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Post by Dan-Andrei Moldovan on Jun 17, 2016 8:45:44 GMT -5
Andrei could barely believe what he was hearing. Julie's brother raped the Faith, started seeing things, so they locked him up in a giftshop. Brilliant. Just brilliant. He followed them to the gift shop, to see the man with his own eyes. Not very surprising, the girl with the mini-skirt was knocked down, and the guy left.
"Why am I not surprised." he muttered, covering half his face with his right palm. "Firstly" he turned to Julie "Did you not lock the door to the shop? And secondly" he now turned to Faith "lass, why did you open the door in the first place?". Great, now they had to organize a manhunt. And in a place this big, it would be a big time consumer. Not to mention the abundance of hiding places. 'What have I gotten myself into, this time?' Andrei thought. 'Why couldn't I have wandered into a perfectly normal and quiet place, had a warm meal and went to bed?'
Julie followed everyone to the giftshop, trying to figure out how to explain her actions when suddenly they arrived at a empty giftshop with only faith in it. What the? Julie looked around. The ropes tying the door closed were still intact. There was no damage to the door at all. Inside the giftshop a little to the left there was a hole in the drywall where Lane had rammed his head and knocked himself out on the stud inside the wall. Julie looked at Faith confused. Julie could see the wheels spinning in Faith's head, and the fact she wasn't already explaining what happened while everyone just started at her told Julie she had lied! She had been throwing herself at Julie since she got here, who's to say she didn't throw herself at Lane?!? That makes a lot more sense than Lane being a rapist! Julie wanted to believe the girl because she felt bad for what was happening to Charly probably at this very moment, but Faith played and manipulated her emotions.
Julie: "You stupid little bitch....... Do you have any idea what Lane's going through!?"
Julie pushed everyone aside and stormed over to the girl on the floor who was feigning injury. Julie dove on her, she had never felt so dumb. Lane was probably out wandering the park still looking for Charly, not sure what was real and what wasn't; confused why his sister locked him up all so this bitch could get a quick lay?!? When i had just fucking given her one? Julie thought as she mounted on top of the terrified Faith. Julie reared back and slapped Faith across the face as hard as she could. There was a sting in her hand and a hand mark left across the girls face. Julie was shouting and screaming non sensically not giving a damn only knowing that a blind fury was coursing through her veins and she was ready to spit fire. Why do i keep getting attached to the wrong one's? She thought, mad as hell at Faith, but mad at herself for letting herself get fooled by her bullshit.
Julie: "Yo ass better disappear, if you ain't casper the slutty ghost in the next 10 seconds i'll rip yo fucking throat out."
Julie got off the girl, not wanting to look at her anymore and let her get up. Julie collapsed against the wall; elbows resting on her knees and began to cry. She felt like she let her brother down, because she was blinded by a cute smile and a pair of tits. How the hell could she have even thought that about her brother.
Julie: "Sorry Laney"
She sobbed in her southern Georgia accent.
- Lane -
Lane walked over to the information desk and was surprised he hadn't seen anyone in the park since that girl let him out of the giftshop. His head was pounding again. He had to find someone. Julie had to look at his head and for some reason his hands were bloody and swollen. He couldn't remember shit about the last 48 hours. Lane was about to turn around and start looking elsewhere when a voice spoke up behind him.
Alex: "Lane you just going to leave me here now?"
Lane looked over and saw the servered head of his best friend alex sitting on the information table. He remembered bringing it into the park but he had forgotten where he had left it. Lane picked it up and brought it up to face level and smiled at it.
Lane: "There ya are, ya ugly son of a bitch!" Alex: "Fuck you Lane, you know that little bitch that let you out of the giftshop has to pay right? She got you locked up, made Julie afraid of you..... You're a monster Lane, you...... are a NIGHTMARE LANE! Let's go give that bitch a bad dream!" Lane: "Sounds good to me."
Lane said smiling as he turned and started stalking the park looking for Faith. He was really just operating on whatever his demented brain was telling him to do next. Hopping from one thought to the next, no real focus. Whatever was the plan for the moment was all his brain would allow him to think about. Charly needed to come home if there was any chance at all of restoring his fractured mind and ending his psychotic break.
