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"No, you weren't bit," Daniel quipped, laughing an almost Bronx-happy laugh at the man's question, a way of trying to ease any fears without having to say anything. Smiling even more when the man reached over and grabbed hold of what looked to be his saxophone, it made him smile just a little more. Before they took him over to a triage area Daniel had had set up back when they first starting combing through Yankee Stadium, the man whose name Daniel still didn't know asked him where he was at; with a little bit of Bronx pride he said, "You're at Yankee Stadium, sir...the House that Ruth Built," giving the man a comforting pat on the shoulder before getting up to allow the medic a chance to check on the man.
Beckett waited until he was unhooked from the stretcher and he reached down and grabbed his saxophone. He pulled it closer to him as if it were a security blanket. He looked over to the man who proclaimed they were at Yankee Stadium. He smiled nervously. He was about to ask him if he had any food, but decided he didn't want to seem ungreatful. The only thing he had eaten in the last 3 days was a can of expired tomato sauce. Not exactly filling. Beckett was still looking at the man who had brought him in.
Beckett: "My name is Beckett, most people just call me Sax..... I....i.. don't suppose you have any food do you?"
So much for manners. But who has time for manners when your starving. Beckett asked his question fully expecting to be shot down, but you never know. People's kindness can surprise you sometimes. It was because of people's kindness that he made it this long at all. Before the outbreak Beckett was homeless. He played his saxophone on the street hoping passersby would drop him a bit of change. Most of Beckett's life has been spent at the mercy of others 'kindness.' Beckett bit his lips and pulled his sax into his lap so it was laying on it's side.
Beckett: "I'll pay you in a song..... "
Beckett's sax playing was incredible. He could have been a world famous musican if he he wasn't in a commited relationship with a bottle of booze. Beckett lifted the sax and began to play soft jazz. It was a song he had made up and the melody was hauntingly beautiful. It may not be the most important thing in the world today, but people still want to be entertained. People want their lives to have good memories, they look back on fondly; if not why the hell would they even fight so hard to survive? Beckett had his eyes closed while he played aware that he probably looked crazy, but his music was the only thing he had of value to him that he could trade and he was desperatly starving. When he finished he set the sax down and looked at the faces around the room.
Beckett: "The world still needs music. Music reminds us of the emotions that makes us human...... We have to remember we're still human and not just animals fighting to survive..... don't ya think?"
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Beckett: "The world still needs music. Music reminds us of the emotions that makes us human...... We have to remember we're still human and not just animals fighting to survive..... don't ya think?"
"Yeah, that's right," Daniel said, "that's right." Not wanting to interrupt Beckett while he was playing his saxophone in a manner that would've made the great sax legend John Coltrane proud, Daniel watched and listened; as the music began to trail off, he said to him, "I'll see about getting you some food, alright?" signaling to one of the other Scavengers to bring some MREs over. They weren't the tastiest foods one could eat, Daniel knew, but they were hearty, they didn't need to be heated up much and they kept one full for a long period of time, though he'd also be happy when they finally were able to turn the stadium into a permanent outpost for the Hive so that they could start having hot food there instead of MREs...
Last Edit: Jun 17, 2016 23:46:38 GMT -5 by Deleted
"An MRE? I could use one of those myself. Possibly unlike this poor guy here, I know how to eat them.", Risa proclaimed though it wasn't a brag as she wasn't smiling or being proud, she was simply saying she wasn't a picky eater as she walked closer. One could say that MREs were the best food to have in a fallout shelter or in an apocalypse, because of their immense shelf life and their compact nature of having a few assortment of ingredients with some bonus items, such as condiments, matches, special paper wraps, et cetera.
Walking up beside Daniel, she leaned a bit on the stretcher in a slightly attractive pose that would've shown quite a bit of her contours of her frame if it weren't for her coat, but her shorts and leggings did the trick just fine; then again, she wasn't consciously trying to be sexy for this man, she was just being herself.
Post by Brandon Cole on Jun 18, 2016 2:09:21 GMT -5
Meanwhile, back inside the baseball diamond...Standing next to one of the Tundra guntrucks, Bam kept looking around, just where in the hell Tegan and her mighty band of warriors were. "You think Tegan and her team of rookies got lost out there?" Travis said, leaning against the Tundra.
