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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 20 2015, 08:57 PM Post #1066 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a review as good as that one,” Annie remarked with a smile. “Thank you. As for your laughing, I actually wanted to talk to you about that. If you could just be still for a second…” She trailed off, fishing her stethoscope from under her coat like a necklace. She took a minute to listen carefully to her breathing. When she was done, she asked her to cough a couple times. She nodded to Ajay, silently looking for a second opinion. Ajay stepped in and did the same. A minute later, he returned her nod. Annie briefly checked the tubing and the device on the wall, and then looked to Willow. “How would you feel about getting that tube out of you? * * * Jimmy kept scratching as he considered the news. He stared over Spencer’s shoulder at the rising sun to the east. “Good morning to you too,” he remarked. If he sounded a little distracted, it was because he was. The potential fate of Alex and his team skidded through his thoughts. “They probably got stuck in a tree or something,” he said after a beat. “But sure, I didn’t have plans today anyway.” A thought struck him, and he shifted his weight to his other knee as he looked to Geraldine. “Hey, didn’t I hear that some of those brave newcomers volunteered to play for the away team?” |
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| Strompy | Apr 20 2015, 09:12 PM Post #1067 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Julie barely slept that night. She lay there with the bed to herself looking up at the ceiling. Eli had slept somewhere else, and she was grateful for it, she would have just kept him awake with her tossing and turning. There was shit she was supposed to be doing that day but she couldn't bringherself to get up. If only the bed would swallow her up so she ddidn't have to consider what the hell she was going to do. Visions of things to come plagued her. How on earth was she going to be able to feed herself and the child growing inside her? What use was she going to be to anyone as the pregnancy progressed? Then what about the delivery? No anesthesiologists in Flint, if she ended up staying. Not like there was much chance of finding anywhere better of course. Even after the kid was born there was the prospect of raising a kid by herself in a world where dead people come back to eat you. She was so fucked. She was just going to stay there until the universe took pity and ended her. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 20 2015, 09:34 PM Post #1068 |
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Is that so?
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"Let's do it." Willow said without a moment of hesitation. She recalled Annie's words yesterday. That the tube could cause some discomfort. Right now, Willow couldn't tell the difference between the tube and her injuries; she just knew that something made her chest hurt when she laughed or coughed too hard. As if a tube that had been stuck into her chest cavity needed any more reason to be removed. It was just as uncomfortable as the catheter. Hopefully Annie could take that out too. Then she would be able to get out of this hospital and check out the rest of the settlement they had found. Even if she had to be wheeled around in a wheelchair to do it. Ajay approached the side of the bed and picked up the empty bowl. "Removing the tube is a relatively simple procedure. Buuuut since the tube is underneath your gown, I will give you some privacy while Dr. Berman removes that for you." Ajay explained to Willow; but he turned his head to meet Annie's gaze before leaving. "But I will be right outside if you need me." With those words, Ajay excused himself from the room. He closed the door softly behind him, leaving Willow alone in the refashioned medical room with Annie. "So, how'd you find your way here?" Willow decided to ask Annie. It was still a pretty good sized tube; she wanted it out, but she already knew the removal was not going to be very comfortable. Maybe listening to Annie talk would distract her a little. * * * * * "You can't expect a civil conversation in your underwear." Spencer cracked an amused half smile. "Besides, I thought you weren't big on 'good morning'." Spencer had always found Jimmy's antics somewhat amusing; even while many others didn't. Despite being in charge of security, he was fairly laid back and relaxed in his personal life. Geraldine often wondered how much he had partied in the past since it took something fairly crazy to get a good reaction out of him. "A few of them volunteered, yes." Geraldine confirmed. "Glenda and Brandon said they would be willing to help with supply runs. The stern woman and the blonde guy." There had been no runs planned until tomorrow. Today was supposed to be a day for Jimmy and some of the other runners to relax. But of course, nothing ever went smoothly. But this might be a good opportunity for Jimmy to gauge their experience beyond the walls. She knew that they had been out there for quite some time, so she had high hopes for them; even if their stay would be limited. "Since this is not a scheduled run, I am not going to force anyone to go. You are free to gather volunteers at your own behest. They might be good candidates to ask." Geraldine suspected that Jimmy already knew who he wanted to ask, so she made sure to add; "Of course, it's up to you." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 20 2015, 09:59 PM Post #1069 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Jimmy didn’t move from his spot as he considered that. “What about the cholo? He ask for an assignment?” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 20 2015, 10:04 PM Post #1070 |
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Is that so?
