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Apr 4, 2015 1:22:24 GMT -6
Post by macxcheese on Apr 4, 2015 1:22:24 GMT -6
December 26th, 2026
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Cogo: Latin. Verb. 1. collect, assemble, gather together, restrict or confine 2. force, compel, urge, encourage. _________________________ Jane's eyes blinked open from another dreamless sleep. She could get used to that. She looked over at the two sleeping forms on the ground. While she wriggled upright, she threw a small smile at them. Rashad and Malina had given her the couch to sleep on, and she hadn't thought twice about taking the offer. Now she felt a little guilty, so she turned her eyes to a nearby window. Pink showed through the shutters and she let out a light yawn. She laid down again in an attempt drift off to sleep. It though was thwarted by a sudden need to pee and she soon was up again.
After a brief dizziness, Jane was able to stand and silently tip toe around the siblings. She held on to her tank as she journeyed through the house- the small weight seemed to keep her down on Earth. Finally she found the bathroom and well, used it. When she was done, she glimpsed in the mirror and absorbed her new hair cut. It would take some getting used to, but Malina had done a good job!
The trip back to the living room was a lot shorter than the one from, and when Jane returned she discovered another early bird awake. "Good morning!" she whispered.
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Apr 7, 2015 22:32:19 GMT -6
Post by candyleptic on Apr 7, 2015 22:32:19 GMT -6
CandyLeptic Malina sat up and rubbed her eyes- she was the first one out and usually the first one up,but Jane already was? "Are you okay Jane?" Hopefully that didn't mean she was in pain! Malina didn't know how to work her scuba tank thing. She fumbled with her pony tail and retied it a few times with her new sparkly bands before picking sliding her rifle out from under her pillow. She didn't know why, but it made sleeping a lot easier for some reason. Rashad, of course, managed to steal all the blankets from her side, so she could only compensate by stealing his pillows. macxcheeseJane nodded gleefully. “Why would you ask- Oh!” She looked down at her nub. “Right, my arm! Gotta get used to that,” she giggled. She shifted the tank to her right hip and looked around awkwardly, trying to think of something to say. Her eyes eventually landed on the sleeping Rashad and Jane let out another squeak of laughter. She motioned for Malina to come close, and when the girl did she wiggled her eyebrows. “Do we have any markers?” CandyLeptic "I....uh, why?" She shrugged. She didn't know why Jane needed to write something, but okay? Rashad had one, so she just walked over to his bag and started to pull stuff out. She flung a pair of socks out, a pair of boxers and a roll of gauze before she found what she needed. "Here you go," she said, and handed Jane the marker in her good (only?) hand! "Do you need paper too or...?" macxcheeseJane managed to grab the marker while balancing the tank on her hip. She snorted at Malina’s question. “No silly! Just watch!” Like a ninja (or so she thought), she slunk over to Rashad and knelt down. Once the tank was set on the ground, she uncapped the marker and swallowed a giggle. Her hand shook as she traced out a pair of glasses on the sleeping man’s face, a goatee following soon after. She turned to Malina and held out the marker. “Do you want to try?” CandyLeptic Malina watched in awe- one this was great because this also humiliated her brother, but two this was a - a sleepover thing! Girls did this at sleepovers, right?? Like, bestfriends did? And she never got invited to sleepovers (Mostly because she fought the kids but that didn't matter anymore) BUT here Jane was! And Malina, now very excited, wanted to hop up and down and beg and laugh but instead she just sort of shook with anticipation! "YEAH-yes! Lemme try!!" She leaned over Rashad's face and thought of something to add- maybe blush marks! When she went to put the marker down though, she supposed she pressed too hard, and he turned in his sleep! Malina almost slipped from over him, and called out an "ah!" Rashad, sat up, confused as to why Malina and Jane were so close to him!! He looked between the two in confusion (Malina was trying to stifle her laughter but was almost to tears!), before finally turning to Jane quickly! "Are you alrigh- Why are you two laughing!??" macxcheeseJane passed the marker like it was some ceremonial baton and watched with stifled laughter as Malina added to Rashad’s “makeup”. Rashad woke up though and that made the laughter gates burst. She held her stomach as she leaned back, causing her to lose balance and fall on her back. She could only point at Rashad’s very confused face while tears rolled down her own. CandyLeptic Malina started to laugh pretty loud too, and actually needed to sit down on the couch while Rashad was up in an instant! He sighed and helped Jane up before giving Malina a confused but a "I'm sure you're behind it " sort of look. After Jane was okay (still laughing though), he suspiciously made his way to the bathroom, and in the dim light he could very well see their "work." His face fell, completely bewildered that this occurred to ANYONE, but even he started to laugh a bit, too. He tried to wash it off but the sink didn't work, of course, and then his face fell. Oh no... macxcheeseJane sat down on the couch with Malina, still chuckling. The laughter slowly left her and soon she was left with an empty, tired feeling. She kicked her feet against the couch and sighed. “So… do we have breakfast?” CandyLeptic Rashad embarrassingly came from the bathroom and tried to hide his face with his hands at first, but after the laughter barrage he sighed and let them fall. He moved the furniture from the door frame and got more snow to distill (water was his only hope...) after he instructed Malina to feed the now annoying and cocky chickens. Malina went through their food to find they didn't have much left at all- alarmingly maybe enough for a one whole meal, and even then they weren't eating a lot. "Rashad..." She called wearily until he came back with a pot of snow. He started to push the furniture back, but stopped when he saw Malina's expression. She held up a can, "What happened to our food?? Did you use it all for your shit soup??" Rashad shook his head and plead, "What? No! I made sure we had enough for a good while," he passed over her and set the snow down near the fire to inspect it himself. She was right, their supplies were way lower than he had thought!? "This can't be," he started in disbelief, "I was sure... Did you check every-" "Yeah! I DID. You're an idiot!! What are we going to do?" She was pretty upset- if he couldn't be trusted to keep the food, what GOOD was he for?? The clucking in the kitchen continued, and finally Rashad angerly moved the furniture they had blocked the kitchen with (mostly so their warm air wouldn't get too far, the chickens did have blankets!). He found, quite oddly, the the chickens were out of their cages and roaming free, in a pile of, quite frankly, food he had thought was secure in the next room over. He stood in stupor, watching them devour a box of cereal (Box included) in silence.