"Travis, shut the fuck up," Bam replied, more irritated than anything else, "just shut up, alright. Like Daniel said back at the Armory, she wouldn't've picked her team if she didn't think they could do the damned job." Frankly, Bam was sick and tired of answering Travis's constant retorts about their Lead Scout. "Travis, just do us all a favor: shut the fuck up and have your team watch their sectors, okay?" muttering a few choice words as he continues to look around and wonder just where in the hell Tegan's team was...
Back inside the Service Tunnel....Grabbing a couple of MREs' from one of the boxes they'd brought from Rikers, Daniel walked over and sat down next to the other survivor they'd rescued outside; after taking a moment to remember her name - Rita, I think she said, but after sitting down, he couldn't help but notice that the woman sitting on the stretcher next to him was a pretty attractive woman; some things you still noticed, even if the dead were walking the earth.
After a moment running his hand over his bald dome - I gotta' shave sometime, he mused - he looked over at her, holding the MREs out as a peace offering of sorts. "Beef stew or chicken and noodles?" he asked; it sounded corny as hell but figured he had to think of something to say...at the very least to try and lighten the mood around the area they were in.
Risa was looking around the area from her little perch of leaning against the stretcher, using her weight to keep it from moving before she heard the bulky, lovable Hulk named Daniel hand out what looked to be a pair of MREs. Chicken and noodles, or beef stew? She knew chicken was far healthier, then again it could just be the over-cooked kind that was rather bad for you. Regardless, food was food, and it wouldn't be in an MRE if it did the opposite of help, right? She slowly took the beef chicken and noodles one, while gently nudging the beef stew one towards him as if offering him to have that one. Taking the MRE and starting to open it, she offered the man a kind grin; he really was a sweetheart for a big lug, wasn't he? She knew he could hurt a fly, but would he if he had the choice? Probably not. Regardless, she held her hands together in a pray sort of manner before bowing briefly, a Japanese form of gratitude, and even added a saying during so, "Arigatou gozaimasu. Itadakimasu.", she said to him, though could translate if he so desired.
Accepting the beef stew one back from Rita, he nodded briefly, smiling at the younger woman and opened up the MRE; after briefly searching for the spoon and accessory packet, he began eating, savoring each bite; as much as he didn't like MREs' at times, one didn't pass up a chance to eat when time availed one of the opportunity. Besides, he mused, glancing over at Rita every so often - and admiring her, albeit in an interested-but-trying-not-to-look-interested kind of way - you never know who you might run into.
As he tore apart the slices of wheat bread that came with the MRE, Daniel looked over at her and asked, "So, where are you from originally?" having already picked up enough from her to know that she was not originally from the Big Apple.
Risa took apart her own MRE and took out contents of the bag, bringing out what looked to be a beverage bag, a box that said "Chicken, noodles and vegetables in sauce" on it, bag of Peanut M&M's, a small bag of cheese spread, a tiny bottle of Tabasco hot sauce, a bag with a chocolate sports bar with a chocolate coating, a cocoa beverage powder, a spoon, the MRE's cooking bag that had a heater in it, a small bag of crackers, an accessory packet. She looked at Daniel as she was asked a question, and brushed some of her dark hair aside off of her neck before answering him, taking the time to start to put the chicken and noodles bag inside of the cooking bag and took the time to put some water into the open bag. As soon as it startled to sizzle and boil, evident by the smoke and heat rising from inside, she stuffed the bag back into the chicken and noodle box and left it at an angled incline to let it cook, resting her cheek on her hand as she stared at the large man now.
"I'm from California...originally from Japan. And you?", she asked him politely in turn, already enjoying the sound of gradually-cooking noodles.
