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Post by Francesca Bodkin on Jan 13, 2016 16:42:23 GMT -5
The questioned raised suspicioun for the redhead as she looked over at the man as he asked. Tilting her head a little bit almost wondering why he would bring it up in the first place if he wasn't at fault. "Your questions makes me suspicious. I have been through too much tonight to care to look at whatever your worried about in that bag. If it ends up in any black markets in town then we will problems. Got a lot of ex addicts that would end up hooked if it found its way to them." She spoke carefully looking in the eye for a moment longer before her blue eyes went over toward the women who had whispered or at least that's what she assumed what was going on. Feeling much more like a teacher in a class then she would of liked. "I'm going to guess your Stephanie? Daniel said most of your names too is so I'm now matching faces." Offering a friendly smile.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Jan 13, 2016 19:05:43 GMT -5
She spoke carefully looking in the eye for a moment longer before her blue eyes went over toward the women who had whispered or at least that's what she assumed what was going on. Feeling much more like a teacher in a class then she would of liked. "I'm going to guess your Stephanie? Daniel said most of your names too is so I'm now matching faces." Offering a friendly smile.
"Yeah, that would be me," Stephanie replied, looking Francesca square in the eye. "And the others here," pointing to each of them, "Tory, Albert...Kevin, Vince," turning for a moment to point towards the rest of their group, "Michael over there, Ozzy, who I was trying to calm down a moment ago and Roman," turning back towards Francesca.
"In case you were wondering what I saying to Ozzy here a moment, I was trying to tell him to calm down, that we're guests here and that the sooner we can get through this, the happier I think we'll all be." It galled her to say that last part but Stephanie had a point to make and she was going to make it, come hell or high water. "By the way, can we get a tour of the island at some point? Stephanie asked, trying to lighten the somewhat tense mood that'd developed after Ozzy's comment.
Sitting inside the Intake & Reception Center's mess hall, Daniel was finishing up a cup of half-warm coffee when his radio squelched a few times. I thought I cut it off earlier, he started to think, pausing when he heard what he thought was a convo between one of the Island's transport boats and Francesca. Wonder what's going on, he thought as he got up and walked out into a nearby hallway.
Keying his radio, he spoke. "All Guard stations, this is Daniel; does anyone have a visual on where that boat is? How copy?" waiting several moments before repeating his call over the radio and thinking, Will this damn day ever end?
Post by Tory Bournell on Jan 14, 2016 1:34:44 GMT -5
At Stephanie's offer, Tory sat down in the main hall waiting her turn for examination. She had been standing for quite awhile and hadn't realized until that moment how tired her legs were getting.
Watching him speak, Ozzy seemed to be the most upset about them searching bags, but she could share his sentiment. She'd be devastated if they lost her picture of her parents while searching them. A slight scene unfolded as the redhead who was in charge responded. She didn't get to see it resolve though as the nurse came and got her, leading her to the check-up room.
"Why are we doing this again?" Tory hopped onto the exam table as instructed, it took her two tries, but once on it she did her best to try and get comfortable. When the nurse's answer came back less than satisfactory, she caught herself rolling her eyes and apologised. "Sorry, I'm just really tired and I don't quite get the need for all this." Taking off her jacket first, and than her shoes and the jeans over her spandex shorts, she shivered. Why does this table have to be so cold?!
After the nurse was satisfied with her lack of bite marks, Tory returned to the lobby with everyone else and reclaimed her seat. That was one weight off her shoulders; sitting a little more relaxed, she was ready to see the rest of the island.
Post by Roman Hughes on Jan 14, 2016 10:46:12 GMT -5
Roman struggled to get out of the seat going it slow so he would mess up the cast or his leg anymore than already. He grabbed his bag and shotgun before limping his way to the others and watching the others get inspected as well as their stuff. He frowned at that idea and when the nurses started to approauch him he held his shotgun in one hand but more like he was warding them off. He kept his eyes on both of them, he wasn't really keen on this type of stuff even before the outbreak.
"I don't got any bites but I'm not letting you touch my stuff. I don't have any drugs or anything like that. I'm too tired and ain't in the mood for this so just back of."
He was starting to feel irritable, his body aches all over and he just wanted someplace to rest, not really the touchy feely invasive type.
