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Post by Tory Bournell on Jan 20, 2016 0:47:39 GMT -5
"I'd just rather become a vegetarian than eat a cat," Tory grimaced, before sneaking an orange from Steph's bowl, flashing her a mischevious grin. She contemplated Albert's question a bit more as she peeled it."Otherwise the place seems alright, ya know, I wish it were more cozy but at least I don't have to be scared so much anymore."
She was still mixed on Riker's, the people seemed friendly...but not too friendly, and the place was homely...but not too homely. It was just sort of an odd take for her that made her feel uncomfortable. "These are good oranges!" The teen didn't have anything but canned peaches in the last year to compare them too, but that didn't stop her from enjoying hers. What if something bad does happen... "Do you think we should be worried?"
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Jan 20, 2016 4:24:54 GMT -5
"Well, it used to be a jail so..." Stephanie began to say, pausing as Tory snaked an orange away from her. "Why you little..." she whispered, comedically trying to throttle the younger girl for a few moments and laughing all the while. Stopping to eat the orange she'd peeled apart earlier, Stephanie thought about the question Tory had asked. "I wouldn't be worried...for now, at least; the way things are at the moment, they could've easily left us out there but they didn't. Some things in this world, Tory, simply do not change, no matter the circumstances," she said, finishing up her orange as she spoke.
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Jan 21, 2016 12:37:29 GMT -5
Looking up at the man as he asked her about smoking. "Just don't over it to anyone other then your people." Nodding toward them as they sat with each other. No doubt deciding on their feelings about the new place. For a moment Ozzy got her attention as he seemed to like the food. Maybe he hadn't heard me. The redhead thought before taking in another spoonful of soup and meat. "Francesca Bodkin.. If your into titles Oveseer of Communications. Right now however I am simply grieving and trying to have dinner" She said flatly trying to not mean any trouble with these folks. Tilting her head to the right as she leaned back in the chair looking at the man. "I hope your folks aren't plotting anything." The redhead dead panned as the warm spoon touched her lips once again taking another sip.
Post by Michael Guarnere on Jan 22, 2016 10:24:08 GMT -5
Mike moved towards the other deciding his smoke could wait and offered Tory some of his emergency rationed canned food "Stuff may be a little more up your market Tory." He took a seat and listened in knowing he had his own reservations about this place. He may be stubborn but there was a part of Michael that could not believe this place to be a perfect community.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Jan 22, 2016 14:11:44 GMT -5
Finishing her oranges, Stephanie leaned back, trying to stretch out her lanky frame as best she could. Crossing her arms in front of her, she looked over towards Francesca for a few moments, thinking about the day's events. We dodged a bullet, she mused...we dodged a bullet out there.
Post by Tory Bournell on Jan 28, 2016 8:02:43 GMT -5
"No thanks Mike," Tory answered him as he approached, offering her food, "I stole an orange from Steph." She still couldn't believe they served pets here, it was almost as if they wanted her to become a vegetarian. That wouldn't do either though, one couldn't survive off just greens anymore.
She shot Roman a quick glance raising her eyebrows, as if to say, What are you doing?! He hadn't come to fill the seat she saved, he didn't even acknowledge them when he sat down. Turning her attention back to the group, she had a question. "When do we get the full tour of this place? I'm kinda tired." After getting a reply, she politely excused herself and moved over to sit by Roman. "Dude, what's wrong?" She smiled.
Post by Roman Hughes on Jan 28, 2016 10:42:31 GMT -5
Roman took in a huge sigh relaxing into his chair before making himself and his leg a bit comfortable. It was the most he could do with his nerves on edge at the moment. Though he liked the idea at first as they approached the place a feeling of fear started to well up inside him as they passed the gate. Ever since then he's feeling a bit testy and has tried to keep his distance from everyone so set himself in order and maybe decided whether was he gonna leave or stay. He didn't want to leave these guys at all but he just...he wasn't sure if he wanted to stay there and he wasn't going to ask that of them if they find this place was their haven and wanted to stay. He was stil milling over the thoughts in his head when Tory came over. He saw someone sit next to but didn't hear a word he said until he noticed her looking at him and answered with a, "Huh?"