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Apr 8, 2015 21:28:25 GMT -6
Post by macxcheese on Apr 8, 2015 21:28:25 GMT -6
macxcheeseJane rubbed her stomach while the two quarreled. She threw a worried glance over to them, figuring something was up and that something wasn’t good. She got up and wobbled over to the window to try and distract herself. It worked, and she found herself staring out the window at the falling snow. A great idea suddenly came to her, so while the siblings were distracted, she picked up her tank and stumbled out the front door! Jane searched for the right spot, which she found a few yards away. Once she dragged her feet over to it, she set down her tank and laid in the snow. Her limbs started pumping side to side, pushing the snow into little mountains around her. She giggled as small snowflakes landed on her face and soon was tired. She couldn’t get up though, because that would ruin the snow angel! Hoping they would come quick (it was getting cold) she called to the two inside! Candyleptic Malina and Rashad continued to bicker, and then started to bring up things from much earlier too. Malina yelled at him for the lack of blankets, but Rashad quickly brought up the fact he was missing all three pillows he tried to keep to himself. Finally, Malina squinted hard at him and mumbled, "/You/ made me kill Volkav, okay??" Rashed was taken aback, and left wordless for a second; "I didn't make you kill anyone!! You had a choice!" Malina started to yell back, letting all of her built up emotions cascade until the faucet ran empty-"YEAH BUT YOU...YOU TOLD ME-" She stopped dead though when she heard Jane call out to them- JANE. Rashad pushed past his sister- Jane was gone!! He started to frantically search around the couch while Malina noticed the open door and the draft from out of it! She cautiously made her way outside with her gun and peeked around the corner- sure enough, there was Jane! "Rashad, you can stop freaking out now! She's uh... I have no idea what that even is." Rashad hopped into his shoes and out the door, and slowed considerably for a moment to watch Jane at work. He was just kind of in shock though (how did she get out of the house??) and froze in place. macxcheeseJane heard Malina and tilted her head up. “I’m making a snow angel, duhhh!” She smirked at her before realizing she needed her help. She nodded her head towards her hand and feet and explained, “I don’t want to leave hand prints or foot prints in it, so could one of you please help me up?” Her dad had helped her the few times they’d made snow angels on tour. She missed her dad. Candyleptic Malina blinked, "Uh Jane? Angel's don't live in the snow?" Rashad sighed and shook his head at the both of them, but it was sort of nice and cute he supposed, and he let out a light laugh. "You make an image of an angel in the snow, Malina. It's a cultural thing!" He carefully made his way through the snow and lightly lifted Jane up while Malina gr abbed her tank from her. Malina shivered fiercely though, and Rashad led the girls back into the house. He set Jane down on the couch and started to look over her tank's numbers while Malina pushed the furniture back over it. "So are we staying here then or what?" macxcheeseAs soon as they were in the considerably warmer house, Jane started to shiver. She tried to sit as still as possible while Rashad checked the small machine, seeing as it could be important. Her head perked up at Malina’s question and, assuming the girl was talking to her, she shrugged her shoulders. “Do we have anything to eat is the real question!” Candyleptic Malina flashed an evil smile, "We have one thing- er... a /few/ things!" and looked towards the kitchen. Rashad was spread between checking the numbers and parenting his sister, so he just offered a flat "No." "Yeees?" Malina sang! "No. We are not killing, skinning, and flaying the chickens. Not only because I don't know how, you don't know how - and if Jane knew how I wouldn't offer her a knife now anyways-, but because we are not killing animals if we don't have to." His lips tightened at the numbers on her dials-- they were much, much lower than he had thought. The more awake and alert he was, the more terrified too. Rashad was really in way too over his head, but he didn't want the girls to be able to read that. Malina was getting antsy as time passed though, and finally she was at it again- "YEAH but what are we going to do, Rashad?? Eat what food we have left and then what? "Wing" it? We could "WING" it right over there-" She started towards the chickens again until Rashad cut her off, "No, I said no! Absolutely not. Malina, while I attend to Jane, look around here, take what you can. We'll hit the road and try something." He didn't want to stay here any longer, anyway. Apocalypse or not, bad neighborhoods still made him nervous. Rashad paused for a moment while Malina huffed and turned on her heel. He looked back to Jane, hoping his outburst didn't shake her. "How are you Jane?" He asked, soft and sweetly. macxcheeseJane nodded along with Malina’s idea, then slowly shook her head when Rashad claimed it was a bad one. She was honestly so confused. All she wanted was food now. And maybe a new arm. Remembering Rashad, she looked over at him. “I’m cold,” she whined. “And hungry. But what else is new?” She recalled manners and added, “How are /you/?” Candyleptic Rashad sighed at Jane and thought for a moment; "I'll make what we have left." Malina peeked her head from the room over and started to tell him off, but he stopped her quickly- "If we have any hopes of finding somewhere better, than we need strength to do it." Malina huffed but was gone again. Rashad stared to cook what they had- two packages of instant ramen and some leftover jerky they had got from Volkav. macxcheeseJane smiled, very pleased. When the meal was done, she gratefully took a small bowl of ramen and scarfed it down. The same happened with the jerky. She was pretty full after all the food was gone and a lot happier. She crossed her legs on the couch and yawned. “Is it field trip time yet?”
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Apr 18, 2015 1:23:03 GMT -6
Post by candyleptic on Apr 18, 2015 1:23:03 GMT -6
Rashad set Malina aside a bowl and took some for himself; neither of them were big meat fans, and they both nearly wanted to throw up at the sight of jerky. Malina, knowing full well they only had the shitty dried meat called back something excitedly, and after a moment of confused silence between the rest of them, she emerged into the living room with a bag of dog food. "FOOD." She said, proudly, before dropping the bag with a thud.
She was AWARE there was a dog eating it on the bag (even if she wasn’t very good at recognizing 'American' spelling right away), but she also knew it pretty much tasted as bad as anything else. Rashad was just as excited however- dog food still maintain what little health value it had AFTER expiring!!
"Malina that's- that's actually really good!! What else do you have there?"
She beemed for a moment, taking in the rare occasion that she did something worthwhile in her brother's eyes! She knelt down and pulled a pair of khaki's from the pile she dropped with the food and tossed them right at his face, which then fell to the ground apathetically.
"Now you don't have to wear girl jeans!" She said ever-so-full of herself!
"How did you-"
"They had JUICY on the back!" Malina laughed. They really didn't, but the stone cold look on Rashad's face was so worth it. So. worth. it. Malina went through the pile a little more; she found a shirt for herself and somethings for Jane, and she walked over to hand her the finds!
