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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 26 2015, 03:35 AM Post #3106 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“I… don’t know,” Annie managed. “Maybe.” She was arching an eyebrow at the obscenity of Nolan’s gesture. If that wasn’t her cue to move on, she didn’t know what was. The matter was none of her business anyway. She stopped leaning against the wall. “So is Connor okay in there with Kelsey?” she inquired casually. * * * “Nice fightin’!” Patrick cheered again. He was probably referring to Willow. Noah was at least a little impressed himself. He and Lowell had gotten their targets down with swift and simple stabs. Eli, meanwhile, was on his fifth stab – and the biter had been dead since stab two. “Shall I…?” “Do it!” Eli said, bringing his knife down a sixth time, then savagely ripping it out and climbing back to his feet. Again, the doors opened. The gruesome chore was almost complete. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Oct 26 2015, 03:48 AM Post #3107 |
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Is that so?
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Judging off Annie's reaction, his little display had gone about as well as expected. His own awkwardness with the subject had actually just made it even more awkward to broach -- and now he regretted it. He suddenly didn't even care what Annie's answer was anymore, he just wanted the subject to change as quickly as possible. And he was glad when it did, but- "Connor? I don't think Connor is..." Nolan turned around and opened the door to the room again; a bit of cautious urgency in his movements. He caught a glimpse of Kelsey, still on her bed, but the young girl stuffed a magazine she was reading under the blankets on her bed and turned to the doorway with wide and guilty eyes, eerily reminiscent of the first time someone walked in on him reading porn. Normally this would be the part where he confirmed his suspicions, but there was something a bit more pressing to worry about right now than whether or not his sister was looking at porn. "Is Connor in here?" "Uh... no..." Kelsey answered awkwardly. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 26 2015, 03:59 AM Post #3108 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Upon hearing Kelsey’s answer, Annie heard the first few chimes of alarm bells in her head. She shouldered past Nolan to look around the room herself. The conversation she just had seemed instantly unimportant. “Connor?” she asked, to no response. Without another word, she turned and darted down the hall, back towards her room. More chimes sounded in her brain. “Connor? Connor!?” her voice grew louder. She reached the doorframe to her room, pushed it open and looked inside. Empty. The chiming picked up speed. “Connor?!” |
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| Strompy | Oct 26 2015, 05:34 PM Post #3109 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon still wanted to find the Kelly's and make sure they were alright, as much as he did and as much as he didn't like to admit it he cared about the safety of his own so he had to take care of this first. This was yet another act that was going to upset Annie. Brandon understood why Connor felt the need to do this sort of thing though. Part of it was that he wanted to be helpful, butthe other larger part of it was probably that he was fourteen and spent most nights in the same room as his mother. Both of those were exacerbated by the fact he was surrounded by tough guys. "I get it. Why you're out here. I'm the little brother; the baby. It's stifling. If my brother were still here he'd probably tell me exactly what I'm about to tell you. You need to stop putting yourself in danger like you did on the highway and like you almost did yesterday. I only started teaching you about this sort of thing so you could use it if you had to. To protect yourself, Kelsey and your mom, not to join a gunfight." Brandon said as the two began walking back. ... "I'm not sure that one's dead yet, Eli. Maybe you should stab it some more." Emily suggested afterwatching his weirdly spiteful display. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 28 2015, 01:11 AM Post #3110 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Connor’s frown persisted as he got lectured. If he was being honest with himself, he would have to admit a lot of what Brandon was saying made sense. Not all of it, though. “But I didn’t put myself in danger on the highway,” he said – maybe even whined, if he was being really honest with himself. “I was already in danger. All I did was help. I mean – they were shooting at Eli, and Eli kept missing. What was I supposed to do? Let Eli die?” * * * Eli looked back at Emily, giving her a sharp look – he was annoyed by the sarcasm, but more so by the distraction. He looked back in time to see the next rotter coming for him. He greeted it with his ka-bar. |
