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As Susan watch her lover drive away in the semi Freight Liner louring the majority of the horde away from the group of people in the parking lot of the motel, Susan can see still some continued towards the motel right for the group of people. The small horde of walkers left was still to great for even this large group people to take head on. Susan then turns her attention to one of the men as he said her name. She didn't recognize him at first, but as she got closer walking quickly towards him she realized it was her brother Charles. Charlie.... Is that you? Susan says as she sounded over whelmed with joy. Susan runs up and hugs him firmly for a good moment not letting him go for several minutes as the tears runs down her face.
Susan pulls down her mask and takes off her hood so he can get a good look at her as it's been years since they last seen each other. Well... I would love to take the time to catch up on everything that has happen, but we need to get inside now and take cover. Susan says to him while pointing her thumb over her shoulder at the small horde coming their way behind her. Susan then turns her attention to the horde as one of the walkers got close to her and tries to grab her. Susan quickly pulls out her Tantos stabbing the one in the head and then sheaths them while grabbing Ninjato taking a slice at another walker just behind the other one. Okay time to go! Susan says to the group.
Post by Hannah Madison Emritz on Jan 11, 2016 20:09:40 GMT -5
Hannah drove the truck for a while. Taking different streets to change the direction of the horde. After some time has past, she was close to the edge of Jacksonville. Stopping, she quickly turned the wheel to see that a good amount of the walkers chasing her was still on her tail, but they were still off a bit of ways. Instead of going the way she came, she decided to follow the border of the town. Every now and then she would stop to look over the map. Usually marking the stop she was at. As she studied the map, she saw she was slowly making her way back to the motel. "I could have stayed with Susan instead of leading the majority of the dead with me. Hopefully I get something in return for risking not just my neck, but Susan's neck for helping them." She reached into the cup holder and pulled out a cigarette from her pack, sitting back into the seat, she lit it and shot out a long jets of smoke out of her nose. When she was about to turn off onto another street, she heard pain ridden screaming. Screaming, from a child. Looking into the driver side mirror, she saw the horrific site. A half eaten walker was feasting, no. Gorging itself on what looked to be a young male who tried fighting the thing off it. It was eating his back, every now and then sitting up as if taunting her.
Undoing her seat belt, she took out her 45 handgun and opened her door. Standing up, she held onto the metal bar which was attached to the exhaust stack. Aiming, she squeezed the trigger. Her gun blasted a round and hit its mark. The walker flung backwards off the boy, laying on its side motionless. The kid didn't have much longer to live since she could hear more of the dead coming they're way. Aiming down slightly, she said to herself. "Divine Mother, take back your child so he knows not of this suffering." Then squeezed the trigger again. His body too went limp as a hole was now in his skull. Sittback in her seat, she slammed the door shut. Hannah knew that this would be in her nightmares for as long as she lived in this now world of living Hell. Taking a drag of her cigarette, she went onto turning the rig onto the other street. Shifting gears quickly, the truck roared. The sound of the boy's screaming echoed inside her head awhile. Its something no one wants to hear, ever. Yet she was forced to. Signs for the motel began popping up the miles to it, and at certain ones turn offs for it.
Eventually, she pulled up into the back of it. The time it took her to drive from the motel to get back to it only took half an hour. Time seemed to have stretched out when she drove and killed. Hannah was surprised at how fast she had gotten back. Turning the rig around, she backed up to the building. An odd sight it maybe, but it would give her the time to get it into gear and drive if needed. What she really wanted was to get into a bed and lay there and try to forget the sound. Locking the passenger side door, she grabbed her pack of smokes, her Zippo, and one of the empty bags. She filled it with mixed supplies of two mag lights, water bottles and different canned food. Zipping it up, she took the key out, opened her door again, locked it and stepped out. Shutting it hard, she ran for a staircase going up to the next floor. Running around to the front, she looked for Susan. Sliding her hood and mask up, she pulled out her lever action 12 gauge shotgun from its holster. "Susan? Where are you?"
