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Great the asshole was back and he was spewing orders. "Great just what we need," Dexter said under his breath, "you winning charm." Then the guy tried to make a joke. It seemed it fell flat, or the truck interupted. Either way it made Dexter smirk. The guy was bossy, gave orders when they didn't need any. He was loud and reeked of a cop.
Dexter walked forward his gun still drawn. It seemed the others were joining back up and pointing their guns. The Aussie seemed to know the truck driver, as did Aaron. Dexter didn't like it, seemed to lucky. If this guy found them then the crazy fuckers after the group would too. This guy showed out of no where and happened to roll into the same pisshole town they did. How the hell did he even know they were going this way? Either the bastard was lucky or he had been following them.
When the guy stepped forward Dexter sized him up. He still had his gun drawn, not giving the guy a chance. Dexter kept it drawn on the man, listening to him ask for water. "Don't have water. But there's these barrels. Somone has to see if ther are drinkable, I say it's you. I was going to suggest the cop, but you work just as good. So come on, take a drink. We don't even know what the fuck's in them."
Post by Remy LaCroix on Jun 4, 2015 6:30:24 GMT -5
Remy covered her eyes as the sun peeked between the clouds, casting harsh shadows against the ground while Damon got out of his truck and shakily asked for some water. She stayed by the SUV for a moment until everything was loaded up. She kept the machete at her side, still dripping blood as she went inside and took off the blood soaked shirt. She threw it on the floor and walked around the the aisles looking for a new shirt she could throw on. Next came the blood soaked jeans that were left on the floor also as she walked around looking for a good pair of durable pants to wear. The clothing on the floor would leave a mystery for the next person or people that came across this sleepy little town unless they were to find the armless and legless walker in back.
She found a pair of black tactical pants that seemed to fit well with her slim frame and a another t-shirt that she enjoyed wearing before coming back out and walking across the street to where they parked. Luca had seen the new girl and rationalized that she hadn't come blasting at them yet and Grant recognized the guy that drove up in the truck as someone that survived the attack. Back at the Lexus, she reached into her backpack, pulled out a half drank bottle of water and went between those that were pointing guns as Damon, tossing the bottle of water at him.
"Here."
This group was growing and that made her nervous. She felt like she was slipping back into the role she knew she couldn't handle and with that responsibility came the inevitable. Loss.
"The car I found has a full tank, but we need to gas up the other cars, get something to eat and hit the road."
She moved over towards Luca and spoke with an almost cold tone.
"I'm going to Louisiana. Ya'll are welcomed to follow. Your choice."
She didn't want to say why or where she was going within the sleepy state, but it was already made up in her mind where she was going. Alone or not.
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 Jun 4, 2015 8:53:24 GMT -5
Damon's survival instincts were kicking in as he caught the bottle looking at this stranger as he drank. His throat was less dry now "Why dont you pour some out and observe the fluid? Use the other four senses besides taste to find out what it is" It seemed odd to him these people were not looking at or smelling the fluid. Guinea pig testing made no sense.
He then passed Remy her water back. He then held up his keys "Got a quarter of the tank left in the truck if you want to Sisyphean some off? Besides that there's little inside of value" He slung his rifle back onto his shoulder and limped a step still stood by Aron
"Who made it from the Lake? I wasnt close to anyone really but just curious"
Aron responded to Damon's question about who had survived the attack. "Well, Anthony, Grant and I escaped together and then ran into this lot, Remy, Luca, Sasha, Dexter, Riker, his girl." Aron wasn't trying to be rude but he didn't know her name, so just referred to her as Riker's girl considering she spent all her time with him. "And the family." He was talking about the family who had recently joined, who he intended to but hadn't spoken to yet. "And that's us. And these barrels, they're part of the fam now." Aron was also surprised that nobody had inspected the liquid in the barrels yet. "Ay, someone wanna check the liquid? He's gotta point."
Aron then folded his arms and watched as Remy spoke up about going to Louisiana, being British, he honestly didn't know where that was, he had no idea about American geography, it wasn't his intention to get trapped here on vacation. He wasn't really sure where he would go, his only requirement was that Sasha would be with him, he would make a decision soon. For now, he'd just listen.
Riker kept a good eye trained on the man that arrived. He looked shakey. All he wanted was some water and Remy handed it to him. How did she know he wasn't some scout that had come looking for them from the man that destroyed that camp back in Colorado? Aron seemed to recognize him though and it seemed he had escaped the same fate as the rest of them. Except for him, Sam and their newest companions of Skyy and Brodie. He lowered his gun and decided to get back to work to fill up the gas cans.
