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 Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 7:33 pm
 E S M A I x "E M" xL E S U R E
spacespace☠ the awfully lucky foreigner
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LOCATION: Store near Amusement Park XX HEALTH: Alright XX COMPANY: Varyn?
Thank goodness the survivor was coming to help. Esmai took a quick glance at her own cut and lost all the momentum she had. It wasn't blood that bothered her as much. It was her blood. That was fine. It was being able to see into the open wound that made her squirm. The pain of it, on top of that. She had no idea how deep it was by her judgement. She didn't know how close she may have been to severing something vital. Those claws had been just as sharp as they appeared. She heard some shuffling from the survivor's direction, but didn't turn to see exactly what he was doing. As soon as she managed to locate and produce the kit, he lifted it out of her hands. She didn't resist and shifted so he could help. She offered the wounded arm towards him.
Holding still was easier said than done. The more attention the cut got, the more she honed in on how it felt. Esmai waited patiently enough while he considered his next action with a hand on his mask. She didn't need to wonder for long if he was choosing to take it off or not. He took the arm again and she appreciated the delicate examination. It could have been just as easy, if not easier, to do a rash job. Just ignore the whines and twisting and get it done. He didn't, however. She tried to examine the cut as well, to at least know if there was anything to worry over there. She hard a hard time telling until he pulled some materials to clean the wound and surrounding blood. Then they were on to her least favorite part. She tensed and wriggled with each dab, but didn't try to pull away completely. Her squirming lessened as the cut was covered and taped. The survivor wordlessly went back into what she was going to call brooding when he was done. Esmai orderly packed the materials back into the kit, then the kit back into her bag. She left the bag on the floor and made herself a little more comfortable where she sat. She didn't know how long they were staying in the store, but that was fine. She tucked her legs closer and brought her knees up to rest her chin on. She contemplated if she was supposed to thank him or apologize for getting hurt in the first place. Or she could stay quiet. Quiet was good.
She wrapped around her arms around her legs and looked around the room for something interesting to think about. She didn't like having too much silent time to think. Majority of the time, she found her thoughts were unpleasant. The only object that stood out was the mask that still sat where Varyn had set it. She doubted he was leaving it off consciously. She looked at the man himself and cleared her throat to get his attention. If that didn't work, she would try calling a brief, "Ay." Whichever got him to look. Then Esmai would raise an eyebrow inquisitively and mimic the way he tapped his mask to tell him he was missing something.
When that was fixed, she'd teeter in her spot and think of something relevant to say. It'd been a while since she she ran her mouth and it was due time for it once again. There was something she'd like to clear up, if he would cooperate. Looking in some random direction in the room, she would try starting a form of conversation. "So," she trailed off. She didn't know why it seemed difficult to word and ask. "What she called you. Is that your name? There has to be something to call you by if I need to." All she was asking was for his name but she felt almost wrong to.
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 10:10 am
Location: Random Store
Survivors Affected: Esmai
Name: Varyn
Encounter Type: Companion
Danger Level: Low
NPC EVENT- Mysterious Survivor The survivor thought about his next plan of action carefully. He would have to storm his apartment and take it back from the undead, but then he would need a more suitable place to store his belongings. Fortunately, he knew of a few places. He hadn't used them since they were more removed from the City, but now would be a good time to move out. He still had some time left before his 'distraction' was no longer up and running, but he was concerned about the incident in the Mall. They may very well have to leave the City completely. We. Thinking like that was very abnormal for the survivor. He had always been alone... always. He couldn't let this girl just sit back and suffer while he left, though. She wouldn't survive for long on her own. He had seen more survivors as well- did they know about them? If not, they were all doomed. That wasn't his problem anyway... and yet he thought of them. He was a lone wolf, damn it. There should be no one else on his mind except for himself. And her. Yes, and her- no, damn it. The survivor let out an aggravated sigh just before Esmai spoke.
Her voice brought him out of his small mental conundrum and back to the reality and gravity of their situation. It was short and simple, something to get his attention in the first place. Then she was tapping at her face. He arched an eyebrow at her, confused for a moment until he realized that she was looking directly into his eyes... something she had never really done before. She usually seemed to scan over his mask as if she were searching for his face. Then it dawned on him that he had taken of his mask to treat her wound. "Ah, hell." he muttered in an exhale, looking over to see his mask on the floor. As he picked it up, his brilliant blue eyes locked back onto Esmai's. She seemed to be very much respectful of his privacy, even to the point of approaching it cautiously and nervously. He turned the mask over in his hand, contemplating the meaning of placing it back on again. Then he decided to anyway. He used one of the curtains to wipe away the grime on the lenses and looked back over to her. She seemed to be moving awkwardly around until her mouth finally formed some words.
He smiled at the question, almost laughing. Then he moved over to stand in front of her and removed the mask. "Why bother hiding from you if you've already seen me?" he said calmly, holding the mask tightly in his left hand. "Yes, my name is Varyn. Nobody has called me that in years... but you can say it if you want." He cut off eye contact with her at that statement, his smile fading to a normal stoic expression. After a moment of silence brought on after the affirmation of his name he spoke abruptly. "We're going to need to go back and move what we can from that apartment." He wasn't ready to go anywhere yet. He didn't want to turn to look at Esmai again. She was starting to grow on him and she was attractive. Damned emotions coming back to mess with him. He liked it better when he was a nobody. [[OOC: Sorry that this ended up so short and not really... going anywhere.]]
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 6:38 pm
  Loretta Degas & Xenia Manchezler  Loretta smiled, running her fingers through Nitori's hair as they had a small hug-fest full of joy and reunion. Wilhelm had joined in as well, pulling them both in and speaking long strings of German. She didn't understand the words but they were comforting. The moment didn't seem to last long enough. Soon Wilhelm was pulling away and Loretta picked Nitori up to place her on the ground, giving back her space to breath properly without being smothered. She ruffled the girl's hair as Wilhelm introduced himself and thanked the two for their help. She knew that Xenia probably just met Nitori because she certainly wasn't the one that had been taking care of her. She glanced down, smiling, as her hand was grabbed and then she was lightly dragged over the dark haired male that must have been the care-taker. He seemed nervous so she gave him a gentle smile. She didn't bother trying to strike conversation as they all followed Wilhelm up a few sets of stairs. She didn't want to scare him before she even got the chance to meet him. Soon they came upon a door, which was unlocked to reveal a decent sized room. Her hand was quickly let go at the sight of water and food. She laughed at the girl, following her only to retrieve a bottle of water. She was not hungry and the food could go to a better use than feeding someone that held no desire for it.