Post by Charles Murphy on Jan 12, 2016 14:22:31 GMT -5
England continued to insist that Charles had stolen from the club, but the accusations were dismissed to a later date. Now Charles was rather preoccupied with the person who had just fallen out of the truck, who looked a lot like his sister Susan. Without realizing how the others reacted, he moved forward and when she revealed herself to him completely, there was no doubt. Overwhelmed by emotions they ran toward each other and hugged it out, never had he thought he would see her again, it felt incredible. “I thought I had lost you.” He whispered in her ear as he held her tight, never wanting to let go again.
Then she and the others suggested for them to get a move on, to which he agreed with a nod. “You`re right, we shouldn`t stay here.” He answered and released his hold of her, watching what happened next, how his sister took care of herself against the approaching threat and how the others did the same. Reaching for the knife Charles prepared to help out and together they moved over to the motel, where they hoped to be safe. Still holding onto the key, Charles searched for the right room.
After a short moment they found it and he unlocked the door, luckily there didn`t seem to be anyone inside, dead or living. Cautiously he walked in, into what was one large room containing a double-sized bed, one comfortable chair, a TV hanging on the wall and some other furniture’s scattered about, with one small bathroom in the back. “Quickly now, everyone inside!” He called out, holding the door open for them all to enter. Once they were safe and sound he locked door.
Minutes passed and they could finally relax again, the walkers were unable to get to them. Charles used the opportunity to reconnect with his sister, who he hadn`t met in years, and he introduced her to Dannie and Damon, as well the other bikers who probably remembered her somewhat. “You`ve changed little sister, I nearly didn`t recognize you back there, damn am I happy to see you!” He said and hugged her again, kissing her forehead in a friendly manner. “I went searching for you in Georgia, but I couldn`t find you. There was no trace left at the address I had to go with, all I found were these letters.” As he mentioned that, he reached for his backpack and grabbed the letters, showing them to her. “Looks like my letters didn`t reach you, nor did yours leave…they had hidden them well, it was only by accident that I found them.”
After revealing the letters, a voice was heard outside, someone was asking for Susan`s whereabouts. Immediately Charles reached for his gun, attaching the silencer while he moved to stand by the door. “Someone you know?” He asked Susan with a low voice and waited for a reply.
Dannie ran into the hotel room that seemed pretty dingy. She went towards the bathroom, checking for biters, considering they just ran in to get away from the horde the driver in the semi was leading away. As he spoke to the dark haired girl, it was learned who she was...sister. She was most assuredly a stranger amongst friends and that unease could easily be seen on her face. These were his people now.
She stayed in back as the voice outside was heard calling out to his sister and she looked to the window. She looked at Tobias who was shooting incredibly dirty looks her way. She knew why and honestly, she didn't want to sleep in the same room with him. She would have to keep one eye open. She decided to pipe up before Charles made the decision to keep them all in here.
"When the horde passes we should clear out a few rooms and settle in for the night."
Last Edit: Jan 12, 2016 17:05:06 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Tobias Wayne on Jan 12, 2016 20:01:13 GMT -5
"Kennedy, Castro, Nixon, an' Johnson can clear rooms when this passes," Tobias barked to his men who all nodded in agreement, "Until then I think we can all jus' catch up. Jesus las' time I saw little Susan you was jus' tha' lil! God damn I'm ah ol' son of ah bitch."
"And ugly," blurted Castro.
"Way crazy as fuck too," chuckled Kennedy.
"Limp dicked," replied Nixon.
And lastly Johnson, "But mostly old."
The four men got a big laugh out of that and Tobias smirked giving them the finger. Castro kept his eye on the window every so often looking out while Tobias sat greedily on the only chair with his buck knife scooping into his bag of cocaine with the tip and taking one or two snorts. Each hit was instant for Tobias with his pupils growing small to the size of a pen light, "That's be wha' daddyo likes! God damn lets hope they pass soon so as I can work off some of this 'ere energy."
Tobias passed the bag on to Kennedy before breaking into his flask of liquor. "So Charlie me boyo, you came all tha' way to Georgia lookin' fer Susan? I didn' even know she be in the same state as me during business."
England made his way inside with the others. He still wasn't done with Charlie, the biker had some explaining to do. He had stolen those supplies, and left his brothers to die. He knew it. Charlie had to pay for what he did, and Tobby or his boy toys couldn't stop him.
