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Annette raised a brow as he spoke about liking biting. Before she handed him his sandwich, she paused for a second thinking she could totally imagine him biting..in more ways than one. She listened as he spoke about the odd jobs and it seemed to fit. The fact that he used to be a crossing guard made her laugh though as she handed over his sandwich.
"Oh my, a crossing guard? Oh I can't see that going well at all for you."
She turned back around to get her sandwich when he asked about her being a stripper or prostitute. She shook her head knowing he was trying to make a jab at her like she tried to make a jab at him.
"Really? Do I look like a hooker?" She reached out and shoved him lightly as she passed him, heading to the little dining room table. It was a dark wood that still had placemats and a few candles on top.
"I worked for the city of Savannah. I was their historian. Which is why I know the buildings pretty well." She sat down and set the plate down in front of her, toying with the crust of her sandwich, fondly remember the job she got to do. Research, history, sometimes even a little ghost hunting.
e wasn't ashamed of not having a fancy job, the fact that not all of his work was legal or that or that he could not keep a job for the long term. He didn't believe that it mattered and knew that he wasn't the type of man to worry about things like that. What you saw of Blade was what you got, and he didn't care what anyone thought whatsoever.
"Crossing guard was one of the worst jobs, that or the window cleaning."
Richard laughed when she shoved him after his comment about her being a stripper or prostitute. If he had made that comment back in the old world, he'd of been branded as sexist, neither would he have cared or accepted it, he saw people as too sensitive.
"Well, there was that whole spooning fiasco about two minutes ago, it's only logical."
Blade scratched at his head. Historian looked like a reasonable job for her to have, it made sense. "Oh, I always knew you'd be the one for a boring ass job." The way she said "for the city of Savannah" made the scruff chuckle, she sounded proud of her job, like it was a good duty. "So, if you know the buildings well, why did you go and get yourself cornered by the tax office, got lost?" Of course Blade was only toying with her. "Did you do anything interesting or is it as boring as it sounds? Did you have any other jobs?"
Annette couldn't help but laugh as he spoke about the two worst jobs he had. She could only imagine little kids running up and hugging him for keeping them safe.
"Was it the traffic or the children that you loved so much?" Her voice was sarcastic as she said that, although she couldn't imagine a window washing gig being that bad.
"I'm sure you saw some fun stuff as a window washer though. Any juicy stories to share?"
She took a big bite of her sandwich, which was going to be the only luxury food item of the day for them both, unless he could scrounge up something better. She wanted to go fishing today but the horde in Savannah set that plan back. Maybe in the morning. When he mentioned her comment upstairs, her cheeks turned a bright red and she kept her eyes on the sandwich.
"And my job was not that boring! You learn some fascinating things about buildings and the people that occupied them. I did a little ghost hunting on the side. Not for the money though. I gave a lot of those ghost tour guys good information to use on their tours. Did you know that Savannah is the third most haunted city in the country?"
he scruff shook his head when Annette laughed at the worst jobs he'd ever had. "That was a load of fucking shit. Annoying little shits trying to run around everywhere, parents and them old fuckers always trying to start conversations with me. If people just minded their own business.." He sighed.
"Juicy stories? What is this, a talk show? Oh yeah, I saw loads! One time, there was a man, and he was brushing his hair! And another time, a woman was cleaning up! Oh my goodness! No, you see nothing, maybe the odd fatty getting dressed, who couldn't be bothered to shut the fucking windows, but that's it."
Blade went from sarcastic to serious, he'd not seen much at all as a window washer and didn't want to pretend that he did. Being a window washer was a terrible job, it was boring, repetitive and didn't pay well, most of the time on the job, he'd wish that he hasn't gotten up in the morning.
Blade had finished his sandwich almost straight away and watched as Annette continued to battle hers. He appreciated her making it for him but he wasn't going to go on and tell her that, Blade had never been one to say thanks.
Annette's defending if her job made Blade laugh. He was half sarcastic but half serious when he called her job boring. "Learned about the buildings did ya? Ooh, it was made 200 years ago, out of bricks! Oh my God, that's the best job in the world.'' But Blade wasn't done there. "Savannah is the third most haunted place in the country or in other words, it's the third most place that people bullshit about seeing the dead."
Blade sat back smiling with his arms folded and right leg resting on the top of his left. He was rather enjoying his conversation with the girl, he didn't know if she could take it the same way as he did, but either outcome would be fun to watch.
Annette finished her sandwich as he carried on the way he did. He was a bitter bastard that clearly never had anyone put him in his place in this life. Or perhaps he did...one too many times which was why he was acting out the way he was. She took a sip of water to wash down the sandwich and just sat back in her seat, feeling nicely full.
