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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 29 2015, 02:17 AM Post #766 |
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Is that so?
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Willow had almost fallen asleep. The warmth of a soft bed was like heaven these days. In less than a minute, she had almost fallen asleep entirely, but the sound of someone at the door prompted her to flutter her eyes open and see who it was. Brandon. She had never shared a bed with a guy before. The opportunity had never presented itself; and even if it had she would have been too terrified to even consider it. But that was before all of this. She had also adopted a new stance. In a world where she could die tomorrow, or at any instant, there was no reason to fret the small things like she used to. She did now what she wanted to do now because there may not be another chance. Of course, what she wanted to do now was sleep... but having someone nearby was not something to be turned down either. Wordlessly, Willow gave Brandon her answer by rolling to the side and making enough room on the double bed for another person. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 29 2015, 02:53 AM Post #767 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“The little there was to tell, yeah,” Eli answered for Emmett. Nearby, Emmett looked at the black canister and then the map thoughtfully. His reaction was hard to gauge. Eli was getting the sense that might be a common thing with him. “Okay,” he said when he was finished, as he held the bundle out for Glenda to take back. “Okay?” Eli said, cocking his head. “I’ll help,” Emmett said. "I'm in." “Lovely,” Jeff cut in before Eli could. He lightly tapped his palms on the table for emphasis, but cringed even at that small noise. “Now if y’all will excuse me, I’m gonna see if sleep can kill this headache I’m getting. Since beds are in short supply, I call the couch in the office.” He pushed the chair out from his table and started walking. He gave everyone else an exaggerated wave goodbye as he closed the door behind him. Now that this was settled, just the idea of sleep had Eli ready to pass out. He had been exhausted since he found out the girls were missing, and his bones had been aching since the melee at the trailer warehouse. Before he succumbed, though, he had one more thing to add. He turned to Emmett. “Like Randall said – and like Jeff just said in his own way – welcome to the team.” He extended his hand to shake. It was a big step. They had talked a little in the car ride over, and had shared an intense couple of minutes back at the barn, but had yet to have any physical contact. The idea that they would seemed strange, and Eli felt at least half as uncomfortable about it as Emmett must have, but he figured it was a hurdle they’d have to clear sooner or later. He was opting for sooner. Emmett stared at his hand for a while, like Eli expected. He kept it outstretched, though. He would understand if he needed more time, but he didn’t want to give up until he had to. He didn’t have to. Cautiously, Emmett raised his own hand and shook Eli’s slowly. For the first time in a while, Chicago didn’t seem like such a long way away. |
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| Strompy | Mar 29 2015, 05:30 AM Post #768 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon's body was at war with itself about what it wanted as he lay down next to Willow. Sleep clawed at him while his nerves raced as he filled his senses with her. They were both filthy and he could smell her so distinctly. Far from being revolted by her scent, he drank it in. He didn't know why but she just smelled right to him, she smelled like he thought all women should smell. A completely irresistible scent, that set his mind racing with possibility and his heart pounding. He closed his eyes hard as he fought to control his thoughts. He just wanted her close. Fearlessly he extended an arm around her and drew close. There were so many pieces of her to know. He focused on her breathing, seeing and feeling it as her chest rose and fell rhythmically, hearing it as she inhaled and exhaled in a steady lulling rhythm. His heart beat steadied, and his mind went quiet. He could sleep easy then, for the first time since all of this started. Willow. His last conscious thoughts were of her. ... "This is fucking weird. You know that right?" Julie remarked, raising an eyebrow at Eli and Emmett. She shook her head and waved off any explanation before anyone started to try. "With the shape everyone's in I don't think it's worth risking the open road just yet. You guys go get some sleep, you all look like crap. Kelsey and I can take watch, we got plenty of sleep in the trailer after all. We can afford a few hours if it means everyone is okay to drive, and fight if need be. That means you too, Hagrid. I know you didn't sleep." she ordered the others. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 29 2015, 01:09 PM Post #769 |
