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Sept 25, 2014 15:02:59 GMT -6
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Post by kryss on Sept 25, 2014 15:02:59 GMT -6
Skylar: "Onward, then!" She said, pointing the way. They made their way carefully through a few more aisles. There was a little food left on the shelves, but most of it was spoiled or broken. They steered clear of the refridgerated section, which they could already smell.
"Over there!" She cried, pointing down a separate aisle. When they arrived, just as she had thought, it was per food. There were a few bags and several cans of cat food still around. She didn't know how good the cans would be, but she figured it wouldn't hurt to take the lot.
"Mr. Whiskers will be very happy." She commented, smiling from her perch. She figured Comrad would let her down soon, it would be very hard to carry all this stuff by herself, and some of the shelves would be hard to reach from high up.
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Sept 25, 2014 15:29:59 GMT -6
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Post by ashestoApples on Sept 25, 2014 15:29:59 GMT -6
Satisfied that he'd been dorky enough for now, he set her down and dashed around the corner for his cart so she could set her haul down.
"He'll be a very happy, very round fluffball," he decided. "Too bad Mein Fuhrer is putting him on a diet." He understood why; the fluffball was super fat since he'd torn his way into all the bags of cat food in Lorna's absence, but that was hardly his fault. He was just hungry. Yes, technically he could get diabetes or arthritis or whatever but he was so gosh darn cute.
He turned around another aisle before running several steps and riding the cart to the end of it, only to have the cart swoop out from under him. He only barely didn't crash into a shelf and topple over everything in the store before deciding he probably shouldn't do that.
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Sept 25, 2014 15:56:21 GMT -6
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Post by kryss on Sept 25, 2014 15:56:21 GMT -6
Skylar: she laughed, watching him zoom down the aisle, nearly falling at the end of it. Se walked over, dropping her haul in the basket, shaking her head.
"Sir, I'm afraid you were going over the speed limit. I'm gonna have to write you a ticket." She hand her hands on her hips and was shaking her head in very serious disappointment.
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Sept 25, 2014 15:59:06 GMT -6
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Post by ashestoApples on Sept 25, 2014 15:59:06 GMT -6
Conrad batted his eyelashes and peered around at her.
"But officer, I suh-wear I wasn't tryna hurt no one, no how," he said in a high-pitched, southern voice. "Cantcha let me off with just a warnin'?"
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Sept 25, 2014 16:03:50 GMT -6
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Post by kryss on Sept 25, 2014 16:03:50 GMT -6
Skylar: She started laughing so hard she doubled over, having to support herself on her knees.
"What was THAT?" She gasped, eyes watering in mirth. She wasn't sure why it had need so funny, except maybe that it had just been so unexpected. "C'mon, you nerd. Lets go." She grabbed the cart and dragged it to the front, stopping at one of the registers. She took several items and began running them through the scanner. "Beep beep beep beep" she said, pretending to be the cashier. "That'll be $450."
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Sept 25, 2014 16:11:18 GMT -6
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Post by ashestoApples on Sept 25, 2014 16:11:18 GMT -6
He grinned at her, glad to get the reaction he'd hoped for. He did find it a bit unfair she called HIM a nerd when she just asked him for $450 for like less than twenty cans and some cat food.
He peered around and jumped over another register before jamming the 'open' button and finding nothing. He tried this on the next few registers until he came to one with some change and some bills on the floor.
"Let's see. I have $12, two quarters, six dimes, a nickle and some pennies. Oh! And a button." He dropped his findings on the mini-table for check writing in front of the register. "What'll that get me?"
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Sept 25, 2014 16:31:19 GMT -6
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Post by kryss on Sept 25, 2014 16:31:19 GMT -6
Skylar: She regarded the money and considered him carefully. She locked her eyes on his torso and sloooowly panned up to his face. She rubbed her chin as though weighing the worth.