Loretta opened the bottle, cracking the seal, and took a few sips of the water as she moved to sit against a wall. She watched Nitori in the silence that followed, not wanting to loose sight of her. In that silence Xenia decided to sit next to the one person she trusted, at least a little bit, in the room. Loretta glanced at the stone cold expression of Xenia, whom had said nothing during the whole ordeal. After a few moments of waiting for something to be said, with no results, she returned her attention to Nitori. Then the silence was broken as someone asked about medications for seizures. She wasn't sure who it was because her focus quickly started to fade away. She started staring at the floor with a distant look, not asleep but not awake either. She hadn't slept in awhile and didn't expect to do so so soon. Especially not now. She sighed deeply, catching the attention of Xenia for a moment, before watching Wilhelm as he attempted to look for some medications that he had trouble remembering the name of. She smiled as he allowed the young male to help himself to what he needed. Quick thinking, Wilhelm.
After that short bout of conversation it was silent again. She usually didn't mind the silence but at the moment she would rather talk or be doing something then sitting around like this. Not only did all her wounds come to her attention but she was also suddenly tired and now was not the time to sleep. She turned to Xenia, hoping to start a conversation, but it seemed like her intentions were made obvious because she got a harsh glare the moment she looked in the woman's direction. So, that was out of the question. Xenia had no wish to talk. She just wanted to rest for the moment. The events of that day weren't exactly easy and she thought she deserved a small amount of time before she jumped right back mayhem. She didn't mind at all, she enjoyed taking the change to kill as many zombies as possible, but she was only human. She could almost die only so many times.
Loretta shifted uncomfortably, instead watching Wilhelm as he went through familiar motions of cleaning his gun. He was close to finishing and once he was done he decided to break the silence. Thank goodness. He suggested a trip to the Mall, which she agreed to. She still needed to search for supplies and, perhaps, a book that would help translate his German gibberish.
As he spoke out going to the Mall and creatures worse than zombies Loretta heard a slight shift to her side and turned to look at Xenia. She looked stiff and her brows were drawn together in a frown. She wanted to ask what was wrong but in the short time Loretta knew Xenia she knew that she was a strange woman that probably liked her privacy. So she let it be. She looked back towards Wilhelm, who had finished speaking. Before she could say anything on wishing to go to the Mall with him Freyja spoke up, relaying information on the state of the Mall and other infested places. She didn't think there was anything of importance in the Theater so at least she could, hopefully, avoid the infected mass there. Freyja had then stopped speaking. She didn't have any experiences with mutated zombies, nor did she have a lot of knowledge on the city, so she remained silent. Xenia also had nothing to say. She didn't feel it was relevant to the conversation to speak about her experience with not one, but two, mutated today. She doubted many would be at the Mall but how could she hope there would be none when she couldn't see into the future and say so.
[ NEVER AGAIN. Anyways, I hope this was satisfactory. I didn't want too much put into the first few paragraphs. ]
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 9:37 pm
E S M A I x "E M" xL E S U R E
spacespace☠ the awfully lucky foreigner
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LOCATION: Store near Amusement Park XX HEALTH: Alright XX COMPANY: Varyn
At least she derived amusement in his discovery of the missing mask. Esmai smiled when she could see the realization in his eyes before he turned to confirm it's place. She all but wiped that smile off her face when he looked back at her, not sure if he was quite as entertained. He was, however, watching her again. It was hard to break contact when sharp blue eyes like those were so intently locked on hers. She wondered if she offended him somehow. It was different actually seeing his face and trying to decipher actual expressions again. She could easily see that he could very well be the type of person who didn't need a mask to remain expressionless. He had to eventually break the staring contest to wipe specks of gore off his mask, allowing her to comfortably look away.
Esmai's morale was always fluctuating, sometimes more violently than others, but it was always a boost to see another person smile. Friends smiling were even better. He may have only just been starting to warm up to her, but she was far more open and would label him a friend. His response inspired a wide grin to grow on her. His mask had made conversation seem impersonal. She was enthusiastic to hear he may not need it any longer. Was it even comfortable to have on? It seemed like it was be stifling after a while. Then again, she figured he probably didn't need it all the time if he was alone. Which wasn't the case now. She wiggled briefly after he restated his name. Varyn it was! An interesting name, too. She had to admit that it was the first time she'd heard anyone having it. He looked away after and returned to a reserved expression, but Esmai's grin persisted. Even following the warning regarding that they would need to venture back to the zombie-ridden apartment. The idea was frightening, but she felt more ready than she'd been before. She was confident that a number of them had milled away from the cramped space and back to the streets. Which was safer, she wasn't certain. No matter, she hopped to her feet. "Alrighty! Ready when you are."
She wasn't sure when he wanted to go, whether it was soon or if they were hunkering in the store for a while longer. She could do either, she supposed. She was fairly animated at the moment, but the moment she was anywhere but inside, she'd withdraw and calm herself. Waiting for some sort of direction, she idly examined the wrapping on her arm.
ooc: this post has gone literally nowhere I'm so sorry (if an event is going to happen in the near future, I can totally wait for other characters to get posting and moving before posting for Esmai again)
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 11:42 pm
Location: Abandoned City
Known Survivor Population: 12
Season: Late Summer
Time of Day: Late Afternoon
Weather: Mild
Zombie Concentration: High in Specified Areas, Low to None elsewhere.