"What the hell is your problem? Can't you have one, decent conversation without taking jabs?"
She got up from her seat and shook her head, thinking she wanted to change clothes before they did what they had to do. The clothes were usually washed in the rain and hung out to try, but during winter or dry spells, she had to take them over to the intercoastal to rinse off. She missed using a washer and dryer. She missed all appliances for doing mundane chores. But these things kept her busy and that's all that mattered anymore.
"You would think, the one person that saved your ass would get just a simple, mundane conversation. But no, you clearly have to be an ass all the time."
She flipped her hair back and gave a sigh that would clearly indicate how incensed she was as she headed back upstairs to change out of her clothing and open a couple of upstairs windows. Maybe she just needed a breath of fresh air and a few minutes away from him.
It felt as if his goals had been aachieved, Annette certainly was pissed off at him, and it felt good. He was used to having this reaction, so didn't feel that concerned for her or himself. Blade clapped, this was exactly where he wanted to be.
"It's not so much jabs, it's more just the truth."
Blade watched as the girl got up off her seat, in a huff. She seemed genuinely annoyed. The girl was too sensitive, he believed. His comments were a mixture of his genuine thoughts and statements intended to push her over the edge.
"You seem to think that it was only you who saved me, hadn't it been for me, you'd never even made it into the tax office in the first place. But you seem to forget that."
A normal man would have gone after the girl and apologised, but not Blade, he went out to light a cigarette and have a smoke.
Annette was about to respond to him when she decided to keep her mouth shut. Her mother always said if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. She knew it was an old, antiquated southern hospitality saying, but she still felt it was the best option. After all, he did say he would help fortify the house a little bit. He claimed to be a builder and she was ready to put him to the test on that.
She stripped off her shirt first, then the bra, throwing it in the corner as she rooted around for a more comfortable sports bra and yellow tank shirt. The color had long faded, which was fine with her. Bright colors didn't seem to work well in this world anymore. Her boots came off, followed by her jeans, replaced with a cleaner pair and comfortable sneakers. Her feet were klling her from all that running and jumping and she knew she would be sore in the morning.
She heard a door open and close and assumed he went outside without her. She poked her head out the window above and saw him in the back yard where the overgrowth of weeds had taken hold. Mowing the lawn was no longer an option and she wasn't about to waste gas or make noise doing it.
"Why don't you go through the garage and find tools? You're going to need them." Her voice wasn't angry, nor was it terribly pleasant either. If he wanted to act like a jerk, he was going to be treated like one. At least, for now.
The man was very pleased with himself, he'd pissed another person off, again. The scruff had no idea why he repeatedly wanted to annoy other people, was it for the pure sense of enjoyment or was it just because he viewed some things differently. "Can't handle the Blade, shouldn't of met the Blade." He muttered after his smoke.
Blade took in the air, it was much better than being stuck in the muggy tax office, anything was better than that. Getting away from Annette gave him time to think, think about that drink he still hasn't gotten and was craving. The apocalypse had taught him that he didn't need to drink as much but from time to time, he'd get thirsty, like he was now.
Blade heard the girl call to him, Blade didn't feel the need to reply, she was already in a bad mood, if he made it worse, he'd probably get thrown out. Maybe he'd watch what he said a little bit, but he wasn't going to change for a random stranger, one he didn't even like.
He put out his cigarette and then went back inside and to the garage. He hoped she didn't expect much out of him, he was only a builder for his last few years and that was an area somebody was supposed to train in first, not go straight into work. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" He said, as he entered the garage to gather some tools.
Annette stood in the room upstairs, alone, just listening to the sound of the rustling leaves as the wind passed between the homes. She could hear the sound of the waves crashing in the distance against the shore and she could appreciate that kind of quiet. The house was close to the beach, but not beachside. Her parents saved money that way when they purchased the little cottage, giving them a summer retreat. When the people were here, it was a little noisier with traffic and planes, but now..it was nothing. She stood by the window and listened for something, anything, she could decipher as people, but nothing. No words, no music, no cars. It was as if they were utterly alone on this island together and she started to wonder if this was what it was like being shipwrecked.
The quiet was interrupted as she heard Blade cursing downstairs in the garage. She wondered what it was he saw down there that would make him curse gathering up some tools. Quickly she went downstairs and pushed open the door.
Blade couldn't believe he was doing this, following the orders of a random girl, who he barely knew. The man questioned whether he was still like the pre-apocalypse Blade, the pre-apocalypse Blade would have flat out refused, there was no doubt about it.