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| Strompy | Oct 28 2015, 10:13 AM Post #3111 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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That was a hard question to answer. For a moment Brandon didn't have a reply. "Maybe. I'll be straight with you, I think you're able to help out with more stuff and I'll see if I can convince your mom to give you a little more space to do it, but fighting people? You're fourteen. Your time is coming sooner than you think, and by that time you're going to be better adapted than any of us. But it's not now, we can't use you in a fight like that. You don't know that it would have gone down that way; Eli dying. Eli can look after Eli just fine. It could have easily been you who got shot in the head when you popped up. What do you think would happen to your mom if that happened? You're all she has, if she lost you it would kill her." Brandon explained calmly as they walked on at a slower pace. He stopped walking abruptly and looked at Connor hard in the eye. He didn't like talking down to anyone but in this case he felt he definitely had some perspective and experience. "When we get back you should apologize to her, and tell her you love her. She's the only mom you'll ever have, and once she's gone you'll wish you'd done more to make her happy... and proud." he told him from his own experience. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 28 2015, 03:57 PM Post #3112 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Connor's frown let up a little. He wasn’t totally convinced – if he had to do it all over again, he would have done the same thing on the highway – but what Brandon was saying about his mom… “Okay,” he relented, breaking the stare. “I’ll tell her.” They started walking again. * * * Despite his best efforts, Hank felt intimidated. Sitting across from Leonora was intimidating. She was just as elegant and poised as she was yesterday, still wearing her jewellery, still dressed impeccably but in a different blouse and skirt combo. She was an almost bizarre sight – she didn’t look like she belonged to this new biter-filled world, yet she seemed at complete ease within it. “So tell me, Hank, what happened next? How did you survive?” she asked. It wasn’t her first question – it was more like her tenth. So far, she had asked for mostly biographic details. Where he was from, how old his kids were, what he and his family had been doing since ’the fall’ as she called it. Then about how they met the others, starting with Noah and his friends and then moving onto Eli and his group. The hardest question so far was about Julianne. The memories of her were still so tough to sort through, and still so raw. So much had been happening since she died, he didn’t have time to deal with them yet. The second hardest question was about religion. She phrased it casually and friendly, but it felt like he was stepping into a mine field. It was clear that God was important to these people, and he didn’t want to say the wrong thing. He went with the truth, or close to it. He admitted he was a believer and that his family used to go to church, but left out that they hadn’t been in a while before the biter outbreak. She seemed pleased. She mentioned their own church, back at their mysterious home, and said he and his family would like it. He hoped that was true. “To be honest, it was Lowell,” he answered her latest question. “He is deceptively good in a tight spot. He must have cut through a dozen of the biters – excuse me, the fallen.” “It’s okay,” she said, giving him a warm smile. “We all have our names for them.” He smiled nervously back. “Right. Well, he cleared a path through the parking lot back to the RV. It was a miracle we made it through without a bite.” “It sounds like it was a miracle,” Leonora said. “God acts in mysterious ways. He may have given Lowell the strength. Or simply put him in your path, so you could save him, and he could save you.” Hank nodded. He supposed that could be true. Leonora picked up a pen, and made a few illegible notes on a pad of paper sitting in front of her. She had done that a few times throughout their conversation, and it only added to the intimidation factor. “So you’ve told me about Lowell, Noah and Alma,” she said when she was finished writing. “How about the other group you arrived with? Eli, Brandon and the others?” “I’ve only known them a couple days,” Hank said. “There’s not much I can tell you.” “Try your best,” Leonora said, smiling patiently – and a little unnervingly. “Do you know if they’re religious?” Hank hesitated. “I’m not sure it’s my place to say. You should probably talk to…” “Hank,” she interrupted him, her voice soft. “I need you to be honest with me. It’s important. Your sister already was.” He hesitate some more, then nodded. It didn’t seem like privileged information, so he wasn’t even sure why he was nervous. “Okay,” he said. “Have you spoken with any of them about God?” she asked. “Just Antonio,” he answered. “He’s a priest. And a good man.” “Catholic?” Leonora looked down at her notes again. Hank nodded – hesitant once again. She looked up. “Hmm?” “Sorry – yes,” he said. “I think so.” She looked down again and wrote that down. “And what do you know about Eli? Is he a good man?” “I, um, I haven’t known him long,” Hank said. “I think so. He’s just… intense.” She nodded, and wrote some more down on her paper. “Intense is understandable. This world makes people intense.” Hank nodded back. He tried to ignore the nagging feeling in his stomach. She was just asking for his opinion, not state secrets. There was no reason for him to feel guilty. “And what about Brandon?” she pushed on. “Tell me about his injuries.” * * * Annie kept