"Come on kid. I think they have this under control."
However, when Remy mentioned going to Louisiana, a wry smile came across his lips. His memories of the Crescent City were all good. Booze, women, riding across the bridge into a city that had sin tucked away in its back pocket. He went back to Sam and Skyy and looked between the pair. "Looks like we're headed to New Orleans. Maybe Baton Rouge. You ladies ever try a mint julip before?" He motioned for Brodie to help him siphon the gas as he looked at both women.
"Why don't you see if you can find food for the baby inside that feed store? I think Luca and Remy would want to know there's a baby with us."
Post by Remy LaCroix on Jun 6, 2015 6:06:27 GMT -5
Others were still gathering up their supplies of gasoline, oil and whatever else they needed to get them to where they wanted to go. She suspected they would all want to travel as a group and it reminded her of the group that was driven out of California because of raiders. It was the same story no matter where she went -- find a group, settle down, be driven off. Most of the time that involved those she cared about getting killed. That was the very reason why she wanted to go alone. When you were alone, the only person you had to care about was yourself. Luca was making that very difficult.
She looked over at him as he hung back but her attention was shifted to Grant and Anthony as they came down from the roof of the building. She was glad Anthony was making friends and it looked like the sniper was a good friend to have, but she wanted to know more about him.
Pushing away from the SUV she found herself approaching him and Anthony with a focused gaze on Grant. Her arms were wrapped around her torso and she looked back at Aron as he integrated Damon into the group. "So what's your story Grant? How did you end up in the States and why are you with us?"
So much for tact. Luca could be obnoxious but he was alright with people with a like mind. She had seen him explode and she had seen him calm. She still wasn't sure what his personality had in store and she wanted to know what kind of man Grant was. She wanted to know what she was getting herself into with this group.
As soon as he saw Damon step out of the vehicle and apporach Grant lowered his rifel. He pulled it up and slung it his back, Damon was friendly from what he remebered, a little out there, but friendly. It seemed he had given up his bike for the truck, made Grant wonder if it was in the back. The man asked for water, but he didn't have any to give. He eyed the punk who had been in the hoodie who suggested he drink the mysterious liquid. Grant didn't like him, the kid could present a problem later on. Grant turned his attention back to Damon as Remy handed the man the water, least they were cooperating.
As Aaron explained who was in the group, Grant went along side of the vehicles. He pulled off the sniper and set it on the roof of the car. From there he pulled off his pack and stretched his arm. He felt he could unarm for a second, let someone else keep watch as he relaxed the best he could. He continued to stetch and loosen his muscle after climbing all that way up. His hand went into the neck of his shirt and on to the wound on his shoulder. It was old, but still hurt every now and then. His fingers traced the scar left by the bullet as he looked back at the group. They were a rag tag bunch, must be every Australian and British person left in the country here now.
He saw Remy approach him and looked up at her. She started asking questions and he just looked on at her. He had only seen her briefly, when he ha rode up with Logan and the rest of the guards to find her. It had been a short interaction, before she was gone again. He wondered why she ran in the first place, and if she would do it again. He looked at her and realized he hadn't answered he questions. He looked back at the group then at her, and finally he spoke.
"My story is a boring one, I'm on vacation. I came here to get away, to forget. My brother wanted to surf, I wanted to drink away my troubles. We decied to take a trip. That was a long time ago, nearly two years. That's how I ended up here, in the States. I was in Australia before that, served in the military, fiancé cheated on me with my best friend, good times." He looked away, "I was trained as a sniper, and I'm good at it too. Besides that not much else, military ha been my life. The reason I'm with you now is because this is the only group I have. I had been at Bear Lake just under three or four weeks. I was part of the guard, participated in training. I left during the fighting, or the aftermath. I left with Aaron and Anthony. We walked a long time, trying to get away. I'm just following them, and now you. If you have a problem with that then you can say it. I had been given orders to protect Anthony when we went out there, on a run, or in a fight. I want to follow those through, even if the person giving them is did. Anthony is a good guy, but he's not fit out for all this. He's almost broken, I want to pull him away from that."
Post by Remy LaCroix on Jun 6, 2015 11:26:15 GMT -5
He was part of Ellen's guard. She snorted as he said that, turning her head to give Anthony a sideways glance. She wondered how deeply he had embedded himself in that culture with the psycho sorority and Grant would easily see that displeased look on her features.
