |
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| Strompy | Oct 21 2015, 07:11 PM Post #3080 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"God damn it." Brandon grunted in annoyance. He ran a hand through his short hair and grimaced as he considered the situation. They'd been divided again. He never got his HK back from Hank, hopefully he still had it on him. "You guys have your guns, right? Keep those handy. Emmett, can you room up with Annie, Nolan and the kids for a while? We still don't know that we're safe here. I'm going to go find the Kelly's. Alma, I'd feel more comfortable with a little back up if you're willing." Brandon said as he limped back the way he came. He made his way to the lobby without waiting where he found their "protection" detail. He approached the man calmly. "Hey, buddy, I'm looking for my friends, you know the family? Apparently they have an interview or something. Can you tell me where I can I find them?" he asked. ... "Yeah we can do that." Emily declared. "Oh you won't be needing your guns." Give me a break. she thought to herself. If the situation seemed questionable before it was even more dubious now. There was no way shewas taking her hands off her rifle for even a second. The others could disarm themselves if they wanted to take out any rotters. They could manage without her help, and she wasn't about toleave them all so vulnerable. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 23 2015, 04:04 PM Post #3081 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Connor was tired of being cooped up in his room. He was tired of having the same conversation over and over again with his mom, tired of telling her that she was the one who brought him out here and insisted he learned how to take care of himself. Now he was just starting to get the hang of it, so it didn’t make any sense to him that she would be more protective than ever. I mean, I have a gun, he thought. And I know how to use it. So when his mom to the bathroom, he told her he was going to go find Kelsey, and then ducked out before she could object. When he was in the hallway, he used his temporary freedom to look around a little. Not like there are any rotters in here, he reasoned. This is, like, the safest place I could be. He headed down the staircase and opened the door, just in time to see Brandon talking with one of the weird guys, the one that was stationed in the lobby. ’For your protection,’ the weird bald tattooed guy had told them just last night. “They are meeting with Mother Leonora in her office,” the guard was in the middle of telling Brandon, his tone neutral. “I’m sure they will return shortly.” * * * Patrick had pulled the truck over next to a liquor store – the trap he had spoken of, apparently. There were no bodies in sight, but the scent of the dead was thick, so Eli believed him when he said they had used it multiple times before. “The genny’s in the back room,” Patrick explained. He was dropping off Noah and Lowell, the first two to volunteer. On his instructions, they had retrieved a small jerry can full of pungent-smelling gasoline from the back. Noah was holding it in both hands as he heard Patrick out. “Fill it up, then take your leave,” Patrick said. “And try not to spill a drop – these days, that’s liquid gold you got in your hands right there.” “I think we can handle a little gasoline,” Lowell said. “I’m sure that’s true,” Patrick said. “Still – let us know if there’s any trouble.” He nodded to the radio in Lowell’s hand – the other item they retrieved from the back. “Will do,” Noah answered for him. “We’ll be back soon,” Patrick said with a smile, then closed the door of the truck and started rolling away. “How soon?” Eli asked, as the truck sped up. He was getting impatient. He didn’t try to hide that fact in his tone of voice. “Shouldn’t be long now,” Patrick said. “If my, you know, mental calculations are correct – they should be just up ahead.” Eli frowned and glanced in the rear view, as Lowell and Noah disappeared from sight. Patrick turned and must have noticed him looking. “Nice guys,” he said, and Eli couldn’t tell if he meant it sarcastically or not. “You known them long?” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Oct 23 2015, 05:29 PM Post #3082 |
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Is that so?