Everything spiraled downhill for Faith at that point....first the red head showed up...throwing questions at her like shurikens. Faith was still trying to figure out how to answer when the man with the bow showed up...asking his own questions. She leaned her head back against the wall, her blue eyes peering at the wood as if it were the most important thing in the world. It was like right before you get seriously injured but you realize you fucked up....you know pain is coming. And then Julie arrived. She could tell she was putting the pieces together, "Ju-" A hard slap across the face stopped her from saying anymore. Julie was atop her, screaming and telling her she'd better go. A soon as she was able to slip out from under Julie's angry form she did she just. She was crying, her face red and stinging. She wasn't sure which hurt more....the fact that the one person she had felt a small connection to now hated her, or her damn face. She was sobbing, moving towards the exit as fast as she could. But she took a wrong turn. Ending up behind some huge spinning ride, its shadow fell over her shuddering form as she tried to stop crying.
She was bent over with her hand on her bare knees, trying to catch her breath through her hiccuping tears. She looked up to see Lane coming towards her....what was he carrying? He hadn't seemed to remember her a few minutes ago...maybe he could at least just tell her which way to go to leave...
She took a breath and wiped the back of her hand over her eyes. "Lane...which way is the exit?"
Lane saw the girl he was looking for duck off behind a rollercoaster. She seemed to be upset. She was going to be a lot more upset in a couple of minutes. Lane walked up to her carrying Alex in his hand. The head bounced as he walked but was facing towards the girl they were headed for. Lane's face devoid of emotion. He wasn't Lane, he was the murderous subconsious that lied beneath. He was the primal instinct that is buried beneath etiquette and civility. Lane was a man hearing voices with murderous intentions. He walked up to her and she asked where the exit was. Lane didn't answer. Before she knew what was happening Lane was on her. He put his hand on the side of her face and shoved hard bouncing her head off the metal ride behind her. Her head hit with enough force to buckle her knees and make her drop in a crumpled heap. She looked up at him and saw Lane's swollen fist speeding towards her delicate face. Broken nose! Blood trickled down her faces as she tried to call out. She fell to her stomach. The pain searing and probably deserved. Faith: "Lane..." Lane picked her up with his one free hand like she was nothing and dragged her to her feet. He shoved her back against the wall. She tried again to explain. But was once again to greeted with a fist this time knocking loose a few teeth. She spit up blood as she fell to all fours and started to crawl desperatly wanting to escape the rage of the man she had wronged. Alex: "Hey Lane before you finish the girl off let me get a taste, she looks sweet." Lane slowly followed her looking down on her. He was carrying the walker head in his other hand, face still emotionless. Faith tried to call out for help, but the blood that filled her mouth prevented it. Faith: "urghughrughh..." Lane put his foot on her back and shoved her down on her stomach. She rolled over to see her attacker maybe the pitful sight of her bloody face would make him stop. She didn't want to die here in a shitty amusement park. Laying on her back Lane put his foot down on her throat and pressed hard. She was choking unable to scream. He leaned down and set Alex on the ground. Lifting the miniskirt to reveal no panties beneath. Alex: "It's a sweet Georiga peach, hahaha you were always good wingman Laney!" Lane picked up the head by it's greasy hair and shoved it under the skirt. Alex enjoyed himself and it looked like the little whore did too she was trying to scream in pleasure! Really she was screaming for help, but what did Lane know? He was confused. Lane let Alex have his fill and then lifted the head to eye level looking Alex in the eye. Lane: "How was she?" Alex: She should clean more often! Kill the bitch!" Alex's grimey face was covered in blood, as Lane turned back to Faith, who had her hands on his foot trying to reliefe the pressure on her neck. Lane stomped down with all of his might and broke her neck. He turned and walked away still carrying Alex. He left her body behind the ride with her miniskirt hiked up her nose and neck broken and a mouth full of blood.
Last Edit: Jun 17, 2016 10:41:10 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Miri Rose Haber on Jun 17, 2016 15:44:40 GMT -5
(sorry I've been gone so long lane knows all about the rl bs lol)
Miri and Joel made small talk about hunting and how to treat hides and can meat. She was a survivalist simply from having lived a poor country-girls life. Her knowledge woulD be a huge bonus to the group once they learned what she knew and could teach others.
Yellow eyes stared sadly over dripping jowels. He still had his head on the corner of the table but his eyes never left their plates. Miri's slowly looked at the dog and it became a staring contest. Slowly she widened her eyes and leaned her face in front of his until their noses touched. Brutus obediently inverted his gaze and took his giant head off the table.
