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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 29 2015, 04:40 PM Post #3136 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“Wow,” Hank said. He was still at a loss. He sat up in his chair and cupped his chin with his palm. “So how come you’re telling me now?” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Oct 29 2015, 04:47 PM Post #3137 |
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Is that so?
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"Honestly, I wasn't sure you would have believed us anyway." Antonio told him bluntly. "Especially after we lied for the sake of Eli's... paranoia." He shifted uncomfortably in place and glanced to the blonde man beside him. "Brandon was the one that was adamant about this." |
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| Strompy | Oct 30 2015, 01:12 AM Post #3138 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"We're leaving soon, I wanted you to know why and I thought you deserved to know that this might not be it. There's an end in sight. We don't tell people about it. When we were attacked in Flint it was because of the cure. Lots of people don't want this to end, they might be having too much fun or they might not want to lose the big slice of the small pie this has created. It's a pretty big thing to trust somebody with." Brandon explained further, hinting at why they hadn't told anybody here. ... "Oh gross no!" Emily chuckled as she held Lowell back gently with one hand. Where he got this idea she didn't know. Even if Lowell didn't have all the wrong parts he was wasted and she wasn't. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 30 2015, 01:24 AM Post #3139 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Hank exhaled into his hand. He was getting a clearer picture now. “I guess that makes sense,” he said. “And thank you for trusting me with this. I hope to God you’re right. I hope this isn’t it. I hope you can turn it all around. Is there anything I can do to… I don’t know, help?” Going with them wasn’t an option, even if staying here was a little less appealing than it was a few hours ago. He wouldn’t be much help anyway, he reasoned. He and his family weren’t fighters. They were just mouths to feed and extra bodies to keep safe. They would be more of a liability on the road than an asset. But then an idea struck him. “My RV!” he declared suddenly. “It’s yours. It’s not like we’re going to need it any more, anyway.” * * * Lowell frowned and narrowed his eyes. Gross. That word. That was not what he wanted to hear right now. That word just made him angry. When is it my turn? The thought from earlier settled in his scattered mind and wouldn’t go away. When do I get what I want?! He grabbed her wrist and yanked it aside. He leaned in again, more aggressively. |
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| Strompy | Oct 30 2015, 01:54 PM Post #3140 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon beamed at the offer. He hadn't expected anything so this came as a welcome surprise. "Thank you. I can't lie, that would be an enormous help. I don't want this to seem like I'm telling you this to convince you to leave, but are you sure about this place? About staying here? I know it's dangerous out there, but... No. Ignore me. You've got all different concerns to me. I hope this place is good for all of you, and once this is done I'd like to drop in on you guys." Brandon said extending his hand toward the man. ... What the fuck!? "WHAT THE FUCK!?" Emily roared as she put her forearm against Lowell's throat and diverted his approach. "Get the fuck out! Now!" she screamed at him. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 30 2015, 02:21 PM Post #3141 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Lowell let out a grunt, then took a step back, away from her forearm. Her scream echoed through his brain. He looked at her and the haze in his vision turned from black to red. All his anger at Noah, the world, and himself came flooding out. Both of his arms surged towards her shoulders suddenly, like twin snakes biting. Now, he decided. Now is when. * * * Eli stopped what he was doing and listened. The walls in this place weren’t thin but they weren’t impenetrable. He had faintly heard yelling coming from Noah’s room earlier, and now he heard it again. This time, it sounded female. He tensed up and listened closer. * * * Hank happily accepted the handshake, even as he considered Brandon’s words. The truth was he wasn’t sure about this place. But it still seemed like the best option in a sea of bad ones. “That would be great,” he said. “I’ll look forward to that. And good luck with your trip. It still seems a little crazy to me, but I know if anyone can save the world, it’s you guys. You guys could get through anything.” |
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| Strompy | Oct 30 2015, 02:48 PM Post #3142 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Now she understood what was happening. Or rather what was not happening. Whether because he was drunk or upset she didn't care, but Lowell seemed not to have noticed or not care she was holding a gun. As soon as he began to surge she pointed it at the quickest target she could acquire, which was his foot, and squeezed the trigger. BANG |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Oct 30 2015, 03:49 PM Post #3143 |
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Is that so?