Known Mutated Zombie Population: 1
Danger Level: Very Low, but Rising
Multi-Faceted Event As Liam and Zachary trudged on, the large figure got closer and closer, following the steps of Buddy, the Stalker that Zach and Liam "befriended". As Liam and Zachary got closer to the Library, they could see two figures hauling something in the distance. It turn out to be Alex and Dylan, who were heading up from the school. Upon seeing new survivors, they started a brief greeting when a terrible roar echoed aacross the street from them and a Brawler charged headlong at them. It flew past Zach and Liam in a direct course for Dylan.
After a brief meeting with a survivor and a quick separation, Emma has found her way back to meet a couple of new survivors and an previously acquainted one. Unfortunately, she'll find her way back during the aftermath of an unfortunate event. With that being said, surely the group of Liam, Zach, and Ethan will notice her arrival. Or, at least, one of them will.
As the survivors in the hospital planned their next move, there was something brewing at their destination. In the Mall, Shriekers were flying around and screaming from their latest encounter. They were still riled up from the humans that had disturbed them earlier. Now there were a lot of Zombie Cannibals roaming about the atrium floor as well. Time was running out on the rigged distraction at the Theater, leaving the survivors with not much time to scavenge left in the day before things got dangerous again.
There still were very few zombies milling the streets, but most of the zombies that had swarmed the mysterious survivor's apartment had returned to the Office. Only a few remained. Unfortunately, A good deal of the soft-packaged foods were damaged. Fortunately, all of the munitions and water bottles were intact. Their trip back to the apartment would prove to be rather uneventful.
As the daylight began to fade into the evening time, dust would begin to kick up on the outskirts of town, miles away but visible. Something large was headed towards the Abandoned City from the South-East by the Mall and School.
[[OOC: We have a returning survivor and the start of a new chapter in the story. If you want spoilers, you could probably find them if you look very, very hard. I wouldn't advise it though, it takes out a lot of the fun. Welcome back Maru! Farewell Sane! Welcome back everyone in the roleplay as we get a new handle on what's going down!]] Location: Outside the Park
Survivors Affected: Liam, Ethan, Alex
Name: Zachary and "Buddy"
Encounter Type: Choice
Danger Level: Moderate
NPC EVENT- Zachary and "Buddy" the Stalker He noticed that the big boy was pretty quiet at his questions, so he decided not to ask any more. He didn't want to upset the person who was helping him find his daddy. As they trudged along, Zach happily hummed to himself and looked around. Soon enough, some figures appear at the end of his vision that were walking together with something big. He leaned down and whispered excitedly to his new-found friends. "Look, Look, Mr. Liam! You, too Buddy!" He pointed over the enormously broad shoulders of his courier to the people in the distance. "There are more people, one might be my Daddy!" He was getting excited now, it could all be done really soon and he could be with his family again. Safe and sound- and Liam and Buddy could stay with them. He was squirming with happiness and almost fell off the big boy's back. He giggled and waved at the two as they approached, calling out a friendly hello as he did. As they met up, Zach was quick to introduce everyone, and wasn't sad to see that neither survivor was his father: they were now new friends.
"Hi!" he shouted happily, "I'm Zach, that's Buddy, and this is a Liam!" He pointed to each person as he introduced them in order, even himself. The others introduced themselves but then stopped as the noticed the Stalker that the little boy pointed to. Zach was happy until one of them moved to attack Buddy. "What are you doing? No! Not Buddy! He's my friend! He doesn't hurt anyone!" The child cried out in protest before a large roar cut him off. The boy started shaking and crying, his eyes wide in fear. He looked out to see a large hulking beast of a zombie come charging in their direction. He let out a terrified scream right in Liam's ears.
[[OOC: Oh these poor children... it only continues to get worse.]] 
Dylan Reynolds
☢I'm Not Hiding, I'm Living:☢ In the City Streets
☠Group:☠ I don't know what's going on!
☠Get Pumped:☠ Trying to figure everything out.
☠I Hate Thinking:☠ I'm so doomed...
☠OOC:☠ ((...))Dylan was trudging along silently as he listened to Alexander's plan for renovations and survival. The man was certainly brilliant. He was very glad to have this teacher by his side. He would not have even thought to take all of these precautions, let along be able to formulate a plan past what to do in the immediate future. He was about to ask a question when he heard a loud voice calling from a distance. It sounded like a young boy from its pitch, but all he saw were two very tall figures walking in their direction. It looked like two adults until the figures got closer. Then it simply looked like one man carrying a child on his back. The man was huge... and that was no understatement. The new guy looked as if he was the cross between a football player and giant.
He blinked in surprise and looked to Alex before turning back to face the now close duo. When the child introduced everyone, he found it odd that he called the big guy "a Liam", rather than Liam. Maybe it was just the kid's version of his name or something. He could straighten that out later. When the kid introduced "Buddy", Dylan froze and immediately looked at Alex, who nodded. They were in sync about this creature: It was a zombie and therefore dangerous. Dylan charged it with his bat and the intention to kill, even with the boy's protests. Even so, he was stopped in his tracks by a noise that chilled him to the bone. He turned to see a hulking monster way too close for comfort. He had no time to move, and his brain froze at its sheer size. Alex stepped up to save Dylan and was rewarded with the brutal force of the Brawler's attack. Alex did not make it very far before he let out a painful yell that soon gurgled with his own blood.
The Brawler had impaled the teacher on one of its clawed hands, roaring as it mercilessly bashed his body into the ground. His paling figure cried out in pain with each smash the creature made, and Dylan ran over to try and help. None of his swings did a thing to slow the creature's mauling of his newest comrade. As he fought in desperation, (I hope this is okay, because honestly your character is the only one that can really do much in this situation.) Liam ran over to help. His abnormal strength and hatchet made quick work of the Brawler, and even as it tried to get up to attack in its death throes, Liam proved stronger.