"Do you like this stuff Jane? I think kids used to live here."
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Jane awaited Malina’s discovery with excitement, but it fell at the side of what she saw. She was not so tripped out that she couldn’t recognize dog food. She made a disgusted face at the bag and scooted dramatically away. “I am /not/ eating that,” she stated harshly. There was a line and she would not be stepping over that line anytime soon.
She picked through the clothing Malina gave her, finding a few things out of the preteen collection. There were too many monkeys and snarky t shirts for her taste, so she gave the remainders back with a smile and her thanks. She peered down at her current clothes and realized she hadn’t changed from the previous day. She suddenly stood up with her
bundle of clothing, prepared to fix her faux pas. A bad head rush stopped her though and she was sent back down to the couch. “WHOA,” she exclaimed, dropping the clothes. Stars danced in her vision and she groped around in the air for while.
“Are you guys seeing this?”
Candyleptic
Both the siblings stopped at Jane's comment; Rashad almost wanted to explain how dog food wasn't necessarily /toxic,/, but Malina kind of wanted to agree with her. Both didn't say anything though, but did rush to help when she had a fall.
Rashad decided that they were going to stay put then, and continued to keep an eye on Jane while Malina ransaked the house over the next few days. Some meager food was found (Most of which the team found to be well spoiled after the fact!), but they really hit the jackpot three days later; Malina found a bag of white "things" that Rashad could match to a container of "prescription" vicodin. He slowly, slowly weaned Jane from what was left of the Nitrious Oxide to the new drug, "Winging" it as he went. It wasn't until the morning of December 31st that they had finally run their supplies dry, and were well enough rested to consider leaving.
Jane did not feel well rested. She felt like she needed /more/ rest. The weaning process had been painful at best, and she was currently sleeping through the effects of the new drug. She knew she had to get up soon, so she attempted to sit up. Lightheadedness hit her like a truck and she flopped back down in defeat. Turning her head, Jane solemnly watched the siblings prepare for their departure. She could only vaguely remember what had happened the last few days, and she wasn’t so sure she wanted to regain those memories. A sudden bout of nausea hit her and she groaned loudly. The next month needed to pass by much quicker than the last few days, or she didn’t know what she was going to do!
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Rashad stopped his packing for a moment; he had been doing it painfully slow. The more time passed between them and their Christmas Eve, the more surreal everything felt. He'd be lying if he said he never wondered if this was purgatory or something of the sort. The very fact they were all still alive actually terrified him. What else was left then, to put a person through? He found himself staring, at his own hands, and holding them together to make sure they were, in fact real. But sure enough they were alive, and he didn't know what else to do rather than to /keep going/. No solid plan or direction made his stomach curl and tie, and in remembrance he looked onto the pamphlet that was lying between him and Malina on the ground.
It was advertising a church nearby; in their early days of scavenging what they could, they quickly learned that churches became the final resort for those who were lost, and, while often full, might at least give them a direction to turn to. This church, not too far away, would most likely be their last shot. While Jane slept, Rashad had snuck away to ransack nearby houses, but most of anything was gone.
"HEEEY. Hello?? are you even listening to me?" Malina was about fed up with trying to get Rashad's attention. "Jane's saying something. I don't know what you did, but you really fucked up here."
Rashad slowly looked over to Jane before snapping back at Malina, "Watch your language! Jane, how are you feeling?" He was sure he could guess the answer though, and his heart sank.
Jane really had to go to the bathroom and wasn’t been sure she could make it there herself, so she had begun calling Rashad’s name. Luckily Malina had caught on and helped her out, but by that time she was already trying to get off the couch. She hadn’t made it that far by the time Rashad found his way over and a desperate look came onto her face.
Wasting no time she gasped, “I feel terrible and I need to pee so bad.”
Candyleptic
Rashad nodded and picked her up, but Malina gave him a weird look. He brushed it off and carried her to the restroom; the toilet didn't flush, but it was better than nothing. Manually emptying it was pretty disgusting, but what doesn't kill you makes you stronger? Right? Either way, he set her down next to the seat and called Malina to wait in front of the door. After closing it, he mumbled to her if she wasn't out in ten minutes to open the door and make sure she was okay. If she heard a crash, Rashad promised he would be close and ready.
hollyalice
It was quickly replaced by disgust when the toilet’s smell hit her and she gagged heavily. Managing to control her stomach, she finished her business and awkwardly washed her hands from the side of the sink. Then she sat for a while. She tried to remember anything that happened during the few days her brain was on vacation. Only blurry shapes and feelings came to her though, nothing solid. She sighed and called for Malina, so ready to get out of there.
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Apr 18, 2015 1:25:04 GMT -6
Post by candyleptic on Apr 18, 2015 1:25:04 GMT -6
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Malina opened the door quickly, half expecting to find Jane on the ground, but she seemed okay. Rather than wait for Rashad, Malina tried to help Jane stand for a minute, but soon enough she realized she should really be carried. She then called for Rashad, who was there in a heartbeat, and picked Jane up. He set her sitting up on the couch; he had already packed her things.
"Jane, if we leave now, would you be okay? We can't stay much longer, but is there anything you need to do first?"
hollyalice
Jane leaned her head back and shook it side to side. To be honest, the sooner they left the better. “Where are we going again?” she asked. Wait, what stuff did she even have to pack? Speaking of stuff… she reached for her headband. Her hand touched her hair and no headband. She looked up at the two, confused, and continued patting her head. “Wh-whe
re?” Where was her jacket? Her backpack? Did any of those things make it out?
Candyleptic
Malina looked from Jane to Rashad, as if to ask "What the HELL did you do to her?" Rashad looked at Jane worried for a moment before he tried to explain, "Malina cut your hair a few days ago, Jane. It looks really nice now!" He tried to be sweet and not belittle her, but wasn't sure if he came off that way.
Malina thought the whole thing was too weird, and was done gathering her stuff. "Okay, let's get a move on ladies, we don't have all day and I'd rather eat live chickens than dog-" She stopped. The fucking chickens. What where they even going to do??
Rashad shook his head at his sister before looking back at Jane, "We're bringing them with us, no question. Are you all ready to go then?"
hollyalice
Jane just stared between him and Malina. She felt someone pick her up again and then she was in the car. She looked out the window to find they were moving. Finally she laid down and placed her arm over her eyes. So much was happening and she just wanted to go back to sleep.
