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Sabita's brown eyes blinked in confusion for a moment. Stareing at him while tilting to hint towards his confusing words. What Freind? OHHH she mentally slapped herself with the stupid self as her head turned back to the sedan behind her. Taking notice of the man in the lighting in the back of it looking at something. The same pathetically sad face on him making Sab feeling a little bad for him but not all that much. Turning her head back to the man that had asked about the companion in her car. "Sorry I don't control him. Besides he has the emotional stability of jello. Kept mumbling about a Alfie or whatever" Shrugging her shoulders. Shooting her stare in the direction of the fucker talking about God. Why the hell didn't he just put his gun down so we could all get inside damn it. "I don't think it matters if you were trained by fricken Martians or military... Doesn't mean you can't kill them with it."
Joe turned slowly gazing through his shades at the girl "Well I am a former member of the United States of America Marine Core, and last I checked the planet Mars has zero inhabitants or a military service. Fact is if I wanted anyone here dead they would already be so... I'm acting in the interests of my son... Im not putting it down. That's the kind of action that gets a man killed these days." He spat his piece of gum out into the snow and looked back at the inhabitants "My offer stands, I have canned food and medicine for some space inside and a blanket for my boy... I think thats a good offer... I would suggest you get the better end of that deal."
Post by Dean LeMarchal on Mar 11, 2015 18:57:28 GMT -5
Dean heard how the man protested to place his gun down. Just as he was about to react he heard the kid was sick, which made him a little calmer. It was then the woman answered his question and he learned that the guy in the back seat must have been through a lot. Then she commented on the other guy. Dean thought her comment as funny and he smiled a little bit but his face went immediately back to serious.
The man answered and gave a comment about mars and how getting the gun down would get him killed. But then he offered food and medical supplies again to get his kid warm and Dean heart melted a bit. He loved kids, never had one and he didn’t know if he wanted one of his own, would be impossible now anyway, but he always loved other people their kids. “Well ok, but just because the kid is sick and don’t try anything cause when you do, the people here and myself will make sure you won’t live to tell it.” Dean said as he glared at the guy.
Then he turned to Mirek. “This was the right choice right, I mean he has a kid?” Dean whispered softly so only Mirek could hear. Then he turned back to the other. “You can all keep your guns, but once inside you will leave them at the door, they are free to grab, but we can’t have everyone in the house walking around with guns and bows.” Dean said in a strict tone. “So you don’t have to turn them in, just leave them inside next to the door and you can take them when you need them.” He added in the same tone.
“Mirek are you taking them inside?” Dean asked as he looked at Mirek. Then he turned to the woman. “Feel free to go inside, I’ll try to bring him in as well.” Dean said as he pointed at the guy in the backseat.
Then Dean walked over to the car and looked through the window. He saw the guy and noticed his eyes, they looked broken, he could tell this guy had been crying for long. Dean felt bad as he saw him and wondered why he was so sad. Besides the sadness Dean had to admit that this guy wasn’t bad looking, but first things first, get him out the car and try to figure out what happened. So he knocked on the window.
Post by Nickiah LeMarchal on Mar 11, 2015 19:19:20 GMT -5
Faintly the young man could hear foot steps over his own sniffling and crying. Maybe it was one of the people who had aimed at his companion. Coming to kill him? Not that he cared very much anymore. All he wanted to do was wake up from the endless nightmare. Thoughts and memories of life before flew into his mind. Reminding him of a better time where he didn't have to worry about being eaten alive. A time when his Alfien alive and still a asshole a little. Nick suddenly was wishing for all the things he used to hate about Alfred to come back. Wiping the steady stream of tears off his cheek. Cleaning it off just for more salty tears to come. The tapping on the window near him surprised him a bit. Not enough for him to look in the direction of the man. Just enough for him to mumble through his palms. "Did you come to kill me? Because I wouldn't care." The tan man asked as his tear filled eyes kept looking at that dumb drunk picture. The man wouldn't of cared if this all had been a trap and the farm was a den of bandits. He just wanted the fucking day to end.
As everything looked like it was going to shit, it quickly repaired itself. The woman lowered her weapon to the ground and the man made an offer to the group. He'd give them supplies if him and his sick son could stay. He looked between the two with squinting eyes as the snowfall started. "Yeah... Yeah, you can stay" he said with a soft voice, looking up at the oncoming snow. "We better get inside before th weather gets worse". Dean told the woman to let her friend show his face. Mirek looked over to him with a nod in greeting. Dean approached Mirek and wondered if letting them stay was the right decision. Mirek thought for a minute, morally, yes, it had to be right, but would it endanger them? possibly. They couldn't trust these people just yet and maybe they might overcrowd the farm. "We'll have to wait and see" he said with a glance at Dean.
