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Smokey nodded along with what was said. Usually he made the rules for others to follow. Don't ask who he is, don't touch the hat, and share the booze. Also the commons sense ones, don't kill, Rob, or rape one another. Seemed this group had the same flow. He wasn't looking for trouble, so would do as they said.
"Alright sounds good. You're in charge, I can live with that. Don't leave, or fuck with your group. Simple enough, I can follow." He smiled, "we can chop this tree tomorrow, for now we drink." He laughed a little, "thanks for letting me stay the night. Been a while since I found anyone decent." He looked at his trailer, "let me lock this up and grab my things."
He walked back to his trailer. Pulling the door open he tossed the axe inside and grabbed his revolver. Best to have two weapons on you at all times. He then frabbed a plastic reusable shopping bag, and crate and stepped out the back. As he shut the door her placed a big pad lock, the key for it hanging around his neck.
He then walked in the door of the apartments, carrying his crate of booze, and bag of food. "Where should I set this," he asked the blonde, "thinks there's rum, tequila, wine, and vodka. Also some chips, beans, fruit cans, and crackers. Oh and twinkies," he smiled. "Ill set them down and help move stuff in front of the doors.
Post by Remy LaCroix on Aug 10, 2015 10:55:32 GMT -5
Remy looked over her shoulder at June who brought up the old, stale pizza. She had no idea how that woman could eat it, but it was time she stopped.
"Just throw it out. By the looks of it, you'll get sick and I can't afford to waste medicine and water on someone who should have known better." Her tone may have been a bit harsh, but they had to work smart if they were going to stay alive. Decisions would have to be made for the best interest of the group, not just individuals. She realized not everyone was inside her apartment right now, but she wanted to make sure those that were heard her. She moved back out towards the doorway to make sure her instructions resonated through the apartment building. There was no noise so it would be far easier to hear every little thing that happened in the building.
"Hey everyone, I think we need to stay in one place tonight. I've got plenty of room in my apartment. You decide to sleep in one of the other apartments, you're on your own. Once my door shuts, we ain't opening it back up until morning. We have food and drinks up here too."
She could hear Luca downstairs trying to secure up a few windows before Aron, Andrei and Holly came over from the other building. She was pretty sure they would be safe, considering the building had gone untouched for so long. What was one more night? Sasha was still downstairs helping and unloading her own supplies when Smokey came upstairs with his box of goodies.
"Twinkies? Damn, I hated those things before, but they look pretty tasty to me right now." She laughed a little and motioned for him to just set the boxes of food and drink down on the small dining room table. It was a table that was mostly meant to seat two people which was fine with her. She didn't have lavish dinner parties or other occassions that would need more seating. Hell, she barely had dates. Behind the table was another cabinet and when she opened it, there were several bottles of untouched and unopened wine. One bottle was nearly empty from the times she had drank out of it so she let that one stay. The glass rattled as she set the bottles against each other and started pulling down glasses they could drink out of. Not that they had a way to wash them, but she didn't care. She wanted a night of civilization and conversation before the reality of where they were settled in. Just one night, that's all she asked for.
"Skyy, you and the kids can stay in one of the spare rooms. Can you go to the hall closet and grab some sheets and blankets for everyone? Ya'll can just settle in wherever you want. Smokey, you can set some of those bottles and food out. I'll grab some candles."
She kept herself busy, grabbing some matches from another drawer in the wine hutch and pulling down a few dusty candles that were on top. The power that Damon managed to restore would need to be killed. The last thing she wanted was attention being drawn to them because of lights that were left on or appliances that were humming.
"If you need a shower, get one now. The power goes off when the sun sets."
She spoke to no one in particular but in the spare bathroom there would be soap, razors and left over shampoos that people could use. She went back to her bedroom to get a few more candles. She had a good mind to take a shower herself, but there was still work to be done. She felt like she had to set an example if she were going to take charge and jumping in the shower was not condusive to setting that example. She also wanted to keep her bathroom to herself and Luca.
She reached over a book that was laying on her nightstand when she saw a picture that was wedged between the lamp and the candle. Pulling it out she looked at who it was and chuckled low. It was the boyfriend she had told Luca about, the lawyer that cared more about his suits. They were sitting at a table and he was looking as jovial as ever with a drink in his hand. She noticed her own expression, looking tired and unimpressed. She remembered that night too. It was two days before she called off their relationship and in that very snapshot she could see that memory in her eyes. The more she stared at it, the more she wished that was Luca in the picture. If that were the case, her expression would have been much different. She knew she would have been just as jovial as he was. She didn't want Luca to see this picture, that much she knew. Instead, she let it drop behind the side table as if it never existed in the first place.