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"Don't mind if I do." Maxwell excused himself at the first opportunity. Glenda accepted the cure back from Emmett and gave him an appreciative nod of acknowledgement. Sure, it was unusual having him here -- awkward, some might even say -- but she was glad he had a change of heart like he did. This disaster had brought out the worst in people and she was willing to take any allies they could get. Her initial read on Emmett was mostly favorable; it was still Maxwell that she had the problem with. He just didn't sit right with her, yet by now he still had really not done anything to warrant her disapproval of him. Maybe I was just wrong. She thought as she let out a tired sigh. "I'll take you up on that offer." She told Julie. She hugged the cure close to her and headed for the stairs. She figured she needed a rest as much as anyone else. There were a few chairs in the bedrooms, maybe there was a couch up there too she could sleep on. That wasn't the one in the office Jeff had already claimed. As she put her foot on the first stair, she paused and turned to Randall. "Do you need a hand back up the stairs?" "Nah, I don't think I need a hand." Randall teased and held out his still tender right arm. "I may stay down here for a while." "That was not intentional, I'm sor-" "Please." Randall assured her. "You didn't hear Eli and I earlier. Just go get some rest, we're gonna need you tomorrow. Or later today." Glenda pursed her lips and hesitantly smiled. She genuinely felt bad about the slip up, but was relieved that he didn't seem to take offense to it. It seemed like Randall was back in a good mood. Maybe it was the new lease on life or maybe it was just everyone being back safely after that harrowing ordeal. She felt like she could relate with him on both counts, at least. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 29 2015, 02:17 PM Post #770 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“Okay,” Emmett said simply in response to Julie. “I’ll take the truck.” Eli wanted to object, but stopped himself before forming the words. It was probably best to give him some space now, and there wasn’t a better option indoors anyway. The two bedrooms and the couch in the office had already been claimed. Eli was going to have to find a spot on the floor himself. Not that it mattered. He was tired enough to sleep soundly on a bed of nails right now. “Thanks chica,” he said to Julie when Emmett was out of sight. “And thanks for takin’ this all… in stride. I know you got more a reason to be bitter about it as anybody.” He gave her a smile, then patted Randall on his left shoulder. “'Night, guys,” he said, then remembered that the sun was now shining strong outside. “Even if it’s the day.” He headed upstairs to find a pillow, or some towels or a blanket to lay his head on. There was still a lot to worry about and do, but all of it could wait until after some hard-earned rest. |
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| Strompy | Mar 29 2015, 07:49 PM Post #771 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"'Night." Julie said as Eli left Randall, Kelsey and she. Randall looked the worst of everyone but she knew why he wouldn't go to sleep just yet. He was still over the moon about getting his daughter back. After his extremely close call the day before she understood Randall wanted to spend some time with her. She decided to give them some time to themselves. "I'm going to go do a patrol, I'll be running and screaming if I see anything." she joked in her typical deadpan manner. She closed the door behind her gently and made her way away from the bar, giving herself a large patrol route around the area. As she started walking she began humming a melody to herself and altered her pace and movement to match it. She hadn't had much reason to sing lately, she had plenty of company to keep herself distracted, but she would often do it when she was by herself. Aside from Kelsey, she'd only ever sung in front of her family, and Kevin. They always seemed to enjoy it. The thought caught her off guard and her voice faltered. "How I wish, how wish you were here." she sang, and abruptly stopped as she fought to choke down a sob. She held her head back and blinked away some stinging tears. Why did she choose that song? She completed the rest of her patrol in silence and returned to the bar. Once inside she took a seat and turned to Randall. "So, where are we headed next anyway? I wouldn't really want to visit Detroit even before all this, so I'm guessing we're going around it." she asked, playing with an empty bottle. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 29 2015, 10:53 PM Post #772 |