calling his name. She repeated it over and over as she bolted up and down the hall, bursting through every door. “Connor? Connor? Connor?!” Nothing. She ended up rushing down the stairwell, clearing two or three steps at a time until she arrived at the bottom. “Connor?!” she yelled again, as she shoved her way into the lobby. She quickly found the guard stationed there. Dark thoughts zipped through her mind. She didn’t just wonder if he knew where her son was. She wondered if he had taken him. If he and his weird friends did things to kids. If she had led her son into a place where that could happen. She tortured herself with a dozen possibilities before she even opened her mouth. “Where is my…” The main door opened before she could finish her sentence. The guard looked from her to it. Her dark thoughts drifted away. “Connor, thank God,” Annie said, rushing towards him and Brandon, as soon as they made it inside. “You almost gave me a heart attack. Are you okay? Where did you go?” She only had to kneel slightly to embrace him. He was getting tall. “I’m fine,” he said. “I just went for a walk. I was with Brandon. I’m – I’m sorry I worried you.” She opened her eyes – she had closed them when she started the hug – and looked at Brandon over Connor’s shoulder. The look he gave her in return pretty much filled her in. She mouthed ‘Thank you’ as she broke the hug. “We’ll talk about that later,” she said. She was aware again they were being watched. She felt the guard’s gaze on the back of her head. “Let’s get back to our rooms and wait for the others.” * * * When the store was finally clear, Patrick closed the doors for the final time and turned off the generator remotely. The whole affair had gone down pretty much without a hitch. “Now for the less fun part,” Patrick said, just after Eli had stepped aside to let his adrenaline and aggression die down. The less fun part, according to Patrick, was moving the bodies. He said they would send someone else to burn them, but in the meantime they just needed to get them out of the way. So with Patrick’s help, the group started dragging them into the parking lot. “Overall, you gotta admit – there are worse ways to spend an hour,” Patrick said to Eli as they were working. It had taken a while, but Eli thought he had finally calmed down. His fest had unclenched, his thoughts were less angry and coming in at a much more manageable rate. He still didn’t want to listen to Patrick any more than he did, however. “Better ways, too,” Eli said. Patrick laughed. “I hear that.” His laugh wasn’t helping Eli relax. Kind of the opposite, in fact. “Still,” Patrick added. “As you can see – we’re not all God all the time. I mean, that’s part of it, but we also liberate a lot of fallen, do a lot of good, and have some fun.” “Good for you,” Eli said. “It is,” Patrick said. “I hear the, you know, the irony in your voice. But it is. And it could be good for you too.” Eli released the body he was dragging, so did Patrick. Eli returned to the pile out front, Patrick trailed after him. “Hard to believe, maybe, but I don’t think we’re so different,” he said. “You and me, I mean.” “We’re pretty different,” Eli was back to responding in his monotone. “You say that, but let me ask you a question – ‘fore all this, what’d you do for you for a living? No offense intended, friend, but I have a feeling, I guess you could call it. A feeling that it wasn’t strictly legal. And serious, no offence, ‘cause look at me. I’m not judging. I’ve been there.” Eli looked at him, and he believed it. Some of his tattoos seemed like proof enough. Eli doubted he got those after he fell in line with this Bishop guy he occasionally mentioned – this visionary farmer leader that Greg had told them about in vague terms. “Truth is, a lot of us have been there,” Patrick kept going, as Eli started dragging another rotted body away. “And now we’re here. And here’s better.” Eli closed his eyes as he moved. “Good for you,” he repeated. “What I’m getting at is I think you’d fit in here, if you gave it a try,” Patrick said. “I think a lot of your friends would too.” “Not interested,” Eli said. “I know, I was the same way once,” Patrick insisted. “But the Bishop, he…” “Seriamente,” Eli interrupted. “That’s great for you. But my friends and I are gonna be on our way very soon.” “I know,” Patrick said. “You’re going west, right? But have you really thought that through? ‘Cause I promise you, we’ve been a lot of places on our trains, seen a lot of things, and it’s a mess out there – and it’s not any better in that direction.” He pointed west. Eli only glanced at his arm. He was getting more annoyed the more he had to keep talking. “All the same,” Eli said. “If you want you and your friends to be safe, I’m telling you – this is the place,” Patrick added. “We can do that for you.” “Like I said, not interested.” Noah passed them at that point. They were dragging bodies back behind the building, and Noah was returning to the front to haul another one himself. He spared them both an awkward glance, then looked away. “Look, friend, I don’t mean to be pushy,” Patrick said after Noah had passed. “But you have kids with you. Don’t you think you should…” Eli stopped moving the body he was carrying. He dropped it, stood up straight, and looked Patrick dead-on. “Do I gotta say it in another language? No interesado. Not. Interested.” Patrick