"Ordered? You know you don't have to follow orders from dead people."
Her southern twang was even more vibrant off her tongue as she said that. Her distaste in situations was often reflected by the twang in her voice. The more southern it was, the more she didn't like what was happening. But she couldn't argue. He was watching over Anthony who he believed needed to be guarded. She released her hands from around her waist and rubbed her hands against the fabric of the new utility pants, feeling a price tag still attached. She yanked at it gently as she continued her inquisition.
"And what makes you think Anthony wants you to do that? He's his own man, you know."
She looked back at Grant with an icy gaze. She had to be like this. It's what she told herself over and over again. Be cold, be distant, be safe. She remembered a time when she smiled a lot more but that time was long gone. It started when Lex left her in the dust.
"I don't care if you follow. I just hope you know who you're following and why."
Her being the person he said he was following and the why being completely unknown to her. If it seemed like she was trying to push him away by questioning what he thought he knew, then he would be spot on. She would hurt if Anthony went another way, but she knew that hurt would go away. It always did when the next horde came along.
Last Edit: Jun 6, 2015 11:27:38 GMT -5 by Remy LaCroix
Grant saw her sour face at the mention of the bear lake guards and just laughed. She seemed displeased at them, didn't like how they ran the place. The guards and Ellen kept the camp safe, the best they could. They ran a tight ship but it worked. They were reasonable when it came to people, at least towards Grant. He had no quarrel with them, it wasn't until the attack that he saw weakness. They were unprepared, defenceless. The Lake was caught off guard, wasn't their fault.
"I happene to like these orders," Grant said, "Anthony is a good man. A better heart than most out there. But he's here now. I didn't mean pull him away from anyone or anything. I mean show him his worth. You didn't see what I saw, on the way here, when Randall was threatening him. I know you don't want that for Anthony, I don't either."
Grant looked back over to the group, away from where he was off to the side. He turned his gaze back to Remy who felt cold and distant. Times were tough but she didn't have to be like this.
"What did you have againt Bear Lake," he asked calmly, "food and shelter was to good for you? Or do you just not like following orders," he asked with a half smile, "why did you run from it? Maybe it would have been different if you stayed, people alive."
He looked down at the ground, "I know who I'm following here. I don't have anywhere else to go. Plus, I think you're going to need me. When the enemy catches up you'll need me. Take that as your why. I'm trying to survive, and I'd rather do it with people then without. This group has good people, that's why I follow."
Post by Remy LaCroix on Jun 7, 2015 6:00:06 GMT -5
Remy shook her head and chuckled as he spoke about taking orders. Rank and order didn't exist anymore. She had spent so much time on her own that honestly, someone's orders didn't mean shit unless it meant staying alive. If it meant gathering food and water, then orders were necessary -- other then that, it didn't mean anything. She learned that the hard way. She was once a leader that tried to give those orders and everything fell apart because they weren't followed. Even when followed, things fell apart. She saw that at Bear Lake.
"What I had against Bear Lake is that a bunch of kids was trying to run their own asylum. That place wasn't a sanctuary. It was a death trap and the people that ran it didn't know their asses from their brains."
She leaned back against a car, watching Riker and Samantha as she spoke. The price tag was finally pulled off the pants and she let it gently float down to the ground. The little piece of paper looked so graceful as it floated easily to the ground. It reminded her that all things of grace and beauty failed to exist anymore.
"You were fooled."
When he spoke about her needing him she snapped her gaze back to him. He was cocky. She liked that, but she also thought it would be his undoing. "You think I need you? Do you really? You wanna know the reason I left that place? It was because I didn't need anyone. I didn't want to need anyone. When I'm on my own, everyone survives. I'm being hunted, like a damn dog. You want to be hunted too? Then keep following. You want to live? Then go your own way."
She pushed away from him and decided the entire group needed to hear the same thing. She could only assume she was being hunted and that Anthony happened to be a lone survivor from the Miami group that stayed with. If he had gone on to Texas, he wouldn't be worrying about any of this...or so she assumed.
Last Edit: Jun 7, 2015 6:21:49 GMT -5 by Remy LaCroix
Grant watched the little paper flutter down, blowing as it went. He didn't look up at her, he couldn't believe what she was saying. A death trap? If it wasn't for her then there wouldn't have been a death trap. It was the closest thing to a sanctuary, at least Bear lake was trying. They had taken in civillians, families, people unlike himself and Remy, people who couldn't surviv. Until the attack it seemed like they would have made it, Remy was wrong.
