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Mia gasped as he winced in pain. "I am sorry!" she struggled to get out of his lap, and was just sorta squirming, 'I..help me up!" she laughed and then his hand slipped between his legs. Oh god, she had really hurt him. "Ice...uh...yea...we got...well...it's snow" she snorted and covered her mouth. She took a few breaths, "Alright...alright...I can do this." She planted her feet, and pushed off him, hands on one of his knees and his shoulder. She felt bad , but couldn't help giggling. "Here....come on...but" she was bent over and placing a finger to her lips, or trying to, 'shhhh, we gotta be quiet...Jane is working..." she made a face, and then started to head to the med tent. No way in hell she was walking a straight line.
"It's really oaky," Nate said through gritted teeth. "Just lets get some ice." He saw her struggling and trie to balance her by grabbing onto her thigh. "Easynow," he said blinking a few heavy blinks. He giggle when she pushed off and stood up after her. The room spun and he almost toppled backwards. When she began to walk he followed. "Got it super sneaky," he said in a semihushed tone. Even sober Nate wasn't sneaky, with the alchohol, might as well be a gorilla in an air vent. He followed stumbling with each step. "Shh sneaky," he said as they reached they tent.
Mia laughed and stopped right before the tent,"you so loud....quiet" she grinned kinda goofily at him then slipped inside.
Mia knew where the cooler was. She was the one who sent it out each morning for fresh snow. She opened it and almost knocked it off the table,"shiiit." She said hushed. The snow was almost melted completely but it was cold. She grinned at him,"umm,not ice now,but cold,you could soak it." She turned and wobbled and got a few pieces of guaze and wet them with the water in the cooler,handing them to him dripping,"here."
"sorry," Nate said as she commented on how loud he was. He smiled at her and held his finger to his lip. He then slipped in after her, following her to the ice.
As he walked he stumbled a bit, why was the room moving so fast. He held onto the table to steady himself. "It might work," he said as he leaned on the table. He began to apply it to the affected area, soaking his pants. The table gave way underneath him, causing it to collapse. He pulled Mia down with him as he fell, trying to use her to steady himself. He hit the groud with the table, the cooler of water falling ontop of them. He groaned as he looked at her, soaking wet in the cold water.
Mia cried out as the cold water soaked her. Damnit. She pushed up and stared at his face, "Are you...alright?" She was laying on top of him and started laughing, "Well...Nate if you wanted to get me wet, there are easier ways." She shook her head and shifted a bit, to get her bearings. She crawled away from him a bit on her hands and knees. She didn't trust trying to stand up just yet. "Damnit....what the hell did you give me to drink?" She found the chair and rested her arms on the seat and laid her head on them.
A sound came from the far back of the tent, and Jane walked in, "What the hell is going on?!" she took a sweeping look and then glared at Mia, 'Nurse Shaw....what the hell are you doing in here...you are off duty." She locked eyes on Nate, 'and you...are..you drunk?" She shook head and threw her hands up, 'I would have thought you knew better, Mia!" she clicked a light on and crossed her arms, 'Clean this up and go sleep it off, both of you." She clicked the light again and then disappeared through the rear flap she had come in through.
Damon Morris
Amateur Walker Slayer Who Needs To Dial It Down A Bit
This is my own Private Domicile and I will not be Walker bait... Bitch.
Post by Damon Morris on Feb 18, 2015 21:03:39 GMT -5
Damon was riding his mountain bike to the point of exhaustion now. It may have been nearly two years since the start of this mess and he was in the best physical condition of his life but after nearly ten miles on a long road since a sign saying beaver meadows he had been cycling for nearly five days now since his last shelter was attacked by walkers. He stopped for a moment as the batteries on his MP3 player died and swapped in some new ones. He was down to his last few batteries which was a shame. Music was one of the few luxuries he had left thanks to his old player he had in his college accommodation.
Getting off his bike he took out a pump and added some air to the front tire before reaching for his back pack. Damon sipped from his water which was running low, splashing against his dry lips quenching his thirst. He looked around him at the trees and down the road observing he could see no walkers in sight. His eyes widened and he swallowed the last of his water as his MP3 finally started up with the old AA batteries sparking to life. He placed his water bottle back in his backpack and zipped up before starting again. Humming as he cycled he hoped he could find an old cabin or some sort of shelter soon.
He finally came to what appeared to be a lake and circled on a road hoping he could possibly find a tourist center near by. The wind rushed through his hair as a fly bounced off his shades going quickly down the road and around a bend he thought he saw a building up ahead and began to apply the breaks. He didn't want to be caught in a trap, not like Vegas a few months ago.
