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Nate grabbed the flask and took a swig. "Thanks mate," he said handing it back to the pirate. "So over there had some. Thanks I'll go check and see if there's more." Before he left he answered the Pirate's question. "Yeah think he downed a bottle on his own. I want to join him in good times, loosen up a little. Thanks again Cap'."
Nate walked toward the table the pirate pointed at and searched for a bottle. Most were empty but he managed to find two that had been knocked off. They were in the sand beside it and he picked them up, dustin them off as he did. He walked back to his friend and waved the bottle at the kid beside him. "He didn't puke on you yet did he," he asked as he handed him a bottle. "There you go, this should satisfy you." He un capped the other bottle and took a big seig, feeling the alchohol going down his throat. He smiled at the kid and extended his hand, "I'm Nate and you are?"
Anthony came up behind her and did his story. She knew that her dad was giving the guy advice to toughen up and adapt to the world the way it was now, but she could derive from his answers that he wasn't there just yet. She appreciated the sentiment of him being happy for her family's reunion but still, she knew that having faith in the world was the wrong attitude and it was likely to get you killed. Would be a shame if that happened to a nice guy like Anthony, but she wouldn't let any tears for him either, simply because you just couldn't afford it in this world.
"You're right, I do think of it as being weak and misguided." Anne-Marie answered. "Not because I want to be mean; but because I want to survive. I want my family to survive. You simply can't afford faith in humanity anymore. My family reunited wasn't the result of 'being nice' and having faith in humanity, it was perseverance and doing that which needed to be done and knowing that there's no more humanity left in this world."
Anne-Marie turned around, facing Anthony. It wasn't like her to give lectures, and she shouldn't care. Maybe the reason she was preaching to Anthony was hypocrital to the preach itself, but she just couldn't. If only to vent.
"We both had faith in humanity, and look what it got us." Anne-Marie continued. "Your faith in humanity got you shot in the gut. Mine got me in a deranged cannibal's lair. I've learned my lesson. Question is; have you?"
Anne-Marie walked toward a log that served as a bench and sat down. Even if Anthony wasn't going to answer her; she hoped she had given him enough to think about.
Post by Nickiah LeMarchal on Feb 15, 2015 17:21:52 GMT -5
Nick sure did feel bad for who ever died. He didn't know who it was but it was still sad none the less. A sigh escaped his lip as the cold caused him to tuck his hands into the large coat sleeves for warmth. Deep brown eyes watched the blue eyed man that he knew well watch a man who couldn't keep his vomit to himself. A smiled slid into his face for a short moment before he saw the bottle of alcohol. Shaking his head disaprovingly for good reason. Quickly walking over to the three men with his usual friendly attitude as he grabbed the alcohol offered to Alfred. "Alfred is his name." Glancing at Alfies hands trying to grab for the alcohol."Thanks for the drink" Keeping it out of his each almost teasingly and yet seriously not wanting him to get it. "Who is Mr. Vomit?" Intending to be joking.
"His name is Hykeem, he's one of the guards here. Though I really hope he's off duty. I don't want my life to be in his hands right now," Nate said before taking another swig. "And you are," he asked. He saw he wasn't sharing the bottle with his friend and handed his own bottle to Alfred, "drink up, it's supposed to be a celebration." He looked at Hykeem, "maybe you should sit down, take the weight of your legs." He turned back to the two boys. "So we're you with the group that arrived? I still haven't met everyone in the camp, so I may not have met you yet." Nate leaned against the nearest solid object. "If you are new, did you know the kid who died?"
Mac let the whole funeral thing happen. Yuri was a royal pain in the ass and a thorn in his side but it's not like he wanted the kid dead. Still, there was no point in lingering. Had it been up to him he would've just lit the pyre on fire and be done with it, but the others wanted something more official. After the alcohol came out it almost looked like they were making a sacrifice, and people that didn't even know Yuri joined in. All these unknown men and two pretty daughters; it put Mac on high alert. No drunk bastard was going to get fresh with Anne-Marie and Ellen on his watch.
Anne-Marie had engaged in a conversation with Anthony for the moment, and Ellen stood next to Charlie overlooking it all. Ellen's friend Randall came up to Mac and introduced himself properly. Mac figured it couldn't hurt to engage in conversation, and it had been a long time since he talked to someone that was actually older than him. He also wondered why the guy had taken such an interest in Luca, but at least the crooked cop had been taken off his hands for the moment, allowing him to focus on his family.
"Logan McAllister." Mac introduced himself. "But call me Mac, they all do."
Mac shook the elder male's hand in a firm way. Being polite never costed anything.