It was in that moment she had come to a realization about Luca. She recalled hearing his voice back in Oklahoma as she went to Adolphus. She heard how it sounded when he told Anthony to follow her. There was something much more about him that she had been ignoring since their first meeting in Miami. She had sensed his feelings for her since their talk in Colorado and it she also sensed how much it grew since their night in the cabin. She wouldn't run anymore and she wouldn't let him fall alone anymore.
Lifiting the candle off the table, she had a good mind to go downstairs and confess to him, but the courage to say it just didn't exist. Maybe after some food and wine, her mind would change and she could relax into the words a little more. Maybe, for a short while, she could be alone with him without having to worry about shots being fired, threats being made and strangers finding them. She stood up off the bed and went back out to where food and booze was being piled up on the table.
Last Edit: Aug 10, 2015 13:55:33 GMT -5 by Remy LaCroix
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 Aug 10, 2015 12:39:35 GMT -5
Damon took the beers out and rolled them back towards Sam gesturing for her to stay back as he opened a window and took a bin bag from the fridge. He quickly threw all the moldy, disgusting food that was by now over two years out of date into the bag. Once it was full he chucked it out the window and placed on an American accent with a grin on his face. "The garbage men can collect that".
Damon headed back towards the door leaving the fridge open to air out. He then heard Sam mention cooling the beer. Sadly the fridge would use energy that may not be expendable but he had a back up plan. Damon reached into his back and took out his first aid kit. Inside he saw some Sports Injury deep freeze packs which responded to a chemical reaction and acted like an Ice pack.
Damon wrapped four of the bottles up in the pack "Give it fifteen minutes we will have some chilled beer, pretty cool" He was happy whenever he came up with a smart solution.
Sam stared at him. He still looked like a masked bandit with his shirt pulled up over his nose. She picked up the beers and held them and waited for him. She heard Remy say she wanted everyone to stay in her place. Sam cast a glance at Damon about the time he chucked the garbage bag out the window, and laughed. It just struck her funny.
Damon came out to her and did his little MaGuyver trick with the ice pack and the beers," I would never have thought of that! You're handy!" She grinned at him , and pointed to Remy's apartment." We're all supposed to stay together, in her place." She glanced at him," wanna run up to the roof and snag a smoke before we have to be civilized with everybody?" She reached in her pack and waggles the pack of smokes at him as she held the up. Sam didn't wanna be cooped up with people who barely spoke to her all night.
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 Aug 10, 2015 19:01:06 GMT -5
Damon as he zipped his bag back up had heard Remy's words. He was of the agreement that they should stay in the apartment just for the night despite his own desire for comfort and privacy. He heard Sam suggest he was handy or clever and gestured to tip his hat to her "Your most welcome". Damon then began to reach for a pack of gum but then heard her suggestion of another smoke "Im going to end up owing you a few packs at this rate".
Damon opened the door leading upstairs. The skyline showed the tops of houses and large buildings. It was late in the day. He waited for Sam and opened his lighter offering to light the smokes "Always wanted to visit New Orleans one break from my studies"
“Knowing better has little to do with it. You'd be amaze what you'll eat when you're starving.”
June went over to the nearest trash can and dropped the pizza inside. She should have figured they wouldn't want to keep it, but June didn't like to make assumptions about people she didn't know. The woman folded her arms and walked about unsure of what to do with herself until Remy made mention of a shower.
“You don't need to tell me twice.”
June headed into the spare bathroom and closed the door behind her. She couldn't even remember the last time she had a good wash. Removing her clothes and stepping into the shower she turned on the hot water and let it soaked her body. God, that felt good. So good. June could have stayed in there all night, but that would be inconsiderate. She shampooed her hair, soaped her body, and washed it all off before exiting the shower and toweling off outside. She put her clothes back on and placed everything back where she found it when she was done. Once June returned to the living room she felt better than she did in a long time.
Sam followed him up onto the roof. She chuckled at his comment Bout owing her a few packs," just remember me if you find some, somewhere, all I ask."