England came up behind the pig, glaring at her. He saw Tobias on the chair, cocaine in his lap as usual. "Surprised you even have that shit. Thought you would have gone dry a year ago. You rationing it, the way you all are diving into it seems like you'd be out. Is it even past noon yet yah druggie?" England was never one for drugs, he had taken many on many occasions, but was never a fan. Drinking was more his thing, he would kill for some bullet whiskey.
"Eh you think splitting up is a good idea? The hoarde don't look like they are moving any faster, some are splitting off this way. We can't deal with them now without attracting more. The semi can only hold their attention for so long."
He looked at Charlie, "amd you still need to explain yourself running off. Abandoning your brothers, betraying the club."
As everyone gathered in the room of the motel that her brother Charles had a key for while Charles shut the door Susan turns to her brother. He explained to her how he missed her as well as he looked for her in Georgia. He also showed her the letters that he found when he reached the house her foster parents and her lived in. Yeah. My foster parents kept them from me and even took my letters I wrote you without my knowledge. Susan said to him with a bit of agitation in voice of what her foster parents did. When I found out about it I decided to run away. Although, I ended up living on the streets for a while. Susan explained to her brother. A group of people took me in and showed me how to survive and even looked out for me like family. Susan added to her explaining to her brother Charles.
Suddenly, Susan hears Hannah calling out to her and Charles asked her if that was a friend of hers as he heard Hannah call Susan's name too. Yeah. That's Hannah out there. She was the one driving the Semi and loured away most of the horde out there. She's my best friend. Susan said to Charles. We need to let her know that we are in this room here. Susan explained to her brother. So you got any ideas there, Charlie? Susan asked her brother.
Susan then heard a voice in the room that she remember from back when she was a kid. She looked around and seen Tobias sitting in the chair. Tobias..? Oh my god... I should of known this hellish world wouldn't take you down old man. Susan said jokingly to him and laughs a bit while walking over giving him a hug.
Susan notices Tommy who accuses her brother of abandoning the gang and stealing supplies from them. She just remains silent for the moment letting her brother Charles handle it. Susan never did like Tommy that much.She was sure the feeling was mutual from Tommy.
Post by Damon Carter on Jan 13, 2016 23:54:39 GMT -5
Damon was on Dannie's side. If she felt like an outsider, left adrift in a sea of strangers, then he felt like an island, far off in the distance, out of sight and out of mind. With the current company, he couldn't say that he bemoaned the neglect; these were not his type of people, and clearly, Dannie felt the same. They were Charles's people, some of them even family, and he respected that for what it was. But as he watched Tobias snort cocaine off of his knife and felt the heady tension in the air from Tommy's presence, he agreed that separate lodgings would be ideal.
"Hopefully they'll pass by quickly if we're quiet," Damon said, nodding to Dannie's sentiment. "And then in the morning, we can go."
He didn't know if Charles intended to stay with these people, or if Dannie would stay with him and he would left on his own. But at this point, he missed his quiet little town more than anything, and so wished that the horde had never swept over them like a murderous tidal wave that swept them out to this seedy little hotel. An outsider looking in, he could see the storm brewing, the way that Tommy's accusations weighed down the room, the way that the walls seemed to close in on them all, as if too small to hold them all, the way that the more time they spent together, the more he saw all of their lives shortening. He could see it, and he knew Dannie could see it, but Charles, so overjoyed by his reunion, seemed to be more wrapped up in that than anything else.
They were in the eye of the storm, calm and dangerous, and he could only hope that be it walkers or traitors, they all made it through the night.
Post by Hannah Madison Emritz on Jan 14, 2016 19:43:10 GMT -5
Hannah could hear the light sounds of conversation going on down below her. She figured that Susan was in a safe place since she hasn't cried out for help. But it did worry her that she didn't call out to let her know which room she was in. So she had to find her own place to rest in. The thought of sleeping in the rig did come to mind. Walking back around the balcony to out back, the sight of walkers going across the parking lot was one she did expect. Sliding the shotgun into its holster, she took out her the daggers from their resting spot on her wrist. The back of the rig was close enough for her if she decided to jump. "But that would make noise...something I don't want to do....fuck me 7 ways til Sunday." She said lightly to herself. Letting out a slow sigh, she climbed over the rails and lowered herself down to the Freightliner. Once she figured she was as low as she could get without making to much sound, she let go and landed on her feet crouching.