Oz finished everything on his tray, it was a delicious meal better than the meals at county in Compton. However he was also satisfied to have come up with anothed solution to a problem that had been warring with him since his arrival. PTSD. It felt to much like jail in here, but Ozzy was checking out.
Dumping his tray he finds the grouo he arrived with, "I know I wasn't supposed to be rescued but you guys made the call to save me and let me come with y'all," Ozzy was shuffling his feet to equal his nerves, "But I can't stay here. I ain't fit to be locked up inside a prison, cause this is a prison. I feel trapped ya know what I'm sayin?"
He wasn't good with public speaking but he continued on, "I owe y'all but I can't repay it here."
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Jan 29, 2016 2:42:56 GMT -5
Leaning forward in her chair, Stephanie rested her head on her hands and spoke to Ozzy in a quiet and calm yet firm tone of voice. "Ozzy, I understand where you're coming from and all that, but you gotta' hang tough for us a little while longer, alright, dawg?" The last thing she felt like they wanted to see was somebody panic, especially a visitor to the former island jail. "I know this used to be a prison and all and frankly, its' not a place I'd want to stay at but you just....you just gotta' hang tough for now, alright? Just hang tough, Ozzy...just hang tough."
Exhaustion crept into her voice; she felt almost sleepy but didn't want to go to sleep quite yet. After a few moments, she reached over to grasp Ozzy's forearm to try and steady him and added, "I know I probably don't speak for all of us here," pausing to look at Tory, Roman and Michael before continuing, "but you don't us a damn thing; it wouldn't've mattered who was in that goddamn cell back there in Manhattan. We would've rescued whoever was in that cell, no matter who or what they were. I mean," looking at the others, "look at us five here: you got," pointing over at Michael, "a somewhat crazy old man.....a young girl with maybe her whole life ahead of her," pointing over at Tory...."a guy who encountered us back in Manhattan after having slept in a car for several hours," smiling at Roman for a moment....."a tall, skinny lesbian chick - a/k/a me - who used to rob drug dealers back in the day down in Bawlmer," smiling for a moment at her abrupt description of herself before adding, "and a skinny, crazy-ass black dude in front of us," giving Ozzy a friendly pat on the shoulder.
"Now, back in the old world," Stephanie continued, "none of us would've run in the same damn circle but nowadays, all that connects us is that we're survivors; we've made it this far and as long as we stick together, we'll keep on surviving, no matter where we go or who we run into....but we will survive!"
Leaning back once more in her chair, Stephanie ran her hands through her hair; she could almost feel the day's tension coating every part of her. Getting up from her chair, she added, "Now, if you'll give me a moment, I'll see if I can't get our hosts to tell us where the showers are and where our quarters for the night are; I don't know about you all, but I am bone-tired and I'd like to get some sleep before I fall over here at some point.....so, I'll be right back."
Post by Tory Bournell on Jan 30, 2016 0:34:34 GMT -5
"huh?" Tory couldn't help but give a small sigh at Roman's one word reply. Did he not hear me? Or did he not understand me? Maybe she was reading too much into his actions and blowing things out of proportions, but while she couldn't quite put a finger on why, he seemed a bit off to her. It was either that or her mind was playing tricks on her, she mused, she needed sleep.
"Are you ok? You've been acting different since we got here...I just, I don't know," She stopped talking to yawn. "I kinda think we should all stick togather ya know, and you're way over here by yourself. You can join us."
The teen rested her tired head in her arms on the table. She wasn't leaving until he opened up or agreed to go back with her to join the others, even if that meant falling asleep in the cafeteria. She could see Ozzy and Steph and idly wondered what they were discussing back where she came from.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Jan 30, 2016 1:43:06 GMT -5
Looking around, Stephanie began walking over to where Francesca was at when she caught sight of Tory seemingly - to Stephanie, at least - giving her an inquisitive look; changing direction, she walked over to the younger girl; grabbing a nearby chair, she sat down and asked, "Something wrong, Tory?"