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"The... cholo?" Geraldine trailed off, unsure of what Jimmy was referring to. Spanish was not one of Geraldine's strong points. Jimmy knew that. "I think he means the Hispanic. Eli." Spencer leaned forward and informed her with a tilt of his head. "Oh. He volunteered for construction." Geraldine informed him. "Why?" |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 20 2015, 11:24 PM Post #1071 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Jimmy roguishly raised an eyebrow. “No reason,” he said, without even bothering to dress up the lie. He left the door open as he turned around and returned indoors. The autumn air was starting to give him goose bumps. “Like I said, I’m on it,” he called back as he gathered his clothing. “Just remind me where Alex’s team was heading.” * * * “I was here early,” Annie explained, as she moved over to a drawer with her supplies. “I used to live around here. Believe it or not, the area’s only gone slightly downhill.” She immediately shook her head at herself, just as she removed yet another pair of gloves, and then found a pair of arterial forceps. “Sorry, bad joke,” she said. “What happened was pretty simple. My neighbours and I went to a shelter, Spencer and some others were there. The walls here were already going up. They said they needed an M.D., and I agreed.” She left out the part where she asked for a favour in return, and they found and moved Chase from the hospital. She was ready to move on. “So here’s what I need you to do,” she started. “Take a deep breath and bear down as if you’re forcibly exhaling, but while still holding your breath. Try it a few times. This will prevent air from being pulled back into the pleural space as the tube is removed. It’s called the Valsava’s maneuver. One moment.” Annie turned and opened the door, calling out to Ajay. “She knows we’ve already performed surgery on her,” she chastised him. “If you’re going to be a doctor, you’re going to have to become more comfortable with this kind of thing. Come on, you take the tape.” Annie returned to Willow’s side, hiking the gown over her chest and the blanket over her waist. “When I give you the signal, bear down,” she instructed, feeling around the dressing that was keeping the tube in place. With a new pair of sterile gloves – and a pad under the chest-tube site to catch any drainage – she gently removed the dressing, and then cut the sutures keeping the tube in place. She gave Willow the sign to perform the Valsava’s maneuver, and then she nodded to the returned Ajay. She clamped the pair of forceps over the tube, and then pulled, gently but swiftly removing it. Immediately after, Ajay stepped in, applying occlusive dressing over the hole. Together, he and Annie secured the dressing with tape. “All done,” she said, taking a step back. “You’re back in one piece.” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 20 2015, 11:50 PM Post #1072 |
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Is that so?
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"He went east on the 69." Geraldine cringed. Jimmy had probably been fishing for that exact line and she walked into it. She tried not to let it show as she continued. "There was a Home Depot over in Lapeer that Alex mentioned he wanted check out to fill Ethan's order of more raw supplies." That is why Alex had taken their flatbed truck. He was intending to come back with a lot of raw metal and wood. They had already cleaned out the nearby Lowe's of supplies; it was the next best place for them to start looking. * * * * * A knock rapped on Julie's door. "Are you awake?" Maxwell inquired through the door. * * * * * As soon as the procedure was finished, Ajay pulled the gown back over Willow's chest. He had seen bare chests a million times and it didn't really affect him in that way anymore, but he had never gotten over the awkwardness of it when that person was actually awake. Maybe it was just because he wasn't used to actually being medical personnel; he thought of himself as just a medical student. Annie was right though, he did have to get over it. There would be many more people in here in the future. "Oh, that stings..." Willow grit her teeth a little and tenderly touched the spot where the tubing had been only a moment ago through the gown. "I didn't think we'd be unhooking everything from you after only a day in here." Ajay shook his head. "You're either a fast healer or too stubborn to stay down. I guess both of those are good traits to have these days." "I'll take that as a compliment." Willow retorted. "So, what's next for me?" Ajay glanced at Annie. He was only really here to help her out. She was the expert and would defer to her for an answer. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 21 2015, 01:06 AM Post #1073 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Jimmy smirked as he got dressed. “Okay,” he called back one last time to his fearless leader. “Consider me already there.” * * * "The healing continues,” Annie responded. Her real answer to that question was multi-pronged. First, she laid out her pill regimen for the day and walked her through which pill did what. She also taught her the breathing and coughing exercises she warned about. The breathing exercises were remarkably similar to yoga ones. Place hands on stomach. Breathe in through your nose to your lung capacity, hold your breath for at least five seconds, slowly exhale from your mouth. Breathe out until your lungs are empty. “Do that nine times, increasing the amount of time you are able to inhale and exhale,” she instructed. “Try and do that a three times a day. Stop if you feel any discomfort of the lungs.” Then there were the coughing exercises. Those would be a little more painful, she warned. “Take a deep breath, hold for three second, and then huff three times, like you’re trying to create mist on a pane of glass. On the third huff, cough deeply from your lungs, not your throat.” Annie observed Willow trying the simple exercises a couple times. When she was confident she had it, she wrapped things up. “I’ll be back later to check your respiratory status and vital signs,” she informed her. “Ideally, I’d like to perform a chest x-ray – but Jimmy’s still working on an x-ray machine. And that was it. She gave Willow a smile, a nod, and a goodbye and left to go about her day. She had plans she was eager to get to. * * * “Eli, right?” the redhead started talking before Eli got the door all the way open. His name was Jimmy, Eli remembered from yesterday’s introduction. Eli had done some asking around about him during the night. He was some kind of big shot supply runner. Apparently, he pulled his own weight and then some. That’s why no one slapped the shit out of him for that nonsense with the truck horn. Now he was wearing the same collared jacket from yesterday. The same gun was around his waist, and the same spear was holstered over his shoulder. “Yeah?” Eli answered, a statement and a question in one. “Jimmy,” he said with a smile, crooking his elbow and pointing a thumb at his chest. “I remember,” Eli said. His unspoken question still stood. “What’s going on?” “Glad you asked,” Jimmy said. “Turns out we’re missing some people. They went out, haven’t come back. I’ve been tasked with finding them.” “Okay. Good luck.” Jimmy cocked his head and his smile widened. He seemed to take the brush-off as an invitation, or maybe a challenge. Either way, he pressed on. “I heard you volunteered for construction duty,” Jimmy said. “Isn’t that a little cliché?” Eli narrowed an eyebrow. “Cliché?” “You know, the Mexican doing the manual…” “Let me stop you right there,” Eli said. His eyebrow narrowed a bit further. “I’m Puerto Rican.” Jimmy’s smile didn’t dissipate but he did raise both hands in mock surrender. “Lo siento, mi amigo, no offence meant. I was just saying, you look like a capable guy. I could use you out there.” Eli was slightly taken aback by the offer. The anger that had just started building faded as he considered it. He chose construction because he didn’t like the road. He had just enough ego and self-recognition to accept that he was capable, but he still wasn’t eager. As long as he was stuck here in Flint, he was ready to take a break. “You don’t need me,” he said, and he tried to close the door. Jimmy caught the door with his hand, and leaned in a little closer. “Sure I do,” he insisted. His smile strained a little. “Don’t you have your own people?” “A few,” Jimmy admitted. “But a lot of them are among the missing. The rest are tired. If there’s trouble, I want the best. I think that’s you.” “Why?” "Why do I want the best?" Jimmy cocked his head. Eli sighed. "Why do you think that's me?" “A feeling I get,” Jimmy said. There was the grin again, back in full force. “And I trust my feelings.” Eli paused and considered his own feelings. He felt like he didn’t want to go. He opened his mouth to tell Jimmy that, but the guy must have read his reluctance on his face because he spoke first. “People are missing,” he said, and he lowered his face a bit, looking up at him. “And your friends are coming. Glenda, Brandon. Don’t you want to make sure they’re safe?” Eli took a deep breath. The play was transparent and Jimmy didn’t even look that sincere. He felt his defences falling anyway. “Why you tryin’ so hard?” Eli asked, sighing again. “I told you,” Jimmy