Candyleptic
"Alrighty, want to tell me where we're going?" Rashad said to Malina as upbeat as he could! He didn't want either of the girls stressed out, but it didn't seem to help. Malina looked exhausted too.
She let her head lightly hit the window next to her, "I can't English, sorry. Try again later." Rashad let out a small laugh and stopped the car for a moment to check the map over. "I've never seen YOU so tired," he joked. Malina just shook her head and half mumbled for him to shut up.
"You can sleep, it's a bit of a drive, to be honest." He was, in fact, calculating based on the assumption he would get lost several times (It was a fair assumption).
"Sleep's for the weak," she said as her eyes closed. She didn't want to sleep though, quite honestly. Since Jane's amputation, every dream had been a nightmare, and she didn't care for more.
hollyalice
Jane felt a jerk and opened her eyes slowly. She looked through the window and saw they’d stopped moving. “Wha?”
Grabbing hold of the seat, she pulled herself up and situated herself so she was comfortable. “Are we there yet?” she asked quietly, not wanting to wake Malina if she was asleep.
Candyleptic
Rashad's face was stone cold. They weren't in the city limits just yet, but they were close enough to see what had become of it. Undead. Many of them. He wasn't scared in the least- he felt absolutely empty. His hands slid off the wheel slowly and into his lap while Malina started to stir from another nightmare- another one with Volkav. Feeling more tired than before, she rubbed her eyes and angerly looked at Rashad. She wanted to know why they were stopped in the middle of nowhere and not in the city-- the same...city that was now in front of them. She nearly froze in place, aside from still rubbing under her eye. It looks like her nightmares weren't over just yet.
hollyalice
Jane pursed her lips at their silence. She couldn’t really see what they were staring at, so she leaned to the middle for a good view. She really wished she hadn’t. Her breath caught in her throat and she grabbed for her weapon. Not only was it not there, the hand she tried to grab with wasn’t there. A whine of frustration escaped her throat and her breathing accelerated.
“W-w-w-what do we d-do?” she whispered to them.
Candyleptic
Rashad cleared his throat. Action plan. He would not go headfirst into this. For the first time in a long while, he would take initiative here, even if it certainly didn't feel like it was in him.
"We came here to go to church." He put the car in drive, "So we're going to church. Sound good to you, girls?"
Malina stared straight ahead, not believing what she was hearing. "Sure, I'd love to die," she mumbled.
hollyalice
“UH-“
Jane was pretty thrown off by his logic. Had they not just faced off with an overly religious psychopath? Her missing arm confirmed that yes, yes they had.
She wasn’t the one driving the car though, so all she could do was hunker down and hope to whatever was up there that they didn’t die. And that she didn’t barf.
Candyleptic
Rashad quickly turned to Malina and gave her a quick shake. She, absolutely offended, was about to call him out until he started to talk over her.
"Wake up!! I need you focused! Unbuckle your belt and get in the back with Jane!"
"What?? Why? Shouldn't I be up here to-"
Rashad shook his head, "In the event of a crash it's safer to be in the back."
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Apr 18, 2015 1:27:41 GMT -6
Post by candyleptic on Apr 18, 2015 1:27:41 GMT -6
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Malina scoffed at that- who even cares anymore?? But carefully climbed in the back with Jane and put her hands on her shoulders. She figured she was /really/ back there because this was probably going to be a bumpy ride, from what she gathered. Rashad's normal driving was terrible enough already, really. Rashad made sure the doors were locked (they always were), and checked the fuel levels. Quarter tank. Okay. He could do this! He reminded himself it was very, very possible there were people there, alive, willing to take in anyone...maybe...possibly. But he wouldn't turn back- he firmly believed it was a sign and God help him, he was going to go for it!
The car took off, speeding into the city. Rashad didn't account for the numerous cars stockpiled on the road, but he also really didn't care. Volkav's Jeep was nicely compact, but even then, some gaps were just too narrow. As the car slowed down early into the city's entrance (they had been doing so well, too..) he found a gap he wasn't completely sure the car would fit between. The Jeep slowed considerably; just enough that an elderly, decaying man could run up to their car straight into Malina's window. It didn't break, thank GOD, but it was enough to send her falling back on Jane. Before even apologizing, Malina was face to face to the fucker (glass intact between them!) yelling every Hindi word in the book that she wasn't really supposed to say. Rashad, nearly petrified, kicked on the gas so hard the car was sent through the gap at an angle and smacked into another. It hardly slowed them down, and amazingly the Jeep showed little damage, but it was enough to shake up its passengers. Rashad was down the street further before he even took his eyes off the road to check on his precious cargo in the back. Malina, VERY displaced and nearly on the floor, just muttered "You're a piece of fuck, Rashad."
hollyalice
After making room for Malina, Jane was just able to fasten her seat belt before they started the drive into the city. She closed her eyes, then decided they would be more useful open. She could barely stand all of them though. She heard a smack on Malina’s side and screamed at the thing mashed into the window. She barely noticed the younger girl be thrown across her lap, she was so petrified. She leaned as far as she could from /it/, which didn’t work in her favor. Her head cracked against the window when Rashad hit the gas. Stars flew in every direction and Rashad’s sudden turns made her stomach churn. She wondered if the medication was really worth all this nausea, then a sudden pain in her arm told her it was.
Candyleptic
"I'm so sorry," he repeated over and over again as he sped up. He was confident he already broke at least several driving laws and had to stop himself from calculating just how many points that would be on his license. He made a quick turn and the car nearly swerved to dodge an oncomer, but he JUST hit the zombie, and it was sent a far was away. Feeling somewhat liberated, he nodded up and down and kept going, only to feel the sensation he was driving over /something,/ and, indeed he was. He saw what was left of the poor fellow in the rear view mirror, and had to bite his lip so hard it nearly bled to stop himself from throwing up.
hollyalice
Jane leaned forward and wrapped her arm around the passenger seat headrest, letting her forehead bump against it. She decided closing her eyes /would/ be best, so she did just that. She felt bumps and turns and squeals, and then they finally stopped. She picked her head up and took in the church in front of her. A deep breath escaped her. “Oh my God, you did it.”
Candyleptic
Rashad's heart was beating so fast he felt like he had just been hit by a defibrillator of some- or any- sort really. The car slid to a stop in the parking lot, quite a mess from well- for the lack of a better term, "roadkill." Malina sat in the back, in pure awe that they even were still alive.