He watched as Dean instructed them to place their guns by the door, he saw that he could handle it. Mirek went through the door, hopefully Annie wouldn't mind her farm was a god damn party. "Hey" he said aloud to everyone in the house. "We have some more recruits".
Joe led Martin inside and placed his weapons at the door but had his Swiss Army knife in his pocket encase anything went down. He proceeded to see a blanket of sorts on a chair and picked it up wrapping his son up quickly and telling him to sit down. He took of his shades placing them in his pocket and stood still looking around surveying the site with his eyes he remained silent for a moment trying to judge what was going on.
"Sleep would be nice. But with all the talking I might not be able to," Vince said looking at the doc. "If they are good maybe the flare was a good idea," Vince smiled. It still hurt but he could manage for now. When the doc pulled a bottle of painkillers he took it and took one Pill. "Thank you, hopefully that will hell."
He heard a women talk, the pregnant one, or he at least hoped she was pregnant. "You bloody shot me. Why the fuck would you do that," he yelled, "are you insane. I was surrendering i gave them my bag." His gab, which was still outside.
He tried to stand up, but that pain was to much. He sat back down clutching his shoulder. "I need to leave. I can't stay that long," he said looking at the ring. He had to get out, go east. Kevin was out there he had to find him.
Post by Joseph MacMillan on Mar 11, 2015 22:38:55 GMT -5
Hearing someone mention the RV, Joe turned and looked over in that direction. "Yeah, that's my RV," he replied, "chock-a-block full of supplies - food, additional medical supplies, clothes - attached to a Silverado that's unfortunately got a blown hose. Assuming there's no additional snow, it should still be there tomorrow," smiling at the last bit.
Seeing the woman - a pregnant woman by the looks of it, he thought - moving over towards the window, he got up and walked over there as well, if for no other reason than to take the stress off his right leg. "Yeah, I think everyone showed up after I shot that flare off earlier," adding, "maybe you shoulda' shot me in the shoulder instead of Vince back there," pointing his thumb backwards towards the injured man.
Just then he heard Vince yell something towards the pregnant woman; turning around, he said, "Hey, calm down, alright...what's happened's happened; no need to re-hash it, okay?" Walking back over, he knelt back down next to the couch and whispered to Vince in as stern a voice as he could muster, "Best thing you can do, my friend, is rest; that shoulder's gotta' heal up before you can even think of doing anything else, okay? Now try to get some rest and I'll take another look at it, alright?"
Getting back up, he walked back to the window and continued watching whatever was going on outside, hoping nothing else was going to happen in the meantime...
Zack gently grabbed Sisa's shoulders. "It would help ease my mind if you stayed away from the window." The archer smiled at the mother of his unborn child. "You gotta take it easy love." Zack tried to get her away from the commotion going on outside.
Having started the fire Zack stood beside his raven haired beauty. "Please sit down for a few hours for once." Zack gently placed a hand on her stomach. "Do it for this little one."
Post by Sisa Huamani on Mar 12, 2015 17:14:02 GMT -5
It took every strength of will not to yell at the Doctor for bringing up that she had shot the brown man in a prison jumpsuit. Thinking back on her words perhaps she sounded a little bit like her father. Some aspects of him she admired but being racist was one of those things she tried to not let it run its self on to her. A sigh just escaped her lips as she stared at the doctor nodding to just give s reply. Dark brown eyes narrowed on the man who she shot. Taking a lot more will power to mumble a few curses mixed in the language of Spanish and Quechua. A smile came over her a little bit as she sighed again. Following the man she loved who was obviously trying to get her away from the commotion that had been outside. Taking a seat on a empty end table. Close enough that she could stare at the fire as Zack talked about her taking it easy. Enjoying his hand on her belly but not what he was suggesting. "Zack I'm not a frail defensless thing... I can take care of myself." She spoke kindly even though she was serious. Maybe she was being a little stubborn about it though.
Vince nodded at the man. "You're right. Best not them kick me out," he smiled, "ecspecially with my shoulder. You said I should rest?" He asked "I might just do that, nothing better to do."
Vince leaded back on the couch. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the noise. People were talking. Vince just clutched the ring around the chain on his neck. His fingers traced the name, mind going back to the memories. The little house they were going to buy, the small italian resturant on the corner. The last night they shared together. The last kiss. He let out sigh. I'm coming home Kev, just a small stop, he thought.