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Beckett sat quietly while the two had their conversation. He didn't want to interupt. Before the outbreak he was homeless, he was used to people carrying on around him not noticing him. It didn't bother him. It gave him time to reflect. When someone handed him the MRE he graciously accpeted it, but waited for the medical personel Daniel called over to check him out before he silent tore into the packaging and started fixing his meal. He could've ate the whole thing raw he was so hungry, but he looked at the package trying to figure out what to do before he followed the directions. He didn't care if it was chicken or beef or 3 week old cheeseburger out of a resturante dumpster he was just glad to have food in his hands once again. Beckett looked over and sitting on a table beside him was Mr. Dark. Beckett got a little nervous. When Mr. Dark showed up around peopole it ment he wasn't happy and he was about to make Beckett hurt someone. Beckett didn't want to hurt these people, they were kind. Beckett tried not to look at Mr. Dark, not wanting to hurt the people who had saved him. His eyes were wide open and he was staring at the wall as if were the most important thing in the world. Anything to avoid eye contact with the man who occassionally hijacked his free will. Friend or no, Mr. Dark could be a little mean sometimes. His feet were dangling and swinging as he leaned forward with his hands clasped. His eyes were squinted and he was talking to Beckett in a serious tone.
Mr. Dark: "Don't get to comfortable Beckett..... You know these people will toss you out the second they see you as a burden and you're already becoming just that..... You're already asking them for food? TSK. TSK. TSK. I'd start gathering your belongings because looks like you're about to get tossed out on your ass, look they're not even acknowledging you anymore....."
Beckett cleared his throat casuing them to look up. He nervously shifted his gaze towards them. He had to make himself a useful part of the group or he'd be just a drain on their goodwill. And these days goodwill was in short supply. Beckett looked at the man named Daniel.
Beckett: "So, why a baseball stadium? Do you need any help? I can help where i can, i can be real good at things.....sometimes!"
He felt bad for interupting their conversation, but this was about survival. He had to make sure that he was wanted around here. And anything to keep what happened to his last group from happening. Mr. Dark grew bored of their last group and had Beckett kill everyone in it. It had left Beckett with about a month's worth of food and water and a terrible aching lonely feeling in his heart. He needed people, for companionship and for protection it seems at the current moment. Beckett offered them another nervous smile and waited for a response.
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"I'm from California...originally from Japan. And you?", she asked him politely in turn, already enjoying the sound of gradually-cooking noodles.
"The Bronx," Daniel said in-between bites of beef stew. "In fact," pausing to point off in one direction, "from here its' only about three miles or so to where I used to live, over in Pelham Gardens. People always forget how big the Big Apple was: in mean, you could take each of the boroughs apart - Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens, The Bronx and even Staten Island - and separately they'd all be in the top twenty, twenty-five cities on population alone." Seeing that he was finished with the stew, he started to open up a pack of raisin nut mix that came with the MRE when...
Beckett: "So, why a baseball stadium? Do you need any help? I can help where i can, i can be real good at things.....sometimes!"
Daniel thought for a good bit about the two questions; he also he couldn't continue running back-and-forth between his two locations, so he figured he could use Beckett as a runner between both locations....
"Why a baseball stadium? All of us here, both them," pointing to the others, who were busy doing a bunch of different things - eating, cleaning weapons, joking around - "and inside, around the baseball diamond. We're part of a large survivor community over where Rikers Island, the jail, used to be." For several minutes, Daniel explained the history of the Hive: the early days, when a mix of guards, civilian staff, innocents caught in the middle and inmates there literally cleaned out building after building, cellblock after cellblock, of the undead those first few months....to the building and strengthening of the Hive to where it was at now. He didn't speak boastfully or braggartly; he just talked as if he were talking to inmates back at Rikers in the old days, with a firm but understanding voice.
"...Everyone here is part of the Hive's group of Scavengers and Scouts; the Scavengers are the ones who go out on supply runs, patrol the highways, look for survivors everywhere but in Manhattan and Staten Island...the Scouts are the ones who go out to new locations, search around, watch over locations, etc,,etc.,..the reason we're here, Beckett, is to clean out Yankee Stadium and turn it into an outpost for the Hive; we're only the first wave here...."