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Jan 14, 2016 11:55:12 GMT -5
Francesca was tired it was clear by her expression that the upbeat nature was fading. Looking at Stephanine for a moment longer before her lips made words. None came out, the redhead looked over at the man holding the shot gun. A small curse escaped her lips as she ran her hand over her closed eyes in mild frustration. "Stephanie.. I figured you folks would be tired. Either way I am so this is how I see it going. We are not going to look at your shit in your bags, we are not going to make you disarm because we have a rule were everyone is armed, and lastly all of you are going to be inspected for bites before going down that hall way to the mess hall for food if you wish." Nodding her head at the shit the man with the shot gun was trying to pull. Her voice wasn't as irritably as she actually was but it was noticible. Pointing over at him wanting Stephanie to do something before she had to intervene. "We are trying to be nice. Please talk to him about being more cooperative? Or for fucks sake not holding it like that!" Praising her voice enough for Roman to hear, turning away from them toward the hall that lead to the mess hall. "Foods this way."
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Jan 14, 2016 13:52:41 GMT -5
Listening to Francesca's words brought a bit of calm to Stephanie; in her mind, it was good that someone was telling them what was going on. "Fair enough," she replied in her normally cool voice. "I think everyone of us has had bite checks except for..." pausing to look around for a few seconds, "...Albert, Vince and Kevin, so we should have that out of the pretty soon here...."
Hearing Roman, she held up a finger as if to say, "Hold on, I'll be right back with you, babe." Walking over to where Roman was, she politely slipped in between the nurses, leaned over to him and whispered, "Roman, cool it! Let them go ahead and examine you, get that leg cleaned up. They're not going to take your weapons and they're not going to search your gear, so for God's sake, cool it!" It was the first time since arriving in the Big Apple that she'd lost her temper but under the circumstances, someone had to assert a little bit of authority and since Stephanie had once been, a few years before the walkers arrived, a guest of New York City's finest correctional institution, it was only natural that she would do so. Relaxing a bit, she smiled, gave Roman a friendly slug on the shoulder and said quietly, "Now let 'em get you cleaned up a bit, alright?" throwing in a friendly wink before rejoining Francesca and the others.
Walking back over, she held up her hand and said in her best Bawlmer voice, "Apologies for having to cut you off there, babe; I simply went over and told Roman to cooperate with them. Given everything we went through out there," pointing back towards Manhattan, "you'd understand we're still a bit tense at times." Hearing Francesca mention food also reminded Stephanie that she was hungry as well....for food, that is, she mused, remembering her little soiree' with the nurse from a little earlier. "That sounds good, Francesca," Stephanie said. Looking at the others, she added, "Anyone want to grab a bite now or do you all want to wait until we can group as a group?"
"The way I see it, the sooner I get that bite check, the sooner I can get a proper meal in me." Al said, heading to the medical check room. He took off his coat and held his arms out. "If it's any consolation, I'm not bitten, I can tell you that." He joked with the nurse who just scoffed and muttered something under their breath as they checked Al over for bites. After a few minutes they gave him a clean, for the end of the world, bill of health and sent him on his way. "See, that wasn't so bad." He chuckled as he walked back over to the group. "Now, who's hungry?"
Post by Tory Bournell on Jan 17, 2016 0:46:15 GMT -5
After Steph finished talking to Roman, Tory moved over to him. He was scaring her the way he had tensed up with his shotgun...not in the 'walker, slaver' kinda way, but in the 'worry' kind of way. What was he doing?! The last she wanted was him to get kicked out for such a small thing. Taking a seat in the chair next to him, she made sure her eyes met his. "Are you alright Roman? You seem a little upset."
"Me in a little bit!" Tory replied to both Albert and Steph. Maybe now their lives would take on a bit more normalcy now that they were safe on the island...if normalcy could even still be considered a thing. The teen turned her attention back to Roman,"You should get looked at and than you can come join us," she smiled. Grabbing her pack, she got up and rushed to join up with Steph and Albert.
Post by Michael Guarnere on Jan 17, 2016 17:56:24 GMT -5
Michael gave Ozzy a stern look "You got stuff you don't want the world to see... should do a better job hiding it. They took contraband in the army too." He then paused and looked back at Ozzy "You've been in county then?." Based on Ozzys linguistic skills he was hardly surprised. Michael spoke English... he had no idea what half the stuff Ozzy said meant.
He didn't like having his stuff checked either but this was somebody else's turf. You give up personal freedoms when you enter a community and many people had gotten use to being an out law.
Mike would wait now he had been checked with Roman and make sure they didn't have any funny business. He knew large groups could so some twisted things and currently with his wound to the leg Roman was arguably their weakest member. Kevin and Vince were simply battered and bruised... Mike was a soldier. He had felt worse than a small gunshot wound.