Nate just burst out laughing once the doctor left. "Wonder what's gotten to her," he asked trying to stand. "I can barely move. I just want to sleep," he complained. He sat up and shook his wet hair. "The fire seems nice right now." He looked a her, "sorry I made you wet. Guess it's just my natural charm." He was unaware of what he was saying, the alchohol pretty much taking over. "Good news is it doesn't hurt anymore. Guess pain other places takes away from that." He tryed to stand but had nothing to brace himself on. "I don't even know what we drank. Found it on a table. The pirate pointed it out." He rolled onto his side and pushed himself up. "Well we better this cleaned up," he laughed, "she disn't see happy with us in here."
Mia was trying not to laugh at him. He remind her of a turtle. She put her head back down on her arms, and slowly got up to her feet, "Yea...alright, we gotta pick this table up." She was glad it was a folding table and he had just caused it to colapse. "Alright, we gotta get the legs up and slide the locks." She was swaying, "wait..you don't know what you gave me, fuck, " she sighed, and ran a hand through her wet hair, "Yea...go back and get dry then find some place to snuggle up and go to sleep."
It took them a few tries, but they finally got it. Mia kept cursing that her fingers didn't wanna work, as they headed out of the tent. She was definitely gonna feel this in the morning. "Soooo...you going to bed?" She grinned at him, and then ran a hand over her face. Damn...she shouldn't have drank, it made her realize all the things she had been missing. She scanned Nate, 'You;re still wet." She reached up and ran a hand through his hair, 'You better go get warm, or I will be taking care of you."
Nate stood beside her. "Snuggling up sounds like a good plan," he said laughing. "But i want to be warm first." He helped her set up the table. "Gor its, legs down and locked." He struggled to pull the legs down his fingers slipping as he did. Once they were down he quickly locked it and helped her put it up. "It was what everyone was drinking. From the big table offering it. Or more behind the table. But that didn't matter. It wa good going down."
He followed her out. "Not sleeping yet. Think the parties still going. I don't want to be an old person and sleep early." He laughed when she touched his hair. "I'm fine the fire will dry," he said, "hopefully. Come get warm with me. You need the fire too."
Mia glanced around , "Yea...old like me." She laughed and started towards the fire. She was starting to shiver from being damp and the cold. She glanced back at him, "You think we should get on dry clothes then get warm?" she swayed and grabbed his arm to steady herself. "I...don't want everyone to see me like dis...bad nough I got dis way." she shook her head, and held there for a moment, 'maybe we can sneak over and stay near the edge, away from the large group" she was staring at the people around the fire, "New doc was over der earlier...he is some foreignor and I know he gonna give me hard time bout this." She starte to walk again, and it was not pretty. More like an arc towards the fire than a straight line.
"You're not old," Nate said laughing. "Or at least don't look it." When she stared to shiver he frowned. "Yeah let's get changed into some dry clothes. Do you have an extra pair," he asked. He didn't know if in all this if she had a dry pair. "I'll help you. We both don't seen to coordinated right now." He smiled as she grabbed his arm. "I wouldn't want them seeing me like that either. At least I dot have to be professional to the peole I work for." He started to steer them towards the living tents. "Where's your tent. You should get changed."
Ellen finally gave up trying to get Hykeem back to consciousness. Since she already felt his pulse before, she felt no need to do the same again. She put him in a safety position before chuckling one last time, completely oblivious that he was trying to prank her as well.
"Man... is he going to be sore in the morning." Ellen said. "But that will be the least of his worries considering the hangover he's gonna get!"
Shaking her head, she walked out of the pen and towards Andrei, her dad's medic. The smoke he was exhaling smelled somewhat sour, and Ellen knew immediately what it was. She didn't jump to conclusions however, maybe he was medicating himself for some ache. And if he wasn't, there was probably no harm in him doing it either.
"Evening." Ellen said to Andrei. "So I got this world-class dumbass you should probably have a look at, but it can wait. How do you like the camp so far? Landry given you any trouble?"
Damon Morris
Amateur Walker Slayer Who Needs To Dial It Down A Bit
This is my own Private Domicile and I will not be Walker bait... Bitch.
Post by Damon Morris on Feb 19, 2015 9:35:11 GMT -5
Damon saw a settlement. It looked like a load of logs with watchtowers of a sort. Stopping he took advantage of his bikes quietness and edged to the side of the road and began to look at the camp. He took the bike lock off his bike and found a tree near by locking the bike and grabbing some old branches and hiding it. He then as he headed through the trees made a few slashes with his knife to leave a trail to his bike that he could follow.
Damon then saw the entrance to the camp and looked up to see the guards waiting for one to look away he scurried across the road hiding against the door keeping low and still he tried to find a view inside the camp. He threw a rock against a tree the other side of the street to create a distraction and jumped at the wall using his knife as a handle to hold himself up and look inside.
Mac had excused himself from Randall's side in order to do a quick runaround of the camp while his two daughters were socializing. He figured they had earned a break, especially Anne-Marie who for once could go one night without having to worry about getting eaten. From what Mac had heard, the worst threat here were other humans instead of walkers. But humans could be killed easier than walkers.