"Yeah, Ellen told me some." Mac continued. "Heard you've been a good friend to her. Thanks for looking after her and her friends; I know it can't have been easy. Still, I'm amazed with what you all accomplished here; I was expecting to find her in rags and totally bewildered to tell you the truth."
Mac had always known that the chances of Ellen being alive were great, but he had expected to find her in a worse state than she was in now. At least she didn't go through this whole ordeal alone.
"Also, thanks for teaching Luca some manners." Mac said. "Lord knows he needed that. He's an angry and a selfish bastard, but I have to admit he kinda grows on ya. Useful too, I can always depend on him to do what needs to be done. Don't tell him I said so though, it'll go to his head."
Ellen watched over the burning of the body of the young man that was called Yuri. It was how things got done at Bear Lake; the soil was fertile and they simply could not risk it getting contaminated by biological waste. "You die, you fry." is what people said in the camp when it came to dead bodies. No matter what religion or burial preference you had before. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; with or without biblical reference.
Her dad's group had started mingling with the camp settlers and Ellen figured it would do them some good to get to know the others. Her dad had engaged into conversation with Randall like two geezers probably talking about 'kids these days', and Anne-Marie was talking to the lawyer guy.
Some of the people from the camp in what had turn to be a funeral party, and had gotten out some of their private stash. Ellen would allow it after their rough day. Perhaps she'd even sneak a sip later on for herself. Not too much of course, she hated hangovers and the last time she got wasted she ended up in Charlie's bed with her panties off. Charlie always said it was a prank but Ellen was never too convinced of that.
She looked at Charlie who smiled back at her. There were times when she got a warm feeling when Charlie smiled at her, thinking they could possibly be more than friends, but unlike Charlie Ellen still got feelings for the opposite sex. Ellen didn't know whether or not she was bisexual or if she thought of Charlie as more than friends because they had been through so much together. She had thought of finding out at some point but now that her family was here she banned the thought from her mind. She knew her dad wasn't a bigot when it came to such things, but perhaps he'd think differently if it was his own daughter. And Anne-Marie looked up to her, what would she do if her big sister turned out to be bi? Ellen shook the thought from her mind. As pretty as Charlie might've looked in the fireglare, she couldn't allow herself to lose focus of what really mattered.
When she saw Hykeem fall to the ground drunk, Ellen walked over. If everyone was having fun, so could she. And she loved messing with around with drunks.
"Hey Hykeem... Hykeem... Hykeemy... Hykeemy Bo Beemy Banana Fana Fo Feemy!" Ellen said as she poked him non-stop. "Yo Hykeeeeeeeeeem!"
Ellen started poking Hykeem with her foot on his ass, hoping he'd tip over at some point or another.
"Hykeem! Randall told me to come get you!" Ellen said. "He wants you to accompany him. You're going buck-hunting! Get up Hykeem!"
A lie of course, but Ellen wanted to see how the drunk scavenger would react and if he would regret his decision to get drunk, only to mess with his head.
Alfred felt Nicks eyes piercing at him with a little. The young man didn't know what made him so mad at the sight of drinking but it must of been annoying. Pushing the alcohol back at Nate sense he didn't want to take the mans drink. Instead he just grabbed his companions before taking a swig of it. A little bit of laughter escaped his lips at Nate's." This is my up tight friend Nickiahahahahahaha." Taking another drink after jokingly prolonging Nick's name. Scratching his head for a moment as he tried to remember how long they had been staying at the camp. It had been a while sense it was more then just Nick to talk too. "We are kind of sort broken in. Not new.... but we have not been here for centuries or anything." Trying to lean on Nick for a bit more stability but was greeted with air as his lover dodged his elbow. The view was unpleasant but thankfully he landed close to the vomit rather then on it. His face scrunching up at the gross sight as he clumsly got himself back up with a slight grin. Kind of put off that he spill a bit of the alcohol but nothing to whine about."So... Nate how long have you been here?"
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"Sure, Mac," Randall returned the handshake, and took special care to match the firmness--doing otherwise, depending on Mac's ego, could be problematic in the future. Maybe Mac didn't care about that shit. If so, then it was no issue. Rather safe than sorry, though. Randall then offered a chuckle and humbly bowed his head as Mac thanked him. "I helped, but hell, I found this place after your daughter and some other of her friends built it up. It wasn't the most...organized...but the birth of this place was no brainchild of mine."
Randall paused for a moment, considering for himself when he first stumbled upon Bear Lake by accident. "I'd fortified my house in Denver. Was doing alright, and I assumed there'd be no walkers up here. So I drove up to enjoy the scenery for the day, and I found your daughter. For a while, I got supplies form Denver and brought them to her. Y'know...a delivery man, I guess. But I decided it was better here--with people--than alone in Denver. So I stayed. We established a little more of a...uh, government. And the rest is history."