looked back at him. A twinkle was in his eye. “I got a feeling about you.” * * * Jimmy grinned with self-satisfaction as he strode up to the front gate. His custom truck was parked behind the clinic with the other official vehicles. A field of raw materials – wood, metal, and stored gasoline – cast a shadow from the dirt lot nearby. Two of the newcomers – Brandon and Glenda, a pretty blonde kid and the mature badass looking lady from yesterday – stood waiting in that shadow, as instructed. “Good news,” he said, donning a pair of aviator sunglasses he kept folded in his jacket. “Turns out this party got one more RSVP.” He immediately lowered his glasses when he saw another form nearby. It was guy, big but lean, with long shaggy brown hair and a shaggier beard. His leather jacket and gloves made him look like he meant business. “Did I say one?” Jimmy said, friendly as ever. He strode over confidently. “Maybe I meant two. Jimmy Weston, pleasure.” The man accepted his shake, giving his hand one quick pump. “Emmett,” he said. “I’d like to come along.” “The more the merrier,” Jimmy said. He could always use people who meant business. Emmett was hovering near the one motorcycle in the lot. A Harley Davidson Street Bob. Jimmy had brought it back but hadn’t ridden it since. Truth was, he wasn’t very nimble on a bike, and he didn’t like people knowing it. He had an image to maintain. “You like the chopper, buddy?” Jimmy asked, adjusting his sunglasses once again. “I do,” Emmett answered straightforwardly. “Man of few words, huh?” Jimmy smiled back. “Tell you what, big guy, it’s all yours for the day. The key’s taped to the handle.” He swivelled to address Brandon and Glenda. “How ‘bout you fine folks? You ready to go?” |
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| Strompy | Apr 21 2015, 01:39 AM Post #1074 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Yeah. I'm awake." Julie answered ruefully. She couldn't ignore the world. Couldn't ignore this. The reality was she could be dead tomorrow. Get up. No point worrying about the future when you may only have today. Dragging herself out of the bed she walked to the door with less verve than a rotter. She put on her game face and opened the door. "Gooood morning. What's on the agenda today?" she asked in her usual manner. ... "Morning!" Brandon called out to whoever was home as came through the front door, hearing Julie respond from somewhere. Brandon rummaged through the selection of clothes at the house. Whoever lived here before, she was skinny like Willow. He combed through what was available, which proved to be considerable, as this woman had an impressive hoard. He'd picked out a few promising articles; a long baggy beige cashmere sweater, a loose grey tank top to go under that, an earthy green canvas jacket, and a patterned scarf in hues ranging from pale yellow to pink. The only item he had trouble with was the pants. All this woman had was thin-ass leggings and tight-ass skinny jeans. Willow had been shot in the leg, he specifically picked out loose fitting clothes so they wouldn't be rubbing up against her stitches all the time. Women had a tendency to suffer for the sake of appearance though, so maybe the skinny jeans were okay. There were no glaring stylistic blunders in his selection, he thought. She should be okay with this. He hoped she was, didn't want to look like he had no sense for this kind of thing, not that he thought she'd care all that much. It was a chance to attain a little bit of the old normal though. A chance to actually worry about such nonessential things, so in a way he enjoyed fretting about it. As for the other items, the previous occupant was fond of reading. There were quite a few yellowing Penguin Classics around. Brandon also didn't know what she'd like to read. She'd probably read quite a few of them, since she was far more academic than him. He spotted one that he unsure if she'd enjoy but knew that he did. It was a collection of stories by Jack London, including Call of the Wild and White Fang. He loved those stories as a kid, maybe she would too. He packed those and some others away with the clothes and finally packed the most important item; a holstered and loaded FNP. Back at the clinic he found Willow freshly detubed and looking happier for it. He left the bag with her and gave her a long overdue kiss, several actually, before leaving with a groan of deepest reluctance. They were going to get this done as soon as possible, he endeavored. "Sooner we leave, the sooner we get back." he said simply. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 21 2015, 02:19 AM Post #1075 |
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Is that so?
