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"I know I can't be a runner, not with Acer out there. It's just asking for trouble. I can't stay here forever though. I'd get restless. Acer won't stop till he's dead, or I'm dead. Where your family is, it's sounding better and better. I don't want to be trapped in this hotel, I'm almost willing to risk it," Dan said calmly as he ran his hand over his leg.
"I would never be alone, not anymore. Small group maybe, one or two people. You go insane alone, even at work I was never alone. I knew safety came in number, it was commins sense. If there's more numbers, more people between the walkers and you. While I do like solitude, I like it amoungst a group. If we found a group like you and I, it would be ideal."
He looked at her. "Home is where ever you sleep now," Dan said coldly, "it's wherever you turn in for the night. There is no home anymore. Life will never have a normality again. This dream of somewhere safe , every day, home, you can never have it. New Orleans may have been your home Before, but it isn't now. You don't need to cling on to it. Ecspecially when it's not safe."
Post by Dan-Andrei Moldovan on Nov 17, 2015 10:33:26 GMT -5
"Andrei. Pleasure." he replied to Nolan, whilst washing his hands. "Sorry if I don't shake your hand right now, but there are rules to these things. Now, let's see." with his injured leg, Andrei pulled a stool that he left in there in front of Nolan, and sat down whilst putting on a pair of gloves. In the meantime, Clayton introduced himself and reminded Andrei the lack of resources they were facing. Holly had gone somewhere, but he wasn't about to call her in just yet.
"How long have you been drinking yourself to death?" he asked whilst slightly pressing on the wound, forcing some more puss to ooze out. He didn't like the situation. Normally, Andrei would wait for the alcohol to be out of the guy's system but there was a massive risk of his bone being compromised.
"Here's the short version." Andrei began explaining to Nolan. "Luckily for you, the bullet missed the bone and anything important like blood vessels or nerves, so it should be a simple matter of draining the puss, cleaning the wound and giving you a few days of antibiotics. After that, some rest and physiotherapy, and you'll be good to go. However, you've already heard our medical supplies aren't that great right now, and we've got other people who need them. So, now you need to make a decision. Let me treat this and then stay until you've paid us back the resources we used to help you. Or leave." he was dead serious when saying that. He didn't want to kick that man out to fend for himself, but Andrei wasn't about to risk everyone else's well-being and health for a random stranger.
If the man agreed, he would call out to Clayton to draft the contracts and begin preparing for what he had to do.
One of the Hotel's scouts for food and supplies known to everyone as Claira, came into the hotel with a limp and a fresh bandage on her left leg. The 18 year old russian lady was looking for Colette, for she had news about a possible threat or a person that could help them. Asking everyone where Colette was, people started to point where they had last seen her. Following where, she couldn't find her, but it didn't mean she would give up trying. Once she did find her, Claira would walk up to her quickly to tell her. if anyone around them heard at what she had to say. "Colette, I found someone out in the Bayou. He might be able to help us since he helped me kill a walker and bandaged up my leg that got cut up by a tree branch. I think he maybe military because of what he wore, how he acted and what he carried. From what I can tell, he has some sort of training in medical." Letting herself able to breath for a moment, she pulled out her bottle of water that was almost empty and drank the rest of it. The Russian lady looked around and took notice of what everyone was doing at the moment for she was always cautious because of her past before coming to New Orleans with her now late father. Patting around at her holster, she realized she had forgotten her handgun at the Person's house. She had to force herself to remember what the guys name was for he had given it to her a while ago.
"If I remember correctly, he said his name was Victor Crowley. He also told me if anyone needs any help with Medical treatment or with vehicle help, to let him know. I can show you the way to his house that he is staying at. It's probably about five miles outside of the City Colette." Claira was a bit nervous for she didn't know what Colette was going to say about the subject or even do because she was outside of the City limits searching for items that the hotel could use. It was Claira's job to search for such items or even helpful people that could help the group. Sitting down on the ground and pulling out her knife in case Acer was to do anything tonight. Who could trust a thug anyways? Claira would rub the wound a bit. The med's that was in her blood stream was starting to wear off for it was a small dose given by the Combat medic. Thinking to herself. "I really need to be more aware of these bloody woods...I'm not fully use to this sort of area. I'm more use to snow and cities. But running for my life was always a part of my life style. Better learn from this and move on." After the bit of rest, she stood back up and said. "If you need me, I'll be at the bar." Walking away, she went to the bar and sat down on one of the bar stools. Sighing a bit, she looked up and requested. "Fuck it, I need a glass of Vodka."