Then Mac brought up the asshole of a cop he had with him--Luca. Randall snorted when Mac brought him up. "I believe he's useful, sure. Looks strong, and a cop's gotta be a better shot than normal college kids and lawyers, so I get it. But..." Randall trailed off, choosing his words carefully and not wanting to offend Mac. "But this is a community. I don't need to tell ya that. If he can prove to be a team player, we'll have no problem. I'm keeping an eye on him until then. He almost blew Yuri's head off in front of people today--kids, families. We can't have that. Again, I don't need to tell you that, though."
Hykeem called to Randall, and Randall looked over, perplexed. Before he knew it, the young man was stumbling towards him. God dammit, Hykeem shouldn't be drinking. Well, no one should be. But Hykeem hadn't been given permission, he wasn't part of the new arrivals. Hunting? Who the hell said anything about hunting? Before Randall could even ask Hykeem what he was talking about, Hykeem threw up right there--and a bit got on Mac's shoe.
Randall was furious. What an image for Bear Lake this was. "Are you serious?" Randall stared at Hykeem. Before the young man could respond, Randall pushed the drunken man backwards. "Get the fuck out of here. Nothin I say now is gonna stick. We're gonna have a talk tomorrow." Randall turned back to Mac and pulled out a handkerchief, bending over and wiping the man's shoes. Randall wouldn't do this for damn near anybody, but Mac was a new arrival--a competent new arrival--and Ellen's father. "Fucking idiot."
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Anne-Marie was honest, and Anthony appreciated it. She thought he was weak and misguided. Which made sense, she was Mac's daughter. Like father, like daughter. Usually, at least. Apparently the same couldn't be said for Mac's son. The girl wasn't being malevolent though--in truth, she was trying to help Anthony. As she left him, having explained the situation with the Reverend, which Anthony remembered all too well, he chose to follow her, and sat next to her. For a brief moment, he was worried about what Mac would think--but, shit, Anthony was 40 years old and certainly no pervert. Hopefully Mac knew that.
"Maybe I haven't learned my lesson," Anthony sighed as he finally sat next to Anne-Marie. He stared at the fire--it burned strongly, and Yuri's body was no longer visible. It was warm, and it was bright. It was still chilly, but not to the point of discomfort, thanks to the flames. "And I'm not sure I want to...." Anthony debated as to whether he should continue, considering this was verging on a cliche "conserve our humanity" talk. But he elected to continue.
"If we go day to day not trusting people, thinking the world's gone to shit and there's nothing to be done...then why not kill ourselves already?" Anthony looked over to the young woman, his expression serious. "Maybe before--out beyond the walls--we had to worry. We had to assume the worst. But maybe now...maybe we don't. That's why they established civilizations in the first place, right? So we could transcend our basic struggles...not worry as much about predators and basic survival." Anthony could have continued, but he didn't want to bore the girl. "But maybe you're right. Maybe I need to get with it."
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Nate took a sip of the bottle handed back to him, the liquid gulping down his throat. He watched as Hykeem was told he'd be going hunting and laughed at the thought of that. When his friend stumbled away he took another sip of the bottle. "Well nice to meet you both. I'm surprised I don't see you around here."
When Alfred toppled over near a pile of puke he laughed. "Sorry that was rude," he said offering a hand to help him up. "I've been here a few weeks. Arrived around the same time Hykeem did. What have you guys done around here? Or have you just been keeping to yourselves?"
Mia sat not far from the medical tent. She was near a fire, and watching everyone. She was thinking about all the aspirin she was going to be handing out in the morning. She chuckled softly to herself , as she crossed her legs.
She caught sight of Hykeem and a few others. The pirate was over that way, and Nate. She knew some faces, the newer people she sometimes had trouble with names and faces, but those she knew. The other male...what was his name...A...Alex...Aric...Alfred! Yea, he and the other one...they were a couple...maybe? She couldn't remember. She raised a brow, watching Nate drink and smirked, "Oh boy, straight Nate gonna take a drink?" She teased him, and chuckled softly. He had been all work since he got here.
Post by Nickiah LeMarchal on Feb 15, 2015 21:51:01 GMT -5
The darker haired man wished he didn't have to be the negative one. Thinking back on it there were plenty of times when he used to drink and all. But that had disappeared when he started to realize what happen because he let his guard down. All of it was swishing around in the blue eyed mans bottle. Laughter busted out of him at the sight of Alfred almost near vomit. A I told you so wanted to come out as well but he decided to just offer a hand to try and be more of a good boyfriend. Thankful when Alfred took both his and Nate's hand for a help up. "Before we kept to are self's... I mean that is what got us out of New York City. Alfred doesn't trust people very well I guess." Shrugging his shoulders at how opposite that seemed now with his lovers kinder and more talkative nature at the moment. "We are not that good with guns so guarding seemed stupid. Better getting and out of places and we haven't seen that opportunity."