Post by Michael Guarnere on Jan 30, 2016 7:46:03 GMT -5
Mike looked up at Ozzy with an odd stare. One of confusion. "Prisons dont exist no more. This place is despite my own reservations and desire to leave... a DAMN big fortress."
Mike took a sip of his water and stood "Your choice anyway... man. Dont owe me jack shit. Fact was you were there. If you had been too great an inconvenience to our escape... things may have gone different. So count your blessings"
Mike decided to look for the group. Kevin and Vince if he could spot them.
Al finished his questionable meal and gave a shrug. "Was't that bad..." He said before he coughed and let out a groan. "uhh..." He then started to give the impression that he was choking and something was wrong with him. He made it subtle so as not to rouse the whole place and then stopped after a few seconds and chuckled. "Sorry, that was wrong of me. I couldn't resist though." He said as he sat back up and listened to what the others had to say. "You're right, this place is a fortress. Good thing too since you'd need a place like that to keep New York's worst from getting out." He looked around the place and it's massive walls. "Now it's good for keeping Walkers and thugs out I guess."
Post by Roman Hughes on Jan 31, 2016 17:19:28 GMT -5
Roman blinked for a moment not even realizing Tory was there and he was lost in his own train of thought. He wennt to take off his glasses and wipe some of the grim from his eye before lookin at Tory,
"Um-y yeah I'm good, just ah just needed to think for a breather for a second. You know sometimes you can think better when your by yourself." He looked to the others and then to her trying to cock a smile that he normally had but his heart wasn't really in it.
"You should go back with the others, I'll be there in a minute I just...I just need more time." He looked up ahead to see Steph comin and he was already trying to get up and had to think of a way out before anyone else showed up,
"You know I might just go for a walk, kinda explore a bit. It's a new place after all, and I got start getting this leg a moving again, I'll be back later." He oddly turned around and slowly tried to walk anywhere but there, he still needed more time before he decide whether to leave or stay and he wanted to wait before he told anyone.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Feb 6, 2016 16:18:01 GMT -5
After waiting for Tory to answer her question, Stephanie sighed, thinking, The innocence of youth. Getting up, she looked around to see where Francesca was; scanning the mess hall, she caught sight of the redhead and walked over to where she was sitting. Sitting down in a nearby chair, she waited for a few moments before speaking. "Francesca, I hate to interrupt here," Stephanie said, silently galling inside at how subservient her voice must've sounded then but continuing on, "but we was all wondering," taking a second to point back in the general direction of the rest of the group, "if you could give us a tour of the sleeping quarters sometime tonight if it weren't too inconvenient or anything. I don't quite know about the rest of them but I could right fall asleep in this chair," Stephanie said, leaning back in the chair as she waited for Francesca to reply.
Post by Tory Bournell on Feb 7, 2016 1:04:27 GMT -5
Tory watched Roman slowly walk off to go for a walk. She considered following but he obviously wanted to be alone, and she was to tired. That's how the teen found herself staring into space as Steph walked up.
"Something wrong, Tory?"
"Huh?" She couldn't help but laugh inside, fighting off an overwhelming sensation to nod off to sleep. It was the same puzzling response Roman had given her just a few minutes before. "No, no, I'm ok, just tired." She got up and stretched her legs, following Steph to the red-headed lady in charge. She couldn't stop thinking about how sad Roman had looked, but she supposed maybe he was in the same boat as the rest of them, tired. She'd watch for him in the morning and check again if he was alright.
Steph sat down, but Tory just stood quietly next to her. She figured if she relaxed again she might not get up. I hope they have nice, comfy beds. She hadn't slept in a real bed in at least a year. A cot would be more than generous, she figured, remembering the ones from the firehall.
"Thanks for taking us." She spoke to Francesca, perhaps randomly, she was too drowsy to discern. The teen just wanted to let her know she was grateful.