Once all was said and done, Dylan retrieved Alex's pistol from his corpse and closed the man's eyes. He tried not to vomit and succeeded. "Rest in peace, teach..." he muttered as he averted his eyes. That was the last thing he had expected to happen, especially so soon. "Thanks for saving my life, but you would have been better of using your brains and letting me take that hit. I'm much more of a hinderence than you are..." He sighed and got up, turning towards the two new people. "Just great... I find new survivors and they drag along infected and kill the smartest man I've known." His tone was bitter, but his face seemed to just be frustrated. "It ain't your fault." he managed to say with sincerity, "But 'Buddy' there isn't safe to have around. He's a zombie, and one I've never seen anything like before. He seems to be following you, so I don't think he's good news. Sorry kid, but he's gotta go." With that, Dylan bludgeoned Buddy to death with the bat. The child couldn't watch and began to cry fresh tears. Dylan did what he had to and then turned to the duo. "Well, I'm Dylan. His name is Alex. He was the smartest survivor I knew. He lived in the Library. Now I'm not sure what to do. You guys got any ideas?"
Just then, Zachary looked up and saw a girl approaching. He got excited again and cried out "Look!" to the group. Dylan whipped around to see a familiar face approaching. "Emma?" he wondered aloud, looking with genuine shock at the girl who ran towards them.
[[OOC: I can't wait to see this roleplay back up on all fronts.]]
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 12:07 am
Location: Random Store
Survivors Affected: Esmai
Name: Varyn
Encounter Type: Companion
Danger Level: Low
NPC EVENT- Mysterious Survivor Varyn was off-put by Esmai's sudden elevation in mood. With her sudden eagerness to leave and lifted spirits, he looked over to her with a serious face. "Try not to over-use it, okay?" he said, referring to his name, "No people should even know that name." The last statement was a bit odd, but it was also laced with a foreboding tone. Perhaps it insinuated that he was hiding from something or someone. Perhaps it meant he wanted to be left alone. He wouldn't say. He got up and placed the gas mask back over his face. "Let's go." It was back to the usual lack of words and emotions. As they exited the store, Varyn removed his pistol from the holster and walked forward across the street with it drawn in front of him. The trip back to the apartment was rather boring and a bit lengthy. Without running (especially from zombies) it proved to be a much farther and longer trip than it had seemed previously.
Once they had arrived at the apartment, The door was still open, and only four zombies made their presences known. Two were in the main floor, one was in the bathroom, and another was staring at the dead Hoarder upstairs. Five bullets were enough to end them all. Varyn wasted no time looking over the food and grunted in disapproval. There were very few things left that were any good out of his entire stash. Even so, he packed his satchel with some and the water, picking up two extra duffel bags the he filled with important ammunition and equipment. He also slung the newly acquired sub-machine gun and assault rifle ove his back to carry along with him. He waited for Esmai to load up what she could before they left the apartment. He shut the door behind them to hopefully prevent zombies from wandering in, but it was busted anyway. He trudged along, uncomfortable and considerably slowed under his new weight. Fortunately, their walk to the place on the outskirts of town was much less of a trip than their walk back to the apartment.
Breathing heavily as they arrived, Varyn fumbled for his dog tags until he got the key looped through them. He quietly unlocked the door and carried the supplies inside. Once there, he set them down and exhaled in relief. There was also a small stash of supplies in this place as well, but the room was much cleaner and nicer. As Esmai walked in, he shut the door behind her and began to explain. "This is a safe house that was used near the start of this whole fiasco. The people kept it nice for travelers until they got themselves killed. I found it and kept it up and running. You'd be surprised that this is one of the very few houses, along with the previous apartment, that actually has some running water and working plumbing." He let out a soft sigh. "These are the only two in this City that I've ever found. I've been damn near everywhere."
He locked the door and walked over to the couch, taking a seat. He closed his eyes and leaned back, letting his silence and the mask buffer him from the world outside his mind. As he relaxed, he began to formulate a plan.
[[OOC: Here we go, onward with the craziness.]]
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 10:09 am
 
Location: school > outside
Condition: fine
Ema didn't know how long she had been walking for. Maybe an hour or two? Thirty minutes? How ever long she had been on the road it felt like forever, because so many things were running through her thoughts. It was frustrating because she shouldn't feel any regret at all or concern. She left Dylan behind, sure. Leaving people happens all the time so what's stopping her now. Just because he was the ghost of her school memories--the one thing that made her feel almost normal again--didn't make him anyone special. It didn't. Did it?
No, stop thinking about it. You walked out already and that's that. Keep walking.
She nodded her head in agreement and continued forward. There's no point filling her mind with such gloomy thoughts. Being with Dylan could get her killed. Plus, he slightly annoyed her. She didn't like the hero type. Being a team player was not Ema's forte, and she felt like he could be the captain. Yes, that's it. He was into sports so he naturally had a feel for taking charge. It was a good thing she left him while she had the chance. No good comes from people like him.
Ema convinced herself that running off without a word was the right decision and that choosing to stay would’ve been her downfall. She was starting to feel satisfied by her justification. It relieved her. He'd be fine on his own anyway. He survived up to now, didn't he?
But just when she thought she made amends with her problem, he had to ruin it. Not too far off the streets, Ema saw the very person she'd been trying to forget about ever since she left the school. Dylan.
Crap!
She was just about to turn around and walk the opposite way when she heard a small voice call out. Dylan made eye contact with Ema, and she froze on the spot. This. Was. Not. Good. If she took off now, it would only add suspicion because let’s not forget that Dylan knew she left. He must have questions. She had no choice but to show herself.
The first thing she was going to say was ‘hey, I found you’ but as she closed in, the sight of a dead man on the floor made her say instead, "What happened?" Ema took a moment to let the scene sink in.
Dylan had a pistol in his hand and a bloody bat in the other. There was another man, blonde, with gore on the blade of his hatchet. A large zombie lay dead with deep cuts that clearly showed the work of his weapon. There was another zombie that was bashed in the cement. But the last body on the floor was what caught Ema’s attention. A man. This was one hell of a situation. And to make matters worse, there was a child. She hated kids more than anything.
I should’ve ran and never looked back. Ema regretted her decision to come here. She looked up at the dimming sky and back toward the body and finally at Dylan.
What the hell happened while she was away?
Yoshielite ooc: I read everything that happened to Dylan/Alex/Liam/Zachary XD I’m going to make it so that Ema left before she had the chance to see Alex so she has no idea who he is.