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"I was thinking about that myself." Randall responded flatly while Kelsey nibbled on a piece of the leftover beef jerky next to him. His mind was still focused on Emmett. Sure, he had welcomed him to the group as warmly as he could, but what he portrayed and how he felt were different. Deep down, it was a very conflicting issue for him, and he wrested with the possibility that he had made a poor choice in accepting him. Had it not been for Eli's active endorsement of the idea, he probably would have turned the idea down. Not because he didn't feel bad for the guy, he truly did. But after everything that happened... it was difficult to look at him and not see the guy that kidnapped Kelsey and Julie and held them in a trailer. The guy whose actions threatened to crack the strong shell Randall was trying to exude. Hopefully that feeling would pass. "From what I remember, there are only two bridges that connect Ontario to Michigan. One of them is in Detroit, which is a city I had no desire to visit before all of this and even less now." He explained casually. "The other bridge is in a city called Sarnia, which is where I was trying to take us. It would be the safer option by far and put us in a pretty good position to circumvent both Detroit and Lansing." He was glad he had gotten all that rest earlier in the day. His body was still tired, true, but his mind was active. It gave him time to contemplate things like 'the next steps' and possible dangers to worry about in the future. He wanted to have everything mapped out as best he could. The longer they stayed out here, the more he grew accustomed to the dangers. He felt like he was beginning to know where danger waited for him. And that was exactly what was troubling him. "The last time we crossed the border, we got shot up by a bunch of assholes. Bridges are places we should be afraid of, especially ones between Canada and the US." He told Julie. "No more careless mistakes, we are scouting the bridge first next time." He paused briefly. "Also, I'm glad your back. Kelsey locks herself up and puts on a big front when she gets scared, but she was glad to have you nearby and looking out for her. Even if she didn't say anything." "Dad!" Kelsey whined in embarrassment, much to her father's amusement. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 30 2015, 05:41 AM Post #773 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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From the window of the upstairs bathroom, Eli could see the trailer parked out front. He caught a glimpse of Emmett’s silhouette behind the windshield, then looked away. He found himself staring at his reflection in the mirror, and he smirked. He knew the situation was messed up, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He was too grateful to be alive, and too grateful for the unlikely hope he had attained today. His eyelids were heavy, but he forced them to stay open long enough to unwrap the bandages from around both his arms, and throw them in the nearby trashcan – out of habit more than anything else. He noted with satisfaction that the cuts from the glass had scarred over. Now all he needed to do was heal his ankle, and he’d be good as new. All the running around today had aggravated it, but in a day or two he’d be done limping anyway. He was grateful for that as well. Somehow, while everyone around him was taking bullets or losing hands, he had managed to make it through hell and back comparatively unscathed. Next, he tore both his button-down and his t-shirt off, and tossed them in the trash as well. He was immediately glad to be rid of them. The amount of gore and sweat on them was making him look more like a rotter than a man. He’d have to raid the closet of the master bedroom before leaving, and hopefully find something else that fit. Almost anything would be better than what he had, at least. Finally, he grabbed a towel from the closet to use as a pillow. He spared one more look at himself in the mirror before leaving to find a place to stretch out. |
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| Strompy | Mar 30 2015, 09:33 AM Post #774 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"If that's true then it's mutual. I would have been a wreck by myself." Julie confessed giving Kelsey a grateful smile. Julie made her way back into the office and checking that Jeff was well and truly passed out began rummaging through the desk and cabinets without worry of waking him. It took a few minutes of searching but soon enough she had what she sought. Taking a red pen with her she went back out to the others. "Found a map! Well, a map of Ontario at least." Julie declared triumphantly. "I figure the more maps we have the better our chances of finding each other if we get separated like we did yesterday. If we all know the path we're taking we're bound to find each other." She looked over it and surmised they would be trying to avoid larger population centres. Judging by the map that would mean London was off the table. They could easily connect to the 402. There was a small looking place they could skirt around called St Thomas. May even be a chance for some scavenging. Julie shifted where she stood as she got a nasty cramp. Her period was starting, wonderful. All her hygiene products were in her bag, which was in the car they rolled. "We're going to need to hit up a supermarket or a pharmacy or something later as well. There are a few secondary priority bits and pieces it would help to resupply on, like antiseptic and maybe some painkillers. More food is always good too." Julie thought out loud. She felt she should be taking a more active interest in the group's plans and doings since the events of the previous day. Even one-handed she could make herself more useful than just toeing the line. Be a little more proactive. If they