The man was struggling to find many tools in her little garage. Maybe they actually had them or maybe he was just missing them. Blade tended to miss things that were directly in front of him, he'd search for awhile and still miss something right next to him. This was something that he wasn't very good at.
Annette's entrance was hilarious to Blade, who couldn't stop laughing. The way she ran in and asked him what the matter was, when nothing was the matter, made Blade chuckle. Eventually, when he'd finished laughing, he gave an explanation. "Oh girl, I thought you knew me by now, I cuss at near damn everything." After a pause, he explained it further. "It's just the fact that I'm." He pointed to himself. "Working for you." He pointed at her. "In all this." Be pointed to the garage behind him. "Give me a hand, would ya? I'm not very good at finding things."
Had they not got what they needed, he'd happily go out and look for supplies, that way, he'd also be able to get his booze. A smile came to his face just thinking about it.
"Know you? I've barely scratched the surface with you. I have no idea what you are. The one thing I do know is that you love to curse and love to drink. That's what I know."
She went to the other side of the garage where a bright, red tool box was sitting, next to the dryer. It had several drawers that held small tools from small wrenches and screwdrivers to larger tools like a saw and a table vice. It was right in front of him and she wondered if maybe he left his glasses behind when he had to flee his home.
"Maybe I'll get you to the point where I can get to know the 'real' you, but I have a feeling that will either take a long time or get to the point where I never find out because I've thrown you out of the house."
She opened a couple of the drawers and looked over at him. Some tools were missing, but there were plenty more left. She had no idea what he needed or wanted.
"So what tools do you need? What are we doing first?"
She turned around to face him, placing one hand on her hip as she flipped her hair back. In a way, she felt like she could use a drink dealing with him. Maybe he drank to deal with himself. That thought in her head made her laugh and look down at the floor. He would have no idea what that little joke was that popped in her head and she wasn't even sure she would share it with him.
Annette mentioned that she barely knew Blade, except he was a man who enjoyed cursing and drinking. "Ah, but how do we know if there is anything more to me than that." Blade said with a smile, he himself didn't even know if there was anything else to him, apart from those two large factors. Maybe there was, but all the drinking and cursing had made the rest of him hard to find.
"Maybe you've only barely scratched the surface, but you should have known by now that I curse at everything, so I wasn't cursing because I'd seen something bad, but because it's just what I do." It certainly was, a good old swear made just about everything feel better.
And as if he would have guessed, the woman had found exactly what he needed without putting any effort in. Typical Blade, missing the obvious right in front, possibly because he just rushed things instead of taking his time. The whole world had turned to shit, there was more time than ever, yet he still carried out tasks as if they had to be completed straight away.
"Who's to say you already haven't got to know the real me? What you see is what you get! And throw me out? You're welcome to another year of talking to no one if I do go, that is if someone more handsome doesn't come along first. Then you'll throw me out in a heartbeat, I know your type."
Having only just seen the red tool box with the help of Annette, he was surprised that he actually noticed that the girl had changed clothing. She looked a lot better than when he had originally seen her, something he could get used to looking at, just the type of person Blade was. "You've changed, suits you. To bad I'm stuck in this same old shit." Truthfully, he didn't mind but it would be better if he could change out of his same old clothes, his black T-shirt, leather jacket and cargo pants.
He felt confused when she asked what they were going to do and what tools they needed. "Well, I don't know, you were the one who dragged me down here, I presumed you already had something you wanted me to do. Do you have a dri-" He was cut off by Annette's giggling. "Finding something funny, are we? What is it?" Seen as she stopped him continuing, he wouldn't continue until she explained herself.
Remy stopped laughing long enough to hear his little dig at her. She wasn't as superficial as he believed her to be. She always enjoyed a good scholarly conversation which was something her past boyfriend Aaron could provide. They had been fighting before the end and with that, she regretted those fights they had about living together. He was probably the guy she was going to marry. She didn't considering him to be a supermodel, but he wasn't a bad looking guy by any stance. He kept himself up because of all the meetings he had with high profile politicians, but to her, he was a normal guy.
"Would I shove you out for a better looking guy? No. Would I shove you out for a better mannered guy? Maybe."
She turned back to the tools and ran her hand over the wrenches and screw drivers, having no idea what she was doing. He was asking about what she wanted him to do and she thought about them building those spikes he wanted to build. She had no idea where to start. But he did notice her change of clothing which surprised her.
"My dad had clothes in the master bedroom closet, but I'm not sure they would fit you. He was kind of a big guy."