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Antonio smiled. He was glad they were coming clean with Hank -- lying about all of this wouldn't have been his choice. The fact that Hank had decided to let them use the RV only reinforced the belief that coming clean with them was the right thing to do. "Thank you, Hank. We appreciate your kindness, we really do. We'll try to bring her back in one piece for you." Antonio earnestly said to Hank. "Though if this cure is real, I will buy your family a new RV when all of this is over if we don't." Brandon had said all he needed to; and Antonio didn't have much to add anymore either. "For now though, we should probably get back and see how everyone else is doing." He suggested. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 30 2015, 04:27 PM Post #3144 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Lowell’s hands connected with Emily’s shoulders, and the sudden force sent her falling backwards towards her bed. It also disrupted her aim, causing the bullet to bury itself in the carpet a couple inches from Lowell’s big toe. He cringed at the sound – so fuckin’ loud, so fuckin’ close. He had forgotten she was holding that gun – he was too upset and too disoriented – but he remembered now. His frustration turned to fury as he surged forward once again, grabbing her gun-arm so she couldn’t re-aim and take another shot at his extremities or anything else. “Bitch!” he slurred angrily, as he gripped her wrist tight enough to bruise it. * * * As soon as he heard the gunshot, Eli started running. If there was one sound he recognized these days, it was that one, and in a place like this, it could only be terrible news. He cleared the distance to Emily’s room in a flash, and tore open the door. The sight defied his expectations – there were no locals involved. Instead, Lowell was grappling with Emily, and a gun was slipping out of her seized wrist. Eli didn’t know Emily very well. They hadn’t gotten that close since Iowa. But she was one of his group all the same. And she was in trouble. That was enough to trigger Eli’s rage. “Hey!” Lowell looked behind him just in time to see Eli lunge forward. Eli grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked him off her. He sent the scrawnier guy falling backwards, and when he hit the floor, Eli was on him again. Lowell tried to lift his head off the ground, but Eli swung his fist into his face, putting it right back down again. Lowell was blinking rapidly, obviously confused and disoriented. Eli could now smell the cloud of booze he was expelling with every breath. It didn’t matter. It didn’t change anything. It wasn’t an excuse for whatever happened here. It didn’t mitigate anything. An image of Wendy flashed through his mind. An image of Darren followed. The consequences of messing with my group. He swung again, heard the familiar sound of bones cracking as he broke his nose. He pinned Lowell to the ground with his other arm, then he swung again. And again. Then Lowell swung. He must have gotten a hold of himself through the pain, because he was able to jab Eli in the stomach, hard enough to stun him. Lowell used the break to roll out from under him. Eli recovered just in time to see Lowell climbing to his feet, swerving a little on his feet as he did. He saw him reaching for something behind his back. Eli didn’t wait to find out what. He charged forward, ramming into him with his shoulder. They both went flying backwards through the door frame, landing in a pile in the hallway. |
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| Strompy | Oct 30 2015, 05:13 PM Post #3145 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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As Eli and Lowell struggled on the floor Emily opened her bag and retrieved the one item she kept from her days as a cop. A pair of handcuffs were always going to have their uses. She turned in time to see Lowell go for something behind his back, maybe a gun, she raised her pistol to fire on him but fortunately Eli was quick enough to tackle him through the doorway. Emily was after them in a flash, both to help Eli and to a much lesser extent protect Lowell from him. Before her drunk would-be attacker could get back to his feet or launch a counter attack at Eli who lay atop him, raining multiple blows in his head, she planted her knee on the side of his face and pressed her gun hard against his temple. She positioned herself between Lowell and Eli. She was peripherally aware that the hall was full of curious eyes. "Somebody help get him off him!" she demanded of those gathering, not taking her hate filled eyes off Lowell. She couldn't help but believe if left to it, Eli would beat Lowell to death right there. He wasn't exactly painting a picture of control with his behavior of late. Something that could have incredibly bad consequences with regards to them getting their ride and their supplies. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Oct 30 2015, 05:48 PM Post #3146 |
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Is that so?