dropped his corpse as well, so he could raise his palms apologetically. “Got it,” he said. “You’re right, I’m sorry.” Eli broke his stare, then scooped the corpse he dropped under its armpits. “It’s okay,” he said – with a tone that implied it wasn’t. “Let’s just get back to your base, you can give us the truck you promised, and we can go our separate ways.” Patrick sighed slightly. Eli glanced over and saw the disappointment on his face. “Sure,” he said. “No problem." * * * “I’ll be back in a couple hours,” Patrick said when he dropped them off. “I’ll have your truck and your supplies, as promised.” Eli nodded back. Then Patrick rolled away in his truck with the teeth-decal, leaving him and the others gathered back in front of the Homewood Suites. The trip back to the Salt Lake City base had been less conversation-filled then the trip out. Patrick had kept smiling, but Eli could tell his enthusiasm had taken a dent. He wasn’t happy to be rebuked out there. Eli wouldn’t have cared – and he didn’t really – but he just hoped it didn’t affect their deal. These Salt Lake City weirdoes had followed through on everything they said so far, though, so his fingers were crossed. Back in the hotel, Noah and Lowell split from them, heading back to meet with Alma, presumably. ‘Team cure,’ meanwhile, ended up in Nolan and Kelsey’s room where the others were waiting for a status report. “So how was it?” Annie asked. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Oct 28 2015, 04:18 PM Post #3113 |
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Is that so?
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"It wasn't so bad." Willow admitted. She was sitting on Kelsey's bed, next to the owner of it who she hadn't spent much time with recently. On the other side of Kelsey sat her brother, while Antonio was silently lounging in a chair at the side of the bed. Everyone else had taken similar positions on the other bed, or were simply standing due to the limit of sitting space. "They have this garage with a speakers in it that plays music. Lures the rotters in and they got these remote control doors they can close to lock them all in. Then they just let a few out at a time while we kill them in hockey gear and stuff." She explained the full process, scratching the same red spot on her arm from the other night. "They gave you guys hockey gear?" Nolan rubbed his jaw. "Why didn't we think of that?" "That's what I said! Sure, it's bulky, but it'll stop a bite no problem. Either way, it went pretty easily. No problems. Though Eli started a scene with Patrick for a bit cause Patrick was getting pushy about us joining. Hopefully they don't take that too personally or anything." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 28 2015, 06:16 PM Post #3114 |
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“It wasn’t a scene,” Eli said. “I just told him no until he listened.” He tapped the back of his skull against the wall he was leaning on. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed silently. The sooner we get out of here, the better, he thought. “Anything interesting happen here?” he asked, trying to distract himself from his anxiety. * * * “So let’s talk,” Lowell said, pretty much as soon as the door was closed. Shit, Noah thought. Naively, he had hoped they wouldn’t have to get into this right away. He knew this talk wasn’t going to go well. “What are we talking about?” Alma asked, tilting her head. “Getting the fuck out of here,” Lowell answered. “These wacko’s got a badass truck that’ll get us wherever we want to go. We get our hands on the keys, we can plough right through the gates if we have to.” “Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Noah sighed. “Don’t you think if you do that, they’ll be right on your ass? How are you supposed to get away?” “I said if we have to,” Lowell argued. “Maybe we take a hostage and hide in the back, get them to pretend it’s business as usual as they drive us on outta here. Or maybe somethin’ else. That’s what we’re here to talk about.” Alma’s eyebrows, meanwhile, had shot up into her forehead. It must have taken her all of asecond to wrap her mind around it, however, because they were low again almost immediately. She turned to Noah. “You’re on board with this, babe?” she asked. Noah opened his mouth to answer. Words failed to come out. “We’re not staying here,” Lowell answered for him, once again. “That’s for fuckin’ sure.” “I agree,” Alma said. “These people – they’re messed up. We gotta go.” Noah wasn’t surprised she felt that way. She and Lowell were on the same wavelength a lot. A couple weeks ago, he would have been right there with them. But last night… “You really want to go back to how it was?” Noah asked. “Scrounging for food, constantly looking over our shoulders for biters?” “Man, I’ve been lookin’ over my shoulder my whole life,” Lowell said. “So have I,” Noah said. “For me, it’s gettin' kind of old.” “What are you saying?” Lowell asked, looking at him like he was crazy. Alma just looked anxious. She didn’t give him the chance to answer. “Babe, I was talking to that Nolan guy,” she said. “He said there are communities all over the place – New York, Canada, Michigan. So why not Mexico? You want safety, right? Let’s find it there.” “Listen to her,” Lowell said. Noah shook his head slowly. This was hard – as hard as anything he’d