She found a rubber band in the tool chest which allowed her to pull her hair back into a neat ponytail. It was hot out after all and the summer heat, despite the sea breezes, could be oppressive.
"We could go check out a few houses around here. Most are abandoned. You can see if you can find some clothes there. I usually wash mine in the river. There's also a couple of surf shops down by the beach. Maybe there's some cabana wear you may find appealing."
She took a few steps closer to him as she smirked while he asked about what she found to be so funny.
"You want to know what I find funny? The fact you like to drink in order to deal with yourself. I kind of see why."
"Well, it looks like everyone's dead on this little fucking island, so you better get used to only seeing me."
Or, at least he hoped it was that way. He doubted it though. People were much more dangerous than the walkers. Walkers were a threat but other survivors were much more of a threat. He wasn't really enjoying being with Annette much, that was enough for him, more survivors was just a big no.
He sighed at Annette's mention of her father's clothing being too big for him. Everybody was so fat, too bad it killed them when the outbreak started, they were the first to go.
"Let's do that then, anything beats this shit."
The scruff had a puzzled look on his face when the topic changed back to what she was laughing at. She began getting closer to him, was it that funny, she needed to say it up close? Her response was something a lot less funny. It had came out of nowhere and surprised him. He said nothing, just walked back upstairs.
Walking down the street with a rhythm to him, J whispered something under his breath. "I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord."
It was almost as if he had no regard for himself. It was almost as if he wanted to attract unneeded attention to himself from the no longer living, and indeed he was. To his surprise however, neither his dancing nor his humming managed to bring out the groans or the distorted steps of the dead. With his Kel Tec in hand and his Glock on his belt, he almost felt like he was carrying unnecessary gear. He already imagined that a far off city like this would have less than the usual fair of walkers but that was ridiculous.
What to sing now, what to sing now, he thought to himself as he came up to the broken down doors of a K-mart. "Mary had a little lamb," he said before pausing to smack the end of his barrel a couple times to edge of the wall. No groans, no walking. As a good sign, he entered the store hoping to find something. Anything. Of course, all the real good stuff was gone, and all he could find was a bag of powdered milk that had fallen behind a container, possibly keeping it out of view of looters. The shelf life of powdered milk meant that the product was just barely good, with not much left. It wasn't the best of meals but nowadays he took what he could get.
That's when he noticed however. In the store, he had seen pretty recent footprints, partially visible because of the dust. Unlike the irregular walking behavior of the bitters however, this had some meaning, and more importantly, they were recent. With a smile, he would finish his bag of powdered milk and check the rounds on his Kel Tec before following the foot prints. It led further out into the city, and towards a semi residential area. Hope they like visitors, he thought to himself. "Bleh, it'll be okay," he said with a grin, biting the bottom corner of his lip, "I'm a nice guy."
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Annette agreed with Blade, which was a strange feeling. She was pretty certain he wasn't used to anyone agreeing with him and it startled her that she and him were on the same page probably for the first time since meeting. But, considering they only met several hours ago, she hoped the agreements could be more and more frequent. If they were going to be in this house, they had to figure out a way to live with one another. He would have to figure out a way to not be such an ass all the time.
As she started to come out of the kitchen, she grabbed a key to the front door. In these circumstances it may seem weird, but she liked keeping the house locked up. She didn't want any wayward strays coming in and looking to occupy her home. She was also concerned that the walkers would develop a way to open doors and that scared her. As she went out the front with Blade in tow, she heard something...a voice. It cut through the silence and distant waves. It was a man's voice.
"Blade? Do you hear that?"
She walked down the little path, towards the little fence and looked down the road. At first she didn't see him, but then she saw the figure a few doors down as he passed an overgrowth of bushes. It was just one guy but she had her handgun ready. One guy could still cause a lot of damage. She looked back to Blade, wondering if she should handle this or let him take the lead. Of course, she worried if he took the lead, they would both end up dead.
Out front, Blade's attention moved to what they presumed was a nearby survivor. He couldn't make out what it said, but guessed that it was definitely not a walker and probably a male too. "Ah shit." Blade spoke at a much quieter volume now. The last thing he wanted was another person, he didn't get along with many, he guessed it would be the same with the next guy.
He nodded when asked if he heard the noise. Annette went walking down the path. As much as he didn't want to, Blade followed close after her. They spotted the man, luckily it was just one guy but that didn't mean they could get cocky, one man could do a lot. He moved over to cover to avoid the man spotting him.