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Everything happened so fast. One second, Nolan had been standing in the hallway, processing what had just happened to Noah. He was so self-absorbed that he hadn't heard the screaming immediately -- but the gunshot brought him to his senses. While Nolan stood there, stunned and unsure of what to do, Eli came barreling out of the room where everyone was meeting and charged toward the source of the gunfire. He surged into Emily's room, only to break through the door shortly after in a one-sided brawl with Lowell. When did Lowell go in there? What's going on? After being rammed through a door though, Lowell didn't look like he was in much position to struggle. And Eli might have even been a little stunned himself. But even as everyone else streamed out to see what was going on and Emily came out to help restrain Lowell, Nolan didn't know what to do. He was confused and trying to figure out what exactly was going on. Who was the bad guy here? "Alright, alright! He's done!" Willow tried to yell, but didn't have the lung strength to manage much more than a soft shout; thankfully she was visibly holding her FNP to compensate for her otherwise impressive lack of presence in this situation. She placed a hand on Eli's shoulder. "What the hell is going on here?" Nolan finally voiced the exact question on his mind. |
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| Strompy | Oct 30 2015, 06:01 PM Post #3147 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Help me cuff this shithead." Emily barked at Nolan in response as she tossed the handcuffs in his general direction with her free hand. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Oct 30 2015, 06:18 PM Post #3148 |
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Is that so?
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Nolan easily caught the cuffs that Emily tossed to him. "Ah, uh... sure." Nolan reluctantly agreed. He still wanted to know what was going on here, because this could easily escalate into a thing between their group and Hank's. But it was probably a little late to stop that from happening now. He made his way over and started to awkwardly place the handcuffs around the wrists of the restrained Lowell. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 30 2015, 06:46 PM Post #3149 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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On the ground, Eli saw a Glock 22 skidding down the hallway. Lowell must have dropped it. That’s what Lowell was going for. If Eli wasn’t mad before… Emily stepped in with a gun of her own, pinning Lowell to the ground. She asked for help getting Eli off, but she didn’t need it, because Eli rolled over and sat up all by himself. He gave the neutralized Lowell a look of pure animus as he climbed to his feet. He heard Willow say he was done, but looking at him, Eli didn’t believe it. A moment later, Emily had given Nolan’s handcuffs and now he was involved. Lowell writhed impotently at gunpoint, blood running down his nose to his chin. The look on his face was black out dark. He was shooting that look in all their directions and Eli couldn’t stand for it. Eli shouldered past Nolan, interrupting his work when he only had one handcuff in place. He tightened his fist and gave Lowell another punch to his shattered nose. He cried out like a wounded animal. “What the fuck?!” a shrill voice interrupted. Eli glanced up – Alma had appeared down the hall, drawn to the chaos like everyone else. She looked at them with horror, then charged forward. “Stop! Stop it!” she protested desperately. “Don’t!” She made it to Emily, and slapped her gun-hand away. “Leave him alone!” she yelled angrily into the former cop’s face. Lowell – no longer at gunpoint, and no longer restrained – reached for his ankle. Eli looked away from Alma just in time to notice. He almost had the Taurus Judge out from under his pant leg before Eli kicked his hand away. Another gun!? If Eli wasn’t really mad before… Eli leaned over and grabbed him by the shirt, then rotated and threw him against the opposite wall. Willow was definitely wrong. Lowell wasn’t done. “Don’t!” Alma yelled. Eli ignored her. As Lowell tried to recover, Eli sprung forward and punched him hard in the stomach. Lowell doubled over. “Hey!” It was Noah’s voice this time. “What the fuck are you doing!? Stop!” Eli turned and saw Noah limping urgently towards everyone, looking panicked and outraged. |
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| Strompy | Oct 30 2015, 07:03 PM Post #3150 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Emily had had enough. With the gun still in her hand and Lowell doubled over in front of her she delivered a vicious blow to the back of his head. He was done now. She leveled the pistol at Alma with a coldly serious look in her eyes. "Back up." she growled the order. She kept staring at the woman as she spoke to the others. "Keep them back! Cuff him. Tight. What's happening is your friend can't wrap his head around what 'no' means, and we were restraining him because he's drunk and violent." Emily managed in as professional a tone as she could manage considering what could have transpired. |
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