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 12:01 pm
i'lltrycodingL I A M x - x M A E L W I N E
iholdnopromicestothecodethough⇥ the brawns lacking brains
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LOCATION: Outside, Streets XX HEALTH: Incredibly hungry, otherwise fine XX COMPANY: Hatchet, Zach, lady
Liam didn't really mean to leave the kid's questions unanswered so wordlessly. He had a nasty habit of forgetting he was supposed to answers inquiries if he was silent for too long. Whatever had been asked of him was lost in the wind. Liam wasn't the one to be on lookout, he was letting the humming kid on his back do that. He was a doing a pretty good job, too. Zach noticed the distant figures long before Liam would have. His eyes snapped up to scan the viable area for what his small friend may have been drawing attention to, but he didn't quite see it until Zach pointed and explained that they were people. Liam's pace quickened noticeably, but he still wasn't very fast. He wanted to see if the kid's father was actually over there. That would be incredibly convenient. He slowed himself when the kid squirmed and nearly lost his gripping. He paused while he waited for him at get a better hold before continuing on to meet these new people with a wide smile. He waved was well as the kid and let him do the introductions.
Liam was uncomfortable with the way they looked at Buddy, but said nothing until the smaller new man lunged. He tensed and nearly drew the hatchet to oppose the guy, but the shrill cry so near to his made him cringe to the side. Even worse than that, it was only a moment until he was screaming. Screeching. Liam flinched and released the weapon, letting it clatter to the ground. It wasn't long before he regained his composure, but in that time, the monster who had previously roared and charged them was there. If Liam had any smarts in that head of his, he'd been more intimidated by the huge beast. Sadly, he was so very stupid. The older man who was part of the new duo was the target of the attack and didn't last long at all. The monster threw it's claws into the man's abdomen and bashed him into the ground relentlessly. He scooped his weapon off the ground again and ran towards the mutated, though far too late. There was no saving the man, not matter how hard he swung his hatchet. New gore splattered on him and his blade. Liam, not fearing the Brawler out of his own lack of sense, confronted it further until it was overpowered and dead. He forgot the kid may have been watching as he swung. Poor boy, poor boy.
He stared down the defeated monster, even when it lay motionless. He dared it to leap to it's feet. The hatchet was still grasped firmly in his giant hands. He didn't turn to face or acknowledge the man's sighs and laments. He did, however, catch what he thought were sour notes. He was sorry. He watched Dylan with apologetic eyes and a definite frown. He didn't mean to bring him trouble, no, never. Liam kept himself quiet and let Dylan, who certainly smarter than both him and the kid, do what he thought had to be done. He didn't want to see anything bad happen to Buddy, so he turned his back to the scene until it sounded like the beating was over. Zach had already introduced himself and Liam, so when Dylan gave his name, they were finally all acquainted. More friends, a bigger group! Bigger groups were safe. Always have a big group. He would have answered the man, explaining that they were looking for Zach's father. He only managed to open his mouth before there was a new arrival being announced. The figure's posture suggested grace enough not to be a zombie. Liam returned the hatchet back to it's resting place, disarming himself.
He didn't know what to say in the situation, but he was going to follow these two whether they liked it or not. The woman wasn't very friendly seeming, but Liam didn't pick up on it. He waved at her as she approached with a large, toothy smile. She asked what had caused the scene she was welcomed to, but he didn't answer. He knew that when there were smarter people around, he was supposed to stay quiet and let them talk. Convenient. He wouldn't know how to answer her question, anyways.
ooc: huehue
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 7:06 pm
Location: Outside the Park
Survivors Affected: Liam, Dylan, Emma
Name: Zachary
Encounter Type: Companion
Danger Level: Moderate, Declining
NPC EVENT- Zachary Zach was still bawling his little eyes out as he looked over to the motionless corpse of his bizarre friend "Buddy". He wasn't very interested in much of anything now. He couldn't find his Daddy, the Liam was upset with him (he thought so because Liam was silent and let Buddy get killed), and his best friend was dead. He knew Buddy wasn't sleeping. It was a hard pill to swallow, but he knew it was true. He whimpered again and slid off the big boy's back to go sit down next to Buddy. He didn't bother paying any more attention to the meanies behind him and thought about running away. He didn't want to leave Buddy though. "Wh-why di-didn't you f-fight back, Buddy?" he moped between small sobs, "You were... you were my friend..." He sniffled and cried quietly as he looked at the body of his "friend".
"L-Liam?" he asked, not turning around, "What'll happen to Buddy...?"
Dylan Reynolds
☢I'm Not Hiding, I'm Living:☢ In the City Streets
☠Group:☠ Liam, Zach, and Emma.
☠Get Pumped:☠ Trying to figure everything out.
☠I Hate Thinking:☠ She's back?
☠OOC:☠ ((...))Dylan was completely taken aback by the child's sobbing over a zombie, the height and silence of the blonde man, the death of Alex, and Emma's sudden appearance. He rubbed his temples and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, trying to concentrate on one thing at a time. "Damnit Alex," he muttered, "You had to die, hm? Now I'm in for it. I've got a kid, a mute, and I'm not even close to being smart enough to plan this all out and handle it..." He stopped as a thought occurred to him: Emma's smart- maybe she'll help me if I ask... but maybe not. She did run away earlier without warning. Damn, I don't know what to do..." He let out a sharp sigh and decided to answer Emma's question before anything else.
"Alright, gimme a sec and I'll explain it to you from the point where you ran away." The tone of his voice didn't sound harsh or begrudging, but he still brought it up as an emphasis to how everything seemed to go straight to hell on her break for it. "So a guy was in the school, a teacher. He was the one we heard fire shots... this was his gun." He held the magnum up for a second before pocketing it. The last thing he needed was someone thinking he was ready to use it. "His name is Alexander. He's... he was the smartest guy I had ever met. He had a plan and solution for everything, and even offered me to stay at the Library with him. That cart over there was with supplies to board up and fortify as well as eat and drink." He paused his story to point to the cart, and then something dawned on him: the keys to the Library.