were going shopping, then she'd need a bag. The owners were dead outside so they hadn't packed up and left. That meant there were still bags around. She trudged up the stairs towards the bedrooms. Gingerly she opened the first she came to. Brandon and Willow were asleep inside. The scene was so cute, she wanted to put a little bow around them. They were sleeping like the dead, well, the permanently dead at least so they didn't rouse as she tiptoed inside and made her way to the wardrobe. Empty save for some blankets. A guest room she supposed. Closing the door behind her as quietly as possible she continued down the hall, pausing for a moment as she passed the bathroom to give Eli an audible groan of approval. She might try him again at a later date if he was up for it. The master bedroom was the only other place she was likely to find what she wanted. With the same care as before she opened it up. Randall had been in here, she could tell. It smelled like man sweat, and not the good kind. The sick kind. Glenda didn't seem to mind as she dozed in a chair by the window. With something approaching stealth Julie opened the wardrobe and awkwardly tugged a gym bag down from the top shelf, hitting herself in the face with it as she pulled it out. She slung the bag and made her way back downstairs, backing up for one last look at Eli on the way. She placed it on the bartop and folded the map up, putting it away in one of the pockets. There was something almost domestic about the atmosphere in the house. It was nice. The only real exception to that was the trailer parked outside, which stood there as a reminder that an outsider had come and put them through hell for the better part of a day. Still, he was going to be tagging along too. It might be worth extending the olive branch to the new guy. The group were almost instantly welcoming of her afterall, and she had nearly shot Brandon in the dome, it'd be hypocritical to hold onto enmity. She made her way back into the office, and approached Jeff. He had both cushions from the couch propped up against the arm to rest his head on. She took the one he wasn't drooling all over with a little resistance from the dead weight on top of it. Maybe he'd have a sore neck when he woke up, but that was his own damn fault for getting so wasted. She approached the cab with the same kind of eagerness you would a foul tempered neighbor who wouldn't remove his good damned bamboo from the fence between your properties after you've told him about three times, politely, to fucking please do that shit because his bamboo keeps shooting up under the fence and fucking with your vegetable garden. Maybe not entirely like that. Cautiously was an apt description. She rapped lightly on the window and waited for the mountain man to reply. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 30 2015, 10:29 AM Post #775 |
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Hmm... pharmacies... Thanks to whoever had the wherewithal to collects some guns and ammunition from the police college before they left, Randall knew they had replenished their stock of weapons to a comfortable level again. It wasn't quite as impressive as it had been before, but they had something to work with now; they had wiggle room. Julie's idea of a supermarket or pharmacies was a good idea. There was still a lot of food in their immobile truck, but a fresh change of clothes, a little extra food, and some more medication would be invaluable. That last one in particular, since the stuff they got from the hospital wouldn't has with how often they were getting shot, or cut, or thrown around, or breaking their bones. Or getting amputated. He added, looking at his stub of an arm. God, it still hurt like hell. He was afraid of what he would find underneath the gauze. Still, he was glad that Julie was taking an active role in looking out for the well-being of the group; she seemed like a smart girl. Having more heads brainstorming ideas made his job easier. He was glad that everyone looked up to him, but the strain was pretty grueling a lot of the time, having more heads help him out lessened the strain on him. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 30 2015, 11:26 AM Post #776 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Emmett hadn’t had much luck getting to sleep since settling down in the truck. The events of the day were still rattling around in his mind, and he was still wrestling with the momentousness of the choice he had just made. His eyes were closed when he heard a knock on the window, but he was still very much conscious. For a brief moment, he worried it would be a roamer, and his hand instinctively reached for the glove compartment, where he had stashed a knife. He stopped himself – but didn’t relax – when he saw what it really was. That girl. Julie, her name had minutes ago been revealed. Instead of going for the knife, he reached for the door handle. The automatic windows wouldn’t go down unless he turned the car on, so he had to crack door open instead. Through the opening, he looked at her cautiously. He didn’t know what to say – what he could say – so he went with something innocuous. “Hello.” |