"Seem like you're the one with the trust issues," Nate said giving a laugh and patting him on the shoulder. "New York, I've always wanted to go there, never been to a big city. Bet it was crazy there with all te people. How did you get out?" He put the bottle by his side and looked at both of them. "Maybe they could use you guys on the runs. If you're fast getting supplies could be good job. Think Randall tales care of that, I'd speak to him about it sometime."
He turned when he heard a voice call to him. He smiled at the girl who came from the nurses tent. She was the nurse right? what was her name, it was short and sweet but he couldn't remember it. "I thought I'd relax, can't be chopping wood and wall work all the time," he laughed. He was starting to feel tipsy, his mood was definetly improving. "Thought if Hykeem can relax, why can't I." He offered the bottle, "want a sip, maybe let loose a little bit. Or are you on call?"
Mia made her way over to his little group, "seems you boys are having quite the party." She grinned and held her hand up, shaking her head, "You wanna puke like him?" A brow raised and she chuckled. "I can't drink..but I'm not on call, I think Jane is taking call tonight." She grinned at him, then glanced at Alfred and Nick, "He gonna be alright?" She looked concerned, but didn't push.
Mia glanced at Nate, then the other two and raised a brow at Nate, "Umm....I think you letting loose is far more than I could handle.'
She glanced back over to the med tent. What was she supposed to say to Nate, <No...i don't drink because my dead husband was a recovering alcoholic> yea, that would sound really festive.
A smirk appear over his face."No it's true... I can be a ass with new people but what so you expect in times like this" Shrugging his shoulders as he sipped another drink of his beverage. Slightly his face turned into a frown at the question of of the Big Apple."Well the big apple now the rotten apples was not a easy escape. It took a week and even when done" Glancing over at his boyfreind and seeing the sadden face gazing off into space. "There was still family MIA" Placing a comforting arm in the darker man as he tried to stay upbeat after the quick mood change in his thought. A smile snaked on to his face as a women came towards them. Wasn't she the nurse lady or something? He question in his head."That be great of you. vacation was getting boring" He joked as his eyes went from Nate to Mia. "Yes my dear beautiful Mia I shall be fine" Smiling as the alcohok was getting to him. Taking another swig before giving Nick a pat on his back."Nick is the one not alright... Seems he dosent want a good time"
"What you mean you can't drink," Nate asked, "it's easy just like this." He took a sip and waved the bottle.
He turned to the two who came from New York. "Yeah right now the big apples isn't on my top prioritues of visiting. Before this maybe, but not now." He lowers his head when they spoke of family, "sometimes I wonder if it was better for family to be M.I.A or just gone. I when when there gone your sad, but you don't have to be up all night worrying about them. And when there M.I.A the are always in danger until they are safe. Like look at the Logan guy, reunited. He downs hae to worry if his family is alive or dead. He got off easy."
He turned back to Mia. "You don't think I can let loose. I'll show you how loose I realy am." He winked at her and took another big swig. "This stuff is good, you sure you don't want some? Whatever it's your loss." He leaned heavier on the object he was one before and smiled. "It's good to relax. In all this terrible stuff, got to appreciate the good stuff."
Anne-Marie pondered on what Anthony said for a moment. Rebuilding society the way it was, that wouldn't happen unless a cure was found to whatever had made the world the way it was. And even then, how would they recover from what people had become? It would take at least one or more generations for people to forgive, let alone forget what they had been done in this short time. Anne-Marie knew it wouldn't be for her lifetime, even if she lived to see a cure for this.
"I am right." Anne-Marie said confidently. "Our main goal should be survival, and nothing more. Maybe we live to see a cure for this thing, maybe we don't. And even if someone somewhere finds a cure for this thing; it's gonna take at least two or more generations to get this country back into order, and that's assuming people are willing to cooperate with one another. Maybe one or two generations more to recover from all the fucked up shit people have done to eachother."
Someone offered Anne-Marie a bottle of booze, but she waved it off. Not because of some pre-apocalyptic rule that said minors couldn't drink, but in order not to lose her edge. Part of her wanted a taste, but the greater part of her knew she couldn't afford it. She watched the situation with Hykeem play out and knew that he would be worthless in a fight should one erupt right now. Danger was everywhere and came when you least expected it. Hykeem would die if the camp was attacked right now. And he'd probably get others killed as well. She had a feeling her dad wasn't going to take kindly to him barfing on his boots.
"Heh." Anne-Marie said. "See that? That guy's probably twice my age and he's acting the way someone my age would act. But here we are. Wouldn't be surprised if he'd buy the farm anytime soon."