"It wasn't run by kids. Logan, the old sniper, he wasn't a kid. You could see he ran the place, took charge. They protected people there, more then I've seen anywhere else. They protected families, Civillian, people unfit to be in this world. Was that trully so bad, a death trap. You might not need people, but others do."
He stepped back and watched her gaze meet his own. He looked her up and down an listened to her speak. For someone wantig to be alone peole sure flocked to her. She wanted to be alone then let her. Grant wasn't following her, he was following Anthony and Aaron. She happened to be along in his plan, whatever's it was. He smirked at her agajn.
"Oh you do need me. See when the dog has enough it turn on the Hunter. If it's bite is strong enough then it will win. And your bite isn't very strong. If you want to be alone, and blame yourself for all this then why stay," Grant asked looking at her, "I won't just go on my own, I don't want to be alone. I did confidence in others. But if that's what you want, and you think it's you they are hunting, then why stay? There's nothing stopping you from leaving. The group will go on, they'll miss you, but they'll move on. Why don't you just take a car and leave? We have enough now, could spare one."
Post by Remy LaCroix on Jun 7, 2015 17:14:08 GMT -5
Remy was going to say something more about Logan and the Settlement but decided this was a losing argument. Grant believed what he was going to believe and she was going to believe what she wanted to believe. In the end, it didn't even matter. Most back there were dead, including innocent people who had no idea how to survive in this world.
"I wasn't plannin on stayin. I got a car, I got supplies and I'll be on my way soon enough."
He called her out about her bite not being strong enough. Hell, she didn't even know how to shoot a gun, much less be willing to take out Adolphus. Now that she knew he had followed them, it was only a matter of running. How long would he hunt her down for and why was he doing it? She had no value to him and nothing to offer. There was no ransoming and no negotiating.
"I don't get it. Haven't you lost everything like the rest of us? Why do you want care about people? It ain't going to get you nothing but heartache."
It was clear she wanted to be alone, didn't want to travel with them. What she said proved it, she was impatient, stubborn, and got straight to the point. He knew the others didn't want her to leave, that Luca and Anthony wouldn't let that happen. They'd want to stay with her, but she didn't want that. Grant didn't know what to think of her, if she wanted to leave then let her, Gran would follow the others.
"If you're leving you know we'll follow you. Luca, will follow, Anthony will. I'll follow them as will the others. You may want to be alone but you won't be. You'll have followers, it's inevitbale." He loked down, "if you wanted to be alone I suggest you leave now. Take the car with a little supplies, head away from New Orleans, as that's where they'd look. It's the only way, otherwise you won't be alone."
Grant started to walk back to the others. He didn't know what else to say to her, besides what he already had. As of now he didn't care about her past, or how she got here. They had their differences, she wanted to be alone, he wanted others. He felt the need to keep people alive, and knew she did too, they just had different methods.
"I've lost more than enough," Grant said looking back her, "before and after all this. I know loss. I know heart aches. I can take it. I don't want others to feel it, that's why I protect them. I think it's you who hasn't felt loss. You keep running and leaving how could you loose anything?"
Brodie picked up the sex toy gas siphon and looked at Riker. "What's this supposed to be?"
Skyy picked up Jill and held the tot on her hip. Grinning to Riker, she clapped him on the shoulder and gleefully stated, "Enjoy!" Then she made her way over to the two Riker had called Luca and Remy, though she stopped short when Remy and a different man appeared to be having an argument or at least a very serious conversation.
Jill suddenly stated matter of factly, "Mama!"
Skyy gasped and turned her face to the child on her hip who was growing increasingly heavy, "Jill, shush! It's rude to interrupt." Jill poked her lip out and pointed to her mouth in a quiet symbol Skyy had taught her meaning 'hungry'. "Okay, honey. Hang on a minute." Setting the child down, she opened her backpack and pulled out a bag of Pepperidge Farm Goldfish crackers and handed the bag to Jill. What she wouldn't give for lots of fresh fruit and milk.
Taking Jill by the hand, she firmed up her resolve and approached Remy, Grant, and Luca. "I'm really sorry to interrupt--"
She was cut off by Jill saying with a mouthful of cheesy crackers, "Rude to innerpt."