Annie was losing it, she could not believe all these people showing up at one time. What , did someone have a neon sign above the cabin, or what? Then Joseph mentioned the flare. Damn, that's it. She gripped the back of the couch for a moment, and then put her hands up, "I, " she didn't know what to say. She moved and shrugged into her coat, 'I am going out to the barn for a bit." She needed to get out, to get away from everyone, just to think it all through.
So many people and they had yet to get the place in order. She snatched the door open and walked out into the snow. She headed for the barn. Let them figure it out, she was tired and a bit overwhelmed.
Post by Joseph MacMillan on Mar 13, 2015 1:14:12 GMT -5
"Yeah, try to get some rest, alright, Vince?" Joe said, hoping to calm his erstwhile patient down. As things seemed to settle down a bit - well, seemed to, he thought, noting how Annie seemed to take off outside for some reason. Taking a moment to relax, he grabbed his backpack and pulled out a small, dog-eared, leather-bound book out and opened it, sliding the bookmark aside. He began reading quietly so as not to disturb anyone. Where was I? he whispered, adding, ahh, there, Ecclesiates 9:11... I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all....
As Mirek and all who were outside entered, the place definitely seemed crowded. Would they have enough room for these people? Probably not, but they'd have to try and work something out. He watched as everyone got settled, he also noticed Annie say she was going to the barn and she walked out of the house. Mirek ran after the woman and caught her mid way to the barn. "Annie! Wait..." he said eventually catching her. "Don't go to the barn yet, that's where we'll make the newcomers go for a day or so, like we did with Dean". He looked at the woman and awaited a response.
Dark brown eyes stared around the room at face's. Sab didn't say anything to the people sense she wasn't asked anything. Keeping herself close to the nearest wall by the door as her eyes looked out the window taking notice od the s now falling. The. She took notice that her crying companion wasn't there anymore. The young women noticed how the red head suddenly seemed that she wanted to leave. "Sorry.. if it's overwhelming" She whispered to the redhead as she walked by her to the outside night.
Post by Sisa Huamani on Mar 14, 2015 10:44:27 GMT -5
Sisa decided it was best to just drop her stupid feelings on the subject with Zack. She knew that she was most likely just overacting again. Her ears heard the doctor suggest some rest for the man she had shot. Despite she hadn't expressed it as much the guilt of shooting the man was eating at her. Quickly as she has sat down the young women got up and walked to her room swiftly. When she returned she had a pillow in her arms as her brown eyes stared down as she walked towards Vince. "Here. Sorry for shooting you.. Guess I'm having trust problems" Placing the pillow next to Vince if he hadn't accept it from her hand. The offering a pillow didn't help her guilt but it was a attempt for pregnant women.
Dark brown eyes looked at at the man who arrived with who she assumed was his son. The pregnant gal looked at the bag of medicine that was by the doctor. Walking over toward the doctor she silently pointed at the teen so the Doc would know why she would be in the bag. Digging through it a little bit until she found some cough drops. Sisa looked at the teenage boy with concern as she introduced herself to the Joe. "Hey.. I'm Sisa. Anyways i figured you two may have been outside a while so I though you two wouldn't hate a offer of cough drops?" She asked kindly holding the drops out for them to take if they wanted. The pregnant women stood and waited.
Zack smiled watching Sisa. She would make a great mother. Moving over to the fire Zack rolled out his wet socks in front of the fire. Pulling on some clean socks Zack saw Annie going to the Barn. Zack grabbed his bow and quiver before he slipped his shoes on again.
Walking out into the snow Zack followed Annies footprints he walked up to the barn. Pulling the door open Zack entered. "Annie? Its Zack." He announced himself before he entered shutting the door keeping the cold out.
Joe looked down to Martin who was shivering cold. The boy was wrapped up in a blanket. He then spoke to the woman who had approached "That would be great thank you Sisa." He then took the cough drops and gave the one to his son whilst keeping the other in his pocket so Martin could have another later. He then looked back "Martin is thankful"
Post by Joseph MacMillan on Mar 15, 2015 1:25:39 GMT -5
As he sat by the couch and continued to read, Joe saw Sisa lean down and reach into the bag nearby him; he was about to say something when he saw her hand a couple of cough drops to a couple of the newcomers - a man and his son, by the looks of it. Things seem to have settled down a bit, he thought, taking a moment to look behind him at his patient, who was resting comfortably. Maybe things will turn out alright here after all.
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.
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