Miri sighed with a lopsided grin and dumped the rest of her tray on the floor. He attacked the food as if it might run and got the floor entirely slimed up and slick. She laughed at her dog while Joel got up and started clearing the table. Miri wished her only human company was a bit more exciting. Joel at times seemed to have the personality of a soggy potato. She waited for him to walk to her good side for her tray then smacked him square on the ass.
"Hey sexy let's go for a walk maybe we can steal a kiss on the ferris wheel huh?"
Brutus was done with spreading his drool on the floor and looked up longingly at the people once more. It seemed he had a bottomless stomach. What it was was that he was used to eating as much as he wanted or hunting for food. But with half her damn body broken miri could do next to nothing.
Joel wheeled her outside in her chair and Brutus walked dutifully along their side. Miri closed her eyes and leaned her head back. The sun caught in her curls and were dazzling to the eye straight from gloom of indoors. Brutus coat shone a metal-blue and he wagged his tail to be out in the sun.
When she finally decided to open her eyes and lift her head she spied one of those strong men games with a hammer. It seemed all of the prizes had been left hanging half outside to get moldy and ratty through rain and winter. Miri waved her arm.
"Oh stop stop. Win me a prize!" She demanded.
When joel looked at her like she was nuts all she did was grin.
When Joel felt the definite smack of a woman's hand on his ass, prompting him to stop in his tracks and look at her. It took a second of staring at Miri to finally crack a small smile, then got his hands clean with a damp towelette covered in cleaning alcohol for sanitation before he got to her wheelchair and got it ready to be pushed out, "Alright, princess, out we go. I'm sure you'd like to go on the ferris wheel, huh?", he asked her as he gently drove the wheelchair down where the festivities would've been; the games, concession stands, playhouses...you name it. While he was driving her, he noticed Miri lean her head back to let the warm air and Sun take her and help her relax, and he couldn't help but notice how divine it made her look despite her obvious handicap, how much of a wounded angel she looked...he was almost tempted to move down to kiss her, but he figured that would be moving too fast.
While wheeling her forward and making sure Brutus followed them, he heard Miri exclaim and flail her arm like a child towards what looked to be a hammer slam game, and couldn't help but chuckle. He didn't know how well-maintained this game was since before the apocalypse started, but playing it was good enough regardless, right? He glanced at her to see her grin like an excited kid going to the carnival games for a prize; he couldn't help but grin back at her. Spitting into his hands and rubbing them together, he went towards game and grabbed the hammer and poised it over his shoulder, then brought it back and around nearly over his head to slam it as hard as he could onto the target. Not only was there a very healthy and loud tune to the ring, but his overall strength actually notched the ring off kilter a bit due to bad maintenance and the overall force, before he looked at Miri.
He couldn't help himself, something about the beautiful woman was thawing his heart...all that time of looking for Lena, having lost everything else he loved, and here she was like a light in a tunnel of emotional darkness. Question was...what was he to her? "Well, beautiful blonde woman with the dog right there, what prize can I do you for?", he asked her in one of his impressions of one of those cliche game show host voices...but failed epicly!
Post by Miri Rose Haber on Jun 17, 2016 19:10:18 GMT -5
When the bell rang and just about fell off Miri whooped loudly and clapped her good hand against her good leg.
"Woo! Get it, killer!"
Brutus didn't understand why there was so much excitement but he was excited anyway and hopped around Miri's wheelchair like a baby horse. His tongue was hanging out. This made her throw her head back and laugh so hard it hurt her side like an elephant was squeezing her chest. She tried her regain some composer but gave up and reached for her bottle of pain meds. Julie would br pissed if she knew Miri smuggled a jug just for herself. But what Julie didn't know didn't hurt Miri one bit. She popped open the bottle and popped a couple in her mouth. After she swallowed and screwed the lid back on she said;
"Be glad to be done with these fuckers." She tucked it behind her butt so no one could see them. Then she grinned and said in a mock little kids voice-
"Oh shucks Mr! I'd like that fluffy doggy right there!"
She pointed at a moldy and soggy stuffed creature that could have been a dog at one point. Miri wrinkled her nose when Joel ripped it down because the smell was terrible.
"Kill it Brutus." She said calmly.
It was like a switch went off in the dog. he went from playing like a giant doofus to a hell hound. He lunged at Joel so quick he couldn't have even blinked and ripped the thing out of his hands. Then he shook it with all of his might with his front paws a foot off the ground. The degraded nasty thing flew off in a million stinky pieces and Miri screamed and tried to cover her face. Brutus shook it until all that was left was some old slimey filth he tried to push out of his mouth with his tongue.