ever done, really – but he needed to get through it. He stared at the floor. “I want to stay,” he said. “What!?” Lowell sounded furious. Alma’s mouth hung open. Like with Noah a moment ago, no words came out. “I’m tired, my leg hurts,” Noah said. “It’s not healing right. And I want to stay.” “You said – you – in that liquor store, you fuckin’ said…” Lowell seemed to choke on the words, he was so angry. “I said we’d talk about it,” Noah said. “You – what?!” “I said we’d talk about it, I didn’t say…” Noah was still looking at the floor, unable to meet his friend’s gaze. So he didn’t see Lowell surge forward and pound both fists into his chest. He felt his back thud into the wall and the air leave his lungs before he realized what was going on. “Fuck you!” Lowell said, his voice was lower but angrier. “Lowell don’t!” Alma said. She grabbed Lowell by the shoulder and hauled him away. She put herself between her boyfriend and him, then turned and took his place. “Noah, babe, look at me,” she said. He did. He was still stunned from the blow, but he looked up. There was a desperation in her eyes. “You’re tired? So am I,” she said. “Look at me – I’m tired too. We’re all tired. But look at what we’ve learned over the last few days. The world hasn’t ended. There are communities all over the place. And look at Willow and Brandon – they’re getting married, somehow. There’s still a future out there for us.” Noah could feel tears welling up. He tried to suppress them. “Maybe you and Lowell…” he started. “Maybe you guys should just go to Mexico without me.” Lowell was pacing angrily behind them. At that, he stopped and turned to stare daggers over Alma’s shoulder. At the same time, Alma’s eyes got watery to match Noah’s. “Baby, what are you…” she started struggling to form words, like he was. “Why would you… I love you. Don’t you love me?” He closed his eyes, trying to blink away the moisture. That wasn’t the toughest, most uncomfortable question she could have asked. This conversation was going just as terribly as he feared, and that question was just going to make it worse. He remembered last night. He was restless, he was wandering the halls. Then Ruby appeared. She had poked her head out the door and seen him, then decided to join him. They talked for a while, ended up wandering to an empty room at the end. He didn’t plan on it, not consciously, but he ended up kissing her. She ended up kissing him back. And the bed – the bed was right there. “I’m sorry,” he admitted, quietly. Crack! Lowell had kicked the stand on the bed so hard that he splintered it. The mattress slid off on an angle. Noah looked at him over Alma’s shoulder, watching as he stormed out without looking back. He looked back at Alma. She was stepping backwards, her eyes open but staring past him. “I’m sorry,” he said again. “Get out,” she cut him off. He took a step towards her. A tear was forging a trail down the side of her nose. He didn’t know what to do. “I’m…” “Go!” she repeated, turning around suddenly. Noah hesitated. He started to reach his arm towards her shoulder, but then retracted it. He decided to give her some space. He went for the door. * * * Lowell slammed the door to an empty room behind him. Furious thoughts zipped through his head at odd angles, bumping into each other and ping-ponging in every direction. His vision was nearly black with anger and frustration. His best friend… The woman he loved… The last 10 years… It was all spiraling into oblivion. He didn’t know what to do. He needed clarity. He needed release. He emptied his pockets of the bottles he looted from the liquor store. He tossed them on the bed, then grabbed the one closest to him. A travel-sized bottle of whiskey. He ripped off the cap and pressed it to his lips. He squeezed his eyes shut and tilted his head back. He downed it in one, savoring the burn on his throat. He dropped the empty and picked up another. He started rinsing and repeating. |
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| Strompy | Oct 28 2015, 07:36 PM Post #3115 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"The Kelly's still haven't come back from their interview, that's kind of interesting." Brandon offered. He ended up deciding against going after them until he was sure their people were all safe. With everyone back they were much safer. "Now that you guys are back I can go check on them." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 28 2015, 08:06 PM Post #3116 |
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Eli shook his head – not at Brandon, directly, but definitely because of him. “The Kelly’s aren’t your responsibility,” he said. He didn’t have any confidence Brandon was going to listen. Like a petulant kid, he was determined to do the unwise thing these past few days. Maybe he was even doing it to prove some sort of point. “But fine – do what you want,” he added. Down the hall, he could faintly hear some doors slam shut. A minute ago, he heard some indistinct raised voices through the walls. Those seemed to have died down, though. Whatever Noah, Lowell and Alma were arguing about -- he guessed it didn't end well. “Trouble in paradise, sounds like,” he said, as he shrugged himself off the wall. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Oct 28 2015, 08:23 PM Post #3117 |
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Is that so?