"Forgive me, teach." he whispered, reaching into the man's pockets to grab the keys, noticing that he also had an entire key ring that looked like it had belonged to a janitor. He wondered what they were for, but quickly dismissed the query to continue his story. He pocketed the keys and scratched his head. "So basically we were on our first trip from the school to the Library when a kid shouted out to us. It was these two, and we went over to them until we saw a zombie behind them. It was weird, just following them without attacking them or making a noise. I went to kill it but then the kid screamed and a huge zombie tried to plow me into the ground." He looked over at the hulking corpse littered with hatchet wounds and Alex's lifeless body. He swallowed hard before trying to continue. His voice felt dry. "The guy hadn't known me for more than thirty minutes and he knocked me out of the way to save my life from that thing. I would be the one on the ground if it weren't for him... I should be the one on the ground." His eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed in frustration and regret. He should have been paying more attention- it was so stupid and careless!
He hadn't realized that he had been clenching his jaw and fists until he felt one of his knuckles pop. His eyes flicked open and he looked over to Liam. "This guy's pretty quiet, but he's brave and strong as far as I can tell. He pretty much single-handedly killed that big thing that killed Alex." He scratched his head and looked at the big fella before looking at the distraught child. "I'm sorry about that, kid... but it had to be that way." he said to Zach before turning to Emma. "Emma, I'm sorry to throw all that your way, and I know you walked in on some real crazy confusing stuff, but..." His voice cut off and he looked everywhere but at her face. He moved a bit closer to her and lowered his voice to talk only to her. "Can you... I mean..." His mouth closed tight in a small frown as he tried to word everything properly. "Can you please stick around? You're the smartest person I know out there, and you're the only one I even remotely know." He looked at her as he spoke, but then looked partially away. She didn't seem like the type to communicate much or make friends in this apocalypse, and he sure as hell wasn't that type either. He needed to survive though. They all did. "I figure you got your reasons for running and all that, but... nevermind." He sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets.
[[OOC: Cool, sounds good. Things are about to get a bit more interesting.]]
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 9:22 pm
E S M A I x "E M" xL E S U R E
spacespace☠ the awfully lucky foreigner
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LOCATION: Store near Amusement Park XX HEALTH: Alright XX COMPANY: Varyn
Try not to over-use a name? Esmai attempted to understand the meaning of that. Wasn't there a similar English phrase? Did he just not like hearing his name? Maybe he didn't like people knowing it for that reason. She thought it was a pretty neat name, but it was his opinion. However, the tone of voice used caused doubt. It was probably best to just brush that under the carpet and move on. It may com up later, if he felt like elaborating. Esmai was expecting to leave the store and be frightened by some infected creature, mutated or not. The city seemed to have mutated slinking around many of it's corners. She wasn't disappointed that the walk back to the apartment was without action, it was just quiet. She watched the buildings from time to time, committing the route to the store to memory. The trip back felt longer than it had running. She was determined not to ruin the silence this time.
It wasn't shocking that there were still some zombies bumbling about inside the apartment. The number was manageable. Varyn dispatched them swiftly. Dispatched? Esmai didn't appreciate referring to killing these people like that, even if they were zombies. No, he just put them back to rest. She prodded around the goods with a prominent frown. The food, for the most part, was gone. Most didn't have sturdy packaging and were crushed. A shame. Conveniently enough, though, the water was perfectly fine. Water was vital. Esmai was no expert on the stuff, but it looked like the ammunition was alright, too. Good signs! She couldn't carry a whole lot, but she picked up what she could after he had his bags set. He had far more than her. Once again, she was entirely aware that she wasn't a very big help. Even the meager amount she stuffed into her bag weighted her enough slow her. She hoped the next destination wasn't going to take painfully long to get to. Plodding along was unnerving. Especially when she looked up to the sky, only to see that it was nearing later day. Sunset wouldn't be very long away.
Esmai wasn't quite as strained as her friend when they came to the newest safe house. She was glad to finally be there. She scurried inside behind him and looked around. It was much nicer inside this place than the other. This one even had it's front door intact! A huge plus. There were significantly less supplies already in this home than there were in the last, but they were carrying some to add. tIt would be alright. She removed the extra supplies from her bag to lighten herself again while listening. That was very kind of them to do, even if they eventually were no longer able to see to the place. She dearly wished that it was painless for them. A small frown returned at the mention of how few facilities had been able to keep water running. As entirely unlikely as it was, maybe he missed something. There must be some place that was still running just fine. Perhaps out of the city. It'd hadn't been so long that absolutely everything crumbled, right? Esmai didn't have a concept of time while she was in the building and hiding away. She stopped keeping track the moment she was entirely alone there. So it could have been a week, it could have been a month. Maybe two. She hadn't seen any other survivors besides Varyn to ask. She watched him briefly before walking off to explore the safe house. He was taking a break and probably wouldn't feel like asking her irrelevant questions. She also really needed to find a place to change her shirt. The blood from the previous Hoarder sticking her shirt to her wasn't an enjoyable experience.
ooc: let's see if i can get a Liam post done before I go to bed (because he's doing interesting things and Esmai's posts have been pretty uneventful;;;; )
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 9:25 am
Location: Secondary Safehouse
Survivors Affected: Esmai
Name: Varyn
Encounter Type: Companion
Danger Level: None NPC EVENT- Mysterious Survivor There definitely wasn't much time left for this city, at least not if what Varyn saw was from recent activity. He thought back to his street wandering earlier this morning, and his hunting. There was the woman in the Amusement Park who almost got eaten by a Gorger. She was definitely new to the area. Those things were common to the Amusement Park and nearby town. She had no idea what it was and simply watched its approach. A small frown tugged at the edge of his lip. If he hadn't been there, she would have surely lost her leg. Chalk up one more survivor and one more dead mutant. He pulled out his pad to look at the tallies he had kept, along with pictures of survivors and details on where they were found. He was really fond of the old-style camera that was with him. It had come in handy so many times for research. He wasn't one for studying or science, but his mentor had made it a very important priority. "Remember kid- know your enemy." The words rang true, and then he felt a pang of loneliness. He would never see the man again... not after the Mall incident. He looked through the packet of pictures until he came upon the picture he was able to take one time during a meal stop. A small smirk played across his face as he remembered how pissed his mentor got.