Skyy sighed and squeezed Jill's hand. "Yes, it is rude for me to interrupt. I've been speaking to Riker, and he said you all are the leaders of the group. I was wondering if I could join. I know I have a kid, but she's old enough to know the dangers, and she's quiet most of the time. My kid brother," she gestured to Brodie learning to siphon gas, "is learning to shoot and is a good scavenger. I can shoot though my rifle is out of bullets, but I'm also a mechanic. Riker sent us on a hunt for gas cans, and we came back with three, one filled with oil in case the cars need it. Please...we don't have anywhere else to go. It's just the three of us."
Luca was relieved to see the unknown man approach--it was Damon. Luca barely knew the kid, but was from Bear Lake and before, and he was relieved that the group didn't have to use what little ammo they had already. While Luca had given a few orders, he didn't consider himself fully in charge here unless it had been officially stated, and it hadn't. Instead, he remained quiet and listened to all that unfolded in front of him. The bitch, Dexter, suggested Damon to drink from the barrels. If it had come to that, Luca would have stopped it, but Remy beat him to it, which frankly relieved Luca. He didn't want to have any more problems with Dexter. Everyone else had filled Damon in about what had happened, about who was safe and who had died. "Safety in numbers, kid, stick with us. We could use your help," Luca said evenly, his arms crossed and his gaze upon the ground. He was listening to the conversation with Remy and Grant. He shook his head slightly at Remy's words. Her attitude was going to get her killed. To most everyone besides Luca and Anthony, she was standoffish, short, and rude. Maybe she couldn't help it, but she needed to try. One day it would get her killed. Still, now wasn't the time. Luca wouldn't interrupt and make Remy feel badly in front of everyone. Instead, he'd discuss it at another time.
The new woman, whose name Luca hadn't gotten yet, spoke, asking if there was a place for her. Luca rubbed the back of his neck and sighed, but then chuckled. "One year ago, lady, I woulda held you up. Taken everything you and the kids had. Shot you if you tried anything. It's funny how things change. Yeah, come on. We can use all the people we can get. Pull your own weight, though..."
Post by Remy LaCroix on Jun 8, 2015 6:06:55 GMT -5
Her breaking point was a lot easier to get to then she really wanted it to. She never knew she had such a threshold but when she came out swinging, she found out she ran out of steam easily. Grant brought her to threshold and she didn't know what to do or what to say. She wasn't going back there, not to the place of pain. Pain made her weak and weak would get her killed.
The expression on her face changed and Grant would see it. The harsh coldness in her eyes and in her voice snapped and she felt her eyes starting to water up. Her jaw clenched as she held back and her eyes turned away from Grant as she tried to gather up her thoughts. She was not someone who could share any emotions easily. Luca had seen her vulnerable, probably the most vulnerable she had ever been when they were forced to kill two children that were already walkers and even then she didn't mean for those cracks to show. No one had seen her run back into the cabin and slump down when word of Adolphus attacking the Settlement came. No one saw her when she couldn't hold back her tears when Lilly was murdered. But now the cracks were showing again.
Everyone in her groups died or disappeared. The only one left from the original Miami group was Anthony. Everyone from California was gone...even Andrei. She kept looking away from Grant as she spoke softly.
"I tried. I tried once. I tried to care and they all died. Anthony is the only one left that remembers what I was. I can't be that person no more. You wanna follow, then just know that."
And then Skyy showed up. She had a lot to offer the group, but she had a child. A hungry baby. It was a dagger to her heart as she looked at the child who held on tightly to her mother. The thought of that baby being slaughtered by Adolphus was too much for her to think about right now.
"Jesus Christ."
It wasn't so much that she was upset a woman with a baby had found them, but more of the fact she had to think of what would happen to that baby if they continued to be hunted and eventually caught. She had to walk away. She had to. And that's just what she did. She pushed away wrapping her arms back around her body and went back into the sporting goods store trying to figure out a way to get her head back on straight.
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 Jun 8, 2015 6:11:30 GMT -5
Damon had all his gear ready for whatever and limped back to the pickup and lifting his bike from the back "If you need any parts or fuel strip the truck down. Less vehicles means more efficency and less fuel"
He had heard the man say stick around to him and Damon nodded. However he knew there comes a moment for everyone to run or die. The group that attacked them had hit Bear Lake and once it was a losing battle he did what he had always done. Fought a way clear and went. He had nobody to stay for, and he was alive because of it.
