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((haha snuck back on for about 30 minutes))
Azrael's mind was somewhere else. He turned to Hector after a few seconds. "Wha-what? You want me to drive?" His attention kept going between Hector and Loriee. |
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"I cannot drive and move stuff at the same time. So, yeah." He pointed to the keys in the ignition, and began to move a duffel bag full of water bottles and a medical-kit to the back.
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Ocne again his attention kept flipflopping between Hector and Loriee. "Alright, cool..." He finished off his water bottle and threw it in his bag and took out another one. He opened the bottle and splashed some of the water in his face and hair in an attempt to make himself more alert. He put the keys in the ignition and started the truck. "Here we go." Accelerating the truck, they take off.
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As the truck lurched forward, Hector slid back and hit his head on the tailgate. After muttering some curse words in Russian, and pouring some water over his head to dull the pain, he continued to grab the stuff from the back seat and place it in the flatbed. Hector slid his head through the window, and asked Azrael, "Still shaky?"
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*~Loriee~*  She had grabbed the other girl by the arm, and pulled her into the truck in what seemed to be one graceful movement. "You alright? Stupid zombies, causing trouble for everyone." Loriee turned in the back, to look at Hector. "Do you need any help?" Without waiting for a reply, she climed out the rear window of the truck and began helping him move things around, as to make more room. She didn't mind doing tough jobs. After all, it was her older brothers that had trained her to be the way she was. Well, maybe not the flirtatious part. That she picked up on her own. But she was a tough girl, and she wasn't afraid to get dirty, which was a vital characteristic in this environment. |
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Hector knew it. Loriee was a complete flirt... That's good and bad, he thought. Hector was attracted to Loriee, but love in this environment could be bad if you needed to focus. He reached back inside to grab something, but ended up with his lower half outside and his upper half inside. Hector retrieved the far-off item, but when trying to get back outside, he was a bit.. stuck. "Oh, gee, this is fun." He failed at trying to scoot in or out. "How embarassing," he said stuck with is head upside down. His head slowly began to grow red.
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((okay def my last post of the night))
Hector poked his head throught the window asking a question. "Yeah alittle bit but im good. I can tell whats dead and alive. I'm sober enough to drive so don't fret. Sorry bout your head." Azrael started flipping stations and picked up one of the cities radio rock chanels. It had just started playing "Time is Running Out by Muse". ((later peeps)) |
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*~Loriee~* Loriee laughed. It was a full, innocent sound. One that was genuine, and not like those chuckles someone does when they're simply trying to make someone else feel better. "Here, let me help." She snaked her arms lightly around his waist, then grasped firmly onto her wrist. She then proceeded to pull him out firmly, as if she were used to doing such things. "My brothers used to get stuck all the time trying to climb out the bathroom window when we would sneak out at night." Loriee smiled that smile of hers, and winked once again, as if this were a big secret between her and Hector. |
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Hector was extremely startled when he felt Loriee grab hold of him. When he was pulled through, the object he was holding managed to hit him on the head. He cursed in Russian again and proceeded to open up one of his medical kits for a band-aid.
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*~Loriee~* "Are you alright?" She looked up at him, her big blue eyes full of concern. When he cursed, she couldn't help herself and ended up smiling. Ever since she was a little kid, foreign languages had fascinated her. She knew this boy wasn't from America when she had first heard him speak, but now she was sure he was from somewhere else, since she knew it definately wasn't english he was speaking in. "Where are you from?" She was already helping him fix up the bump on his head, without him having to ask. Scrapes and bumps were another thing she had learned to deal with early on. But she was doing that with a methodical motion, her full attention was finding out where he was from. |
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"I'm okay," he said, looking back at her. For a second, her eyes almost seemed to hypnotize him, but Hector broke his gaze and replied, "Russia. I'm from Russia." He put the band-aid over the cut and wiped away the blood with some gauze. Hector threw the dirty gauze off of the truck, and noticed that a couple of zombies were trailing them. "Hey Azra-- never mind." Hector began to reach inside, but first removed his jacket and belt, both of which could've been what got him stuck. He then reached inside to the front seat, but began to feel a slight tugging at his pants... Now they are caught in the window. Pulling them back up, he reached for his Remington, each time stopping to pull up his pants. Finally, he made a giant snatch for it, feeling his pants slide down more. This time, he cursed loudly in Russian, startling everyone. He quickly withdrew from the cab and pulled up his pants before putting on the belt. Hector angrily muttered to himself in Russian as he dispatched the zombies.
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*~Loriee~* She giggled, watching him struggle with his pants. He was so adorable. Even his swearing, as meanacing as she assumed he wanted to sound, only made her giggle even more. Loriee saw the zombies the same time Hector did, but since he was making such an effort to get his gun to get rid of them, she figured she'd just let him kill them. If there was anymore danger, though, it would be her turn to strike. |
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"This is a wonderful day," he said, sitting against the cab. They were done moving stuff from the cab, and Hector really didn't want to go back in. He wanted to keep his dignity.
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*~Loriee~* Loriee slid down sitting closer to him than nessisary. It was one of those things. Like how a dog could smell a person's fear. That, or she just loved attention. Either way, she was having way to much fun. She sat with her long legs stretched out, since she was wearing a short dress. Even though she was a tom boy at heart, she knew she had a great figure, and that it was a waste not to show it off. Fighting zombies was not excuse to look bad. "Get used to it. Every day will be wonderful in a world full of zombies." She was watching him with her large eyes, a pleasent smile on her face. She still held on to her shotgun, which she kept between her knees, twirling it back and forth absentmindedly. |
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"I just hope everyday doesn't involve my own truck pantsing me." He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. "I cannot wait until we get to the city. Then we can relax... until the L.I.D. recruits us." Hector shifted his eyes to Loriee. "Oh, you tease."
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