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Willow slumped her back against the wall as Annie left the clinic. Her chest hurt. She thought getting the tube pulled out would make her a little more comfortable. But she changed her mind after those lung exercises; the breathing exercises were bearable, but the coughing one was tough. She could still feel the stinging pain from them in her left lung. But what was she expecting? She jumped in front of a man firing his weapon wildly. But it had been worth it. She could still feel the warmth of Brandon's lips on her own. And her neck as well. And this time she had been awake enough to return the favor as best she could; although it felt more like she was suckling his lips and neck than kissing. Still, he was admittedly much better at kissing than she was. If he made fun of her later, she was planning on blaming it on the breathing exercises. She was pretty sure she could pull it off. With everyone gone now, she only had herself alone with her thoughts and the mental image of Ajay a few rooms down cleaning her guts out of the stuff they had disconnected. Thankfully, Brandon had left her a little care bundle with some cute looking clothes, a few books, and a gun. Since she couldn't get dressed and had no current use for the gun, she pulled out the first book she saw: a collection of stories by Jack London. She'd always heard good things about him, but her only experience with the author had been from a child's version of White Fang. She could correct that now. I didn't even tell him I liked books. She mused as she opened the book and started reading White Fang. * * * * * After Kelsey thoroughly thrashed her at Super Smash Brothers, Glenda had been interrupted by a knocking at the door. It had been Jimmy, telling her to meet him at the parking lot at the clinic. They were going out to look for one of their other crews that had gone missing. Whenever someone went missing these days, there were only two explanations; rotters or people. Both of them were bad news. Still, she did have to pull her weight around here. They owed this community a lot in the short time they had been here. A warm bed and food was worth enough already; but they also saved one of their own and provided asylum from the rotters. Even if she was slow to trust them fully, she couldn't deny the fact that they all owed this place. And going out there to find some of their missing was a mission she was okay with. Despite that, she prayed that the culprit was either rotters or a flat tire. People were the real threat. "That so, huh?" Randall had told her after she informed him of the situation. "Look, just be careful out there, okay? It feels weird having the crew separated. I might start getting some separation anxiety." He was joking, but she could understand the sentiment. "Don't worry. Apparently Brandon is coming with us too. We'll keep them safe." "Keep yourselves safe above all else though." Randall's tone was serious. Glenda could only nod in acknowledgement. Of course, when she had left to go fill Willow in on the situation, she walked in on her and Brandon engaged in a little bit of the non-medical mouth-to-mouth. Needless to say, the two of them broke it up fairly quickly. She didn't need to say much, since Brandon had already filled her in, but she said goodbye in a very different way from Brandon; "See ya later, kiddo." Now, outside alongside Brandon, Jimmy, and now and Emmett as well, she was ready to get this show on the road. "Daylight's burning." She told Jimmy. * * * * * Maxwell cleared his throat; Julie looked a little... distracted. Despite the tough act she was putting on. Still, it wasn't his place to pursue that. Nor did he really want to. "Geraldine wants us to meet her at her estate at the top of the hour." He relayed the message to her. "She said that she has a job that cripples like you and I, and cowards like Jeff, could do for the place that doesn't involve direct action." He paused to let the message linger before finishing the thought. "It involves cataloging and distribution, apparently." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 21 2015, 02:50 AM Post #1076 |
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When Eli finished suiting up, he headed back upstairs to Julie’s room. She had been vulnerable with him yesterday, and he felt like he let her down. He didn’t want to explain why, but he did want to apologize. He owed her that and more. He stopped at the top of the stairs when he heard Maxwell’s voice. He had gotten to her first and was saying something about cataloguing and distribution. He thought maybe he should interrupt, ask to speak to her alone, but the prospect didn’t excite him. I’ll apologize later, he resolved in his mind. That was easier. Better, even. He could use the time to clear his head. He turned and hustled back down the stairs. He grabbed his tan jacket from a hangar by the door – Candice had returned it last night – and he headed out. * * * “I couldn’t agree more,” Jimmy said. “Like I said, though – we’re still waiting on one last guest.” As if on cue, he saw Eli appear around the corner of the nearby clinic. He was wearing a tan canvas jacket and jeans. Jimmy could make out the bulge of a belt – police style, maybe – around his waist, and the assault rifle slung over his shoulder was unmistakable. “And here he is!” Jimmy declared to the others, before