Damon limped nearer everyone again "South then. Any rivers on route, any friends people are looking for? Any reason for it, or just a stab in the dark guess"
Grant felt the cold stare and just looked away. It seemed he hit a nerve, and she cracked. He saw the tears in her eyes, wanting to be let out. She was thinking, about loss. If she had loss she showed it well. But everyone in this world has lost, it becomes second nature now. You loose and keep going, loose and keep going. It happened again and again, until the strong were the only ones left standing. Grant had lost, while groups, friends, brothers, he lost more than enough. He tried to forget his loss, kept it pushed down, bottled up.
He looked up to say something but nothing came out. He didn't know what to say. It seemed Anthony had lost more, but she had as well. He remembered Anthony explained all she lost, and his Remy had been there too. "No ones the same as they were anymore," he said finally speaking up.
Grant stopped and looked at the lady holding the baby. A kid? How the hell did she survive. "Yeah we're the leaders," Grant said as he watched Remy walk away, "the leaders." He paused and looked at the child, "how did you manage to survive with a kid for two years?" He shook his head. "You're welcome to join. We haven't turned anyone away yet. If we could take the punk over there then I'm sure the group would accept you."
He turned away from the girl and the child and walked after Remy. He caught up to her in the sporting good store. His eyes met her and he looked her up and down. "Listen you can't keep running. This group needs you. You're the glue, you hold everything together. You don't need to worry about protecting them from that man. I wouldn't let him harm anyone. As far as I'm concerned him and all his men are dead the moment they step near us."
"Caring has left many of us. But I think you still do care. You have to. Wanting to leave everyone so they don't die, that's caring. You care about the peoppe here, I know you do. Luca, Anthony, Aaron. They were with you for how long, you care for them."
Riker watched as the boy inquired about the penis pump and he couldn't help but laugh at Skyy's reaction. "That there is a gas syphon. I altered it a little bit to make it better, but you pump and it sucks." Literally. He was sure one day the kid would learn what it was, but for now, that's all he needed to know. He watched as Skyy went to go find Luca and when she approached, it looked like the man was being reasonable about it. He looked at Remy and she seemed to be rather petulant about something, although without hearing the conversation she was having, it seemed that Grant, the man who shot the old guy, was the one getting her riled up.
He took his time showing the kid how to pump the gas while Sam held the gas tanks and instructed them when they were full. They were able to fill up three of the gas cans, which was good, but not good enough. They would have to make a few more stops to try and find more gas. He took one of the cans and filled up the tank to his chopper and went towards Dexter when he heard about the barrels. He spoke to Aron, Dexter and Sasha as he looked over Damon, the scrawny newcomer.
"We only have two gas cans filled up. What's in the barrels? Anyone figure that out yet?"
Skyy's shoulders slumped in relief when the man, Luca, said she could stay, though the woman, Remy, didn't seem happy about it. In fact, she just turned away from Skyy and Jill and walked off. Rude. At least she didn't disagree with the other two men about allowing Skyy's tiny family to stay with them.
Glancing to Grant, her lips kicked up in a half-smile. "It's a new parenting style I like to call: being real with kids about terror." She watched him walk away, eyes sweeping him from head to toe before giving herself a shake. "C'mon, baby girl." She let Jill swing her arms as they held hands, walking back to the group. Passing Riker on the way, she murmured, "I'm going to go get my car and bring it up to your caravan. I'm going to leave Brodie and Jill here. Brodie knows how to look after her."
Walking to Brodie, she watched him work the penis pump, dark brows raised in humor. "What?" he asked when he caught her expression.
"Nothing, nothing. Keep going. You're doing great. I'm going to get the car. You mind keeping an eye on Jill?"
When Brodie agreed, Skyy lifted Jill and tossed her in the air, catching her with a short grunt. The girl was growing too damn big! Jill giggled and Skyy snugged her tight before pulling away a bit. "I'm getting the car. Stay with Brodie. What is it we talked about last night? Don't do what?"
Jill poked her lower lip out and muttered darkly, "Wander away." Skyy kissed the top of her head before setting her down on her feet and jogging to the her. It started smoothly, and she pulled it around toward the group and parked. She was surprisingly good on gas, so didn't need to siphon any of her own thank goodness. She opened three of the doors to let the heat escape, and she stretched her legs out the side, leaning her head against the headrest and closed her eyes, just resting for a moment.
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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