Last Edit: Nov 17, 2015 20:46:07 GMT -5 by Deleted
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 Nov 17, 2015 14:13:52 GMT -5
Damon was headed to this watch post but stood on a balcony for a few moments lighting up the cigar with a door open he could see back inside.
He hadnt intended to seem upset at Sam, it was hard at times when hearing questions such as 'What is this going to cost me' and not take it personal.
He looked around waiting to see if Sam was coming or if anything was happening. He would hear any vehicular activity. He was hoping the next time he saw Sam it would be a more pleasant encounter.
Post by Remy LaCroix on Nov 17, 2015 20:38:51 GMT -5
Remy leaned into the table a little more, quieting her voice as she looked almost harshly at Dan. She was about to say something about being in groups of people before she decided to just say nothing at all. At this point, she wasn't sure which side of the fence she was on when it came to being with others. There was a reason she kept her distance from people and it only got worse since Miami. What she had with Luca was accidental even if she intentionally accept what they had become. He was the only one she truly trusted with her life and oddly, she was feeling the same way about Dan.
"Yea, safety in numbers." She leaned back in her seat and looked at Simon. She knew the more people that were around, the more dangerous things could get. She just hoped Colette had a good handle on what was going on inside her own walls regardless of what was happening outside.
"I just want to talk to Colette first. I knew her before all this. It ain't fair to leave her to that wolf out there. I don't know, maybe I feel like I owe her or something for taking us in."
She looked at the bottle of rum, snatching it off the table and holding it down in her lap as she turned the bottle in her fingers.
"You know, I can't remember the last time I got drunk. Not that I was a big drinker before that, but I liked to have some fun every once in a while." She grinned a bit as she looked back up at Dan.
"What about you? What did you do for fun on your days off? Or were you one of those guys who lived to work?"
Last Edit: Nov 17, 2015 21:41:29 GMT -5 by Remy LaCroix
Sam heard the deep male voice, and froze. She glanced around in front of her, afraid to look back. The fence separated her from the man for a little bit. She felt the barrell press into her back as the fence disappeared. He told her to not scream, not to make a sound. She walked as he instructed.
He led her towards a motorcycle, and she glanced back for a split second. She could see his eyes, but his head was covered with a helmet, the visor was lifted. She saw Damon up on one of the balconies and for a split second thought about screaming . Sam moved as he told her and for one brief moment she would come into view of the bar, her blonde hair should have caught attention. She climbed upon the bike and held very still, as she felt his arm and hand wrap around her waist. Just before the bike roared to life, she saw Damon and decided she had to try. She felt the man move as he got ready to jump the bike and she screamed, "DAMON!!!!!!"
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 Nov 18, 2015 11:01:13 GMT -5
Damon had the cigar in his mouth and then heard a loud scream of his name and dropped it on the floor and ran around to get a view below. She was being kidnapped on a motorcycle and he raised his rifle trying to get a shot at the kidnapper. Some asshole he spooted the other day. He realised as he began to drive off no shot on the driver could be made until they were facing away. He fired one shot which bounced of his helmet, another nearly hit the wheel. Everyone in the hotel would hear these shots and the next shout aimed at Rollin.
"The clock is ticking Bastard. YOUR A DEADMAN RIDIN'! Your fucking with the wrong guy!..." now quieter he spoke to himself "Im coming Ready or not..."
Damon headed inside expecting someone to have heard all this go on. He picked up his cigar and kept smoking inside. He showed no nerves on the surface although on the inside he was scared for Samantha's life and health. She had none of her medication and was in a bad state. And Damon saw what they did to Anthony.
He didnt care what anyone said, be it today or tomorrow he was going to get her back. He needed a few supplies, a few special items and intelligence on why they took Sam. That guy on the motor cycle could be a good target. He was now on the first floor and entered the bar area not speaking to anyone. They might try stop him. Instead he poured himself a drink and downed it crumpling up the plastic cup.
"Fair is fair man," Nolan replied without thought, "I'll work off my debt."
Nolan was ready to clean himself up, drink one last shot, and throw himself head first into work. It would keep his mind off of things for sure.
"I could use the work anyway," he grunted a little when the man pushed on his wound, "Take my mind off things. I didn't think places like this still existed, figured everyone killed each other or got ate."
Nolan was trying to avoid the first question, he wasn't a drunk but a good drinker.