When he saw something go down at the entrance, Mac went over figuring he could lend a hand to Ellen's guards and see what the fuss was all about. As the guards were looking out in the darkness with a searchlight, Mac heard the thump of what sounded like something sharp being edged into wood. He ran over to where it came from and as he did, an unknown possible intruder stuck his head out for a better look.
Mac got his silenced M1911 MEU out of his leg holster and aimed it at the intruders, along with his flashlight. Ellen's guards were young and inexperienced, so someone being able to scale the walls came as no surprise to him, especially since it was designed in the first place to keep walkers out instead of humans. They really needed to put barbed-wire atop of them.
"Evening!" Mac said, gun and flashlight drawn. "Have you considered knocking? Scaling a wall is such a bad way to make a first impression!"
Damon Morris
Amateur Walker Slayer Who Needs To Dial It Down A Bit
This is my own Private Domicile and I will not be Walker bait... Bitch.
Post by Damon Morris on Feb 19, 2015 10:47:25 GMT -5
Damon was shocked as a flashlight came near moving his head down sharply and against the wood "Shit" He thought whether to drop and run for the trees. The guards were obviously poor scouts and possibly bad shots. He was still gripping the knife and replied in his British accent half amused "Knocking? That would be moronic. If you haven't noticed we have had some kind of apocalypse. And when the world goes up shits creek PEOPLE become batshit crazy" He was half looking up at the towers hoping they were still looking outside and not down. One itchy trigger finger and he was going to be in a sticky situation.
Mac chuckled. The intruder was a smartass. Ellen was going to love this guy. For his sake, he'd better be one of the good guys. Hopefully Remy, Andrei or Anthony wouldn't recognize this guy as one of Adolphus' guys. Today had already been such a lively day and these settlers finding out that his group had brought hell upon them would just be putting a cherry on top of the cake.
He decided to do things his way. The arrival of this newcomer was not something that everyone needed to know, especially in case he was one of the bad guys. He decided to keep this guy's arrival on the down-low. No one needed to know that some of his daughter's guards were blind idiots.
"Oh smartass huh?" Mac answered. "Get your ass up here now!"
Mac put away his flashlight and grabbed the intruder with one hand while keeping aim on him with the other, pulling him up over the wall. It caught one of the guard's attention.
"Hey, what's going on there?" The guard asked. "You're, you're Ellen's dad aren't you?" "Yeah, no worries." Mac answered. "Just one of mine who can't hold his liquor. Thought it was an intruder!"
The guard nodded and waved and then was off again. Mac decided to take the intruder to the Council tent.
"You, move." Mac said, keeping his handgun trained on the man. "Big tent in front of you, march."
Damon Morris
Amateur Walker Slayer Who Needs To Dial It Down A Bit
This is my own Private Domicile and I will not be Walker bait... Bitch.
Post by Damon Morris on Feb 19, 2015 11:30:05 GMT -5
Damon headed to the tent, as he had been yanked over the wall he concealed his knife in his hoodies sleeve keeping a hand on the handle he complied heading into the tent he surveyed the scene around him and stood silently inside the tent.
Once Ellen lifted Hykeem up he knew he had been discovered. He listened carefully for the sound of Ellen leaving before standing.
"Fuck"
Hykeem's head had began hurting and the pain was killing him. He stood holding his head and began walking towards the med tent.
When he reached it the tent was empty so Hykeem decided to go to bed. He walked toward his tent bumping into other survivors on the way. He entered the tent walking toward his bed before lying down and drifting to sleep.
*Sleeps*
HYKEEM HAS LEFT THIS THREAD
Last Edit: Feb 24, 2015 10:54:34 GMT -5 by Deleted
Mia stopped short and looked around. Her tent? She then stared at Nate, 'I am older than you think, I bet, definitely older than you are, kiddo." She grinned at him, then it clicked in , "There...that one...they put me close to the med tent for work....share it with a bunch of goons though." She shook her head and started stumbling towards it. She paused at the flap, 'Woah....there buddy....I am a big girl, I can dress myself." She wobbled a bit as she stood there looking at him, 'You probably just wanna see me in my skivvies, perv." She laughed and shook her head, then started to head inside, only to catch her foot on the material of the flap and go down on her knees, 'Shit!' she started laughing again.
Nate went to catch her as she fell. "Really now, looks like you might need a little help," he said smilig at her. "I'd be more than willing to help." He admitted that he may have been trying to see that, but it was most likely just the alchohol guiding him at this moment. "I'm sure every guy wats to see you in your skivvies. I mean with that body who wouldn't," he laughed. He crouched down to help her up but ended up knocking into her and falling to the ground. He began to laugh as she had, laying on his back making no effort to get up. "You can't be that much older than me? I mean you defiently don't look it," he said staring at her.
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
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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.
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