Making haste, she quickly walked over to the back of the cab and slid the keys out of her pocket. Leaning over slightly, she slid the key into the door and unlocked it. Hannah took the keys and put them back into her left pocket. Now what she had to do next was going to be quick. Opening the door fast, she grabbed a hold of the vertical bar which was on the exhaust stack and swung herself into the truck. Quickly taking the bag off and throwing it into the sleeper section, she felt a hand grab her ankle and tried pulling her out. With a Good grip on the wheel, she looked Down and saw a single walker. Raising her right foot up, Hannah brought her boot down kicking the walker. The last kick, the steel toe broke open the skull making gunk pour out onto her black leather boot. Pushing it back, she brought the door back and shut it. Once shut, she would then lock it. Climbing into the back, she sat on the queen size bed. Kicking her boots off, with a blood mess that needed to be cleaned up. Ripping the lower section of her shirt which in turn exposed her waist and stomach. Spitting on it, she picked up her boot and began to clean off the blood. After a while, most of it was off. Tossing it out the side window, she laid back against the wall of the sleeper with shotgun and M1911 resting on her lap ready for anyone that decided to try and steal the big rig. "Ah Hannah me dear...what did I get me self into now?"
Post by Charles Murphy on Jan 15, 2016 18:27:12 GMT -5
“You left them?! And they let you? What kind of suppose parents did you end up with? Damn…if I knew, I…” Charles paused in frusteration, wishing he had found out sooner. “A group? What sort of group?” He had lots of questions, they hadn`t spoken in years and only now did they have the chance to catch up. So far she had only mentioned that the group had taken her in like family, but how so? Were they a cult? God he hoped not. By the look of things it at least seemed she had managed to take care of herself, she had survived this far. With a stern look at her he thought about everything she must have been through, why hadn`t she tried to reach him sooner?
In the background Charles heard Dannie speak, saying they should clear more room once the horde passed. Tobias stepped in suggestion his men could do it, but that he now much more rather wanted to sit down and catch up. As his attention turned toward Susan, Charles simply watched and listened to their interaction, amused by his old friends. “I didn`t find out until after me and England got out of prison, and I didn`t feel like telling everyone about it.” Charles answered Tobias`s question firmly as he glanced over at Dannie, who had been there at the day he was arrested. The look he gave her wasn`t a judging look, but more a look remembering the old days, thinking they had gotten far since then.
“Well, you might want to go and tell her we`re here. I can follow you outside if you wish.” Charles answered Susan about the other girl as he listened to the noise outside, which seemed to have gotten quieter. The keys to the room had been left in the keyhole. What England said about splitting up seemed logical, although it was probably for the best that they split up as Dannie wished, he could tell she and Damon felt out of place. “You might be right, we`ll see how things changes out there, we can decide that later. However I`d like us to leave this place tomorrow morning, I`m thinking perhaps we should go west.” He replied to England, though got blamed again for something he hadn`t done.
“How many times do I have to tell you Tommy, I didn`t steal from the club!” He insisted, almost shouting. “I left because those I once knew and loved was turning into something I didn`t want to be a part of, this new world changed many of our guys. Hell, I thought even you`d see that! I took my things and went to find my sister, all I had was my bike, guns and clothes.”
While Charles was busy catching up with his sister and defending himself against his own club, she looked towards Damon who agreed that more rooms should be cleared out. She was getting restless though. She knew they needed to get to the rooms before nightfall. The walkers had to same vision day and night, but they were limited in what they could and couldn't do.
"Don't worry kiddo, I'll take care of the rooms on my own." She looked back at Tobias and his dogs and shook her head. "Looks like they won't be able to do shit anyways."
She pushed past the lot of them, leaving Charles and his sister be with a good mind to knock the cocaine laced knife right out of Tobias' hands. She kept her cool though, considering she was the outsider amongst them all. She moved towards the door and shot a look to Tobias while speaking to Charles.
"I can take care of it on my own. No bullets, no guns. Unless your crackhead friends, I can take down a few walkers with a knife on my own. I'll clear out a few rooms on the top floor and I'll be back."
Instead of just slipping out, she moved to Charles and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "I'll be back in a few."