Remembering what Beckett said about wanting to help, Daniel pulled out a small notebook and wrote down two quick messages, then proceeded to take off both his long-shirt and white undershirt, setting the undershirt aside and putting the long-shirt up, rolling the sleeves up as he did. "I need you to run these two messages, Beckett, to my people inside the stadium; the tunnel there," pointing down the lit service corridor, "will take you right to the diamond. Near the pitcher's mound out there there two large gray-colored trucks; when you get there, ask for Bam," repeating the instructions twice more so that Beckett would know exactly what was needed. "My people inside the diamond can be a little trigger-happy, so as soon as you get outside onto the diamond, start waving this," holding the white undershirt up and swinging it around a few times like a white flag, "and ask for Bam, that's the man I need you to get these messages to him, alright?" adding, "I'll keep an eye on your saxophone for you while you're running these messages over and back, okay?"
Risa took the time to take her newly-cooked bag of noodles out of the heater bag and opened it to start eating right out of the bag, letting out a sign of satisfaction at the feeling of something going into her stomach as she ate, but she remained silent on the matter of Daniel and the man named Beckett. So he wanted to help...that is admirable, especially if they had just gotten there. She heard what Daniel said about a larger group at Rikers, but said nothing on the subject, in fact continuing to stuff her face, though a bit comically having some piece of chicken on her cheek near her mouth that she didn't feel, on the side closest to Daniel.
Beckett listened carefully as Daniel gave him instructions. He glanced over to the table, Mr. Dark was gone. Beckett had always found it so curious that he was about to disappear so quickly without him ever seeing him leave, but leave he did and Beckett could focus on making himself useful. He listened to the instruction and took the shirt from the man. Beckett was waring some black and white converse all star sneakers, some grey jeans and a white tank top covered in blood. Around his neck was a small gold chain with a bullet hanging from the end. His wild hair and ghostly face would probably scare the shit out of an unsuspecting someone if he came running out of the tunnel all covered in blood and looking like a crackhead. He nodded as he knew what needed to be done. The man said he'd watch over his saxophone, and this made Beckett uneasy. He picked it up and decided to take the rope he had fashioned as a carry strap and slung it over his shoulder. His saxophone hung from his back as he stoop up and took the messages from Daniel.
Beckett: "I'll take it with me if you don't mind..... it's more valuable to me than my own life...... it was my dad's, he was the one who taught me how to play when i was little. He told me someday i was going to fill a world that desperatly needed it with beautiful music. I ...I.... just feel better having it close."
Beckett hoped he didn't offend the man, but at least now he knew why. It wasn't that he didn't trust the man. Way to go you're already starting problems Beckett! He scolded himself silently. He wanted to keep his sax close, plus it was the only thing that could sooth the rage in Mr. Dark so it was not safe to leave it behind. Before Daniel could say anything back Beckett took the messages and took off running down the service tunnle. He followed the directions given to him until he came across the trucks. Beckett was about to run right out screaming to them, excited that he was making himself useful when he emerged from the service tunnle. But before he could Mr. Dark spoke up. He was leaning against a wall; his legs were crossed and his arms were folded across his chest.
Mr. Dark: "Don't forget to wave the white flag Beckett."
Mr. Dark said casually as he picked a bit of lint from his black suit and flicked it away carelessly. Beckett had forgotten about it in his excitment. Beckett called out to them waving the white flag around his head enthusiastically, making sure they saw it before he started to approach.
Mr. Dark "What are we doing Beckett? Can we get the fuck out of here already? You don't need those people to survive.... you only need me. I've kept you safe, kept you fed, i'm the reason your still here Beckett...... if it was just you you would be a drooling FREAK! JUST LIKE THE REST OF THEM! WANDERING AROUND TRYING TO BITE ANYTHING THAT MOVES! ME! I GOT YOUR HERE! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU PUTTING SO MUCH FAITH IN STRANGERS!?! THAT WILL GET YOU KILLED!"
Beckett shrunk back and recoiled to the sound of Mr. Dark's angry screams of protest. Beckett didn't want to be alone. He didn't want to leave, he wanted to have people he could connect with, be friends with, share his life with and have some semblance of happiness and not just be an animal fighting to survive. Beckett didn't look at Mr. Dark. He was noticed by Daniel's friends. And when he looked up Mr. Dark was gone again. He was starting to get angry with Beckett. Beckett's hand reached back to feel his saxophone as if to check to make sure it was still there. He only hoped he could find a way to make Mr. Dark see that this was good for them.
