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Post by Rizzo Tsang on Aug 13, 2016 0:00:07 GMT -5
Rizzo raised an eyebrow as she listened to Joseph reply to someone on his radio, and then when he turned around to face her, she heard him mention finding her a room to stay, something she nodded to and let out a sigh of longing as if she hadn't had a decent place to sleep for ages. She was in awe at the hospitality of this place despite the rampaging about of bandits and other survivors around, not that she was untrustworthy enough because she didn't pull any guns on anyone here.
(Skip Rizzo for her next posts, just get her introduced and to sleep, poor girl's been through hell out there alone. xD)
"Tiny Mmmarshmellows," Clavin asked looking at Sisa confused. He turned to James to see if he knew what she was talking about. "You couldn't handle my pppasty wwhite ass love. And you're looking a the rresult of free range parenting. Did what I want, when I want. Isn't that rrright James." He glared at her, just daring her to step on his level. He'd wreck he ass so hard.
Turning to James he looked at his butler. "I ain't apppologizing. I don't apologize to anyone. You knnow that. As far as I know she could be a maid. This is a fucking hotel isn't it. She even has the dam nnname tag. Who the fuck where's name tag. What is this AA?" He listens to her mention waffles or something and just shook his head. "Whatever."
Moving away he sat on the bed, stretching his legs out before him. "So this ppplace safe? Running water? Walls?" James offered to move the crib and Calvin huffed. "Don't mmmove the crib," he said with a glare. "We don't need to. She can move it herself. She has arms and legs." He looked at the waitress and his butler. "Who the fuck is Koya? Name sounds mmmade up, who names there did that."
He stood up. "I'm not going anywhere without James, nor is he going anywhere without me. We can mmmeet the others, this doc can come here. Where we moving the crib to anyway? Nnnot like we do home dddecorating in the apocalypse. Dead everywhere. You decide to renovate?" He shook his is again. "Stupid Spic," he muttered his breath.
"Listen, don't expect us to overstay our welcome. Come sunrrise, me and Jame are busting our ass out of here. We aren't sticking around."
Post by Joseph MacMillan on Aug 22, 2016 10:09:26 GMT -5
Heading back upstairs with Rizzo in tow, Joseph wanted to felt bad for essentially telling Sisa off, but as tired as he was, he didn't really care; as he thought of it, he was going to get a few hours sleep come hell or high water or anything else that came their way. "Most of our group, Rizzo, is up here on the second floor," Joseph said, smiling at the sight of Kara, who was walking back in the other direction towards them. "How's Dean and Nick doing?" he asked.
"They're fine; I just left them a few moments ago," Kara replied as they stopped and stood in the hallway. Pointing over at Rizzo, she asked, "Newcomer here?"
"Yeah, one of several, I'm afraid," Joseph said, blowing out a long breath and making the introductions between Kara and Rizzo. "Kara," Joseph added, "if you would, find Rizzo a place to stay tonight while I go check on Dean and Nick, alright?"
Post by Cassidy Porter on Aug 29, 2016 14:01:24 GMT -5
From the day that he was born, Cassidy's life had revolved around Calvin. The boy wasn't without his faults, and his argumentative nature was often outshined by Cassidy's affections. When they were alone, especially in the past three years, it allowed for Calvin's behavior to go unnoticed as being a bit harsh. It wasn't until moments like these, when they were in the presence of others, that it brought about any kind of attention. Hearing Calvin's comments about Sisa almost made him want to wince. He had forgotten his privilege, his attitude. But Sisa seemed to be kind enough, or at least understanding enough. It made him wonder what she had gone through in her life that she was used to that kind of treatment, and it almost made him a little sad. At the very least, her understanding helped his own situation.
"I'm not a big waffle fan myself. Then again, I never really was one for breakfast." Cassidy's smile never faltered, not even as he turned back to console Calvin. He had already made himself comfortable in the bed again, and it made Cassidy calm to see him finally off of his feet. He needed the rest in more ways than one. "Cal, don't worry about the crib, okay? Just rest for now. It's safe here, I promise."
His wishful thinking appeared to have more backing than he imagined, however. Sisa spoke over a radio to a man named Joseph, who didn't seem to care much about meeting the newcomers. This surprised Cassidy, but perhaps it meant that he was confident in the safety of the hotel, in the competence of his companions. Or maybe it just meant that he was foolish and lazy, and didn't care to think of the consequences of his actions. Cassidy couldn't be sure. In that moment, all he knew was that Calvin's safety had seemingly been secured for another night.
Or at least Cassidy could hope for that, given his penchant for taunting.
"Koya is her baby girl, Cal." Cassidy listened as Calvin spouted off more comments, and as Sisa dished them back to him, he found truth in some of Calvin's words. It was true that he wasn't going anywhere without Calvin, and vice versa. And so, as Sisa motioned for him to follow her out of the room, he did the same to Calvin and followed her. "Come on, Cal. Stay close. We'll walk slowly so that you can move at your own pace."
Cassidy followed Sisa out into the hall, though he waited back just outside of the doorway for Calvin to follow them. He'd sooner cement his feet into the ground than leave him alone in the room. Sisa joked about him being the border control and he could only smile. He wasn't sure what she had been through in her life, but at least she was able to find humor in her circumstances, rather than walking around with a chip on her shoulder. Not that she wouldn't have reason, though. She made a comment about her potential age, and as he thought of Koya, he chuckled. "If you're eighty, then I congratulate you on your fertility."
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