"Yeah you're right. You should wait for Collette. It's the right thing to do. But I don't know how they are going to deal with Acer. That man won't stop until one party is dead. I don't want to be here when he comes knocking. If I had it my way I would leave now, except I have no where to go. So I'm trapped her for the time being. I hope they resolve this soon, Acer and Collette always just ignored what the other one was doing, unless in the same room together. I fear they will have to act upon something they don't want to. I know Acer, he will won't your entire group dead, let's hope Collette doesn't just give them up."
Dan leanrd back in his chair, watching Remy study the rum. "A little early for a drink isn't it? Not even noon yet," Dan said with a laugh, "so you came to Collette's bar before all this? Sounds like fun, plenty of fun."
He listened to her question. "I was boring, I lived to work. In my time off I would read, and prepare work. I didn't have friends. I visited family, once a year came up here to see my parents. I contemplated getting a cat, but didn't have time to. I had a TV, that was rarely used, though I did watch movies. I was boring, and yourself?
Post by Remy LaCroix on Nov 19, 2015 8:51:55 GMT -5
Remy didn't know this Acer but from all she had gathered from what she was told, he was far worse then Adolphus ever could have dreamed of being. Acer sounded ruthless, heartless and cold to the very bone and if he didn't get his way, he would force his way. He also sounded like the kind of guy that could sniff out an ounce of vulnerability in anyone and take full advantage of it. She knew if she ever met him face to face, she would have to be everything brave. She also knew, he could very likely be the death of her here. Only Anthony, Dan and Colette knew him the most.
She set the bottle of rum back on the table and smirked as he spoke about it being too soon to start drinking. "Maybe. But I plan on drinking this at some point. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow." Her eyes drifted towards Luca before looking back at Dan with a smile. He spoke about his life and how it was all about work and she couldn't help but laugh.
"You sound boring as shit, Dan. I mean, yea, our work can be intense and I can't tell you how many hours I spent in classes, conferences and at doctor's offices, but there has to be a balance."
She thought about how all Dan talked about was his work and it was starting to make sense now. Just like her, he was determined to find out what this was, but he was not as distracted as she was. The interventions from outside forces forced her to move along, to travel and actually think about giving up, but he didn't seem to have those distractions. He was far more immersed in it.
"I mean, I'm not saying you have to get up and dance on tables drunk or anything, but you should stop and smell the roses sometimes, Dan. It's what keeps us human. It's what makes us appreciate each other a little more."
She smiled warmly to him as she said that, but that resolve was quickly gone as she heard the gunshots and Damon screaming outside. Her heart started to race as she turned in her seat and out the window, she saw a flash of a blonde and a guy in a helmet race by on a motorcycle. She wasn't the only one that heard it as she looked to Luca and Simon. According to the chart Clayton wrote, they were in charge of security. It was their job to find out. They all had jobs now.
While everyone else was busy doing their own things, James stayed with June in his room, talking about this and that, what they thought of others and what they expected would happen in the future. It was a good conversation and he got to know her better, which almost made him forget about the trouble he had caused. He had noticed people rushing back and forth outside of his door, and he could hear the commotion downstairs that sounded as if they were arguing. Instead of going down to investigate, he had remained where he was and thought if they needed him they would call for him, not wanting to be in their way.
Then all of sudden he heard gunshots from the outside; What was that? Was something attacking? He rose up to his feet and moved to look out the window, not able to see what was going on. “Shit.” He called out, looking worried back at June. “Something is going on, and it ain`t good.” He said and saw Damon went passed his room, apparently heading downstairs. “What the hell? Come, let`s see what this is about.”
Rushing out the door James went down toward the bar, seeing the people gathered there, as well some signs of what had happened by the entrance with the stranger. “What is going on? Who`s shooting?” He asked confused, trying to figure things out.
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 Nov 19, 2015 13:42:34 GMT -5
Damon saw James approach and a few others were near by including the 'security'. "I was shooting..." He bluntly stated but could tell the question James had asked wanted more information. Damon pointed at the door.
"They took her... Samantha. Guy grabbed her a put her on his bike. Couldn't get an easy shot without hitting Sam so I aimed at the tires of the motorcycle... But the wanker got away." Damon felt a drip of sweat run down the side of his face and his shoulder ached from the kick back of the rifle.
He rubbed his shoulder "I'm going to get her... First I need to capture that asshole when hes out on his bike. Question him before they hurt her... like they beat Anthony."
