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Post by Stephanie Harrington on Apr 24, 2016 0:37:17 GMT -5
(OOC: This thread begins on the same day just prior to the events of "Nassau County Blues") Walking towards the Main Gate, Stephanie hoped that she could say farewell to the rest of her group one more time; though it'd been hard for her to announce her intent to stay at Rikers' Island, she'd held firm to her decision afterward with the same steel she'd exhibited back on the streets of Baltimore. She thought about the friendships she'd made - with Michael, with Roman, with Albert and Kevin and Vince, with the mute girl Michelle - and with Tory, who she first ran into in the Big Apple all those months ago...and she knew it would break her heart to see them leave.
As she got nearer, she could see the apple-red firetruck they'd all ridden in as one those long months ago; it pleased her heart to see that the folks over in Maintenance had cleaned it, patched up all of the bullet holes and gave it a wax-job that would've done the firefighters who had originally been assigned that firetruck proud. "Hey!" she yelled, now having taken off at a dead sprint towards it, "Hey, guys, wait up a second!", stopping a moment or two to re-sling her shotgun over her shoulder as she approached them hoping to say one last bit of farewells and goodbyes to the people she knew before they left for parts unknown...
Post by Roman Hughes on Apr 28, 2016 7:47:38 GMT -5
Roman was behind the wheel of Big Red, would be fitting to drive it out since he drove here. He whistled seeing the new pain job looking shiny and fresh like the world wasn't in total devastation and this was just a normal firetruck. He got in, made sure his bad leg didn't bang anything and say in the driver seat. His hands felt heavy though taking the wheel and starting the engine, like something was missing. Oh right....he tried not thinking about it and just getting these guys out of here, maybe it would make them feel better with a change of new scenery.
But as they were pulling out he heard a voice that made him pull the truck in a hard stop. He peered his head out of the window and smiled at just who happened to see them off. He patted the side of the door to get everyone else to look over too and waved her over.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Apr 28, 2016 12:39:05 GMT -5
Stephanie smiled as she got closer to the firetruck; seeing Roman at the wheel, she knew they wouldn't have to worry about entertainment on the outside, what with the One-Man Comedy Band at the wheel. "Roman," she said as she got to the door, smiling as she saw the others inside - Michael, Albert and Tory....then she started thinking of everyone who'd arrived and thought to herself, Someone's missing here. "Roman," she asked, realizing just who was missing, "where's Kevin? I thought he came in with the rest of us," a note of concern on her face as she asked.
Post by Roman Hughes on Apr 30, 2016 18:07:33 GMT -5
"Heyya Steph, wanted to see us pop a wheelie on Big Red before we set out?" He wasn't serious about that...until he stared thinking was that possible on something this big...or would this end with a busted firetruck and an angry group of people for his stunt. When she mentioned Kevin his smile shortened but he still tried to keep it like a strong soldier. "Well uh, he and Vince decided to go on a little honeymoon, you know a trip through the Rotten Apple is quite the romantic this time of year." He opened the front door and slowly getting himself down to stand infront of Steph leaning against Big Red, "If you changed your mind we still got an extra set for ya,"
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Apr 30, 2016 23:48:34 GMT -5
"Well, I did tell the wrenches over in Maintenance to take the restrictors off," Stephanie joked, "so you might be able to do just that, Roman," laughing at the thought of Roman putting the firetruck into a wheelie as they left...and knowing Roman, he'd do it anyway, she mused.
Then Roman mentioned that Kevin and Vince had already left the island...and Stephanie's laughter stopped cold, though it came back a little bit when he added, "you know a trip through the Rotten Apple is quite the romantic this time of year."
Stephanie chuckled at Roman's comment, thinking only he could get you to laugh about anything. "I'm sure it is, Roman; tell you what: when this is all over and the walkers are gone, we're all going clubbing down Christopher Street and hit every bar there is...," adding deadpan, "and yes, that includes you, Michael," smiling at him. Then Roman stepped out of the firetruck and invited Stephanie to join them, asking if she'd changed her mind about staying.
Looking around, it didn't take her a moment to stand firm on her earlier decision to stay at Rikers Island. "Roman, I...my mind is made up on this one," she said firmly. After a moment, she reached inside her jean jacket and pulled out a short, folded piece of paper. Handing it to Roman, she said in a quiet voice, "I wrote it last night," leaning forward and adding in a whisper," the letter's for Tory to read later on, but she's not to read it until you guys well out of the Big Apple, alright?" It grieved Stephanie to have to say goodbye to them but as she said to them earlier on, there were some stands that needed to be made and she was making hers.