Sam pulled out two cigarettes from the pack and handed him one. She waited for him to light his , then leaned into his hand to light her own. She took a long drag and exhaled. She looked around and spotted the chairs," come on." She went over and sat down, and once he sat she put her feet in his lap," so, what did you study, what were you gonna be?" She stared at him, her pupils were dilated a bit," hey, showers are working, right? You mind being a lookout so I can get one, I know it sounds weird , but that way I know someone is out there and keeping watch, if something happens, ya know what I mean?" She stared out over the rooftops," you could forget this place is in hell , sitting up here, kinda peaceful." Sam glanced at him," I suppose you're gonna follow orders and stay in there with all the others tonight, huh?" She didn't want to be stuck in there and feel like the odd man out all night. Hell, besides Sky and Riker, Don was the first one to even talk to her. " I don't want to be in an awkward situation all night. Just sitting there."
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 Aug 11, 2015 15:39:37 GMT -5
Damon found it a bit funny when Sam put her feet up but after sitting on the stairs he could understand she would want to feel a bit comfier. Damon took a drag from his smoke and looked up at the sky for a few moments.
He then returned his attention to Sam as he heard her speak "I studied History, was completing a masters degree as a continuation of what I did back in England. Used some American Archives. Was probably going to teach at a higher standard. Maybe work in television or something doing documentaries. Yourself? Were you an actress or something with the photo shoots you mentioned?"
Damon then listened as Sam continued and joked "Yeah I can put some shades on, cross my arms and keep a poker face at the door... but seriously if that makes you feel safe or comfortable then sure." Damon then stubbed out his smoke on the side of the table.
Damon then shrugged at her last question "Might as well. Seemed to be talk of beer and food. Seems the safest place to be for now. Need to bar up some windows and contain any light we have at night"
Sam was half done her smoke, she seemed to be savoring it. She looked at him as he stated explaining his college studies."damn, so you're like uber smart then, huh?" She stared at him, wondering how stupid he thought she was considering.
She pulled her legs down and laughed as he talked about wearing shades an doing the body guard thing. "Nah, you ain't gotta do all that, but it would make me feel better, really, I don't know these people. I rode with Riker to Boise and he seemed alright, but he was the only one I talked to except Brodie, the kid." She screwed up her face, " and I ain't gonna ask raging teenage hormones with legs to keep watch while I shower, no thanks." She laughed and then ran a hand through her hair and struck a pose for him, several facial expressions, actually," nope, not actress, model. " she crushed out her smoke and stood up, striking a few more poses." Worked run ways for fashion in New York and did stuff for Calvin Klein and did the swim suit thing for sports illustrated two, no, four years ago now, damn" she sat back down and wiped her hands over her face," I hadn't realized it had been that long."
He was gonna stay at Remy's with the others," guess I don't have much choice about it. Just hope she doesn't think we are all gonna sit around and swap stories and shit."
Post by Remy LaCroix on Aug 13, 2015 6:21:50 GMT -5
When June came out of the bathroom, she could immediately feel the humidity from the steam that had been worked up. It was a short shower and she was thankful the woman didn't take advantage of that hospitality. She hoped everyone would realize they had to share.
"Yea, no problem. Grab a cup and some food. Help yourself to something to eat and drink."
She knew that stuff wouldn't last, but they may as well eat up and drink the wine. She felt safe enough here now that the building had been cleared. She felt confident now that she was home. She moved to a few windows, opening them up as she felt the stiff breeze move through the room. Looking at Smokey as she grabbed a couple of bottles, she raised a brow and spoke.
"You from around here?"
She put a couple of bottles on the coffee table before moving a couple of chairs from the dining room table towards the couches. She snapped up a cup of her own and grabbed a couple of pre-packaged breakfast bars before sitting down on the floor by her coffee table and pouring herself a glass of white wine. She figured Sasha, Luca and Jackson would be up soon enough, followed by Aron, Andrei and Holly. Although honestly, she wasn't expecting Holly and Andrei to want to stay in her apartment. Luca had threatened them but she knew he wouldn't attack them in her home.
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 Aug 13, 2015 10:42:40 GMT -5
Damon was thinking about his old studies for a moment, his professors, fellow students... good times. They seemed so stressful back then and yet now he would love to find time to study or be taught something. His concentration was broken for a moment as Sam started demonstrating her previous profession
"Well you must have been quite good. Specially to have had the chances to visit London and Paris. Think four years ago I was in my third year of study, researching in London occasionally."