Beckett: "I'm not better off alone............ I'd rather die than be alone a minute longer."
He said quietly to himself. Then he rushed out to greet Daniel's friends with the message he was given.
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Beckett: "I'll take it with me if you don't mind..... it's more valuable to me than my own life...... it was my dad's, he was the one who taught me how to play when i was little. He told me someday i was going to fill a world that desperatly needed it with beautiful music. I ...I.... just feel better having it close."
"Hey, no problem," Daniel replied, allowing Beckett to take his saxophone with him, figuring it was, for the man, a talisman or safety blanket and so he opted to let the man take it with him. As he watched the man head down the service tunnel towards the baseball diamond, he noticed - purely by accident, since Rita was sitting next to him in that direction - that she had a small piece of chicken that'd managed to rest itself in a rather interesting position, between her cheek and her mouth on the side closest to Daniel. "Ummm, Rita," he whispered, leaning over and picking the piece of chicken off her cheek with his fingers - noticing, as he did, just how exquisitely beautiful the younger woman was - "I think this was trying to nestle its' way into your cheek," he added rather humorously, holding it between his thumb and index finger for her. It was rather humorously instead of full-on humorous because as he looked over at her, he had to admit...the girl was stunningly beautiful, the first romantic thought Daniel'd had in a long, long time before musing, These are some weird times in the Rotten Apple...I mean, seriously, he thought to himself, there are still walkers roaming around, you still don't know where the hell Tegan and her people have gotten off for the time being....and you're trying your best not to stare at the stunner sitting next to you....Weird Times, indeed.
Post by Brandon Cole on Jun 18, 2016 19:39:01 GMT -5
Meanwhile, inside the baseball diamond at Yankee Stadium...."What the fuck is that running towards us?" one of his Scouts shouted; looking over, Bam saw what looked like a very disheveled man, waving a shirt around like a damn surrender flag, holding a saxophone and running hellbent for leather at them. For a moment, he thought it was one of his former CKY participants, Rake Yohn, but dropped that thought, thinking Rake don't run that fast.
Waving at the other Scouts to hold their fire, Bam waved for the disheveled man over, wonderingin his mind (a) who the hell was running towards them, (b) where'd Daniel find this character? and (c) just where in the fuck did Tegan and her team wander off to?
Beckett ran as fast as he could. He didn't know the nature of the message he didn't look. For all he knew this could be a very important message that was time sensitive. Beckett reached the man who had waved him over and doubled over trying to catch his breath. His body heaved and his shoulders arches with every inhale. His hands were on his knees and he was looking at the floor trying not to vomit up the little bit of food he had just gotten down. He looked up; still bent over and held one hand out. In the hand was a message from Daniel himself. He didn't have his breath undercontrol so for the moment he just showed him the message. Once it was delievered he collasped in the floor and put his sax in his lap. He hugged it close to his chest as if that would help steady his heart. Beckett only ran like that when he was running from the dead. He looked up to the man who still hadn't opened the message yet and smiled.
Beckett: "Didn't mean to startle you, i'm Beckett, they found me outside and Daniel saved my life. He told me to give you that..... Are you Bam?"
Beckett's breathing was under control now, and he ventured to stand up and put a nervous hand out to shake with the man. He was trying to make a good as impression as possible. He didn't take into account how startling he must've looked running out to greet them like a lunitic and didn't even consider the fact that his appearance made him look like he was halfway to death. His fingers of his hand that was not extended drummed nervously on his sax that was hanging by the strap on his shoulder; hanging just by his ribs.
Post by Brandon Cole on Jun 18, 2016 20:16:12 GMT -5
Waving the man over, Bam ran over a little way and caught the man as he started to fall to the ground, half-carrying/half-walking him over to where their trucks were, easing him down so that the man was resting, his back against the truck.... Beckett: "Didn't mean to startle you, i'm Beckett, they found me outside and Daniel saved my life. He told me to give you that..... Are you Bam?"