If you're reading this, then I'm assuming that you and the others have made it out of New York City...I could spend a few hours trying to explain all the things going through my mind as I write this, but I wouldn't know where to start.
...
Wait: I know where to start! Tory, remember when we were in Manhattan and I told you that you were a survivor? Well, I meant every word I said there; every day you're alive, you're not only surviving but living. Every day you're alive is another day you can shake your fist at the world - or at Roman, come to think of it! - and say, "Not today, world!" Every day you're alive, you are doing your parents proud.....imagine what they're thinking in the next life, watching their beautiful little girl make it day after day after day... If you do nothing else, keep them - and all the good memories - close to your heart; I never got to know my parents, Tory, when I was growing up, so I can only imagine all the times you had with yours'. Just keep them close to you...and keep surviving, girl!
And don't forget to look me up either someday, Tory! Whether here in the Big Apple or down back in Bawlmer, look me up sometime....who knows? Maybe someday when there's some semblance of civilization back, we'll have a few drinks and talk about Past Times.
Anyway, I think I'm about out of words - maybe I shoulda' worked harder in high school growing up! But...you just remember what I said about surviving, Tory; if I find out anything bad has happened to you, we will have a few words about it in the next life, okay girl?
Post by Roman Hughes on May 1, 2016 21:42:33 GMT -5
He had to try atleast once, it wasn't everyday they meet someone who held them together like her and Michael did. He was sure gonna miss her but he was soldier and was gonna keep a touch face, smiling at least with the thought of seeing her again. He put the letter in his jacket pocket and nodded. "Don't worry I'll make sure to give it to her." Shr wasn't gonna leave them without him giving a squeezing hug even picking her up at setting her back down. "Sounds perfect to me, maybe I'll get this boot off and show everyone my sweet dance moves." He even tried a little shuffle to get a smile out of her and anyone else watching. He did give a sigh though, "Losing a good audience member like yourself is gonna be hard but, I think we'll manage to keep ourselves together. But if you ever change your mind, our door is always open." He started to get back up in the driver's seat before turning back and grinning, "Hopefully Roman Radio will be streaming live globally walker free, hope you'll be ready to tune it too gonna be the first shoutout I make ya hear?"
Post by Stephanie Harrington on May 2, 2016 0:51:38 GMT -5
As Roman picked her up, giving her a bear hug that seemed to last forever, Stephanie held on, hugging Roman as long as possible; when he set her back down on the ground, she quipped, "Like I said, Roman," showing off a quick dance move or two, "when all this is over, I'm taking all of you down to Christopher Street and we'll hit every club there. Who knows; we might find you someone, Roman...and you, Michael," reaching in to give the older man a friendly slug to the shoulder, "and you as well, Tory," reaching over to give her friendly pat on the shoulder.
Catching sight of the growing traffic jam - to Stephanie's eye, there was a convoy coming to a stop behind them...a Scout convoy by the looks of it, she thought - she knew time coming up short. "I think we're holding up traffic here, Roman," Stephanie said, giving Roman one last hug, not worrying if anyone saw her cry; after all, these were friends and as much as she wanted to go with them, she knew what road she had to take and she couldn't turn back, even if she wanted to. "I'm gonna' miss you guys so much," she quietly said to him, giving him a friendly peck on the cheek just before Roman climbed back into the truck...
He started to get back up in the driver's seat before turning back and grinning, "Hopefully Roman Radio will be streaming live globally walker free, hope you'll be ready to tune it too gonna be the first shoutout I make ya hear?"
"You know it," Stephanie said with a smile as she nodded to the guards to open the Main Gate; as it began creaking open, she hopped back up on the running board and added, "Anything by DMX or Eric B. and Rakim, you feel me, Roman? None of that modern stuff, ya' hear?" winking at him as she hopped off the running board one last time and took a few steps back so that the firetruck - and her fellow survivors from Manhattan - could head out off the Island....
Post by Michael Guarnere on Jun 13, 2016 18:44:13 GMT -5
Michael was stood ready and waiting to go. He had a smoke lit and was starting to lean on the wall. His gaze set on the distance. He could feel a need for freedom. He wanted out of this place. He wanted to find family. He wanted to keep people the group safe. As his smoke came to an end he flicked it to the floor and walked towards wherever they were saying goodbye. He had already had one with Kevin and by staying Stephanie seemed to be the one who was leaving them. He looked to the sky and sighed.
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5