walking to meet Eli half-way. “Damn, vato, you look like you’re ready for Desert Storm.” Eli gave him a half-frown as a response as he headed for the truck. He probably recognized it from last night. Jimmy knew it was hard to miss. “We’re losin’ daylight,” Eli said as he passed Jimmy by. “You know, your friends were saying something similar,” Jimmy turned and followed him. “I like the hustle. I think we’re all going to get along just fine.” Jimmy jogged by Emmett, circling around the truck to the front seat. He slid his spear -- with the blade still sheathed -- behind the seats, then took his place. He waved to Emmett as he did, affecting a marginally more serious tone of voice. “Stay close, big guy, but stay behind me,” he instructed, and then put his elbow on the back of his seat and looked all around his truck. “And when we’re out there, I call the shots. I know the area, I know the people, and I’ve been at this a while. Listen to me, and I'll get us home tonight safe and sound. We all cool with that?” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 21 2015, 03:04 AM Post #1077 |
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The best there is. That is what she had heard about Jimmy. It was why everyone put up with his at times abrasive personality, so she had been told. Apart from the porno mags, which Glenda thought was actually a good joke, all he had really done that seemed irresponsible was honking his horn and attracting rotters. But on the flip side, the guards had simply stabbed them through the bars. It was an easy and safe way to dispose of them. So far, her impression was someone that was a bit care-free and short-tempered. But those were not bad on their own. He had done nothing to her to garner a negative opinion yet. Of course, he hadn't earned a positive opinion yet either. "As long as your orders are reasonable, I won't argue." Glenda told him bluntly. "If you are as good as everyone says you are, then we shouldn't have any problems." |
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| Strompy | Apr 21 2015, 04:16 AM Post #1078 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Mhm." Brandon concurred with Glenda. He tapped his foot anxiously as they got underway. He was fidgeting like an addict, and that's exactly how he felt. He worried that if he kept this up he'd just end up getting on Willow's nerves by constantly invading her personal space. He never imagine he was the kind of person to get so... irrational about somebody. It felt like something out of a shitty teen romance novel. Good God, he was turning into Edward Cullen. ... "Awesome. Cataloging, my favorite. Shall we?" Julie asked offering her arm to Max. Maybe some mind numbing busy work would do her good. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 21 2015, 04:52 AM Post #1079 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“Like I said, I think we’re gonna get along just fine,” Jimmy said. The truck started rolling, and the distinctive roar of the Harley came to life behind then. * * * Jeff sat in the kitchen of the other house, waiting for Julie and Maxwell. He had been present last night when Geraldine stopped by to give them their marching orders, and he had woken up early this morning to get ready. He scratched at his bare cheek. This morning, before taking a shower, he had taken a pair of scissors and then a razor to all his facial hair. By the time he swept it all up afterwards, there was enough to smush into a baseball-sized ball. To complete the transition, he had also showered and gone out of his way to find clean and appropriately-sized clothes. When he looked in the mirror before coming over, he didn’t recognise what he saw. He was a far cry – a real far cry, like a cry to a different state or country – from the “homeless-chic” man he saw the day before. In addition to looking different, he also felt different. But that was the point. He woke up this morning unafraid of seeing a rotter around the corner. That feeling had become foreign over the past month or so, and it triggered an epiphany, kinda like the one he had the day after Mac died. It’s a new day, he told himself. Why not a new Jeff? He looked up when he heard a separate pair of footsteps coming down the stairs. "Hey guys," he greeted, upbeat. |
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| Strompy | Apr 21 2015, 08:48 AM Post #1080 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Julie felt Max's coward remark was a little too mean, if it was cowardly to want to stay inside the walls then what did that make Max? He'd gotten by just fine so far even being "crippled", so wasn't any reason he couldn't be out there with the others. As for everything that happened on the road so far, maybe Jeff just wasn't the kind of person who took well to violence. Shouldn't that be admirable those days given what they'd seen? Julie didn't say anything though, it wasn't a good way to start a day. "Who the hell is this guy? He's cute." Julie asked as she got a load of the new Jeff. He wasn't bad looking under the soup catcher. His hair could still use a little attention but he was actually looking kind of cute. Somehow made him look more manly not having the growth, like he wasn't hiding behind it. Plenty of ladies in town, that might have something to do with it. "So, gorgeous, where's the coffee?" |
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