She heard Castro mutter something in Spanish under his breath and she knew exactly what it meant. She had been called that word a few times before. As she moved to the door, she gave herself a mental pep talk before opening the door with knife in hand and slipping out. She looked left and right and saw the walkers were still swarming the semi and she had no idea if the girl who had been driving was still inside the cab or if she managed to escape. With any luck, she could stay safe and the walkers would lose interest. She took the steps upstairs two by two, launching herself to the second floor of the hotel and crouching down behind the railing so the walkers couldn't spot her so easily. Here, she would go room to room to try and clear them out.
Post by Tobias Wayne on Jan 18, 2016 21:45:10 GMT -5
"This world and the next cou' never kill meh girly," Tobias roare with laughter, "and England ye know they always alled meh Cocaine Wayne! I gots lots'o coke back in Georgia and plenty mor' on meh now tha' we ain' got piggybacking coppers tah worry about! This be our world now ye' know!"
The idea hit him when talking to England as Dannie left, "Boyos on meh and lets go help tha' lady. Charlie stay and deal with this piece of shat. Well watch over Miss Piggy don' worry."
Tobias's men flocked out of the room with Tobias in tail but before he closed the door he said with a crooked grin, "An' fer tha' record I am a coke head nah a crackhead! Thats fer the coloreds and Mexicans," he smiled and closed the door.
As they produced knives Tobias whispered his plan, "Firs Castro follow Piggy real quiet like while we find a more fuller deader room, she is a problem and so is England."
England looked at Chalres and just shook his head. He didn't believe him, to many signs were pointing toward Charlie being the thief. But what he said made sense, the men were loosing it, changing, part of why England started hunting him down. He wanted to get away, charles presented a decent opportunity.
He looked at Wayne. "Yeah I know, but cocaine even runs out. Can't suck off any drug dealers for your score anymore. And I doubt you're making your own. Keep rationing it."
As the ex-cop and biker posse all left England watched Charles, listened to him speak. "Alright, I'll believe you. I could see they were changing, not for the good of the club either. I knew your old man, I respected him, so I'll respect you. He wouldn't raise no thief or a liar. But whoever stole those supplies must still be out there, one of the other guys. They way you tore off, obvious to see why I thought it was you. Hanging around a cop doesn't help either, not that it matter anymore. There is no cops and robbers any more, just dead and alive."
He placed a hand on Charlie's shoulder. "Can we see past this then? I know we never really got along but hope we can see past that as well." He looked at Charle's sister, who she was starting to come to him. He re here's both kids, didn't really care what happened to her.
As Susan Stood there listening to her brother asking her questions about her foster parents and what kind of care they were giving her. Clearly Charles thought her foster parents let her leave when really they didn't even know she left that night running away from them. They didn't let me leave, Charlie. I ran away that night when I found out about the letters. Yes, the next day they looked for me and even had the cops searching for me two days later. They didn't find me because I was like 3 towns over hiding out on the streets. Susan explained to her brother clearing it up for him.
Then her brother started asking her about this group that took her in and looked after her.It's a group of thieves. Mostly kids like me they took in. The leader of the Thieves Creed is who took care of me and the other kids. We called her mother or mom. Hannah, Marcel, and Sayid took me in and showed me everything with mother. They showed me how to take care of myself. Susan said to her brother Charlie. Then she reaches for her sleeve of her left arm raising up the sleeve showing her brother the tattoo on her left forearm. it read as followed. "In darkness we come out. Through the shadows we are watching. Beware the Thieves Creed. For we are many and we are everywhere."
After Susan gave Tobias a gentle hug and joked with him, she looked him in the eye with a smile on her face feeling happy to see him again. As he joked back with her telling her that this world or the next won't ever kill this old man and laughed with her about it she felt like it was old times all over again. She always did favored Tobias more then the other bikers in her father's biker gang the Dread Skull. To Susan he was like a uncle to her and everyone in the gang knew it even though Tobias and her never said it.
After hearing Tommy and her brother argued with each other about Charlie leaving the gang and stealing the supplies from them, they finally just came to a agreement. Then her brother Charlie told her she should go tell Hannah where they are at and then offered to go with her if she wanted him to. Yeah. Lets do that, Charlie. I can't leave her out there like that. We have to go get her and bring her back here. She's my best friend and she saved my life more times then I can count. So come with me to help her get back here to join us all. If you want to. Susan explained to Charlie even though Susan already knows her brother would want to help her out.