"Let's do it again!" She half shouted/half yelled at her brother, "I can't even believe you did tha-"
"It's not over yet!!!" He turned around and looked back at them. "Malina I need you to pick off however many you can. If you have to use the rest of your ammo," he looked up, "Just do it."
He closed his eyes for a second while Malina got ready. In the meantime, another zombie smashed it's face into Malina's window, but this time she was having NONE of it. Rashad sat in silence, stunned, but Malina didn't even flinch this time. She did freeze, but after a moment furrowed her brow and pressed down on the window button. It stuck its fingers through the gaps and pressed its face into the whole. Malina stuck the gun through the whole and shot straight through the zombie's mouth, and then once more when the window finished scrolling. Rashad's heart pounded, but what worked...worked...He used the driver's controls to set the other windows a notch lower, raised Malina's a bit so enough space to stick the gun out was allotted, and turned the car off. He then climbed in the back, protected one side of Jane, and Malina got the other. He took his own pistol out, stuck the barrel out the window, and fired. Twenty minutes later, by some divine intervention, the lot was relatively clear.
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Jonathan woke groggily as light filtered through the light dusting of winter clouds. He sat up from his bed - the collection of chairs he'd crammed against a wall and covered with tablecloths. Looking out the window, he saw light flurries of snow gusting playfully through the air. And, as always, walkers prowling around the edges of his church, loosely pawing at the walls. He turned away, climbing over the chairs and bracing himself against the wall for a moment. He breathed evenly, 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4, his eyes closed. After calming himself, he moved along. He roughly tidied his sleeping place by dragging the sheet back on top and repositioning the recliner that served as his pillow/head of his bed.
He walked out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind him. Padding down the hallway, he found himself in the Sunday School room. He had organized it exactly eighty seven times, and walked over, staring at the wall of construction paper drawings. Lopsided crosses, boats, animals, and stick figures decorated the papers in crayon, each one proudly signed in large, uneven lettering. Haley, Jacob, Seth, Ruth, Richie, Kayla... He turned away, breathing hard.
He walked out, unsure why he'd visited the room in the first place. It was the most painful room in the entire church. He walked out onto the landing, looking down at the worship hall. Pews in their place, forbidden to collect a coating of dust by his daily attentions. Hymnals and Bibles in their places, in the wooden slots on the back of each pew.
The stairs up to the stage, the pulpit, the piano. His eyes lingered on the instrument. He hadn't played it in nearly two years. He missed it, he wanted to play more than anything, but he didn't dare make that much noise. He hadn't even sung in all that time, except quietly to himself at night, when nothing else would calm his dreams.
He raked his fingers through his hair, pulling it back out of his eyes. If only his friend would return, he needed another cut. Hah! How desperate he was, to refer to a girl he'd known for two days a year ago as a friend. He shook all these thoughts from his head. He felt dirty, he needed a bath.
He made his way down the stairs and went to the bathroom, where his exceedingly light box of wipes were. He'd rationed them as carefully as he could, but he was still running out. One wipe every three days did barely everything, especially now that they had only the memory of dampness clinging to them, but it was better than literally nothing, either that or he really had gotten used to his own smell.
Once he'd rubbed himself down as best he could, he went into the kitchen for breakfast. He passed the food storage cupboards, giving them a glance. As he did at least once a day, he reminded himself that no, those were for people in need. Not him. He instead went to the cupboard by the refrigerator, pulling it open. He pulled out the crackers, digging out a handful from the two-thirds empty basket. Reaching behind that, he pulled out the bottle of grape juice. Taking two communion glasses he kept in the same cabinet, he set one of the small, one ounce plastic cups on the ground, and held the other, filling them both. He also laid out three of the unleavened wafers.
"Come on, come on out," he said coaxingly to the wall, "It's breakfast time!" After a time a small grey snout peeped out, followed by small black eyes and large, round, soft ears. The mouse looked at Jonathan for a moment before coming the rest of the way out. It was followed by two others, who all surrounded the food he had laid out. Jonathan took one of the wafers himself, closing his eyes as he held it before him.
"And Christ took the bread and, when he had given thanks, broke it and gave it to them saying, 'This is my body, which is given to you. Do this in remembrance of me.'"
He put the wafer in his mouth, knowing better than to try and let it soften. He crunched it loudly, as there was no other alternative. Once he had finished, he said in a whisper,
"And likewise the cup after they had eaten, saying 'This cup that is poured out to you is the new covenant in my blood.'"
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Post by candyleptic on Apr 18, 2015 1:33:22 GMT -6
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“What are you doing??”
“’I’m trying, trying to find an entrance! Malina there’s one-!! Oh thank you…!”
She scoffed. “It’s all boarded up, we can’t get in Rashad! Let’s just go /back/!”
Rashad fixed his grip on Jane- the three of them were pretty light because they had ditched most of their supplies in their car. “No, we are /getting/ in this church!” He was adamant, he didn’t know why, but he felt like he NEEDED to get in there!
“There’s not a door!” Malina called, abruptly, “That’s not freaking boarded!!” She had been using the butt of her rifle to try to knock the wood off, but it wouldn’t budge! Their presence was attracting more of them though, and she didn’t know what else to do!! Rashad was frantically checking around the building, and after Malina caught up, she called for him again,
“Just break the glass!!”
“Malina this glass is-“
She stared at him cold for a second.
“I’m not going to break it, Malina.”
“Fine.”
“Malina what are you doing?”
She popped the clip off her rifle, “Changed my mind, don’t want to die.”
Rashad nervously looked from the oncoming crowd to the glass. “Don’t aim for Mary.”
“Got it!” She sad, and /threw/ the clip into the glass as hard as she freaking could. It shattered a small area, and the glass spread all over the inside, revealing the framework. Rashad quickly went first in with Jane, barely, BARELY fitting while Malina quickly crawled in behind them. Once inside, the light from outside was sufficient enough to put Jane down at a pew and find something to push over the…new….doorway…
Malina was amazed- “Did you see that Rashad?? We’re totally- we’re alive!! Again! Rashad- Rashad, I don’t think- I don’t think anything can kill u-“ Her voice faded when she heard noise a ways off. She put a hand back on her rifle. “I…I don’t think we’re alone, guys…”
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Jane death gripped the back of Rashad’s shirt. She couldn’t take her eyes off the approaching things, and her ears rang so much that at first she didn’t register the breaking of glass. Her head snapped away from the shards and she scrunched her eyes shut. She wondered if shutting them tight enough would make everything go away. The groans of the undead proved her theory wrong though, so she moved on to wondering how far away the groans were. They seemed to moving farther and farther, and a door shut and then they were muffled. Jane’s eyes popped open. They were in the church.