He felt although he may not be the most likeable member of the group he had to look out for everyone. And he wasn't entirely trusting of these people.
Post by Omar Clidesdal on Jan 17, 2016 18:43:48 GMT -5
Omar caught up with Francesca as she led the few that were done with their inspection. Earning a glare from the redhead the moment his lips parted. "Any of you dog people or cat people?" The teen said rather relaxed with the new people. It didn't matter to him if they didn't like him, it wasn't like he would notice. Slowly turning to walk backwards so his eyes were looking at the blonde. "So what is your story?" He asked her before looking at the others to make it directed toward all of them. Stuffing his hands into his jeans pockets as they reached the doors. Inside was the mess hall containing a few tired men and women by the food ready to put it on to their plates. "Ohh looks like dog meat and vegetable soup...yay." Omar grinned rather sarcastic with the yay.
Last Edit: Jan 18, 2016 14:51:06 GMT -5 by Omar Clidesdal
"Daniel, this is Tower 12," came the scratchy voice over the radio. "Sounds like there's a gun battle going on to the west. Wait one." Before they could reply, Daniel asked, "There anyone on Wards or Randall Island still?"
"Negative, Daniel; they're back on the Island," came the watchtower's reply. Seeing a couple of the visitors from earlier in the day heading towards the mess hall - along with that creepy fellow from the infirmary...Omar, I think?, he thought - Daniel spoke quickly. "12, keep an eye on whatever's going on; I'm about to go ten-seven for the night. Daniel out." Shutting his radio off, he headed back into the mess hall to grab a quick bite to eat and another cup of coffee before turning in for the night.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Jan 18, 2016 3:57:24 GMT -5
As the three of them - Stephanie, Tory and Albert - followed Francesca to the mess hall, Stephanie wondered what kind of food they had; it'd been a while since she'd sat down to eat a regular meal, even if it was a late-night meal, so she tried to take her mind off of her slowly growling stomach. Wonder where that cute little medic is? she kept thinking, looking around every so often for her before figuring she'd gone back to attend to the rest of the group and to all the injured from the day's fighting.
Entering the mess hall, she saw Daniel sitting nearby and gave him a friendly wave; walking over to the hall's chow line, she'd just grabbed a large bowl when she heard someone mention the food...
Inside was the mess hall containing a few tired men and women by the food ready to put it on to their plates. "Ohh looks like pet meat and vegetable soup...yay." Omar grinned rather sarcastic with the yay.
....and thought, He did not just say what I thought he just said? Almost instantly, the growling in her stomach stopped and she set the bowl back down, opting instead for a few pieces of fruit and a cup of coffee. "Tory, I'm gonna' grab us a table for the group," Stephanie said, looking around to see where the seats were. "See you in a moment."
Post by Roman Hughes on Jan 18, 2016 11:46:37 GMT -5
Roman felt like he was on edge as of late, maybe it was because of he gunfire or maybe because it so different from being on his own he already entered a huge firefight and being shot kinda took it out of him. But he didn't want to pose any trouble for the others, even though he was already getting talked to before walking in here. When Steph came to him he was silent and still held a bit of an scowl on his face till she was finished,
"Sorry just a little tense you know?"
When she walked off he took a short breath and tried to look relax and calm when story came back. He was feeling bad that he might be the cause some trouble for them.
"I'm good just..just a little caught up in a lot so quickly. I'll be there with you guys soon."
Once they went inside he let the nurses examine him, they removed his cast and he told them he got shot and they said the muscles were repairing nicely but they still needed time before he could use them fully like before. They recanted it and they even had a spare medical boot to help him walk better. Once he was out and was lead to where the food was he decided not to sit with the others, he kinda wanted to keep to himself not cause anymore trouble."
Post by Tory Bournell on Jan 19, 2016 0:07:52 GMT -5
The trip through the hall was surprisingly short, Tory thought, she expected the place to be a lot bigger. They followed the boy her age, who judging by the looks he got from the redhead, had a certain way with words. What he said was confusing, to say the least. Do we like dogs or cats? What?
"So what is your story?"
He had turned around and was talking to her. Not to say she minded it at all, but...her past...her parents...trying to leave the city; it was all too recent. It wasn't a topic she wanted to breach with a stranger. The girl looked down at the floor briefly before looking back at him. She fought to keep her eyes from watering, but the slight fade in her smile probably said it all.
"I'd rather not talk about it."
She sincerely hoped she didn't come off as cold though it wasn't likely she would; if she came off as weak to him she could care less. She was; at least that's what she figured.
"Ohh looks like dog meat and vegetable soup...yay."