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Willow shifted in her seat uncomfortably as she glanced over her shoulder at Lowell and Noah. She couldn't explain why, but she had an uneasiness in her stomach. If these people wanted them dead then they would have been dead last night. There had been plenty of opportunities. Logically, it seemed far more likely that these people were just trying to get by more than anything. They hadn't done anything to warrant the kind of suspicion that Antonio had piled upon them -- they had been nothing but accommodating. It's probably just Antonio's paranoia rubbing off on me, she reminded herself. Even someone as kind and levelheaded as him still has some flaws. "No, not long." Willow told Patrick honestly. "Just a couple of days." She turned her attention back into the cabin and let herself sink into her seat; cringing slightly at the pressure of the seat against her injured back. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 24 2015, 04:06 PM Post #3083 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“Ah, sure,” Patrick said. Eli watched as he went silent, bobbing his head as he seemingly considered that information. After a long moment, he snapped out of it. “Well like I said – won’t be long now.” * * * Noah led the way to the back room, where the generator waited, just like Patrick said it would. That wasn’t all that was there, however – there were also crates upon crates, all filled with untouched booze. A minute ago, he and Lowell had noticed the main area of the store was stripped clean. There was nothing in the register, nothing behind the service counter, and nothing on the shelves. There was only the lingering smell of the dead, and the scuffed and dirtied floor to indicate that they had been stomping all over it not long ago. Patrick had told them a little about this place. He said they had cleaned it up, outfitted it to serve as a convenient trap for biters – or fallen as he and his buddies liked to call them. Those buddies must not have been big drinkers, though, because it looked like they had left literally the whole stock. “This is good stuff,” Noah said. He rested the jerry can on the floor so he could look through it easier. Lowell joined him. “Uh huh,” he replied. He sounded indifferent, even as he found and then started loading some travel size bottles of vodka and bourbon into his pockets. “Okay, and what’s with the attitude?” Noah didn’t bother dancing around it. Lowell made a scoffing sound, and didn’t look away from his new work. “Really?” Noah asked. “Yeah, really,” Lowell said. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know. ’Undecided’, remember?” It took Noah a second, but then he did remember. That was his answer last night, when that Mother-lady asked what their plans were – if they were staying or going. He also remembered what happened later that night, which made the question even more complicated. “Oh,” Noah said. “Okay, I get why you’re…” “Fuck you,” Lowell interrupted. “You get it? What do you get? I’m starting to think you don’t get shit.” Noah found himself narrowing his eyebrows, offended. He was used to Lowell being prickly – he had known him for almost 10 years now, and they had been friends, even best friends, for a lot of that time – but he was used to that prickliness being directed outwards. He was used to Lowell going off on other people, but not him. “A’ight, hold up,” Noah said. Lowell shook his head and turned around. “No way,” he said, then repeated it. “No way – no way we’re settling down with a bunch of religious wackos. No. Fuckin’. Way.” Noah was silent for a moment. He let himself endure Lowell’s suddenly intense stare, as Lowell waited for a response. “Look…” he started to say, finally. Lowell shook his head – clearly that wasn’t the word he was waiting for. “No, you look,” he shouted over him. “Alma and me, we wanted to do this different from day one. We wanted to take that RV, go to Mexico. You pulled the plug on that, fine. ‘We owe Hank and Andy,’ ‘We’re safer with them,’ fine. Fine. We got on board. Well now we have an even better target, and we don’t owe these guys shit.” Noah was confused. “What do you…?” Lowell was exasperated. “The truck!” he exclaimed. “What we rode in here on! That thing could survive a fuckin’ drone strike, and did you see all that shit in the back?” Noah should have known. He should have known from the way Lowell was looking at it before they got in, and from the way his eyes widened when they were sent into the back to retrieve the gasoline and the radio. He sighed. “I saw,” he said. “You, me, Alma – we could take that, go anywhere,” Lowell argued. “North, west, south – anywhere that’s not here. We got our guns back. We could just do it.” And yeah, they could, Noah had to admit to himself. Knowing Lowell, he could probably pull it off, he could probably get them halfway to Chihuahua before these Salt Lake City people knew what hit them. But Noah thought again about last night, and he had to admit something else – that’s not what he wanted anymore. But he didn’t know how he was supposed to tell Lowell that. He just knew now wasn’t the time. “We’ll talk about it,” Noah said. “What is that supposed to mean?” Lowell shot back, not at all calmed down. “When we get back,” Noah said. “You, me, and Alma – we’ll talk about it. We’ll figure it out.” “Is that a yes? You’re up for this?” “It’s not a no,” Noah replied. Lowell regarded him with suspicion. “Until then, can we just get this over with?” Noah asked. He walked away from the booze and picked up the jerry can again. Lowell, meanwhile, took a breath, and his anger visibly started to fade. “Yeah, okay,” Lowell said, as he simmered. “We can do that.” * * * Hank, Andy, and Ruby had all taken the seats offered to them. CJ was sitting on Hank’s leg, with Hank nervously bouncing him as he stared at the door to Leonora’s office. When he glanced away to look at Andy or Hank, he saw the same nerves in their expressions. None of them spoke – Gregory’s presence in the room probably had something to do with that. Finally, the door opened, and Riley emerged. Hank stood up immediately, picking up CJ as he rose. “Is everything…?” he started to ask. “It’s okay,” Riley said, sensing his nerves, and raising a hand to calm them. Hank gave her a relieved nod. Truthfully, he wasn’t even sure what he was afraid of. He tried to remind himself of that. “Mr. Kelly,” Martin emerged from the room right after Riley. “Mother Leonora will see you now.” Riley gave him a silent nod right back, then reached out to take CJ from his arms. Hank passed him off, then quickly signed to him that everything was all right, and he would be back soon. He turned to Ruby next, and said the same thing, but out loud. Then he headed inside. * * * “There they are,” Patrick said, pointing over the steering wheel at a group of rotters. “We see them,” Eli replied, monotone. He counted more than 20, but less than 30. Just about as many as there were yesterday morning, after the horde passed the ranch. “Now to play Pied Paper,” Patrick said. “Everybody buckle up while I turn this thing around.” With that, he started turning the wheel. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Oct 24 2015, 06:48 PM Post #3084 |