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| Strompy | Mar 30 2015, 11:44 AM Post #777 |
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Hello. Not quite monosyllabic, but not far off. Julie got the feeling that even discounting the awkwardness of their positions Emmett wasn't a big talker. She held up the cushion she'd rescued from Jeff. "Figured this wouldn't be the most comfortable of sleeping arrangements." she said, her mouth twisting into something like a smile but more of discomfort than pleasantness. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 30 2015, 04:30 PM Post #778 |
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"It's... fine," Emmett managed. He wanted to make an effort, like she was, but he wasn't positive how to go about it. "I've had worse." He leaned out anyway to accept the cushion, then did about as good a job smiling as she did. "Thank you, though," he said. "This is... very nice of you." |
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| Strompy | Mar 30 2015, 07:07 PM Post #779 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Well, it's just kind of what we do." she said before turning to leave. She only took one step before she came back. "Listen, if you're serious about coming with us to Chicago, just know that we'll have your back. Seems like once somebody's let in, they don't get left behind easy. It's kind of weird." Julie informed him, smiling a little easier this time. Once back inside she, Randall and Kelsey passed the day by playing cards. She told them about what it was like growing up in L.A., what she missed about it, what she was glad to be rid of, what the best places to eat were. Despite herself she managed to avoid and any hand related jokes. Being in a similar position to him with her busted wrist she showed him one or two ways to use what was left of his arm to handle things that she'd figured out. As late-afternoon rolled around they decided that it was time to look at getting a move on. She and Kelsey made the rounds letting everyone know they'd be rolling out about half an hour, varying degrees of success. The timing would leave them with a decent amount of daylight and twilight to get as far as Sarnia before turning in for the night there. Jeff, Willow and Brandon seemed the hardest to rouse with Brandon simply nuzzling in further in unconscious protest and Jeff likely sporting a headache. Emmett didn't seem like he rested much at all. Neither did Eli. Julie, Kelsey and Randall waited downstairs patiently while the others got themselves ready. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 30 2015, 08:12 PM Post #780 |
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Eli emerged from the staircase in a brand new outfit pilfered from the master bedroom – another set of blue jeans, and a grey and orange plaid shirt under a tan and worn-in canvas work jacket. He hauled down his gym bag, which he had stuffed with other usable clothes items from the closet and dressers. He looked a little like a new man, and he felt it too. Even though he hadn’t gotten much sound sleep – his set-up was a little too uncomfortable for that – he still felt energized. “Jeff!” Eli called out, as he emerged from his office, looking as dishevelled as he probably still felt. “How are you?” “Shut up,” Jeff replied without looking, as he idly adjusted the straps on his backpack. “That good, huh?” Eli said. “Come on, I could use your help finishing unloading the truck outside.” A lot of the F-150’s contents had been hurriedly moved inside before the horde came through last night. Still, a lot hadn’t, and they couldn’t afford to leave anything useful behind. “First, let me drink a couple hundred Gatorades,” Jeff responded. “Gatorade can wait,” Eli said. He kept walking towards him, sparing friendly smiles for Kelsey, Julie and Randall as he did. “Come on mano, let’s get this over with.” Jeff rolled his eyes, but followed Eli’s lead anyway. When they were outside, they looked up at Emmett – awake now, and sitting upright behind the driver’s seat of the trailer. He and Eli exchanged hesitant nods. “You know that’s fucked up right?” Jeff asked as they kept walking. “Yeah, I’ve been told,” Eli said. “Come on.” He dropped off his gym bag near the SUV, then walked with Jeff to the dead F-150 still impeding all the non-existent traffic these days. As he and Jeff picked up the last box, a sombre mood struck the two of them, almost simultaneously. Eli didn’t bother to vocalize it, and Jeff didn’t either, but they realized the truck was one of the last things they had left of Mac’s. It was like they had to say goodbye to him all over again. And once again, Eli thought, we’re just leaving him behind. Eli shook his head. They weren’t able to dispose of Mac’s body and put him to rest in the manner he deserved. Circumstances wouldn’t allow it. This time, though – this time he was going to do it differently. He let go of his side of the box, causing Jeff to struggle a little with the weight before finding his footing. “I’ll be right back,” Eli said. “You can put that in the trailer.” “Where are you going?” Jeff called after him. Eli didn’t answer out loud. But he was going to get a rag. |
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