(OOC: Whoot! Posted! Sorry for the wait, been pretty busy! )
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Feb 7, 2016 9:14:12 GMT -5
Goddamn she was tired. The redhead looked down at her soup almost concidering it a suitable pillow. Far more comfortable then laying her skull down on the hard table. Yawning in expression of her own interest in sleep as the women from earlier came and asked followed by a teen thanking her. Giving a nod to let them know she aknowledged their request.
Standing up out of the seat at the table before blue eyes gazed at the new people brought in. Whistling loudly for all to here so no one would be confused. "Sleep Quarters follow me" Looking at the odd bunch of people a moment longer before she began the walk over toward one of the jails. Giving no information on what they were passing so it was up to their imagination.
Once they arrived at the jail Fran turned to look back at them. "Guest House at the moment. If you all decide to stay then you will most likely be moved to Rosie's the family neighborhood" Assuming these people would be relieved that their ears would be spared the crying of baby's and children that refused to sleep. A few guards at an entrance opened the doors politely as the redhead brought them to the final destination of the night, the cells. "Sleep however you want." Running her fingers through her red locks as she waited for all of them to fine a bed in this empty part of an awake town"
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Feb 8, 2016 0:00:25 GMT -5
Motioning over to everyone, Stephanie called out, "Sleeping quarters, this way," pointing towards Francesca as if to say, "Follow her." Looking around, she caught sight of Daniel resting in a chair in one of the hallways, looking as though he'd been through his own personal hell for the day. He ain't the only one, Stephanie thought as she gave him a quick wave and a nod of the head as Francesca showed them what she'd called their guest quarters for the night. Looks like a jail dormitory, she mused, a slight smile creasing her lips, adding, correction...it is a jail dormitory of sorts.
Stepping inside, Stephanie walked over to one of the beds against a wall and sat down; leaning forward and putting her head in her hands. "God, am I tired," she whispered, trying to work the kinks out of her neck and shoulders as she sat on the bed. Taking off her jacket, she looked around and thought, I could get used to this place...
Post by Tory Bournell on Feb 11, 2016 0:31:45 GMT -5
By the time they reached the location they'd be staying, Tory had hit her 'second wind' and felt wide awake. She stuffed her coat under a bed and momentarily took a seat as she sifted through her bag for hygiene products. This place isn't so bad! "I'll be right back! I'm gonna go find a working sink."
The teen found one rather quickly, just a little ways down; it was cold and concrete, but the water looked clean enough. She brushed her teeth and washed her face and arms. Then, taking her time to explore whatever rooms looked interesting, she found her way back to her cell. It was rather 'jail-y' but she was more than grateful. She unlaced her shoes, kicked them off and fell back on the bed. It was a long day, and she was done concentrating on anything but sleep until the morning.
As quick as her head hit her make-shift pillow, her energy disappeared and her eyes, struggling to stay open, gave up the fight. The silver emergency blanket she had kept with her since the outbreak remained folded by her side. Too lazy to even wrap herself in it, the girl fell fast asleep.
Sitting in one of the fold-out chairs that were ubiquitous to Rikers' Island, Daniel felt drained - as if someone had stuck a hose in his arm and drained all the energy from him. Looking over, he saw one of the newcomers - Stephanie, he thought - give him a friendly wave as her and the others walked by; Daniel reciprocated with a wave and a tip of his cowboy hat. I could definitely see her becoming a Scavenger, he mused, getting up from his chair.
Grabbing his pack and rifle, he headed back into the interior of the Intake & Reception Center, rounding one corner towards the suite of quarters that senior Hive members used; stepping inside and closing the door, he set his pack and rifle down and proceeded to strip down to his boxers before taking a few minutes to wash off everywhere, taking what inmates back in the day would've called a bird bath. Satisfied that he'd washed everywhere possible, he quickly dried off and shut the water off; no sense taking a Hollywood shower, he jokingly thought. After a few moments, he sat down on his bunk, slipped underneath the covers and within a minute or so he was fast asleep, another day done and dusted.
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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