Post by ashestoApples on Jul 24, 2014 1:40:06 GMT -6
CommanderStarseed: Wordlessly, which was strange for him, Rick watched Lorna deal with her foot. His eyes widened at the amount of blood, wondering how she was going to keep insisting this wasn't a big deal. That's when she started pouring alcohol on the wound, and he cringed for her before she ever did. When she grabbed his sleeve, he alternated between staring at her grip, staring at her face, staring at her wound, and staring at the kid driving. He couldn't settle on just one thing to look at, figuring no matter what he did he'd look like a creep so finally he stared resolutely ahead. The action was just in time for Lorna to let go of his sleeve and finish dealing with her foot, which he snuck peeks at out of the corner of his eyes.
'She uses de 'sporin on me but not DAT?' He wanted to shake his head and growl, but knew that'd be too much of an outward reaction he wouldn't be willing to explain.
"Ya plan ta jus' run 'round wid one shoe missin'n yer foot bleedin' like ya stepped on a cactus?" He shot at Lorna's haughty remark. "Ya heard de kid, we'll be dere soon!"
zykrinnox: It was certainly a good question. Running around while missing one boot probably wouldn't be the best idea, but she couldn't take the bandages off either, not with how there was already a fair amount showing through the layers. She chewed her lip while she considered her options and then shook her head.
"Can't be helped. Bandages are too thick to fit a boot around. My foot's mostly covered in any case, so let's just hope the jeep'll last us long enough to get us either to my place, somewhere we can refuel or somewhere we can scavenge for supplies." She turned her head to Rick. "Is that a problem?" Lorna didn't really want Rick dwelling on why she was putting herself through so much to get him out purely because she didn't want to explain. In fact, she was hoping it would never come up again, and even if it didn't it would be too soon. Something made her think otherwise though, and she wrenched her gaze from him and looked out the jeep, able to barely see the fence of the checkpoint and the lights from where they were.
Wait-- lights? Lorna had been under the impression they didn't keep the lights on at all times. They usually only kept them on for as long as they needed and turned them off the instant they didn't-- to preserve power. She had passed this very checkpoint less than 24 hours ago and she had only seen the lights on for long enough for the guards to check their ID's versus their faces.
"You see what I'm seeing?" Lorna asked Conrad quietly as she pulled out a glock and cocked it discreetly.
He did. Conrad was silent as they neared the checkpoint. He squinted and leaned forward to get his knife out of his boot to hold on the wheel, just in case. Something wasn't right here, but he couldn't tell what just yet. Lorna held her glock out of sight of anyone outside of the vehicle, just in case her paranoia was acting up this time, but had she seen the knife Conrad was pressing against the wheel and the way his face was distorting into a fearful expression, she might have been more convinced.
'She uses de 'sporin on me but not DAT?' He wanted to shake his head and growl, but knew that'd be too much of an outward reaction he wouldn't be willing to explain.
"Ya plan ta jus' run 'round wid one shoe missin'n yer foot bleedin' like ya stepped on a cactus?" He shot at Lorna's haughty remark. "Ya heard de kid, we'll be dere soon!"
zykrinnox: It was certainly a good question. Running around while missing one boot probably wouldn't be the best idea, but she couldn't take the bandages off either, not with how there was already a fair amount showing through the layers. She chewed her lip while she considered her options and then shook her head.
"Can't be helped. Bandages are too thick to fit a boot around. My foot's mostly covered in any case, so let's just hope the jeep'll last us long enough to get us either to my place, somewhere we can refuel or somewhere we can scavenge for supplies." She turned her head to Rick. "Is that a problem?" Lorna didn't really want Rick dwelling on why she was putting herself through so much to get him out purely because she didn't want to explain. In fact, she was hoping it would never come up again, and even if it didn't it would be too soon. Something made her think otherwise though, and she wrenched her gaze from him and looked out the jeep, able to barely see the fence of the checkpoint and the lights from where they were.
Wait-- lights? Lorna had been under the impression they didn't keep the lights on at all times. They usually only kept them on for as long as they needed and turned them off the instant they didn't-- to preserve power. She had passed this very checkpoint less than 24 hours ago and she had only seen the lights on for long enough for the guards to check their ID's versus their faces.
"You see what I'm seeing?" Lorna asked Conrad quietly as she pulled out a glock and cocked it discreetly.
He did. Conrad was silent as they neared the checkpoint. He squinted and leaned forward to get his knife out of his boot to hold on the wheel, just in case. Something wasn't right here, but he couldn't tell what just yet. Lorna held her glock out of sight of anyone outside of the vehicle, just in case her paranoia was acting up this time, but had she seen the knife Conrad was pressing against the wheel and the way his face was distorting into a fearful expression, she might have been more convinced.