"Something tells me that you're more of a people person than me." The scruff new that his foul mouth would probably be a problem if the two confronted the man together. "Get your gun ready, call out to him and pretend you're alone, look friendly. Try to get close to him. I've got a shot on him, if he's gonna be trouble, make it clear, so I can pick him off."
He had that odd walking habit. One foot forward, one foot sliding back on an angle right behind it, he was likely singing something within his head as he pressed forward. J was a simple man of simple tastes, and the apocalypse had taught him a lot. Life and death came upon one pretty quickly, as most of the bitters had already showed. He'd be dammed if he didn't do how he pleased and when he pleased it. Specially since doubting and putting off things could potentially mean that sooner or later he'd never get to do them anyways.
"Oh hey hey hey," he said with a bit of a forced but playful accent as soon as the figure of the lady entered his peripheral vision. While his feet might have been dangling about doing their own little amusing routine, his Kel Tec was aimed at the newcomer for obvious reasons. His eyes were partly on the newcomer although on different areas of her body than his gun sights. Again, for obvious reasons.
"Alright baby, I gotta say, its nice to have a beautiful girl come to me instead of the other way. Don't get me wrong, I ain't turning it down but how about you stay there for now, and maybe we can get comfortable later on tonight." He would come off as playful as he was flirtatious, or at least he thought he would. Regardless he was serious on all accounts. Of course he wouldn't mind getting frisky with this lady, or mostly any other by that matter. Something about a rose and some Shakespearean book of flairs he gathered. More importantly though, there was no way in hell a girl would come out, seemingly unarmed, out in the open to face up to a guy with a weapon. At least not two years within the apocalypse. Everyone stupid enough to do that was either 6 feet under or with an incredible hunger for the living, and honestly, he didn't plan on joining either.
Surely there was at least someone else with her. "Let's not beat around the bush beautiful. How about your little buddy comes out, and we save ourselves the trouble of the awkwardness and the wasting of the bullets. These things are kind of scarce and it ain't quite what I had in mind when I thought of drilling a beauty." No one ever said he was the nicest or the most thoughtful when it came to word choice, but he said what what he meant, almost every time.
Annette took great notice of his casual nature while pointing a gun right at her as he walked forward. Her gun was in her hand ready to be used as he came up walk way. He was complimenting her in the same way Blade enjoyed insulting her. They were both the same kind of guy on different ends of the spectrum. He would easily see her hands tucked down by her side and as he got closer, he would see them both wrapped around a handgun that was smaller then hers. He spoke about his ammo being low and if he played his cards right, perhaps she'd let him in on her stash. But right now, he was a stranger at her house.
"You're not the only one armed here, pal."
At least he was complimentary instead of a complete douche. She wasn't raising her gun to him just yet though. He hadn't fired and that was a positive sign. He didn't want to kill her..or did he? Maybe he was just waiting to get closer to get a good shot in. He called out Blade and she looked over her shoulder to him, not sure what to do.
"Look, I ain't out to hurt you, okay? Why don't you put the gun down and we can talk. Sound like a good plan?" She took a step back, closer to the gate as she flipped a long strand of red hair back over her shoulder. She was trying to really look like she knew what she was doing, but deep down, her heart was pounding and she didn't know if she could kill him if push came to shove. With any luck, maybe he felt the same way and was covering his fear with an outward confidence.
Was this guy for real? Was this his natural self or was it just a way to convince them that he was friendly. Either way he didn't like it, the guy was acting way too nice, it was unnecessary. The scruff thought, as the voice of the man got closer.
He didn't know how the man knew he was there, maybe he saw him earlier. Half of him didn't want to get up and out but there was no hiding now. Little buddy, the man had called him, now that he didn't like. Stepping up, now the man could see him, Blade remained calm and focused, with his Thompson in hand. "It's two versus one mate, try something funny and see what fucking happens. Let's start things off simple. Name, where you're from, why you're here, how you got here. Go."
Dana Winchester: *catches up on convo above* Nice to see my old hometown's alive and well, so to speak....
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Remy LaCroix: Hey all. I heard there is a rumor spreading that I'm closing the site. That's not true at all. I'm just not active here because of my super busy RL. Please continue to write and enjoy.
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Joseph MacMillan: *hugs, hugs & more hugs to the Remy* Welcome back!
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Dana Winchester: Just realized its' been over 6 years, Remy, since I first joined here; where does the time fly! *hugs, hugs & more hugs for the Remy*
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Ayita Hunt: sorry for the few months of inactivity. Life got a little hectic on my end and ended up having to have ankle surgery which has laid me up for a while. I'll try to start posting again soon.
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