Damon stood for a few seconds and looked down on the streets below "Well seems there may be a lot of beer and stuff which may help you get through a couple of hours stuck in an apartment..." He paused for a moment guessing Sam was not fully keen on the idea of staying at Remy's.
He looked towards the staircase "First thing tomorrow I can start doing some work on the other apartments... Wit all the rooms you can probably have your own room and everything. Gotta be what a dozen people? Six apartments should be plenty space".
To be quite honest with himself Damon didn't mind. Doing work inside meant he was more likely to avoid trouble. The other jobs would involve hiding cars and searching nearby buildings for supplies. And he did owe Sam two smokes...
Smokey set the box of bottles on the counter and the food beside it. He began to empty the box, setting out bottles and food for every one. He watched the blonde move around, and open up windows. Smokey looked at her. "No I'm not from around here. But the way you walk around this place as if you've been here before, I say you are." He placed the last bottle on the counter and set the box on the floor. "So did I guess right?"
He leaned agains the counter, hearing the water running. He had a small shower in his trialer, and the water tank still had water in it. He didn't need to use the water here, he'd be fine for now. "I myself am from Texas, but I like to travel." He pushed off the counter, his gun swaying on his belt. "Thanks for letting me stay the night, and not shooing me away." He smiled, "been awhile since I met decent people, willing to share."
Smokey moved around te apartment. "Hey does the Italian and the red head need help securing the building. You said somethig about moving object in front of the doors. I can help do that." He looked at her apartment door. "Are we all going to fit up here? You keep adding names, how many of you are there. We could easily just use both apartments on the top floor, block off the stairs. Would give us more space."
Post by Remy LaCroix on Aug 13, 2015 12:15:57 GMT -5
Remy had mistaken his accent and assumed he was from Louisiana at least. She sat on the carpet and poured herself a glass of white wine as she looked up at him.
"Oh, sorry about that. You seem like a New Orleans type." She grinned as she looked up at his cowboy hat. Everyone was a character in New Orleans, especially before all the change came about. "Texas is close enough. Like our older, louder brother."
She laughed as she said that, looking down at the warm wine that filled the glass.
"Yea, I'm from here. This was my apartment before everything. Been across the country and back again. I'm hoping there's some shred of something left. And I wouldn't leave you out there on your own. You seem like you have your shit together."
She heard the furniture being pushed downstairs and when it stopped she took a deep breath and decided that maybe it was her turn for a shower.
"I just think, at least for tonight, it's better for us all to stay as a group in one place. It's been a long time since I've been home and I don't know what's out there after dark, aside from the walkers. At least, if we're together, we can be a group and make decisions together. Way I see it? If we aren't together, then I can't help anyone who chooses not to stay with us at least for one night. In the morning, we can secure the building, choose from the apartments, do what what we need to do. Sounds like Luca and Sasha have finished up. Why don't you just relax and enjoy the company?" She smirked as she said that, getting up from the floor and taking a long sip from her wine.
"I promise, I'll help with that tree in the morning so you're not stuck in too deep with us."
Sasha helped Luca to secure the building for the night, she worked quickly but efficiently. The two worked until there was only a small bit left when Luca assured her that he could finish the last bit by himself. She walked back up towards Remy's apartment apartment, she had been downstairs unloading her own supplies and helping Luca secure the place. She idn't have much except the basic necessities but they were better than nothing.
She entered the room to see a couple of glasses and a bottle of wine out. It seemed as if they were going to enjoy themselves tonight, have one day away from the apocalypse to have some fun. This wasn't really the type of person she was but a day off was much better than any other day in the new world.
She got herself a cup and made her way over towards where the majority of the others were situated. "We're all sorted now, Luca's just finishing the last bit off." She wondered whether the others would turn up soon.
Last Edit: Aug 13, 2015 13:06:37 GMT -5 by Deleted
"Either works. Doesn't really matter where you from anymore. Every one tuned to nomads and truckers," he said with a laugh. "I've been all over too. Spent a while in North Dakota, looked at the faces. Once the rotters started to clear out of the city I checked out someother lad marks. Washington DC, still was a panicky shit when I was there. San FranCisco was surprisingly clear, or at least not as loud. It feel good to be home though? I thought of returning, but he'll it's been two years. I'd hate to see my lawn the way it will be."