"Attaboy my big brute!" Miri praised the dog. He walked up to Miri still trying to tongue the rank out while she gave him a pat on the head.
Miri gazed up to see Joel's reaction. She wasn't looking for love in the end times and tried not to get attached to people. If she were to fall in love it would have to take something even she couldn't imagine up. But she did have an okay time with the guy. She liked picking on him. A lot. OK maybe too much.
Joel let out a soft "heh" as a reply to what Miri had Brutus do to the prize he got for her, shaking his head with his face scrunched up from the horrid stench of the rotten material flying off into the wind, before he looked around a bit as if wondering what else there was to do. He didn't know how to have fun anymore, and it showed; his form was...rigid, if not tense, he seemed nervous. It was as if he has this crush on the beautiful blonde beside him, and was so scared of wrecking it. At the same time, he wasn't going to be creepy and pressure her, whatever she wanted to do, he'd accommodate.
He went back behind Miri and started to wheel her forward again, though this time he seemed to be headed towards the ferris wheel with a certain eagerness. If not for what he knew was a joke by Miri because he knew she didn't like him enough for such a thing, it was to spend time with her on something he hadn't been on in in ages. It could help him feel...calm, perhaps. On the way there, he decided to break the ice and speak to her a bit more seriously now, sincere but serious.
"So, Miri...what are your hobbies? Mine, well...it's to survive, to find my daughter...I hope she's okay.", he said quietly as he moved her up to the ramp of the massive ferris wheel. Fortunately, it seemed the gears and metal was in good shape to accommodate some riders. He looked at Brutus, then back to Miri as if not knowing whether he should join them or stay there, bringing it up to to her to see her council, "Should he come up? I don't think he'd be safe...at least if something happens there and it's just me and you, I can save you.", he said...showing rather genuine care for the dog; an uncommon trait among other survivors outside of the dogs' owners themselves.
He didn't release his weapon. No, he still held the maul in his hands. His eyes were hard, and there was no voice on his loops. The way he looked at Shaun was the same way a sheep dog stared down a wolf: without an inkling of mercy within them. Shaun lowered his gun? He wondered right then, could he reach him? Could he hit him with the maul before he lifted that gun again? Could he drop the hammer and go for the rifle slung across his back? Emmet already had her gun out. He'd let her do the talking as he slowly made his way towards Shaun. Slowly, methodically. He wasn't walking aggressively, and he'd stop about halfway there, that same look on his face. He offered food, he had a funny accent that sounded oddly English. Was he English?
There was no want for a fight in Anse right then and there, but still, all the shouting, it wasn't just Shaun, it'd been in the distance. A look towards Emmet for a moment, and then those eyes were back on Shaun. "..Wno else is here?" That was all he growled out, and with a tone that *begged* Shaun to lie to him, as if he'd somehow know.
Shaun looked at the two. They didn't seem all to friendly, but Shaun had already lowered his gun if he tried to raise it again now, he'd have a hole in him the size of big ben. Shaun tried to keep his composure. He didn't look death in the face before often. In fact he perfered to put a bag over death's head and make her sit in the corner. Shaun was a coward at heart and it seems these two knew it. Then the awkward standoff was interupted by screaming inside the park. Shaun didn't look back. He didn't want to take his eyes off the pair with the weapons on him.
Shaun : "More than you can handle mate! Now are we done measuring our peckers? Can we just put the guns down? i really don't feel like dying today..... Do you? You shoot that gun and you're going to have some proper pissed off bloakes headed your way, what kinda supplies you think you'll get then? Look if it makes you more comfortable how bout this?"
Shaun put his gun on the floor and kicked it over to the strangers. He had both hands in the air now. The gun didn't do him much good anyways. He would have fired and missed even if he was close enough to whisper in the bloak's ear. He was eyeing his bag with the rest of his supplies and guns out of the corner of his eye. He was about to make a run for it if they didn't drop the macho shit soon. He didn't have the stomach for it. He was doing all he could not to let his voice crack as he spoke. If things got any more fucked than they were right now then he'd just grab his bag and run like hell. He didn't owe these people in the park anything and the park wasn't worth dying over. Shaun nervously looked to the woman hoping she'd just lower her gun and accept that he wasn't yanking their chains.
