Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2016 17:59:57 GMT -5
The Mexicans seemed to just move along, keep heading away. They spoke their peace, headed toward the farm house. Arden didn't want to turn away a kid. Despite his appearance, he wasn't a monster. She was a god dam kid, they just didn't have the room. It had only been a day since the biker attack. They needed to regroup before accepting more people. They didn't even have enough room for the people here, let alone more.
His eyes set on Nicole as she pleaded and bagged. He heard her emphasize words, choices, us, them. He didn't like it. Who was she? Jace spoke his part, about making the call, Arden running off. He understood, wasn't mad, not yet. Jace trusted a complete stranger, but why was she running off? Where was she going.
When everyone said their piece, except Charles who was seeming unusually quiet about it all, all eyes turned to him. He looked at them all, for once it was his call, and his call alone. He felt guilt for sending the other two away, they just didn't have the room. His eyes set on Nicole, what was he motive in all this? What did she gain?
She was military, had gear. Stayed the night before but ran off, what did she gain in all this? Why leave if you wanted to stay. She wasn't hunting, she was leaving, if she meant to come back she would have told someone she left, Incass shit went south. Yet she left alone, why come back.
"Nicole was it? You can stay, snuggled up with Jace on his cot, or sleep in the tub. We just don't have anymore beds," he looked at her, glaring deep into her eyes. "I just need to know. Why did you leave? Where were you headed? Why come back, bring them back here if you wanted to leave. Don't give me no bullshit that you were gonna come back anyway. You were leaving, I know it, would have told someone otherwise. Ain't mad you left and came back, I just want to know why you thought it was okay to bring people with you. This ain't a bed and breakfast, ain't offering hand outs."
He looked at Charles, and Amarie. "No there was talks of the junkyard? I think we should leave." He walked over to the truck. "Charles I assume you and your old man are coming? What about you Jace, you rode in on a bike, but ain't a biker. You coming too." He looked at the others. "Damon, tell Remy she's in charge till I get back. They need anything they ask her, listen to her. She's the only one I trust here. Ernie, you watch our new friend. Make sure she don't get into any trouble here."
He opened the truck door. "Let's hesd out, we're burning daylight." He assumed Jace and Amarie would ride in the truck, the other two on the bikes that was salvaged. If Jace wanted to ride a bike he could, last he counted there was two.
Climbing in the truck he shut the door. Starting it up. He was ready to leave.
His eyes set on Nicole as she pleaded and bagged. He heard her emphasize words, choices, us, them. He didn't like it. Who was she? Jace spoke his part, about making the call, Arden running off. He understood, wasn't mad, not yet. Jace trusted a complete stranger, but why was she running off? Where was she going.
When everyone said their piece, except Charles who was seeming unusually quiet about it all, all eyes turned to him. He looked at them all, for once it was his call, and his call alone. He felt guilt for sending the other two away, they just didn't have the room. His eyes set on Nicole, what was he motive in all this? What did she gain?
She was military, had gear. Stayed the night before but ran off, what did she gain in all this? Why leave if you wanted to stay. She wasn't hunting, she was leaving, if she meant to come back she would have told someone she left, Incass shit went south. Yet she left alone, why come back.
"Nicole was it? You can stay, snuggled up with Jace on his cot, or sleep in the tub. We just don't have anymore beds," he looked at her, glaring deep into her eyes. "I just need to know. Why did you leave? Where were you headed? Why come back, bring them back here if you wanted to leave. Don't give me no bullshit that you were gonna come back anyway. You were leaving, I know it, would have told someone otherwise. Ain't mad you left and came back, I just want to know why you thought it was okay to bring people with you. This ain't a bed and breakfast, ain't offering hand outs."
He looked at Charles, and Amarie. "No there was talks of the junkyard? I think we should leave." He walked over to the truck. "Charles I assume you and your old man are coming? What about you Jace, you rode in on a bike, but ain't a biker. You coming too." He looked at the others. "Damon, tell Remy she's in charge till I get back. They need anything they ask her, listen to her. She's the only one I trust here. Ernie, you watch our new friend. Make sure she don't get into any trouble here."
He opened the truck door. "Let's hesd out, we're burning daylight." He assumed Jace and Amarie would ride in the truck, the other two on the bikes that was salvaged. If Jace wanted to ride a bike he could, last he counted there was two.
Climbing in the truck he shut the door. Starting it up. He was ready to leave.