With that, Susan opens the door and steps outside waiting for her brother to follow her. Susan pulls out her Ninjato (Ninja Sword) gripping it firmly preparing to strike any walkers who get in her way. Susan's first thought to look for Hannah is the semi parked out back of the motel.
Post by Tobias Wayne on Jan 21, 2016 16:07:57 GMT -5
Tobias and the other three pressed on through the halls keeping their guns away and buck knives out taking down a rotter here and there. Tobias was wired for sound one the coke most of the time fighting off urges to yell in joy.
"So how we going to do this Tob? Knock off Dannie and England? Charles and her look pretty tight," Kennedy grunted this out as he took down a rotter, "You two are close and I don't think it'd be good for all of us."
"I don' give two greasy squirts of baby shat," Tobias paused to light a cig blowing clouds of smoke that hid his clever face in darkness, "She's always been a fuckin' problem for the club and I don' like the way she be fuckin' with Charles head."
"Like especially now that we found each other," Nixon pipped in while lighting his own, "I agree with Tob on this one."
"Then what's the plan?" Asked Kennedy eagerly.
"We fin' ah room with er withou' rotters and we keep it locked tight," Tobias began to walk again checking doors and taking down rotters while blowing clouds of smoke, "We get 'er in tha' room and oh no," Tobias was acting out an innocent sad Tobias, "Charlie boyo she jus' got over powered and they jerked 'er into tha room! I'm so sorry boy but I did tha mos' humane thing an' put two in 'er head as not to suffer."
"That is pretty genius boss," added Reagan, "Twisted but genius."
Tobias smirked even though they couldn't see it, "How do you think I became a president lads? I am fuckin' smart! No blood on our hands and if yeh feel guilty think of all our people she had thrown in the slamma? So all in favor?"
They all raised their hands, "Tha' gavel falls on agreement than."
"What about England?" This time Nixon asked.
Tobias put his hands up, "Firs' tha' pig than the billy no mates."
Dannie had made it up to the second floor and decided to start clearing out some rooms for them to separate and sleep in. She figured if they just hunkered down for the night and got some rest, they could re-group in the morning and figure out a place to go. Charles was thinking back out west, she was thinking south and she had no idea what his cronies wanted to do. Honestly, she didn't care. At this point, she had given up on finding Mia, Jake and Nate, but she would have rather have Charles alone, along with Damon to come with them. She didn't like the fact the 'others' found them.
She jiggled a few door handles and the first few doors she tried were locked. Probably a good thing as she didn't want to spread them all out too thin.
The next door she opened easily and it was dark inside the room. The curtains had been drawn and there was only one walker inside that had been standing by the bed. Immediately it lunged at her and she easily slipped to one side, jamming her knife deep into the head. Slowly she searched the room, cautious around each corner and into the bathroom. That room was cleared and she moved on to the next room. However, when she rounded the corner, she saw Tobias and his lackeys standing about.
"Oh, I see you've decided to come and help. You all sure you're coherent enough to kill walkers or am I going to have to protect your asses?"
Post by Damon Carter on Jan 24, 2016 22:37:24 GMT -5
Damon couldn't shake the feeling in his bones. He had always been a good judge of character, and being presented with a situation where he was very much the outsider, it gave him the unique opportunity of being a fly on the wall. He had watched them all interact, the way that Charles's reunion with his companions had made him distracted. Dannie felt it, too, he assumed, if they way she vacated the hotel room was anything to go by. But after she left, the one person who made everything feel sane, he had a moment to take everyone in. Tobias and his gang of bikers made Charles feel right at home, he knew, but as the outsider, he could feel something a little off, a little strange. He just couldn't place his finger on it.
England's hostility, the way it rose and dissipated with reckless abandon, was overshadowed only by Susan's apparent trust of everyone around her, and as she and Charles made a plan to go and get her friend from the horde outside, it was a move that he could get behind. He had sacrificed himself for his friends in the past, and although he knew that they couldn't return for him, it didn't mean that he couldn't sympathize with Susan and Hannah now.
But something was still picking at him.