"Hmmmm...." She picked up a singular can of cat food and offered it to him, taking the money out d his hand. "Here. But it's only because you're so cute." She said. She stuck the money in her own commandeered register and turned to leave when something caught her eye. She realized she was in the tobacco lane, which admittedly had been thoroughly plundered, but she saw a white corner sticking out from under the counter.
She bent down, leaning on the floor, fishing it out. A carton of cigarettes. She lay down, peering under the bottom of the counter. Another one! It took her a minute, but she managed to pull that one out as well.
"Score! That is... I think? Rick smokes, right?" She looked at Conrad for confirmation. Otherwise he had kind of just wasted her time. But she was fairly certain she had heard him long for a cigarette before.
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Sept 25, 2014 16:47:31 GMT -6
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Post by ashestoApples on Sept 25, 2014 16:47:31 GMT -6
He rolled his eyes at her giving him a single can of cat food and calling him cute.
"Nice!" Conrad said, fist-pumping at her discovery. "Yeah! He and the Fuhrer both do! Now if we could only find some alcohol Rick would be our slave for life. And possibly death."
He helped her up and snagged the cartons, tossing them into the cart. "Nice, though. For real. He'll be really happy. Mein Fuhrer has some lying around but she hid them from him for some reason." He shrugged before pushing his way through the exit with a smile--before abruptly freezing and ducking down, taking her with him.
"Skylar," he whispered, "There are like five of them out there around the car." Eyes wide, he pulled out his gun, figuring if he could take them out in 6-7 bullets they could get out of there before any more were attracted by the noise. He didn't feel completely confident that he could do that, though.
Heart racing, he looked around for a minute before realizing what he needed to do.
"Okay," he whispered to himself. "Okay okay okay okay okay..." He transferred the contents of the cart to a basket instead and made a motion to Skylar that said 'stay here.' The cart made a lot of noise on the sidewalk and parking lot, but that could work to his advantage. He made it pop a wheelie to minimize the noise before edging his way out, watching the walkers the entire time. Now or never.
He pushed the cart on the smoother sidewalk so it picked up speed and careened down the 5 steps at the end, successfully making a huge racket while Conrad sprinted into the nearest shop and ducked for cover. Peeking over the edge, he saw them making their way slowly toward the noise. They're so stupid, oh my god.
Now that they were sufficiently distracted, Conrad edged his way, crouched low back to where he left Skylar.
"Okay," he whispered. "After they get closer to the cart they'll realize there's nothing over there, so we need to go." He picked up his basket and took her hand. He was gripping harder than he needed to, probably, and beads of sweat formed on his face by the second. He thought his heart might explode in his nervousness.
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Sept 25, 2014 17:41:20 GMT -6
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Post by kryss on Sept 25, 2014 17:41:20 GMT -6
Skylar: "Unfortunately no luck on that front." She replied when he mentioned finding alcohol. Honestly she was happy to win Ricks good graces. Their relationship had been a roller coaster since she arrived, although it had been getting better lately. Maybe this would seal the deal.
She couldn't help but gasp as he pulled her down, more out of surprise than anything. She looked out and saw the walkers pawing at their windows in the car and a cold sweat broke out on her arms. Her heart began hammering in her chest, but she didn't go pale until Conrad LEFT THE STORE. By the time he returned she was white as a sheet.
"Are you insane??" She whispered harshly. She went with him, though, gun gripped tight in her hands, fingers on the trigger. They did a sneaky run to the car and she threw her door open, collapsing onto her seat. Only after Conrad was securely in and had put the car in drive (about the same time the zombies realized where the prey was and began heading for them) did she allow herself to close her eyes, gripping the sides of her seat firmly. She shook a little before calming down. That hadnt even been that bad of an encounter. They had gotten away without a scratch received or a bullet fired. Still, seeing them in groups always shook her. The only times she had ever come close to beig bitten was when they were in groups.
She eventually relaxed, letting her head fall back on the seat and deciding some sensory overload was in order. She flipped on her iPod and held it tightly as the music began to play. That was much better.