Shaun: "Name's Shaun, i'm a new arrival to the park just like you..... These people take people in, but not if you're going to be a couple of twats! put the gun down."
Shaun pleaded with them one last time before he said fuck it and made a break for safety. He wanted to end this peacefully, he didn't want the nice people in the park anymore fucked then they already were. Blonde bombshell was already held up at gunpoint and he felt bad about that. But if he didn't end this quickly or run away, whoever was in the park holding up bombshell could spot him pissing away time with his friends and that would be very bad indeed.
Last Edit: Jun 17, 2016 23:18:16 GMT -5 by Deleted
Emmett watched as the man came out and lowered his gun. She wondered if he was security and if that were the case, this place was fucked. She lowered hers as well, knowing Anse would rightly take him out with the maul if it came to blows. She saw what he did up in New York and she wasn't worried about his abilities in the least.
"Yea, last I saw, I didn't have a pecker." She took a few steps closer as Anse asked about who was inside and she could see this guy was trying really hard to make a stand.
"We're not gonna shoot you if you don't do anything stupid to us."
She looked back at Anse, who, in her opinion, looked menacing enough for the both of them. She just hoped this guy didn't think he was some sort of bodyguard for her. Finally, he introduced himself and said he was new, like they were, to this theme park.
"I'm Emmett." She would let Anse answer for himself. They were paired up for travel, but that was about it. In a way, they were looking out for each other and he had really grown on her even though he barely spoke.
"You got power in there? Any water and food?" She didn't have a desire to take it, but she was prepared to negotiate whatever they could get out of the park.
Emmet spoke enough for the both of them, didn't she? He had nothing to say for the most part, noting how quickly Shaun was to surrender despite the fact that he could've had an advantage if he wanted.. The thing was, Anse could see it in his eyes. This one wasn't a murderer, and he wasn't even a coward, he was a normal enough man. Most people were lucky, they died early, and those who didn't? Often turned out to be like Emmet, nice enough but wayward and lost. The rare few were like Anse, devils in their own right. He thought about braining him right then and there with the maul but he didn't. No, instead? Instead, he just tapped the bottom of that Maul's shaft against the man's gun. "Pick it up." Was all he said at that moment before backing on up and shooting a look towards the woman he was traveling with before looking back to Shaun.
"See to your friends." The sounds in the distance didn't sound good at all, and that much caused him to release a sight, shifting that weapon about in his hands, ready to use the maul if he had to. Emmet had her rifle out, no need to get his. Besides, they both already knew how lethal he was with that tool in his hands, he could swing it all day and night and never get tired from it, and that was before he used it against zombies.
Zombies, people, their heads split the same when the maul hit them.
He just hoped he didn't have to kill anymore people.
Shaun's eyes narrowed when the scary guy offered to let him grab his gun and quote "see to his friends." He took a few slow cautious steps foward hand still in a non threatening way and slowly picked up the gun. He gave the two one last look before he turned and ran back over to his bag. He grabbed it and slung it over he shoulder before running over to the sounds in the park. Unbeknownst to any of them, the situation in the park was over, it had been a short affair and had only lasted a few moments. Lane was released from the giftshop and Faith was dead, Brina and Dan were over by the giftshop and Julie had wandered off looking for her brother not caring about much else. Shaun took off in the direction of what he thought would be a "situation." But instead he ran smack right into Julie who was coming over to the entrance in search of Lane. He about knocked her over. He smiled when he saw she was ok. It would have been a dam shame for a beautiful woman like that with a pair of tits so nice to get killed no days it was slim pickins, but this park seemed to be filled with beautiful women.
Shaun: "Bombshell..... i mean julie, glad to see you're alright love, this is emette and i didn't catch the bloak's name, he don't seem to be much of a talker. Everything ok back there?"
Shaun nodded his head towards the back of the park where Lane had been screaming and looked back to Julie before looking back at the new arrivals, who were still standing over by the front gate. He felt they seemed ok. The girl was nice enough, the guy seemed to be a bit of a dick, but at least he hadn't brained him to death with that scary looking weapon he was holding so he couldn't be too bad. Shaun leaned over to Julie and whispered to her.
Shaun: "These people seem ok they're just a bit nervous."