He took his gun from the back of his pants as he stepped off of the wall, displaying his intent to follow along after Susan and Charles. But before he left the room with them, he looked to Charles with a curious gaze for his momentary lapse in protectiveness over Dannie. "Shouldn't we be helping her clear the rooms?"
He motioned the gun towards the door, to be considerate of Susan. "After we help your friend, of course. No use in sitting around the hotel room while you two risk your necks." The altruistic part of Damon wanted to believe that he only wanted to help them for the opportunity to help save a life, but he knew that, deep down, he also really wanted to be around familiar company and away from the confines of the uncomfortable hotel room. "Besides, depending on how clear it is out there, we can get to her a hell of a lot faster with a car, depending on how far away she is."
Last Edit: Jan 24, 2016 22:40:27 GMT -5 by Damon Carter
Post by Charles Murphy on Jan 26, 2016 14:46:09 GMT -5
Charles had his focus on his sister and he listened to everything she told him, about what exactly had happened back in Georgia, on how she escaped her foster parents and how she ended up joining a group of thieves. The more she elaborated, the more frustrated he got. In thoughts he began to blame himself, as to why he didn`t know, and why he hadn`t been more thorough to investigate his sister`s whereabouts. If only he had done things differently. When she showed the tattoo on her left forearm, his eyes widened in disbelief, and even more so when she mentioned the creed`s leader for mother. What the hell?! It was a cult, it couldn`t be anything else.
Before he got to ask anything else, she had moved on over to Tobias and he had gotten confronted by England. It seemed like the questions that bothered him the most would have to be saved for another time; right now he had other things to deal with. Whilst he was accused by Tommy, Dannie came over, saying she would go about and clear the rooms herself. Just as she kissed him on the forehead and was about to leave, Tobias stepped in saying he and his guys could help her out. In response, Charles replied; “Alright, yeah, thanks Tobias, you go ahead, the more the merrier.” Holding onto Dannie hand, he kept her there for a moment. “I`ll see you soon, alright? Be nice.” He asked with a smile, and then let her go, unaware of what was about to happen.
Left alone with Tommy, Susan and Damon, Charles turned his attention at his accuser, who now seemed to have changed his mind. With a simply nod and his arm stretched out, they buried the hatchet with a firm handshake, settling their issue. “All good my friend.” Charles answered firmly. Hearing the request of his sister, about her wanting him to come along outside, he faced her saying. “Very well, let’s go and check on your friend, hopefully she haven`t gotten far.” Preparing to the leave the room, Damon came over asking whether they shouldn`t help Dannie and the others, especially after they were done looking for Susan`s friend. “If they ain`t finished by the time we are done, we could help, although I think they`ll manage on their own. But yeah, if we can take some of those biters out and make it accessible to reach the car, we should do it. Never know when we might need it.” With a short pause, Charles asked them. “So, you and Tommy coming along?”
Last Edit: Jan 26, 2016 14:47:49 GMT -5 by Charles Murphy
As Susan's brother Charlie and Damon talked Susan stepped out of the room onto the walkway of the second level. Susan can see the walkers wondering around the parking lot below making their annoying noises. Susan then looks around the area and sees a path below off to the side leading towards the back of the motel. Susan puts on her hood and her bottom face mask on while grabbing her pistols then looks to Charlie and Damon. You boys coming or what....? She said to them in a funny sarcastic joking way then winks at her brother.
Susan then leads on walking towards the steps of the walkway that leads down to the parking lot. Deciding it would be best not to make to much noise Susan holsters her guns and grabs her Tantos instead preparing to hack and slash some walkers to clear the way.
Tommy moved toward the window, "oy, you're right we should clear to the cars. My bikes across the street I don't want yah leave it. I didn't see where Tobby and his crew left his." He looked around. "Lead the way string bean. Charlie next. Pretty boy and I can take up the rear." He looked at the door. "Come on, let's not waist time here. Let's do this."
He pulled his pistol from his holster, holding it up with one hand. He smoothed out his leather vest, the brightly coloured sport coat under it. He followed them to the parking lot. He saw Susan had her pistol away. Right now he didn't care. His revolver was all he had. It had gotten him this far. He did pull his knife out just in case. Though there wasn't that much reach to it.
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