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Willow wasn't sure if Patrick meant to buckle up literally or figuratively. She was already buckled up -- she had been in enough crashed cars these past two weeks to know better than to risk it by now. Especially since it was unlikely they were going to get ambushed. Unconsciously, she placed her hand on the grip of the FNP at her hip. Despite Patrick saying they wouldn't need guns, she wouldn't go anywhere without one; especially rotter hunting. "So, how do we trap these guys with just one truck?" Willow asked half from curiosity and half to make conversation. * * * * * The others had already left. Without a watch or anything, Nolan didn't really know how much time had passed since Eli, Willow, and Emily had taken off. 10 minutes? Maybe 20? Definitely not an hour though. They would be out for a little longer. He was starting to find just laying in a room a little suffocating. "Wanna go see how some of the others are doing?" Nolan asked his sister after a bit. He was laying on one bed, looking up at the ceiling with a flat expression on his face. Kelsey had been laying on her own bed, fidgeting to herself and generally looking a little restless as well. "Nah." Kelsey dismissed the idea pretty swiftly. "You can go ahead if you want." "Suit yourself." He shrugged indifferently and lifted himself off the bed and to his feet, albeit somewhat slowly. He knew he should probably take all the time he could to rest and relax so his body could heal, but he had always been prone to restlessness and now was definitely no different. He felt like if he didn't get out and walk a bit while he had the chance then he might go crazy. Even doubly so since this might be his last chance before he spent another few hours locked in a truck crowded with people again. "I won't be long, Kels." He bid farewell to his sister as he closed the door of the room behind him. Once in the otherwise empty hallway, Nolan let out a heavy sigh; God, I feel so tired. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 24 2015, 07:52 PM Post #3085 |
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Eli’s eyes kept returning to the rear view mirror as the truck inched along, the two-dozen-or-so rotters ambling excitedly behind them. “You fellas all set?” Patrick asked into his radio. “We’re good,” Noah’s voice returned. “Generator’s full.” “Happy to hear it,” Patrick responded. “Now make sure that backroom is closed up tight, then get on out of there. We’re coming in hot.” Patrick gave the rear view mirror his own glance, still holding down the button. “Slow but hot,” he said with a smile. * * * Connor kept secretly watching Brandon and the guard. He found himself crouching low, just by instinct. When Brandon didn’t immediately take the guard’s explanation as his cue to return to his room, the guard sighed and pointed at a wall. “Her office is that way,” he said, sounding the littlest bit annoyed. * * * Annie saw Nolan standing there alone, and made her way over. When she got close, she recognized the look on his face. It was hard to know for sure without constantly looking in a mirror, but she imagined she’d been wearing the very same expression a lot these last few days. “Hey, I just talked to Emmett,” Annie said. “Brandon wants us to room up for a while.” * * * “And we’re back,” Patrick announced happily, as the liquor store came into view once again. “So far, so good, right?” “If you say so,” Eli replied again in his monotone. “I do,” Patrick said, still happy, ignoring Eli’s attitude. “I do say so.” With that, he pressed his foot down on the gas. The truck quickly picked up speed, and left the trail of rotters in the dust. As they passed the liquor store, Patrick picked up a remote from the cup holder to his left. He pressed down on the biggest button. “Oooooh oooh oooh oooh,” a voice suddenly – and loudly – crooned, to the backing of an acoustic guitar. Eli blinked and looked around. He quickly realized it was coming from the liquor store they had just passed. The doors had also automatically opened up – they must have been programmed to the same switch. “I went to a garden party, reminisced with my old friends, chance to share old memories, and play our songs again,” the singing on the track started up. Eli blinked again. Patrick had told them the store was set up to lure the rotters in, but until now, he had neglected to mention how. Now Eli understood. Patrick took the very next turn, then hit the brakes. The truck slowed to a stop, and when it was still, Patrick threw on the parking brake. The store was down the street and out of sight now, but the music was still more than loud enough to hear. “When I got to the garden party, they all knew my name, no one recognized me, I didn’t look the same,” the soft country rock song continued. Patrick mouthed the lyrics as he put down the remote. Then he reached over to retrieve another item, this time in the compartment next to the cup holder. He reached behind him and held it for Willow to accept. It was a pair of binoculars. “Darling, will you do me a favour and peek around the corner there?” he asked with a smile. “Let me know when those fallen souls are all tucked in nice and tight?” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Oct 24 2015, 08:14 PM Post #3086 |
