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Post by Jordan McAllister on Dec 27, 2015 1:49:56 GMT -5
Jordan simply glanced to Kelsey as she saw her treat Stephan like she was, but couldn't help but only shrug when she saw that the guy apparently was harmless, though she did wonder for the grin she got from Kelsey was...was she expecting her to be jealous? To feel threatened by the current subject of her comfort? Well, she wasn't per se, but she did wonder just why Stephan was following them for such a while. After making sure her trap wasn't sabotaged completely, she quickly set it back up again before walking back upstairs with her pipe in her hands, her cool gaze alert but adventurous.
Post by Yameki Nakamura on Dec 30, 2015 15:32:15 GMT -5
Yameki was relieved to find the conflict reduced to a mild simmer, and when everyone divided and went their separate ways, he picked up his pipe and followed Jordan's footsteps. Abel had disappeared into the kitchen, for whatever his own reasons were, and Yameki didn't bother trying to talk to him; his English left much to be desired, and he didn't know how to properly communicate with him. Kelsey was tending to the newcomer in the living room, and while she could potentially use the back up, he preferred to lend it to Jordan, and explore with her.
"Is it big up here?" He asked her, trailing just behind, their shadows running on the hallway walls together. His eyes scanned the rooms as they adventured, and for a moment, it seemed as though luck was on their side once more. The house, to his eyes, seemed safe enough for them to stay in for the night, and he was exhausted. He was sure that she was, too.
Once the two were further away from the stairs, and more out of earshot, he lowered his voice and got down to business. "Do you think it is safe, with them? With the man?"
Stephen was shocked they agreed so fast. He could be anyone, a killer or a lier. There could be men outside right now waiting for them. Yet the guy with the gun agreed. Maybe it was because he was nervous, or because he was unarmed but they agreed he was okay to stay. That was weight lifted off his shoulders, maybe he'd get at at least one nights rest.
He looked at the girl who seemed more accepting, and almost flirty compared to the others. "Okay it's fine. Just banged up. I can move it, so I don't think anything is broken. But I may be bruised. Look at if you want." He smiled at her.
He took a spot on the couch beside her. "Maybe I wouldn't mind a little biting. As long as you aren't infected that is," he said joking a bit. "Somewhere are all you from? Around here? You wouldn't really have a reason unless you were."
As Abel took the opportunity to walk outside and around the house, Kelsey remained with the others, but most of all with Stephan who she decided to care for. She listened intently to what he said and found it amusing how he tried to tease her, which in truth made her intrigued. Smiling she checked his hand, confirming what he stated. Luckily it wasn`t broken, just badly bruised. “Oh, we`ve been here and there. Originally Abel, Jessica and I studied art in Detroit, but our fieldtrip was ruined the day the virus caused chaos in the streets. The National Guard picked us up and we traveled with them for a while, after they imploded, we`ve been on our own.“ She said, thinking back about all those she`d lost on the way, it was sad, but at least she was alive.
“Well, seems you are right, though had he hit you harder it could have been a lot worse. What exactly where you doing entering here anyway? I heard what you said, but…” Kelsey paused, trying to think of a better way to get more information out of him without alerting her intention. Sure she had convinced Abel to let the stranger in, but she had other ways to do things. “You can tell me, I won`t rat you out.” She continued and gave a flirtatious look, still holding his hand.
Post by Jordan McAllister on Jan 22, 2016 17:08:40 GMT -5
Jordan made her way down the halls of the upstairs portion of the house, her pipe in hand in case she needed it for whatever, beit bashing a door down or for self-defense. What with the little run-in with the guy downstairs who she could hear was being gently interrogated, her paranoia started to rise now as she looked out a window absentmindedly, her light eyes taking in the scenery from above while it was still daylight out. With a sigh, she went to try to open one of the doors but found it to be...quiet on the other side. That didn't bode well for her, but then again, if it was really empty, that was a good thing, right? So on that logic, she gave a couple knocks against the wooden door to see if something would come up towards it, turning her head aside to be able to hear better.
Post by Yameki Nakamura on Jan 24, 2016 22:11:04 GMT -5
Yameki kept close to Jordan as she ventured down the hall, as if a shadow. He waited for her response to his questions, and when he didn't receive any, he paused in his stride and took her in. She seemed pensive, anxious, as she moved down the hall, with her pipe on the alert and her eyes scanning the walkway. He took in her posture and the way she tried to listen behind doors, and thought back to how the others had cleared the house with her just before they met Stephen. He furrowed his brow lightly, not because he didn't appreciate her extra caution, but because he could tell something was bothering her.
He walked up beside her, then, and stood next to her at the closed door. He rested a slow hand on her shoulder, and as he took in her determined stance, he leaned down to her, the taller of the two, and spoke softly. "What is wrong?"
Perhaps it was just the nerves from their encounter with the stranger downstairs, or maybe even built up exhaustion from the day's travels and their joining of Abel's crew. It could have all been in his head, but right now, with their team scattered throughout the house, Jordan was his first priority. She always had been, since they met that day in Illinois, when she had saved him without even realizing, without even trying. If something was troubling her, he wanted to know about it so he could help as soon as possible.
"Really it's fine. Doesn't even really hurt anymore. I'll just let it rest, maybe baby it for the day. Your friend doesn't look to strong, I doubt he could have caused to much damage. He didn't even swing it right," Stephen said calmly. He listened to her next part, telling the truth,
"It is the truth. I was just looking for a place to hide out. Rest the night, hang out till morning. I knew this place was open, it was an easy spot to hide. I didn't know you would still be here." He smiled again. "Not that I mind, I haven't seen anyone in so long. Since I was back in California. Helped that they are all good looking."
He gave a smirk and leaned back. "So why did you all come here? What drew you to Michigan?" He watched her. "You're an artist? Skills transfer to surviving all this?"
Tell me this wasn't a dead end, Ian grumbled as the three Humvee convoy from Belle Isle crossed over Cole Road, marking Monroe's northern boundary. Putting an earbud into one ear, he listened quietly to the radio message they'd heard back at Belle Isle, trying to discern as much as possible from it. This had to come from an active radio....but where? he mused, his earlier grumbliness having gone away; to his mind, they were here, so why not spend the hour they'd alloted and search as much of the city as possible.
"Okay, here's what we're going to do," Ian said over the radio as they turned off of N. Monroe Street onto Elm Street. "We're going to search as much as we can before the hour we've spent is up and we have to leave. Jake, I want you to get on the RDF, try to find any active radios; that signal we heard had to come from around here somewhere. Even if we can't track it down, everyone, let's at least see if we can't find any survivors, alright?" Several radio clicks indicated his words were understood. Pointing forward, he said to the driver, "Alright, let's begin our search."
(Okay, since me and Stephan is pulling out, it might be best for you others to close this thread and continue in another, or you can stay here, whatever you decide. Won`t be playing Abel anymore.)
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5