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His heart froze and exploded at the same time as the glass behind him shattered. Jonathan fell to the floor, ice coursing through his limbs and heart pounding. He could feel his blood pulsing in his ears as he looked up while clutching his chest, only to see people climbing in the window. Although shafts of light cut down from the sky to illuminate them, they certainly didn't look like angels.
First through was a dark young girl, her skin almost the same color as Jonathan's, carrying a large gun, her hair back in a bouncing ponytail. Next through was a man with long hair and the same dark skin, carrying a young white girl. Jonathan stared, still half on the floor, hand clasped firmly next to the faded cross on his shirt. He stared up at them like a deer in the headlights, unable to form any noise, let alone words.
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Rashad tooka deep breath at the figure on the ground and motioned for Malina to stay with Jane. One hand on the pistol to his back, he carefully crept closer and investigated- the boy didn't seem to be hurt, but glass cuts and the everconstant loom of infection were enough to justify a close look. When he got closer to him, he slowly put up both his hands- quite honestly, he wanted to sob.
There was someone else here, possibly more. Someone who was /alive/, who was boarded up and alive, meaning food and supplies. Before getting any closer, Rashad let his eyes tiredly close and took a deep breath. It was all he could ever ask for, really. For once, in a very long time, Rashad felt at peace.
"Let's kill him," Malina whispered to Jane, half serious, half not-so-much. Actually it looked like this kid couldn't hurt a fly but she wasn't about to go easy on him. If Volkav taught her anything it was assert dominance in the first place instead of playing innocent.
"HEY." She called out, and her voice rang loud. "Who are you??"
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As soon as Rashad set her down, Jane attempted to stand up. It actually worked, even though she felt pretty dizzy. She didn’t want the stranger to know that, so she kept as still as she could and took deep breaths. Malina’s whisper caught her off guard and she nodded robotically. As soon as she realized what she was nodding to, she stopped. Mostly.
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Jonathan stood unsteadily, gripping the pew for support. Meeting the eyes of the man who stepped forward, his attention snapped over to the youngest girl as she yelled at him. "J-jonathan. My name's Jonathan," he said. By the grace of God, they really were people!
"Sorry, um, hello? I'm not, used to..." he stumbled off, searching for the right words to say. "It's, um, nice to meet you?" he said. Wait, should he ask them their names? Or was it too late for that. Or was that something he should do at all? She had asked who he was, but maybe it was only okay to do if you were the first one to say it...?
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Rashad still kept his hands up; "Are you all right? I can patch up anything if you need it...Sorry about the uh, the window there." He looked back, "We were sure not to aim for Mary..."
Malina tried to stifle a laugh but Rashad was about to toss her out.
Sensing it was sort of awkward (not that it really mattered anymore, social convention or, what was left of it, remained in shambles for the most part, in his opinion!) he took initiative. "My name's Rashad, that is my sister Malina and our companion Jane. We..." He was torn between making up a story or just telling the truth, but soon he found it wasn't his choice to make!
"Hey do you have anything to eat?" Malina called out from behind him.
Rashad shook his head, "No, firstly, are there others?? Or- do you have supplies? I know it's blunt, but we have skills we can lend to anyone here; you have my word we'll do our part there. I swear to God." He put a hand on his heart and anxiously awaited an answer. Surely though, if they made it all this way, it was destined to work out, right?
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Jane grew tired after a while and sat down, seeing as there were two people between her and this gu- Jon. She became distracted and examined the church as they talked. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a small movement. Yet when she turned, nothing was there except a small hole in the wall. She wondered… Her attention moved back to the others when Malina asked for food. Her stomach grumbled and she suddenly wished Rashad would stop talking for goodness sakes. What “skills” did she have? None. She couldn’t even climb a freaking tree now.
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"Oh! Um," Jonathan nodded. "There's no one else here. Just me." And the mouse in my pocket, he thought to himself. Or in the wall, technically. "I do have food though. You're welcome to whatever you'd like! It's all in the kitchen. I can show you, if you'd like..?" He could sense hostility off the loud little girl. Malina! But Rashad didn't seem as angry. The third one... Jane? Was harder to get a read on. He noticed her arm and looked for a moment, before distinctly looking away, back to Rashad. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable!
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Malina lit up; "Oh great, then we don't have to kill you. Well?" She pushed him forward, "Come on, show us the food! We haven't ate in weeks."
Rashad lightly pushed her away, "I'm so sorry. I promise we mean you no harm. I am wholeheartedly a pacifist."
"Me too! I'll pass-a-fist right through your stupid face! Now show us the food!"
Rashad let sighed and went back to retrieve Jane- this whole thing was just so weird. After he had Jane in his arms he mumbled to her "One. Only one." They had food for now, but no /future/ nor stability, and his heart dropped again.
hollyalice
Jane had to admit that she was excited at the prospect of food. Not excited enough to smile at the boy, or even smile in general, but excited all the same. She was used to getting picked up by now and mechanically wrapped her arm around Rashad’s neck. She glanced up at him when he spoke and nodded. Only one was good.
Kryss
He swallowed hard as Malina pushed him along. She had a gun, and seemed angry. He would gladly give them food anyway, but now he didn't dare to even speak. He led them to the kitchen and opened the food storage cabinets. There was a dusty collection of about twelve tins of food, mostly fruit cocktails and chef boyardee.
"I-if it's alright, please leave at least a few. In case anyone else has need of them." Of course, these people were in need too. But what if someone else came who also needed the food? It was going to last for a short time anyway. Of course, he was in no position to stop them if they wanted all of it.
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Oh, it felt so good to pick on someone again. Especially because this kid was obviously not a threat. Then again though, this could be a trap, and that reminded Malina of the nightmares she's been having, and her somewhat playful demeanor changed fairly quickly. She didn't answer him, but instead inched closer to the others.
Rashad shook his head left and right, "We'll only take what we need, thank you." He watched the food leave the shelves and his stomach growled. "How long have you been by yourself for?" The idea that this might be foul play started to occur to Rashad too, but he still had a sense of friendliness to his words. "There are no others at all?"