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Darling? Willow wanted to roll her eyes at the 'compliment', but refrained and accepted the binoculars with a wordless nod of her head. Really? Darling? At least she knew how these traps worked now. They were fairly straightforward contraptions, but undoubtedly effective. Their dependence on gasoline to work was a long term weakness; though if everything went well, they wouldn't need a longer-term plan. The cure would guarantee that. And as far as solutions went now, it seemed fairly effective. As she peered around the corner, binoculars over her eyes, the loud and obnoxious music easily drew the rotters in through the open doors. "Looks like they've all filtered in." She reported through the binoculars. * * * * * "Oh?" Nolan had been self absorbed for a few moments there and only been half aware of Annie approaching him. It took the young man a second or two to process her words before nodding in numb agreement. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense. Not much alone time these days though, huh?" |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 24 2015, 08:51 PM Post #3087 |
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“But it’s all right now, I learned my lesson well, you see, ya can’t please everyone, so ya – got to please yourself,” the song reached the chorus. Even after Willow gave the all clear, Patrick sang along to an instrumental part. Finally, he pressed another button on the remote, and the music suddenly stopped. Eli couldn’t see around the building they were hidden behind, but if he could, he was sure he’d see the door to the liquor store closed as well. “What’s with the country?” Noah asked. He and Lowell had been waiting nearby, as planned, and had just reached the truck again. “Not my choice,” Patrick said, as he got himself unbuckled. “I gotta admit, though – it’s kinda grown on me. Could grow on you, too.” Eli followed suit and undid his belt buckle. When Patrick exited the vehicle – remote still in hand – Eli jumped out as well. “I don’t think so,” Noah said. “Let me guess,” Patrick continued as he made his way around to the back of the truck. “You guys are more into Viking metal? That’s cool. It takes all kinds.” He opened the back of the truck again. Eli stretched his arms as he followed him around. “Now who’s ready to liberate some souls?” Patrick asked, as he climbed into the trailer. * * * “I suppose that’s true,” Annie admitted. “Though, there are worse things. But I guess I don’t have to tell you. How long were you alone in that basement in Iowa?” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Oct 24 2015, 09:25 PM Post #3088 |
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Willow prepared herself internally. Secretly, she was just glad that the work so far hadn't been difficult so far, but she knew that was about to change. "Alright, let's go do it then." She mustered as much enthusiasm for the task as she could. * * * * * Nolan pursed his lips together and thought back to his days in Iowa. "About two weeks, give or take. I honestly lost track of time there pretty quickly But I was too scared to leave and even if I wasn't, I didn't know where I would go." He explained very matter-of-factly. "I still can't believe you guys came so far out of your way on the microscopic chance that I was alive out there somewhere. Don't get me wrong, nobody appreciates it more than I do, but... you guys really respected my dad." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 24 2015, 09:46 PM Post #3089 |
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“Let’s get it over with,” Eli echoed, not bothering to muster any enthusiasm whatsoever. “Glad you’re excited,” Patrick said, then grunted as he dragged a plastic box down the length of the trailer, then lifted it up and onto the ground. “But safety first.” He flipped off the top, revealing a whole chest full of pads, the kind you’d use for roller skating or hockey. There were chest pads, arm pads, shoulder pads, shin pads – the whole shebang, Eli thought. “Suit up,” Patrick said, stepping aside and letting them have at it. * * * Annie nodded, accepting the pang of sadness that came with the mention of Randall. “We did,” she said. “And we really cared about Kelsey.” She gave Nolan a pat on the shoulder, along with a warm smile. “You turned out to be worth the effort.” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Oct 24 2015, 10:33 PM Post #3090 |
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Willow's eyed widened in surprise at the sight inside the chest. Admittedly, she wasn't sure if it was a good surprise or a bad surprise. One the one hand, she was glad to see that they were getting at least decent protection before wading into a group of man eating dead people with only their knives and their wits. But on the other hand, she had been hoping they had a method of taking care of the problem that didn't involve wading into a group of man eating dead people with only their knives and their wits. "Why didn't we ever think of raiding a sports store for stuff like this?" Willow asked to nobody in particular as she scooped up one of the smaller sets of shoulder pads and began to wiggle it over her torso with her limited flexibility. "I mean, it seems kind of obvious now that I think about it, you know?" * * * * * "Hah." Nolan let out a quick, embarrassed laugh. "Thanks, but I think you're being a bit generous. Maybe I'll agree with you when I can contribute more to the team than trite commentary, my devilish good looks, and the occasional recipe for homemade paint." Though he said it jokingly, it was more or less accurate. Nolan didn't really add much to the team. For starters, he could barely shoot or defend himself -- in fact most of his skill sets were pretty much useless these days. The only skills he had that could be useful were the ones he picked up from football; running, tackling, and throwing in particular. All things that he was in no physical condition to even try seriously; something that Annie knew better than anyone as his new official doctor. "Anyway..." Nolan decided to change the subject before it got too introspective and personal. "Where did Jimmy run off to? I haven't seen him around all day. He better get back here before we're ready to take off." |
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