Varyn looked up as Esmai left the room, wondering what she was up to. It didn't honestly matter to him; he knew this house was secure. There were a number of bedrooms and a kitchen, as well as two bathrooms. There were a large amount of clothes in the closets for those who could not find any: even jackets for if it got cold. They were in all different sizes and colors. Children, Men, Women- there were clothes for nearly every age and gender. They had been stocked to try and help others until the end of their natural lives. A picture of the old couple still sat in a frame in one of the bedrooms, untouched by Varyn. He turned over his own picture of the old couple in his hands, remembering how they took him in after he had almost died. He regretted not being able to save their lives. He regretted not being able to save Lindsey's life. He regretted not being able to save Al... Sarge. He couldn't say his mentor's name. He couldn't think it. That would be an insult to the greatest man to walk the apocalyptic wasteland. He put down the picture and slowly looked through the pile of the deceased. It was enormous; the packet was pretty heavy. He still needed to hold onto it. Then he held the smaller packet, the one of the known living survivors. He had known of a guy the was in the Library, two kids near the school, a child and his father, a big blonde guy, the woman from the park, the two women and male from the Apartment area, and a small girl and her teenage companion. That made thirteen survivors that he had found, not including himself. That was a very bad sign in combination with the amount of mutated zombies in the area. The only one he didn't have a picture of was the one with him now. He looked over to where Esmai had once stood, wondering if it would still be appropriate, or even necessary. He decided at once that it was, and he would get to that.
He closed the packets and went back to his pad, noticing how many infected he had killed and their locations. The highest concentrations of infected were around the south-east area of the city. This was even before he had set up the diversion. The Mall, the Theater, and the School: those places were to be avoided at all costs now. Now, should he warn the others? He tapped his mask in thought, contemplating the notion. It wasn't his problem... but wasn't that the reason he was saving them in the first place? He hated hypocritical situations. He was killing all the zombies he could to ensure human survival, yet he wanted nothing to do with others. He took off his mask and Ghile suit after much deliberation, wondering if he should even keep everything up. Perhaps he should just pack up and leave the girl. It was so confusing and disturbing to think about, but he knew that he couldn't stay in the city long. He slowly walked out of the room he was in, searching the rooms for Esmai with his old-fashioned camera hung on his neck. He would at least document the girl as another survivor. That was as good a start as any... then he could figure out what to do from there.
[[OOC: ...]]
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 2:17 pm
  ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ x ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ℭａｉｎ ℑｃｈｉｍａｒｕ ↔ Ｎｉｔｏｒｉ Ｇｒａｙｓｅｎ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ x ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ Nitori had already chugged down half of the bottle before she looked up wide eyed to Wilhelm as he told her to slow down while she drank. She removed the bottle from her lips and held it a little further away from her to examine it for a second and then looked back to the German man with her head tilted. "How can you get sick from Water? It's not even got any sugar in it!" Obviously she didn't get it, but she shrugged her shoulders and did as he said, only taking small sips at a time, though perhaps too many at one time as she took one sip after the other in unison. Silly child. But she was happy. After a few minutes of drinking from her water bottle, Nitori grabbed some food from the pile and went and sat next to Loretta against the wall, laying her head down on the other's shoulder and giving a content smile. She was just happy to have her friends back. They were her new family, and she never wanted to lose them again.
Meanwhile, Wilhelm had heard Cain's request for medications and was looking very confused. Cain knew right then that he would have to find them himself, but stayed quiet as Wilhelm searched around, coming up with no results. Cain gave his awkward half smile as Wilhelm apologized. He couldn't really blame the man, if it had been someone else asking him for a different kind of medication, Cain would have been just as stumped, but on top of that Wilhelm was German and probably couldn't even pronounce the medical words, let alone read them, most Americans couldn't. That's why there was an entirely separate Medical Dictionary compared to the rest of the English language.
Wilhelm decided it was best if Cain went and found them himself, and Cain agreed, giving a nod as he stood up and went over to the shelves full of various medications. While he searched, he kept glancing around at the people in the room, making sure Nitori was alright, trying to learn more about her friends Wilhelm and Loretta, and cautiously keeping an eye on the two that he didn't trust quite as much, Freyja and Xenia. He was particularly weary of Freyja, the blindfold making it impossible to read her expressions, and there for, her intentions. Not only was she an odd one compared to the rest, but she was the only one that didn't seem to have any connections to any one. At least the girl, Xenia, seemed to know Loretta, who in turn knew Wilhelm and Nitori. To be perfectly honest the only one he trusted as far as he could throw was the little girl, because she was so innocent and young she was already the most trustworthy. Cain only trusted Wilhelm and Loretta because Nitori did. The other two... remained to be seen.
Once Cain found what he was looking for, he gave the bottle of Carbamazepine a triumphant shake before stuffing it in his bag. There were more bottles of it there so he added three or four more to his bag as well before turning around and sitting down on the floor next to Nitori. He faced the door and made sure he had a full view of everyone in the room. That's when Wilhelm decided to speak up, proposing a scavenging trip to the mall and inviting all of them to join as a team to increase there chances of survival. Freyja also had some info regarding what the trip would entail, but Cain didn't think it was a good idea. At least not yet. "We could all use the supplies found in a mall, but there are a few things to take into consideration. Firstly, places like that are always the first to get raided when the mobs of scared people arrive, it's probably already been ransacked, and even if it hasn't there will still be hundreds, or even thousands, of infected there because like I said, it's the first place people go and lot's of them get killed in the process of trying to raid it, only to be reanimated by this virus. Second, we only have a few more hours of daylight, if we are lucky. From my experience it's never a good idea to go out at night, especially to an area you know has a high concentration of infected. And Thirdly, if we are going to do this, be it now or later, we need a game plan, more weapons, and if at all possible more people. We may be the only survivors left in the city, but if we aren't don't you think we should gather up as many people that are still alive as possible before going into what is practically a war zone filled with those things?" Maybe Cain was overthinking things, but he liked to be as prepared as possible before putting his life on the line. No unnecessary risks should be taken, and if you had to take a risk as big as this one you had better damn well have a game plan and backup.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 8:56 pm
Location: outside
Condition: fine
Guy. Teacher. Gun.