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Jane watched the boy’s movements silently, not even her stomach grumbling. As soon as the cans had come into view, her eyes had widened and she just really wanted all of it. She couldn’t even eat that much and she still felt greedy. They should just knock him out and take his food. A little voice told her that wasn't right and she immediately felt guilty. He probably had problems too. Like having to choose between Chef Boyardee or Spaghettios.
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Post by kryss on Apr 18, 2015 14:52:26 GMT -6
Jonathan: he shrugged, scratching the back of his head briefly. What day was it?
"Um, over a year." He said, then realized an easier marker. "Since the beginning." He figured they would know which beginning he was referring to. There was only one that mattered anymore. His stomach fluttered as he watched their expressions shift. He surrounded by glaring eyes. Well, Jane kept shifting back and forth, and Rashad had more developed a frostiness to his smile, but to Jonathan it felt like they were screaming at him. He suddenly felt a strong kinship to Daniel.
Please, Lord, he prayed as they began opening their chosen cans. , Close the lion's mouths.
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Post by candyleptic on Apr 18, 2015 22:40:52 GMT -6
Malina quickly started to rip through her own can, and afterwords didn't wait to be given silverware; she just plucked a fork from her bag. She ate the food quickly, mostly because she wasn't sure when shed get another chance! This kid seemed pretty wimpy, and while she did want to give him the benefit of the doubt kinda, she was more concerned of not being tricked again.
Rashad opened Jane a can first and started to hand it to her before realizing with one hand she would have a hard time holding both the can and fork. Hunger burned in his own stomach, but to be honest he almost didn't want to eat. Eating, he realized, just reminded him of being hungry again, and he was almost always hungry. He set his can aside with a sad smile and offered Jane a spoonful of ravioli. Hopefully it wasn't too demeaning, he really didn't intend it to be.
Malina slowed from her own eating to stare at Jon awhile. 'So how did you board up yourself?' She took another bite, 'Where did all this food come from? How are you getting water?'
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Post by macxcheese on Apr 19, 2015 8:57:39 GMT -6
While Jane knew Rashad's intentions were good, she still felt humiliation at the notion of having to be fed. Not only that- she didn't want this stranger to see that she was weak, that she couldn't even eat without help. She gently took the can from Rashad, avoiding eye contact, and sat down with her knees to her chest. She placed the can between her knees so that they would hold it up, then reached up for the fork. She peeked up at Rashad apologetically and hoped he wouldn't take it as a slight.
Jane quietly listened to Malina's barrage of questions while picking away at her food. She examined the room, looking for exits, escape routes, weapons. Not that she would be able to fight if there was a situation. She sighed heavily and stirred the ravioli.
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Post by kryss on Apr 19, 2015 18:26:16 GMT -6
Jonathan: He grew a little confused and anxious at Malina's barrage of questions. What was she talking about? Why was she so angry at him?? Or maybe her questions hadn't been angry? Jonathan found himself getting more and more nervous as he had more and more difficulty reading the situation. He took a deep breath and said a quick prayer before answering.
"I... didn't board up the church? I did block the entrances, I just used things I found around the building to do so." How could boards have gotten outside? Maybe Nicole had put them there when she left? He hadn't heard any sort of construction, but he assumed he could have slept through it, or... something? "The food is the church's poor storage. It's what we give... gave to charities and anyone who comes to us in need. And, ah, I don't have any water. Not since a few days after everything... happened. I've been drinking the church's juice." He walked over, leaning down to open the cabinets where he kept the communion supplies. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Christopher peering out of their hole in the wall. He hoped the mischievous mouse wouldn't come out in the open. He had enough to deal with right now, and still knew enough to know that most people didn't appreciate mice the way he did.
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Post by candyleptic on Apr 19, 2015 21:46:13 GMT -6
Rashad gave Jane a slight puff of his cheek and a half smile; it had to be pretty hard on a person's psyche as well on their body to lose a limb. Even with working with patients (albeit sparingly) before everything, he always was forgetful in that aspect. He attended to his own food while giving Jane quick peeks to make sure she was doing okay- but she seemed to be, thankfully.
"Well, we're charity, then!" She said, purposefully flatly. She nonchalantly kept eating but kept an eye on him- watching him react was pretty fun!! It was like messing with Rashad but with a fresh air. She started to look around after seeing Jane do it- she was pretty cool to already be eating by herself. Pretty soon she'd be strong enough to beat Rashad up, Malina wagered. That'd be pretty cool. Malina did just notice that this was, in fact, a holy place though, and she started to feel pretty guilty. She set her food down and, using her new scarf Rashad got her, wrapped her head in it. It was tradition back home certainty, but in a weird way, being in church made it seem like He was watching, and Malina wasn't ready for that. She was still battling with yes I killed a man - which was a sin (according to Rashad), but also with somehow we're still alive - which was a sign (also according to Rashad). Being in church made Malina almost uncomfortable and torn- she wanted to cry for forgiveness but also yell out and scream but also move on and grow past it - all at the same time. But for now, she just sat in silence, almost deciding she didn't want to eat anymore. Almost.
Rashad was hoping for something else though- friendly conversation. There was a certain art to coming off as non-threatening. First impressions were fleeting and gone, but that didn't mean he couldn't ease the tension. He spoke as if he had known Jon since he was a child- he was about Jane's age, perhaps? Rashad was, evidently, terrible at ages though, so he wouldn't trust his own judgement! "Have you been eating enough, Jonathan? Forgive our...bluntness, we should have been sure you had enough to give!" Well, if he had some for charity... "How old are you then?" He was at a cross between telling Jon their real ages or lying- quite honestly, he wasn't sure how much it mattered anymore. He could say he was about 30- still in his prime but experienced too, and Jane and Malina be ten and thirteen - they would seem less of a threat, but for now, he would just wait for Jon to answer.
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Post by macxcheese on Apr 20, 2015 13:02:19 GMT -6
It took a little longer than usual, yet Jane still finished off her can with ease. The sudden carbs made her feel tired and her eyes drooped while the other three's conversation continued. She laid her head on her knees and closed her eyes. Something fuzzy touched her hand and she twitched it. It didn't go away though, so she peeked an eye open. She smiled, Oh, it's just a mouse.
Wait.
She whipped her hand to her chest and scrambled back, sending the can and fork clattering to the ground. She was too frozen to yell or scream and just watched it with wide eyes. It scuttled over to the can, sniffing it. Jane felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as she watched it and felt her mouth turn down into a grimace.