"Yeah, that's me," Bam replied, signaling to someone to toss him a canteen of water, which he offered the man. Taking the messages from Beckett, Bam sat down and read both of them. The first one basically was letting them know that they'd rescued two individuals outside along 161st Avenue and things were okay on their end...the second message was more blunt, asking Bam to get on the radio with Tegan and ask her just, in Daniel's blunt-spoken manner, where the fuck did her and her team go off to at the moment?
Folding the messages up and putting them in his pocket, Bam sat down and asked him, "You going to be alright, Beckett?" wondering for a few moments if Beckett wasn't going to keel over and turn on him out there....but instead, he kept an eye on him, figuring anyone they found who'd survived this long deserved a shot at living.
Beckett took a sip of water greatful for the liquid that passed his parched lips. He wiped his mouth with his arm. He looked up and saw Mr. Dark standing at homeplate with a bat doing some practice swings he was killing time and goofing off down there. Beckett smiled a little and looked back to Bam. He nodded when he asked Beckett if he was going to be ok.
Beckett: "We can help look for your team!"
Beckett blurted out unintentially saying "we" refering to him and Mr. Dark. He corrected himself and said "i can help look for you team." And hoped the questioning eyebrows wouldn't say raised to long. Beckett didn't mean to ease drop, but he was still earger to make himself useful around here and the not lazy ones were always more valuable to a group. Beckett realized the man may have wanted to give him a funny look as to how he knew about the team being missing.
Beckett: " Sorry..... you were reading kinda loud .... But if you need help i can help you look, just tell me what you need." Beckett stood up and looked at the man carefully, not sure what was going on with this missing team, but knowing if he helped find them; they'd be more likely to keep Beckett around. Beckett stood silently until Bam spoke again. He looked over and saw Mr. Dark was still taking his practice swings at home plate. At least his keeping himself busy Beckett thought as he looked back to Bam.
Risa looked at the piece of chicken that was now in the man's grasp via his fingers, then up at him for a bit before, with a slight tug of a corner of her mouth into a half-smirk, lightly nudged his hand up so the piece of chicken went into his mouth, essentially giving him an indirect kiss since the piece of chicken had been from her mouth, really. She watched him a second afterwards to see how he reacts; would he spit it up in shock? Swallow it? She didn't know, yet was vividly curious to see how it went down, though couldn't help but chuckle at him being somewhat funny around her. She had to admit, the man has a good heart, he isn't trying to outwardly appease her to go out with him, he's just...being himself, which is good in her book.
She continued to laugh a bit at the situation as she watched Daniel still.
Post by Brandon Cole on Jun 19, 2016 1:12:57 GMT -5
Inside the baseball diamond....."I must've," Bam quipped, looking over at Beckett and thinking he must have read both messages out loud not thinking about it. Hearing the man's request to go search for them, he held up a finger and said, "Hold up, let me see if I can reach them first," switching on his radio. Keying his shoulder mic, he spoke. "Tegan, this is Bam; how copy, over?"
Static over the radio...Bam tried a second time; success. "This is Tegan, go ahead," came her voice over the line. Breathing a sigh of relief, Bam continued. "Tegan, this is Bam; where are you guys, over?"
"Somewhere along Concourse 4, Level 1," came the reply, somewhat nonchalantly, as if they were taking their sweet ole' time instead of huffing it to join the others. "We got sidetracked a second, lost our bearings, had to backtrack around...why, is Daniel asking about us?"
Fuckin' Tegan, fuckin' with us for the hell of it, the fuck, Bam mused, chuckling. "Alright, let me know when you reach the visitors' dugout; from 4-1, the bleacher entrance above it should be right ahead of you. Bam out," switching off the radio. Glancing over at Beckett, he added, "Concourse 4, Level 1 feeds into all these bleachers, so if they're moving along that concourse, they should be with us in a moment. They're not here in a few minutes, we'll take it from there, alright?" both happy to know they were still alive and sort of ticked that they were making everyone else wait....then again, Tegan's our Lead Scout, she can take all the time she wants, Bam thought.
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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