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Sept 25, 2014 18:37:59 GMT -6
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Post by ashestoApples on Sept 25, 2014 18:37:59 GMT -6
Conrad shakily pulled the car out of the parking lot, narrowly avoiding the hands of the walkers- not that they could have gotten a hold of them in any case. His heart was hammering and his hands were sweaty. His grip on the wheel was shaky at best and his breathing was rapid and shallow.
Around the first turn he grappled with his breathing and his eyes widened when he saw flowers at the side of the road. He took a deep breath.
"Just look at the flowers. Breathe in and out, Connie. In... 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.... Hold, 2, 3, 4... Out, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9."
By the time he was around another corner, Conrad had calmed down considerably. He sneaked a worried glance at Skylar to see her buried in her music. Everyone had their way to cope, and he could have guessed long ago that this was hers. He cleared his throat before turning left at a marker he'd set up a while ago to mark where they'd scavenged. He realized with a sigh that he'd forgotten to mark the shopping distract. Too late for that now, though, because he sure as hell was NOT going back there.
He leaned back into his seat and breathed out again, relaxing finally. They'd be home soon-- or at least a close to home as they had.
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Sept 26, 2014 10:26:59 GMT -6
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Post by kryss on Sept 26, 2014 10:26:59 GMT -6
Skylar: As they entered the familiar neighborhood, she looked over at Conrad. The poor boy was still pale, his hands gripping the steering wheel too tightly.
"Thank you for driving," she said, hoping it didn't sound lame. Hopefully he would understand she was thanking him for taking care of the walkers, and apologizing for not offering to drive in his stead. Not that they had really had time.
When they arrived, she loaded her arms full of supplies, nabbing most of the bandages and boxes, and some of the cat food, and the ciggarettes. She headed to the front door, using her elbow to unlock it.
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Post by ashestoApples on Sept 30, 2014 16:52:17 GMT -6
Conrad did understand what she meant, and tried to force down a heat wave of redness crawling up his face as she trotted off to the front door. Conrad took everything... else... that was left- funnily, it was mostly everything that wasn't going to win someone's affection, he noticed- before following her shortly after she opened the door. Mr. Whiskers was already on the prowl, skirting past him and bee-lining for Skylar's feet. He watched with a smile as the small bucket of fluff jumped up to bat at her skirt. It was new to the cat to see anyone in a skirt, and Conrad realized that even if Lorna had worn skirts at a time, he doubted she had in over a year. How old was Mr. Whiskers anyway? He looked like a (very) chubby kitten, but Lorna had said she'd had him for 'a while.'
Turning his attention to more important matters, he plopped the duffle bags of clothes on the bottom of the staircase and made his way to the kitchen with the basket of what few groceries they'd found. Lorna followed behind him.
"I hope those duffle bags at the foot of my staircase are full of things that you're going to be taking up there within the next ten minutes."
"Yes, ma'am," Conrad said, doing his best to retain a sigh. No 'good job, Conrad,' no, 'glad to see you're alive, Conrad,' not even a 'how'd it go, risking your life for supplies out there, Conrad?' He supposed he was used to it- the Fuhrer had ways of making up for the trouble later.
She nodded at him after they put everything away and scribbled a couple things in her notebook.
"It went fine, by the way," Conrad said, unable to help himself. He told her about the small crowd of walkers and how torn apart most of the stores were in the area. He also mentioned that he'd forgotten to mark the shopping district. She wrote as he talked, not even looking up at him.
"It's fine. We'll probably hit it one more time, just in case." With that, she was gone. Conrad looked around. No sign of Skylar or Rick, at least not in the kitchen, but he could hear Skylar cooing at Mr. Whiskers for a minute before getting up and calling for Rick. Where was he anyway? It was odd that he wasn't in the kitchen or scavenging. He was usually doing one of the other.