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Post by candyleptic on Apr 27, 2015 0:43:00 GMT -6
Kryss Jonathan watched them, still feeling wary. Rashad's change to friendliness was comforting, although he seemed like he was trying to be awfully familiar with Jon. He sounded like the adults who knew his parents, and had known him as a small child. They spoke with a great familiarity, even if he hardly remembered them. It gave him an uncomfortable prickling in his chest, like when he forgot the name of a classmate or a promise he'd made. Still, the questions were easy enough to answer. "I'm fine!" he reassured Rashad. He certainly didn't want them to feel guilty for eating the food! Even if she said it in a rude way, the girl Malina was right - the food was for people exactly like them! He pulled out the basket of wafers and two-thirds empty jug of grape juice. "I've been surviving off of the communion supplies," he explained, feeling his cheeks heat slightly. He wondered if he should explain that he did the proper rites before every meal; he wondered if they would even understand what that meant, or care. He placed them on the counter and almost answered the question, then realized he wasn't certain. "I was fifteen when this all started," he said, trying to do math in his head. "I think it's been... a year? About? It feels longer. I'm either sixteen or seventeen. I was keeping track, but I forgot a few times, and I used tally marks and haven't really bothered to count lately, I could go up to my room and count if you want..." He trailed off, realizing they probably didn't care that much. His cheeks prickled with heat again and he glanced to the side, not wanting to make eye contact. Candyleptic Rashad let out a light laugh, "Nearly two years, my friend." He looked down at the grapejuice- why did he have...Oh! Communion then! As a replacement for wine, he wagered. Something occurred to him and he bumped Malina, who just finished fixing her scarf. "How rude of us, in a holy place, even! Namaste!" He put his hands in a prayer-like formation and gave him a light bow, and Malina did the same. Rashad rubbed his hands together and opened his mouth to explain when Malina noticed Jane beat the shit out of a can!! "WHOA!" she jumped up and made sure her rifle was secure on its strap; "Jane found more food! Great job, Jane!" She slowly got in position to pounce on the mouse while it stuck its nose up in the air from her calling! Rashad just shook his head and sighed, "Are you alright Jane?" macxcheeseThe corners of Jane’s mouth turned down even more when Malina cheered about “more food.” This would be another thing she would not be eating! She just wanted it gone! She heard her name and met Rashad’s eyes, giving him an unconvincing nod. One time at her parent’s restaurant, there’d been a small mouse infestation. She remembered one crawling up her pant leg and nipping her. She’d cried so hard and slept with her eyes open the rest of that week. Thus, mice were definitely not her favorite things. Kryss Jonathan wanted to sit down.Two years? He wasn't that surprised, he supposed, but it was so bizarre to get a timeframe like that. He would have his license by now, if things had been different. Near his senior year of high school. It gave him vertigo to think of those things. Hearing Jane's exclamation, he hurried over. "Christopher, no!" he said sternly, scooping the mouse out of the can. He held him in his palm, close to his chest. "I'm so sorry," he said, seeing the strong grimace on Jane's face. "He's always been outgoing." And mischievous, but he didn't want her to think even worse of him than she already did. Candyleptic Malina's face contorted in confusion, "How American, he names his food?" Rashad crossed over and lightly helped Jane up, trying to let her do some work- he was starting to wonder if carrying her all the time was detrimental. After Jane was up and (hopefully!) okay, Rashad kept a hand on her shoulder and turned to Jon, "Uh, that's a bit of an interesting...pet choice!" Malina felt her eyebrow twitch. This guy had enough food for pets?? She never understood that. Outside tons of people starved and did whatever they could for food, and yet people are so quick to give what they had to animals who could probably fend for themselves anyway?? She have Jon a soured look- what else did he have then? She was starting to feel the effects of little sleep, and most of that ill-will was pointed towards Jonathan. "What else do you have around here?" A sarcastic 'pit of zombies??' almost rolled off her tongue too. macxcheeseJane scooted a bit away when Jonathan came near, but was glad he was there to get the mouse. She stared at him warily, still trying to judge him. Finally she mumbled, “It’s fine.” She felt someone pull her up and helped herself the rest of the way until she was standing. She unconsciously swayed back and forth, though Rashad’s hand on her shoulder put a stop to that. Kryss Jonathan glanced at the mouse in his hand. "Well... they were the only friends I had," he said. And it was true, Mary, Joseph, and Christopher had helped keep him sane, even if they couldn't talk. They were living, and they weren't trying to eat him. That's all he really asked for. At Malina's attacking tone, however, he shrank back a little, lifti ng a hand to protectively cover Christopher. "What? Nothing! I mean, there are the rooms upstairs, but there's not a lot in them, and there's the library, and the office, and the bathrooms, but I didn't think you'd be interested in any of them? I was going to show you to my room when it was time to sleep, I mean that is, you know, if you were even going to stay that long?" He took an unconscious step backwards.
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Post by candyleptic on Apr 29, 2015 1:23:37 GMT -6
Rashad tightened his grip in Jane's shoulder slightly and gave her a worried smile. Was...was that normal or....
Malina quickly shot a glance to her comrades; talking to animals?? That was a red flag? Sure Rashad did it but you know who else talked to animals? Probably... Volkav...like, at one point... But is was still super weird and she just shook her head. "Uh, I'm not sleeping anywhere near you or your pets?" Not that she planned on sleeping anytime soon. It wasn't worth the nightmares, she decided. A draft blew in through where they had entered the church, and it reminded her quickly how the three of them were never able to get their hands on coats. "What she means- I'm sure-" Rashad very quickly shot his sister a look, "Is we would very much like to stay if you can offer the hospitality." Jon's set up was nice (soooo nice) even if it wasn't what Rashad was hoping for, but it proved hard to remember everyone had it pretty bad these days. He wouldn't pretend there wasn't a part of him that wanted to greedily take what he could and leave the kid on his own; but Rashad couldn't bear to live with himself should that happen, nor what that would change both Malina and Jane's opinions of him. "Um, Jon actually," he continued, carefully testing if Jane could stand on her own, "If there's anything we can help you with, we could compensate for any burdens we lay into you." He stammered for a moment as he looked from his party to Jon, "I, for example, have practiced in medicine for quite awhile now, so if you could use anything.... Also Malina is very keen with her rifel if you haven't noticed... And Jane is very easy to talk to! Honestly I wouldn't be surprised if in the near future she makes a name for herself..." He let his voice trail off. He had to admit, he was feeling quite awkward by this point!!
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