Ema was picking off what she considered to be important information as Dylan babbled on. When she asked what the hell happened, he sure did tell her all that happened.
Alexander. Plan. Supplies
So this dead man was the one who fired the shots at school. She wondered if he perhaps used to work there, but his face was nothing close to familiar for Ema. As far as she knew, he was a perfect stranger that wasn't the teacher to her school. It wasn't like she was hoping to meet someone in the past anyway. Nope.
Library...Zombie...
She was having a hard time focusing as the sound of the brat's wails entered her ears. Who's bright idea was it to bring Sir Crybaby along for the ride? If anything, the loud kid should be dead by now. Only the quiet would survive--like that big blondey. He was quiet. The big brother ought to teach the little one a thing or two on survival.
"Can you please stick around? You're the smartest person I know out there, and you're the only one I even remotely know." Dylan's request made Ema snap out of it.
"W-what?" she muttered out of shock. The way he looked at her made her feel slightly guilty for even taking off in the first place. Dammit, I knew I should've have came back. All of a sudden she wouldn't care anymore if him--and the others here--watched her leave right now. In fact, the idea of it was starting to look very promising.
Ema shifted her feet in the dirt as she avoided eye-contact. She looked down the street and contemplated on her options. Walk or stay. Walk or stay. Dylan had the keys. He had a gun. The other guy took down a huge zombie.
But the brat...
She couldn't shake the feeling of being with children. They're nothing but trouble. From the way Ema looked at the boy, it was obvious how much she detested him. The wet tears did no justice in convincing Ema to be a part of the team. "What do you need me for? A babysitter?" she commented sourly, still favoring the idea to go solo.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 11:37 pm
i'lltrycodingL I A M x - x M A E L W I N E
iholdnopromicestothecodethough⇥ the brawns lacking brains
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LOCATION: Outside, Streets XX HEALTH: Incredibly hungry, otherwise fine XX COMPANY: Hatchet, Zach, lady
Rather than pay more attention to the important conversation corresponding between the younger two, Liam was watching over Zach. His broad shoulders slumped and he frowned. He was so very apologetic and it was clear in his face and how he looked between the kid and the deceased Buddy. He shuffled over to stand next to Zach while Dylan and the small lady spoke. Such a dull tool, he wasn't sure what to do or say about the situation. He tried crouching beside the kid to get closer to his level and shattered the 'mute guy' ruse. "I'm sorry, Zach. Real sorry." He patted the kid's shoulder in an attempt to console him. Liam didn't think the cries would attract zombie attention, he was more concerned for his small friend's emotional state. He shook his head. "I don't know what's gunna happen to him." His voice was low and meant only for Zach, to not disrupt the two already talking. He stood after with a hand on the kid's head.
He craned his neck towards the short two when he felt someone looking at him. At that time he tuned into what was being said, whether or not it mattered. The discussion wasn't relevant to him, Zach, or Buddy. He turned towards them more, but didn't include himself. Silence once again to listen. The woman was being asked to stay with them because she was smart. A good idea. But she almost seemed reluctant, which Liam had difficulty understanding. It didn't come to mind that someone would want to travel by themselves. Willingly. He thought it was lonely. He also couldn't conceive of the idea that someone would actually dislike children. It was an entirely logical choice and everyone had preferences, that was true. But he got along well with kids, for the most part. The odd look Emma was giving Zach must have been because of his crying. Liam could admit that fussy children were troublesome to deal with. He didn't like them being loud either. That didn't mean she had to be so sharp with them, though.
Until something more clearly pretended to him, Liam was sticking to having his mouth shut. It was his best choice until someone told him how to make himself useful.
ooc: shorty short post
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 2:45 am
E S M A I x "E M" xL E S U R E
spacespace☠ the awfully lucky foreigner
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LOCATION: Store near Amusement Park XX HEALTH: Alright XX COMPANY: Varyn
The house was looking pretty sound, under Esmai's inspection. After that event in the first apartment, she was a little more nervous, but this home checked out well. It at least seemed safer. In what way, she wasn't sure. It felt nice in the home. The past residents really did keep it nice. She wandered through the house after a speedy wardrobe change. She had no purpose to it but to explore. She was also looking for a photo, by some chance. To see the previous tenants would let her get a better idea of who they were. She would know who to think of when being thankful for them keeping the house as comforting as they had. The rooms she entered and left were likely obvious. She always left doors open out of habit, unless specifically told to shut them. If these doors were closed before, they were no longer. She settled in a room at random, a bedroom. She wasn't sure what so special about this one over others. She poked around. The room was stocked with clothes in it's closet, which was surprising. Esmai assumed that it wasn't Varyn who placed them here. This had to be the work of the first couple. Finding some things that fit close enough to her size was also nice. She set aside a jacket similar to her size on the edge of the bed and tossed her bed next to it before continuing to poke around.
It didn't take long to find the framed photo there. She cocked her head to the side and examined the two photographed. They seemed happy enough, she thought. She imagined what kind of people they were in the flesh by just their picture. Or at least tried to. She wished she had the chance to meet them before they left from whatever causes. They had to have been immune to survive to beginning infection if they were available to keep their home's doors open to survivors. They seemed prepared for what was going to happen and wanted others to collect themselves, too. They were far more prepared than she was. Far more charitable, as well. If she had been in their place at the time, however, she knew she would have done exactly the same. If she wasn't so scared she fled. Not important. Esmai plopped herself on the foot of the bed and made herself a little more comfortable. She absently ran fingers through her hair, combing out tangles and knots that tied themselves when she wasn't paying attention. The feeling helped her relax significantly. She sat there for quite some time, swinging her feet over the edge and playing with her hair. Her mind was fairly clear, aside for the occasional concern. She wondered if anyone else she knew was out there. Not in the city per se, but around anywhere. Just surviving. Friends, colleagues, professors. She hoped she would see them again. She put that thought away with a huff.
After long enough, her friend was looking for her, but she was firmly set in her spot. She was still comfortable and unaware she was being sought.
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