Post by Dan-Andrei Moldovan on Nov 19, 2015 16:14:39 GMT -5
"Glad we see eye to eye." He replied to Nolan's agreement to work off his debt. "Clayton will work on drafting contracts, so it's written clearly and no selective memory can kick in and arguments break out. We'll start you off easy, then see how things go." whilst talking, he kept inspecting the wound. The fact that it was infected made it a major clusterfuck and a massive drain on their resources. And he avoided the question about drinking. Andrei understood that the man might be a bit ashamed, but it was still important.
"Ok, look. Things aren't too great. I'll need to give you antibiotics for about 2-3 days. I need to know if you're allergic to anything. Also, how often, how much and for how long have you been drinking. It's very important to know this. If you're a long time drinker, you'll probably have some defects that will interfere with the antibiotics and you might need something to help your blood clot." He spoke looking into the man's eyes. He'd have to ask Holly to come help. A counterincision would be necessary to properly clean the wound now. Hopefully it was only surface damage and little to no necrosis.
Suddenly, he could hear gunshots and a motorcycle engine revving and speeding away, followed by the entire commotion. Andrei closed his eyes and sighed deeply. "I swear to God, one of these days, I'm going to build a moat of walkers. Excuse me for a second." he turned away from Nolan and yelled down the hallway so he could be heard in the bar. "Is anyone wounded?" he asked everyone in the bar. "What's going on?"
"Well when you do drink it save me a glass," Dan said, "maybe not a morning drink, but I'd have one. I drank, glass of wine with reading, maybe a drink with family." He smiled, "I would enjoy a drink actually. Acer's had some, though most would get picked clean by the guards. I doubt he even realized how many times a guard would be drunk while on watch."
He looked at her. "I told you I was boring, so that should be surprise. I worked, I enjoyed working. I had all of college to drink and be an ass. Now I work. It was the same with all my coworkers, living to work. We were a small group, I went for drinks with the once. I don't think anyone enjoyed it."
He chuckled a bit. "I took a cooking class, that's living it up," he said with a smirk, "cooking for one, the solo meals. I can't cook though, was still fun to go to."
At the first sound of gunfire he didn't even flinch. People would shoot all the time at Acer's, taking down walkers with gun fire. It was stupid but over two years he grew used to it. It wasn't until he heard someone screaming that he reacted.
He followed along with Remy. He saw the bike. "That must have been Rollin, one of Acer's," he said looking at her, "I wonder who he took a why. Everyone important is inside. Either way Acer will have her, I can't exactly break this one out. Going guns blazing that way will be the death of you."
Last Edit: Nov 19, 2015 18:49:27 GMT -5 by Deleted
Colette ran towards the bar, she didn't even realize Cade wasn't following her. She heard more shots. Bout fuckin time. She thought it was her people firing at the dead moving around behind her, to give them cover. That was until she heard the roar of the engine and a male voice scream out a threat. He had taken someone! Colette knew who was on the bike the second she heard it. Rollin always traveled by bike. Dear god, it was starting already! Who had he taken? She glanced back to ask Cade what he thought the play was? Why would they take someone? Cade wasn't there. She stopped steps from the front door of the bar. Where the hell were the guards? What was going on around here? She felt her pulse thundering away, as she realized Cade had gone off on his own. He had left them, left her.
She pushed down her fear, her emotional pain, and got to the front door. She pounded on it, til someone let her in. She would take care of their lax, once she figured out what the hell was going on.
Once inside, Colette paused to catch her breath. She stared at the group in the bar. Her eyes ran over every face. She tossed the shot gun on a table as she marched into the room, "What the fuck is going on?!" she saw James and shook her head, as her eyes found Clayton, 'Why the hell are there no guards out front? Where are our rooftop guards, Clayton?!" Her voice was rising, "I told you to give them jobs, that wasn't a suggestion!" she balled her hands into fists, and practically bit the blood out of her lip, stifling the scream that rose in her throat at the pain. She instantly released her grip with her right hand, she had hurt it badly when she hit Cade. Serves me right.
Colette looked at all of them, "First things first, "Rollin just left here, one of Acer's men, I heard shots, and I figure he took someone." She saw Remy and her gaze went past all the others, "We will get whoever it is back, Acer wants James, and I won't give him back to die, I offered another solution, and he denied it."Colette paused, 'We are now at war. Acer will not stop, and this is the beginning."Colette looked at Damon, Dan, Luca , Simon, James , Anthony, and Clayton, "I want men on the rooftops, I want guards out front, I want someone to take stock of weapons, and I want someone making molotov cocktails out of those." She pointed at the row of bottles behind the bar, "Now, get to work." She moved out of the bar and headed for her office, 'And someone find me the doctor." Her hand was throbbing and she knew she had busted something. She paused at her office door as Claira came up to her.She listened to her, "I will get Angel to go with you, hopefully he will assist us, we need all the help we can get."