He heard the furniture being moved and listened to the blonde explain herself. He sat down on a chair near her and the couch. He outstretched his legs, and looked at her. If they didn't need his help then he wouldn't give it. He looked at her. "Alright if you sure they don't need help then I'll stay up here. As for the all of us all in one apartment thig, I get what you're saying, I just hope we can all fit. Seems like it could be tight, but warm and cozy."
He leaned back and put his hands behind his head. "You know I don't think I caught your name. Name's Smokey myself. I hope you'll introduce me to everyone."
June went over to where the food was at and grabbed herself a cup as well as some crackers. Pouring herself a glass of wine and going over to where the chairs were while overhearing Remy and Smokey's conversation. A Texan, huh? Small world. Texas wasn't far off from where she lived.
“Where does Kansas fall in that line? That's where I'm from. Went from Kansas, to Oklahoma, back to Kansas, back to Oklahoma, to Arkansas, and finally here, Louisiana. I always wanted to travel, but not like this.”
June took a seat in one of the chairs and balanced her plate on her lap while leaving the glass in her hand.
“Nobody asked, but I'm June. Figured I'd say to save you the trouble of going, “Hey, you, in the blue jacket!”
Her stomach growled, and June laughed softly before digging into the food. When she looked up again Sasha had entered the room. June remembered her as one of the people from outside. She simply waved and smiled to be polite. There was a time she would have been more social in a setting like this, but, well... apocalypse.
Post by Candy Akiyama on Aug 14, 2015 2:14:45 GMT -5
One night, a couple days before, the tides had washed a life boat from a cruise ship that had been adrift since the world went to hell. In it were three people lucky to be alive at all. Gory evidence of more than three occupants lay strewn all over. Evidence that would make anyone queasy, when only two of those three would finally leave the lifeboat behind.
One a young girl of Japanese descent, Candy, now ten years old, and a balding, formerly obese older gentleman named Carl. Both covered in so dirt and grime, and walking stiffly now that they were on dry land again, one could be forgiven for mistaking the pair for a pair of the dead. Considering the diet of extreme desperation they were forced to take on to live to see the land again, they might as well be one of them.
Carl was the more sickly of the two, but he finally had enough strength to try and find some better shelter than the life boat. With Candy's help, he found a car, not in the best of hsape, but it had gas enough to get them from Grand Isle where their boat had washed up toward the city proper. Cities in general were bad news, but a couple things drove Carl to steer them towad the ruins. Hunger and thirst. Not knowing how long they had been at sea, the sight of the buildings in the distance brought only one plan to mind. There be food. Real food. Real water. So that is where he pointed the car.
Now, in a treehouse across the street from the apartments, Candy sat with her grimy, terrycloth bunny, Flopsy hugged under one arm, and her butterfly knife held closed in the other. The car had run out of gas, and Carl thought to search the surrounding dwellings for food first thing in the morning. The treehouse as the perfect place to find shelter until then.
That was two days ago... Carl was gone that first night, too weak from starvation and thirst to make it to morning. Candy was alone... again. She had no idea where Kelly or the rest of the Ocean's Ten survivors were, let alone her foster uncle. If she wanted to live, she would have to search those houses herself, but she would need energy to keep going long enough to do it.
She flicked her butterfly knife open in a disconcerting flash. The same blade she had used to make sure Carl would not rise again after the elements had taken him in the night. He Uncle Danny had said, a good chef lives and dies by their blades, so they should treat them with respect. Setting Flopsy in her lap, she wiped her blade clean on her equally grimy light blue sundress. It was all the reverence she could give as she stared down on her former guardian. Wiping dry her dark eyes, she drove the blade into Carl's thigh with practiced ease to begin cutting out chunks of meat. Her time adrift in a lifeboat had made it all too painfully normal.
When she was full, she lay down to try and get some sleep. Another thing she was lacking. It probably wouldn't be long before she was gone too. Candy heard some cars pull up along the street, but she would check that out later. If there was a later.
To her surprise, she was still alive, and feeling relatively energetic for a change. She checked and cleaned off the blade of her butterfly knife before pocketing it, and slung Flopsy over her shoulder by the strap that had been sewn into the terrycloth rabbit's back. Glancing at her partially butchered, old friend, she closed her eyes, and climbed down out of the treehouse.