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Post by Andy on Oct 2, 2014 10:53:16 GMT -6
As if on cue, Rick appeared in the doorway, standing with his forearms posed on either side of the frame. He was filthy - Covered in sweat and dirt, especially his hands, which were pretty much caked with grime. It was likely why he was keeping his hands off the walls of the house.
At seeing what they were packing, he let off a loud whistle, and then whooped triumphantly.
"Wellllll, lookit you!" He teased cheekily, walking up to Conrad and hooking the crook of his arm around the boy's neck. He dragged him along as he headed for Skylar, intent on some kind of group hug. "My lil soldiers growin' up all big n' strong n' takin' care o' da resta us! What'd ya get me?"
Though he had been saying it sarcastically as a joke, at the brandishing of cigarettes (which Skylar had almost held up defensively as he came towards her in the state he was in) he stopped dead in his tracks, jaw hanging open in shock and eyes as wide as Mr. Whiskers' when he was chasing his toy mouse.
"YA GOT ME CIGS?!" He shouted, far too loud as he let go of the trapped Conrad, who bounded away from him like a terrified rabbit, and charged towards Skylar. He stopped got short of tackling her, taking the cigarettes from her shocked-stiff fingers. He almost patted her on the head - but catching sight of his dirty digits, he leaned forward and planted a kiss on the top of her head instead. "Thank ya so, so much, darlin'." Turning to Conrad, who looked at him with wide, horrified eyes as Rick came towards him.
"Don't--" Conrad tried to warn, but it was too late as Rick (gently) slapped a filthy hand on either side of his face, holding him in place by his cheeks as he planted a loud kiss on Conrad's forehead.
"MMMMWA!" He vocalized as he pulled back, giving the smaller man a wide, friendly grin. "THANK YA!" He laughed as he finally let go of Conrad's face, who grimaced very deeply.
Without another word, or providing any explanation of the state he was in, he turned and started to leave the way he had come. His filthy hands were already covering the carton in stains and muck as he fumbled to get it open, using his mouth to pull one out and hold it between his lips. Belatedly, he realized he didn't have a lighter as he patted himself all over, leaving dirty handprints on his clothes.
"Uh, don't s'pose anyone has a light?" He mumbled awkwardly, feeling cowed as he was about to head out the door.
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Post by ashestoApples on Oct 2, 2014 20:41:15 GMT -6
Lorna, who'd been lurking in the other room had found her way to the kitchen archway behind the crew. She watched the lollygagging crew for a few moments, unable to help the slightest smile on on the corners of her lips. What? It wasn't like she was getting attached to them or anything. Conrad slipped past her to get away from Rick before any more disgusting (in this case literally) forms of affections were thrown his way, and she stepped around him while rifling through her pockets until she found her lighter.
"Here," she said suddenly, and Rick turned around to light it thankfully, only for her to pull it back over her head (as if it would help). "BUT! Number ONE, take it to the porch, and TWO," she paused, biting her lip and looking back at where Conrad had left and looking back at Skylar before leaning in a little. Her voice grew quieter, the commanding edge all but gone. "Share?" Much to her dismay, all of hers were gone, and she'd cleaned out the area. It was hard-pressed for anyone to find any.
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Post by Andy on Oct 3, 2014 10:12:06 GMT -6
Listening to her commands like an obedient dog, Rick nodded his head before he even realized what he was agreeing to. He blinked in shock for a moment, but then shrugged it off. Ah well, she'd given him some when they first met, right? If anyone deserved him returning a favour, it was Lorna.
Nudging his head towards the porch in indication of yes, he lead the way. Once they were out were Lorna had deemed fit to smoke, he hunched down slightly in front of her as she flicked the lighter on. He only took a tiny drag to get it going, before wiping one of his hands off on his pants. Figuring it was sufficiently clean enough, he opened the already-stained pack as carefully as he could, avoiding leaving any smudges on the contents inside. Unexpectedly, he tossed it to Lorna as he sat down, taking a deeper pull of his cigarette as he did. As he breathed out long and slow, he patted the spot beside him.
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