Upon slapping the holy shit out of Faith, Julie was right mad. She was mad at herself for letting a pretty girl turn her on her own, brother. Jumping to conclusions and thinking Lane was capable or rape? Lane couldn't hurt a fly. She had known her brother all her life and she knew that he was a good man. Maybe a bit shady, and he's certainly done some terrible things, but overall he was a good person and only did what he had to, to keep him and his sister surviving. Julie was wandering around the park looking for her brother when she started rounding the corner to see that weird british guy sprinting at her and almost took her out. She managed to sidestep him at the last second. He exclaimed that he was coming to help with whatever the commontion was.
Julie: "Oh sugar you're late to the party, that's over'n done wit. Have you seen a tall lanky sum'bitch with a crazed look in his eye wandering around? i need ta....."
Her voice trailed off when she saw the two at the front gate. She smiled warmly at them when Shaun told her that they seemed like ok people. Today was full of surprises. She took a step forward, knowing they were a touch on the nervous side. But she had been through the ringer today already. She had been held up by a stranger, lost a lover and found out her brother was innocent all within the course of the last hour. That's a lot of highs and lows of emotional whiplash in such a short time. She didn't have the patience for the slow and cautious approach. She looked over and saw a beverage cart sitting off to the side. She walked over and opened the lid. Reaching inside she emerged with two beers, they were warm and probably tasted like shit, but they'd do the trick to get you nice and toasted if you had a few of them. She walked up to the strangers and handed one to each of them. Not afraid at all. She gave a small smile to the man and a bigger smile to the woman as she handed them the beer.
Julie: "Name's Julie, i run this place! I'm suppose'n you'all have questions and you'll get'chur answers, but for now just come in and sit a spell. Rest your tired bones and maybe ride a ride or two, we have quite a few up and running here, sure beats twittle'n your thumbs. Get'chu somethin to eat too. Place's full'o food if you like cotton candy and expired candies and whatnot. Feel free to explore and welcome to Busch Gardens!"
Julie welcomed the new arrivals and walked off letting her cheerful smile fade away quickly once her back was turned. She was friendly enough, but she had to find Lane and she was still pissed at Faith, oh that bitch better hope i don't bump into her or i'll give her another wallopping. Julie thought as she walked off. As she walked past shaun she pat him on the shoulder and nodded as if to say good job, and disappeared behind the bend. Leaving Shaun there with the strangers. Shaun shrugged and said.
Shaun: "Well lads, i guess you got an all day pass to the park. Feel free to do ......... whatever the hell you want!"
Shaun wandered off leaving the two new arrivals to decide if they wanted to come in and explore the park. He was going to go find a nice quiet secluded spot and sit down and take a nap. He was exhausted after all this mucking about and just wanted to get in a quick nap by the water in his favorite lawn chair.
(( OOC: I play Julie Lane and Shaun in the park just in case anyone was wondering.... ))
Last Edit: Jun 18, 2016 16:09:33 GMT -5 by Deleted
Lane stalked his way through the park. He hadn't seen a single person except that stupid little bitch he just left. He walked with his shoulders slumped and the severed head in his grasp bouncing around. He had blood on his knuckles and no emotion on his face. Lane wondered where everyone was. He was so tired, and his head was pounding. Still no sign of Julie. Lane looked up and saw ahead of him a haunted house ride. He stepped inside. Sitting on the track was a car for the ride. It looked familiar, he remebered the particular scuff marks on the seat. He climbed in the car. His long lanky legs barely had any room. He pulled the safty bar down and closed his eyes. He was remembering something happy. He ran his bloody hand along the safty bar. This is where her hands were he thought. He looked over to his right and pictured himself with her, nervously kissing her soft lips. Lane raised his bloody hand to his lip and ran his thumb across it; like he had done once on a day long ago. He couldn't remember how long he had sat there in the car in the haunted house ride, but he looked up and saw bits of moonlight piercing in through the blackness all around him.
Lane: "Goodnight Charly...... get some sleep, i'll see you tomorrow yeah?"
He said aloud to no one in particular except the fake rubber ghouls that populated the ride. He was remembering one of the best days of his life. He was remembering the day that he first kissed her. He didn't know how true that last part of the statement really was. He was just repeating what he said that day in the dark. He didn't know that Grey was on his way to make a trade for the woman he loved...... All it would cost him was the person he cared about more than anything in this world ....... His sister Julie.
Lane laid his head back on the seat and closed his eyes. He was so very tired and all he wanted to do was rest.
Thread closed...... New thread will be called "The trade" and things are about to get a little bumpy enjoy!
Last Edit: Jun 19, 2016 12:31:51 GMT -5 by Deleted
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