Candy spotted the cars and trucks she hadn't remembered seeing when they got here, and crept over toward the apartments they were parked in front of. Time to test the doors to see if any of the automobiles were unlocked. Travelers had to have food right?
Post by Remy LaCroix on Aug 14, 2015 6:20:39 GMT -5
Remy nodded to Sasha as she came back in and offered her a bit of a smile.
"Thanks Sasha. Showers are open to anyone who wants one. Help yourself to some food and drinks."
She just hoped Aron could talk Andrei and Holly into finding safety in her apartment, although she wouldn't blame them if they didn't. There was still an opening and opportunity for them to get back before they were completely locked in for the night.
She listened to Smokey talk about his adventures crossing the country and coming back again and she decided to leave her own adventures from California to Florida, to Colorado to here out of the mix. She wasn't one to openly talk too much about herself and these strangers didn't need to know her heartache. Luca knew and that was good enough for her.
"June, nice to meet you. Ya'll can call me Remy. If we open up some windows we can get some fresh air in and sleep a little more comfortably. Skyy is getting some blankets and sheets and you can pick whatever spot you want. Get drunk enough and you may not care."
She winked to Smokey as she said that, headed for the door to get Luca. As she moved down the stairs, she saw an open door to one of the second story apartments where Lily and Dallas were. Knocking on the door, she called out to them, wherever they were in the apartment. She assumed they were talking about what happened earlier.
"Hey you two, we got food and drink upstairs. We're gonna all stay in my place just for the night, for safety. You wanna stay down here, you're on your own."
Moving down one more flight to the bottom floors, she inspected the work that was done while looking for Luca. The doors had been secured and she wanted to make sure Aron got back across the way safely and quickly. There was a back entrance that Dallas used to go to the back courtyard to bury the walker baby they could certainly use to get back. She felt that door was safe enough from walkers. Luca was standing in the living room of one of the apartments looking out the front window as the last splashes of light reflected through the thick panes. Maybe he was taking a break or maybe he was making sure they were safe before heading back upstairs. In her mind, with little trouble from the start, they were safe.
She paused for a minute before stepping inside the stuffy room and basking in the warm light. She moved close and wrapped a hand around his waist as she spoke softly and quietly. No one needed to know how deep their relationship ran and she wasn't in any position to make declarations about what they were to each other. "Damon got the generators running, which means the showers are working. I'm going to take advantage of it before I drink a bottle of wine. You're welcomed to join me. You know..to conserve water."
Sam stared at him," yea, probably. " she looked at the door to the roof." Guess we should get back down there, huh?" Sam stood up and made her way towards the door. She walked a bit funny, kind of not going in a straight line like she should have but curved a bit. She gripped the door and looked back at him," I will go with you tomorrow, to help, beats being stuck with the others. Least I like you." She chuckled as if what she said was hilarious and opened the door and headed back down stairs.
She heard voices and stopped. People were in Remy's place. She stood in the hall and waited for Damon,"um, maybe I should get a shower over there? A lot of people gonna wanna get clean and if we all try to use one shower, look, I ain't sharing the shower with some stranger, know what Mean?" She locked eyes on him and grinned," unless you want to share with me, that I would do." She moved to the apartment across from Remy's," I think we should use this one, get changed and then join the rest of them."
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 Aug 14, 2015 10:16:03 GMT -5
Damon followed her from the roof taking in one last look at the horizon. He noticed Sam was walking a bit funny and was getting more and more sure she was either drunk or on some kind of substance. His mind was occupied. His cousin was a dealer before being locked up in Atlanta for life due to a string of offences. However Sam mentioning she liked him brought a smile to his face. A feeling he was unfamiliar with of late. He had been less open to friends or even just acquaintances.
Damon heard the voices near Remys and was happy to receive credit for fixing the generators. Maybe made him more important to the group, or at least recognized for doing a job. He heard Sam mention showering in the other room and before he could respond she had suggested sharing the shower. He had opened his mouth to respond to using the other apartment "Good idea..."
His face went slightly red and replied in a joking manner "Getting a bit bold aren't we. At least buy me dinner first". He headed into the apartment and searched a closet finding some towels and looking up "Could you use a few of these?" Half trying to cover the embarrassment of his terrible joke.
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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