Angel had come running when she heard gunfire. She hit the door of the kitchen into the bar and froze as she saw Colette. Cade wasn't with her. What was going on? Angel stood there, watching, silent. Colette gave orders and then headed off to her office. The war had started, the years of peace were done. Angel knew this was going to happen eventually, but she was still shocked by Colette's words.
She got herself together, and took off for the office. She passed Claira in the small hall and knocked before going inside. She closed the door behind her, 'What the fuck happened, and where is Cade? If that old bastard hurt Cade, I will fuck him up!"
Colette sat down in her chair, her hand held close to her stomach."Shut up, Angel!" She shook her head, 'Look, Cade left." She closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath, 'We are taking the fight to Acer, Claira found someone on her last run, go with her to find him ."
Angel saw how she was holding her hand, 'What's wrong with your hand?" She crossed the room and went to touch Colette's hand. Colette pulled away, "Don't touch it!" She stared at Angel, 'I broke it punching Cade in the face, alright!" She exhaled a deep breath, 'We argued and he said things and I punched him." She shook her head, "doesn't matter, I have to take care of things, you go with Claira and find the man, and tell someone to send the doctor in here, please?"
Angel nodded , 'alright." She left the room and went back to the bar, seeing Claira drinking, 'Alright, looks like me and you gotta take a ride, right?" She glanced at Clayton, "You get the doc to go in there and check on her, now.' She smiled at Claira, 'I am gonna go grab a few party favors, then we roll out, ok." Angel went into the back storeroom and came back a few moments later with a duffel bag, 'Ready to roll?" She tossed a set of keys to Claira, 'you drive."
Claira nodded her head at as to who was going to come with her and what her one role was to be. Lifting her hand, she caught the keys and slowly stood up. "Ok then Angel, lets get going before anything else happens. Let me go grab something real quick. I'll meet you at your vehicle." Running up the stairs, she went into her room and grabbed her hoody. Sliding it on, she slid her hand under the mattress and pulled out her Primary weapon. Her father's old AK-74U. Going to the dresser, she reached behind it and pulled out her Para Knife and sheath. Putting the knife on her right hip and adjusting the straps, she was ready. Slinging her AK around her shoulder and neck, she ran back downstairs and out the door towards Angel's car. Opening the driver side door, she got in and quickly shut it. Sliding the key into the ignition and turning it, the engine came to life. "Now, where we are going...we will have to walk a bit to get to his house. Doubt this will go through trees rather well Angel."
Claira put the car in Drive and sped off down the road and made a few turns to get the proper direction of where they were to go. The car ride to the edge of the woods was quiet coming from the 18 year old Russian. Claira barely talked much except for what she found on her runs. Every now and then, she would make adjustments of their driving with slight movements of the wheel to avoid hitting any walkers along the way. When she did say something, she asked Angel. "So whats in the bag if I may ask Angel?" They were coming closer to the tree line and when they did reach it, Claira stopped and put it in park. Taking in a deep breath and then a quick exhale, she exited the car but left the door open until Angel got out. When angel shut her door, Claira would hit the Lock switch making the doors of the car lock at once. Shutting her door, she pointed straight ahead.
"His house is straight through the woods. Lets get moving." Claira would take lead with her AK in her hands and ready to fire. Slowly, they made their way through the trees and began to come into a clearing.
-Claira and Angel leaves thread and to be continued in the other thread.-
James was shocked to hear the news, Damon claimed it had been him who had been shooting, that someone had taken Samantha, one of Acer`s men. He couldn`t believe it, why kidnap her of all people? Was this his fault? Had they done it to get to him, or was this part of some other grand scheme Acer had cooked up? Listening to Damon, it was obvious he would do anything to get her back, even if it meant he would need to head into the lion`s den himself. What was he thinking? It would only get him killed and make matters worse, no, best would be if he stayed with them until they figured a plan. James wanted to say something; he wanted to assist in some way, but then just as the doctor called out, asking if anyone was hurt, the door slammed open and in stepped Colette.
