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Post by Damon Morris on Feb 23, 2015 13:43:01 GMT -5
Damon looked at the girl who was about to make a move towards him and held his stare as the girl talked. He never blinked and kept looking. A part of him wished the woman had come through. She was a typical example of the rudeness the world had erupted to. He pulled out his lighter "If your serious about that, can I ask one favor right now... Just as a gesture of goodwill to this SMARTASS who you pretty much yanked over the wall. Being as for now at least I am essentially a prisoner here... can I have a smoke?" Damon was dying for a cigarette and flicked his lighter on.
Mac let Ellen do her thing. He didn't want her guards to start thinking that he was taking over. He was just fine with advising his daughter from the sideline. These people trusted Ellen, and letting her do anything different might compromise that. She did a good job after all.
But he'd keep an eye on this guy nonetheless. His daughter was the civilized voice of reason and he, like before the outbreak, would work from the shadows and do the necessary things that couldn't be shown doing. It was unlikely that this guy worked with the same people Carter had worked with, and that whoever was after them would send another person in right after one got out. Although maybe it being so unlikely meant that it had a chance of success.
When Damon asked for a cigarette, Mac shook his head. The guy intrudes, is lucky enough he got to roam freely around the camp and still had the guts to pretend they were all there to serve his needs? Not on his watch.
"Don't push it kid." Mac said. "She's showing you leniency. Some of them don't share that sentiment as you may have seen. Right now you're lucky you're not tied up and in a cage somewhere. If you wanna keep it that way, I suggest you start behaving."
Ellen let her father chime in his two cents about Damon's cavalier attitude, and couldn't help but agree. She was taking a great risk in showing him trust and knew she'd be the one punished if he'd turn out to be some kind of infiltrator. Still, they didn't have the necessary facilities to house prisoners and they needed all the help they could get so locking Damon up wasn't an option. It was also a part of her humanity she still wasn't willing to give up. Deep within she hoped that if Damon needed to be dealt with harshly, her dad would do it for her.
When Damon asked for a cigarette Ellen didn't take it the way her father did. Cigarettes were unnecessary for survival and definitely not among the top needs. There were those within the camp who would scavenge for tobacco if given the opportunity but Ellen wasn't one of them. Her physique was important in keeping her alive in these times and she wouldn't ruin it for no amount of guilty pleasures.
Ellen looked around the room if anyone wanted to oblige in the man's request. It appeared as if no one did. "Sorry, can't help you there." Ellen said. "We'll put you to work first thing in the morning. Like I mentioned before, people here work to earn their keep. Any useful skills or education we should know about?"
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 23, 2015 15:37:56 GMT -5
Damon shrugged his head and looked up in despair "Well I'm educated. I was completing a masters in History when this all hit. Bar that i'm pretty decent at everything survival wise... I just cant cook" He then placed the lighter back in his pocket. He then looked down at his backpack "So what now?"
Ellen wondered on what work to give Damon. There wasn't much use for someone with his kind of education, and she wouldn't risk giving him a job in which he was able to sabotage the camp, if he turned out to be an infiltrator. But she could figure that out in the morning.
When he asked on what they were going to do next Ellen chuckled.
"We survive, what else?" Ellen answered, and then she left for her own tent. This day had been exhausting enough, and it was time for her to get some rest.
Ellen has left this thread.
Last Edit: Feb 24, 2015 8:16:51 GMT -5 by Deleted
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 24, 2015 15:49:05 GMT -5
Damon grabbed his back pack and decided to step outside and look around, he knew someone was watching him but he wanted to see what they had. He wanted to see the lay out of the area. He eventually sat down and started to flick his lighter on and off looking at the flames and feeling the heat on his hand. He then searched his bag to see what he had with him currently. His book, his diary, spare clothing and more. He decided against reading right now and instead just sat patiently.
He didn't know if there was room in a tent or not. The air felt relaxing currently. He took his notebook out and began to look over an essay he was writing on the day the apocalypse hit. Perfecting it at all times. If it was the last essay he would ever write, a reminder of what life used to be about. What was once a chore had become a hobby. In terms of survival what he had learned as a scout used to be a hobby, but was now a necessity.
He found one last cigarette in his bag and took it out. Lighting it he sat there looking between his notepad and the sky. At least he was relaxed currently. He had no responsibility to watch the outer walls of the camp... but at the same time, that was what bothered him.
Last Edit: Feb 24, 2015 15:49:22 GMT -5 by Damon Morris
Anne-Marie's words stung, but she was probably right. Clem and Dakota...they were probably dead. Same for Tala and Mark. Just more people that have come and gone. Anthony couldn't afford to think about that anymore. They were here, now. They'd made it. "I did as your father asked. It wasn't easy, but I didn't know Wilkson that well...I figured I needed to be a team player there," Anthony admitted. He still felt guilty for what he'd done to Wilkson, but at least Vivian gave him some supplies, and Luca seemed to have forgotten and not told Mac. Or maybe he, sometimes, had something resembling a conscience. Nah, he probably just forgot.
Anthony saw some commotion as Mac left Randall and moved into the tent with a new guy, along with Ellen. Anthony was surprised Randall didn't go too, but maybe that wasn't his job. Randall didn't seem like the type to go above and beyond. The fire from Yuri's pyre was probably drawing attention from survivors in the area.
He turned his attention back to Anne-Marie. "Thanks for the tips. Really. Your family--your sister and father at least--seems like good people. I'm glad we found this place together."
Last Edit: Feb 24, 2015 17:08:04 GMT -5 by Deleted
Anne-Marie hadn't seen both her dad and her sister in a while, so when she saw Ellen get out of the Council tent she figured it was time to go as well. She had a feeling she had gotten through to Anthony and it somehow made her feel better about herself as well. She stood up giving Anthony a friendly tap on the shoulder.
"Don't mention it." Anne-Marie said. "I'm glad you made it this far too. I'm gonna get some sleep, catch you in the morning."
Giving a careful smile, Anne-Marie took off toward Ellen to join her sister for a good night's rest.
Other then the prank that Ellen had pulled on the lubber it had been a fairly uneventful night for the pirate. A couple people had talked to him and he had been polite but all in all it had been a slow night and Veran was thankful for that. He was exhausted from so long out on the run, with new challenges to face daily and more then enough reasons to fear for his life.
As he walked back to his tent there was a slight stagger to his step but anyone watching would likely just think that it was part of his act since he had become pretty adept at masking a stagger as a pirates swagger. If you asked him he would say that he made the drunken walk an art form.
A fair number of people were already asleep when he stumbled into the tent and crawled into his rack. He didn't bother undressing, simply pulled his purple coat off and laid under it. The thing was warmer then the blankets that they had here and in his mind one hell of a lot more comfortable.
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