If she wasn't worried about the social implications of puking on the floor right than and there, she might of. "Eww, you're joking, right??" She shot Steph and the boy a distressed look. Not willing to take any chances, she opted to follow Steph's lead. Suddenly, everything looked less appetizing.
"Wait for me, I don't think I'm going to eat anything."
Sitting at the table, they were waiting for the others when Roman walked by...and kept going. What is he doing? She was awfully confused by his erratic behavior since arriving. "Roman!" She called out, patting the seat next to her. "Come sit by us!" She wasn't gonna let him turn into a loner.
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Jan 19, 2016 9:48:24 GMT -5
Rolling her blue eyes the moment the teenage boy began speaking. Personally she liked Omar but Fran knew his energy and unfiltered mouth could come off weird. Shaking her head as she looked over at the tired people near the food. Turning around as she heard Tory's question about the food and if his words were true. "We don't live in a luxurious world anymore so yeah he isn't joking. Unfortunately the few we sent to get fish didn't get a lot so.. Their is your food if you want." Shrugging her shoulders as she found herself at the food table. Taking a bowl of the vegetable soup and meat. A server caught her attention with a tap on her arm. "I've got kids to out to bed. How much longer will it be?" Sofia asked her as the redhead turned to glance over at the newcomers. They would be fine without them and it wasn't like the guest were very keen on eating. "Go to your kids." Francesca told as she received some groans from the others also wanting to leave. Giving them a long look trying to express her want to rest as well. "Go home. They don't seem to want it." Tapping her fingers in rhythm on the edge of the table before remembering that her food was getting cold. With a bowl in hand she took a seat at one of the tables by herself. Taking a piece of meat with her fork, bringing it to her lips and repeating again.
Post by Michael Guarnere on Jan 19, 2016 11:17:20 GMT -5
Michael followed toward the cafeteria and laughed on the inside 'So they eat the animals, at least they aren't cannibals...' he thought to himself. Taking a seat on a table near the redhead he took from his bag a tinned can of corned beef. Stuff was meant to last a long time. Soldiers ate the stuff at war back in the early twentieth century.
Michael looked across "Sorry Miss, I did not catch you name. Is it okay to smoke in here or do I have to head out? Bi'n a long effin day."
Ozzy sat on the cold table as the nurse instructed him, she was major cute and Ozzy hadn't had proper time to talk to anyone outside of his circle, which was him and him alone.
"I think my ribs us cracked or sumthin doc," Ozzy removed his shirt exposing black puffy skin under his left arm, "They caught me comin out a coffee shop but I'm a street rat so I held my own then boom," Ozzy clapped his hands emphasising the boom, "Tazed me bruh! Some guard was a runner that I laid out so during intake he threw hands on me and beat the shit out me bruh."
The blonde nurse took notes when a doctor walks in, "Does it hurt to breath Ozzy?"
Ozzy took a deep breath and grunted in pain, "Jus a lil."
"I'd say brusied son lucky, but you should still relax," the doctor handed the nurse a clipboard, "No bites and as payment we took an ounce of your weed for medical purposes."
Ozzy slipped his backpack on without his shirt on, "Nah its cool bruh, when I decide where I'm going Imma start growing."
Ozzy nods and alone walks to the kitchen area grabbing some food. He finds a empty table and sits down, "Thank ya Jesus, and grandma aman."
Al got his slop and thanked the server before joining Steph and Tory and started eating. "Despite what the kid says, it's not bad." He said between bites. "Sure it's not the nicest thing I've eaten, but compared to stale crackers and cold beans, this is fine. "So, what do you two think?" He said, lowering his voice. "I don't know if it's just Mike getting to me or what, but there's bound to be at least one bad seed around here?" He looked around the room. "Seeing as you two immediately disregarded the food even though the lady in charge is eating the same slop, there's bound to be some doubt you have."
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Jan 19, 2016 19:16:39 GMT -5
"I know that, Albert," Stephanie said, chewing through what was a surprisingly good orange, "its' just that when Omar said 'pet food', I wasn't about to ask what kind of pet food. These oranges," pausing to finish one orange, "are pretty good though; they must have at least a few orange trees 'round here."
Thinking about Albert's question for a moment, Stephanie leaned back in her chair. "I don't think its' doubt so much, Albert. Sure, every place has its' good parts and bad parts....I just think its' too soon to judge anything 'round here." Opening up the other orange she'd picked up, she added, "I'm just thankful we're in a safe place right now...," looking around for a moment and saying, "...even if that safe place used to be a former jail, though."
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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