Instead of greeting everyone in a friendly manner, she was pissed, raging about where the guards where, having witnessed what had happened outside the moment she arrived. Had no one been guarding them this whole time? Could anyone have sneaked up on them without anyone noticing? It was a frightening thought. Looking at Colette, he could see she still wasn`t pleased with him and when she told everyone they were now at war with Acer, because she didn`t want to give in to his demands. James felt all the more guilty about it, if only he and his brother hadn`t been there that day, if Liam hadn`t stolen those goods from Acer, it could all have been avoided.
Glancing over the others in the room, he hoped they wouldn`t start to blame him, to become a lynch mob. He wouldn`t blame them if they did, he was sure nobody really trusted him and many would probably not give it a second thought if it meant they themselves could be safe. James was thankful however that Colette had saved him, even though he felt she didn`t need too. He noticed her hand, something was wrong, she was bleeding. Before he could ask about it, she went to her office asking for the doctor, seemingly wanting to be left alone.
Then he remembered, the engine sound he had heard from his room earlier, it reminded him of something, his brother. The same noise which was heard outside the building where Liam had been killed, but why? Was the same guy who captured Samantha on the scene of crime? He hadn`t seen him, but he had to be there, how else could he explain it. What if the thugs he had brutally slaughtered hadn`t killed his brother afterall, maybe it was the biker? Had he stared a war just on an assumption or because they had been threatened? He couldn`t tell, in that moment it had to be one and the same. James needed to do something, he couldn`t just sit idly by anymore.
Again walking over to Colette`s office, he knocked on the door, wanting to speak with her in private. “Ehm, Colette…you got a moment?” He asked carefully peeking in, knowing she wasn`t in the best of mood. Hopefully she would have the time to speak to him, it was important he got to say what he needed too.
Post by Remy LaCroix on Nov 20, 2015 17:54:06 GMT -5
Remy watched as Colette finally returned, slamming the door open having gotten to the bottom of it all. Samantha, the other blonde she barely knew, had been taken by a man on a motorcycle. She heard that motorcycle before, but never saw who was driving it. She looked out the window, then back to Colette wondering why Acer would take the girl. Then she had a thought.
"Dan, you should come with me. You were inside Acer's mansion for a while. Maybe you can give some insight." She motioned him to follow her as she came up behind James with an idea of what was going on outside of Colette's place.
It was very possible they were all put in a position they could not control. Like rats in a cage, Acer may be forcing their hands until he got everything he wanted.
Post by Candy Akiyama on Nov 20, 2015 23:59:00 GMT -5
Candy finished cleaning out the disassembled hand guns. It was only a couple minutes to reassemble them, no two weeks here. Any other firearms were left alone, because these guns were the only ones she had been taught. While she was replacing them in storage, she heard shots from outside. The little girl froze, listening intently for any further commotion. To her great relief she heard no more from the corner of the hotel she was in.
Quickly, she noted which of the guns had been cleaned, and made sure to lock the door before pushing it closed. Those gunshots had Candy hurrying back to Dallas' room, and her little corner in it. Candy huddled by her bedding. To pass the time, she wrote out the armory's inventory long hand. Since that was mostly just copying over the list she already counted up, it didn't kill more than a few minutes.
Candy sat silent, no one was coming to get her, and there had been no other gunshots she could hear. She hugged Flopsy, and swung the bunny over her shoulder again. "I hope this turns out to be the Lost Kingdom after all, Flopsy. It's not fun always going into exile."
Shifting to sit on her knees, she slid the bunny back off her shoulder at a moment's stray thought. Candy set the plush-turned-daypack in her bedding to face her. She adjusted the old toy princess tiara atop her head. "You know what, Councilor Flopsy? We have not held a meeting in a long time. I, Princess Candy of the Lost Kingdom, call this meeting of the High Council to order. Councilor Flopsy you have the floor."
Lowering her voice to her best imitation of a baritone, it could be mistaken for mocking. Candy leaned forward and made the terrycloth rabbit bob its head as she gave it her voice. "I move we go see if we can count that carpenter man's stuff yet, Princess Candy."
She smiled to the bunny plush and nodded, her voice back to its somewhat natural squeak, "Motion seconded. All in favor raise your hand." Candy raised one hand and raised one of Flopsy's fabric arms with her other. "Okay, the ayes have it. Let's go!"
Candy scooped and slid the bunny back over her shoulder, and headed out through the halls and stairs to James' room. Peering in, she made sure the room was empty before slipping through the door. She'd search for the toolbox, and if she could find it she'd open it to inventory what was inside.
Last Edit: Nov 21, 2015 0:01:53 GMT -5 by Candy Akiyama
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