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"Do you mind if I come along?" Antonio broke his silence and offered his services to Brandon. "It isn't safe to go alone." Perhaps more than anything, Antonio did not want Brandon to go wandering off alone. Though he was sure Willow would have accompanied him had Antonio not offered just now. Ever since his injuries, she had been even more protective of the guy. And understandably so. But he was still curious about the Kelly family and their interviews and he wanted to get out for a bit before they inevitably confronted Eli. At the same time, Nolan got up from the bed; "I guess I'll go see what's going on outside then." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 28 2015, 09:33 PM Post #3118 |
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Eli shook his head once again. “I guess we’re splitting up, then,” he said. “Fine – while you’re at it, everybody grab your stuff. We’re leaving in an hour, whether Patrick comes through with that truck or not.” He headed for the door himself, but stopped when another thought struck him. He re-addressed the room. “And if the Kelly’s want to stay here, that’s their business,” he added. “We ain’t their keepers. If you want to stay behind and keep an eye on them, you’re getting left behind. That’s all.” * * * Noah strode up and down the hall, walking at a fast clip, trying to outpace the bad feelings he had just created. He wanted to talk to Hank or Ruby, tell them his decision, explain how he wanted to stay with them. They weren’t around, however – still at their interview, he supposed. So all he could do was pace. He passed the room where the others were gathered, just as it seemed like their meeting was breaking up. |
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| Strompy | Oct 28 2015, 09:56 PM Post #3119 |
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"Thanks, Antonio. You speak Jesus freak, might need a translator with these people." Brandon joked. He was grateful for the backup, and Antonio was of a diplomatic bent which would be helpful since they were surrounded by guns. He also wanted to ask him something. With Antonio in tow he made his way back outside, giving the guard in the lobby a cordial nod, the more comfortable he was about moving around the more comfortable others would be he reasoned. As they made their way calmly down the street Brandon ventured his request. "Hey, I know right now might be a bad time to ask this, with all this drama, but I was wondering if um... you know Willow and I want to be married, I don't know how you feel about the idea or about us given recent events but would you be willing to marry us?" he asked with a little hesitation. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Oct 28 2015, 10:14 PM Post #3120 |
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Antonio nodded his head at Brandon's request as the two of them walked down the hall. He knew it was coming eventually. And because of that, he could not hide the smirk that formed across his face at the question. "I am honestly surprised you didn't ask me about that sooner. Even Willow asked me that question back when we first met." Antonio lingered for a moment. "I admit, I am almost jealous of the way you and her can find happiness in each other. It is a beautiful thing. I would be honored to marry you two." * * * * * Nolan left the hotel room shortly after Antonio and Brandon set out to go meet with the Kelly's. Brandon must have been extremely adamant about telling Hank and his people about the cure -- though Nolan seriously doubted anything Brandon said would really change anything. Hank was going to look out for his family before anything else. Nolan was more interested in what the hell that screaming was about he had heard just now. It didn't take him long to find a distressed looking Noah, pacing back and forth down the hallway. "What's going on, man?" He asked with genuine concern. "Is everything... okay?" |
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