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Doom Me Baby Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 11:02 pm
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“ тαҡє αиσтнєя sтєρ, ι ∂αяє уσυ. ι нαvє αи ιтcну тrιggєя ғιиgєя. ”
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For the last two years Annabell lived alone. She got up at the crack of dawn and checked all her traps. From there she went to the stables to check on Savior who always survived the night, he had a way out if the monsters came to him - one did and he used it alarming her to the danger in the process. The Friesian would never leave her, she could it in his eyes, he wasn't going to leave her because everyone else had. Then there were rounds to be done, from feeding the live stock to checking the crops. For two years no one had bothered her for the most part and she preferred it this way. She didn't need anyone telling her what to do, she was twenty four and her own woman, her own strong woman. There had been a person or two who tried to get her to let them stay at the farm all they got was a shot gun in their faces and a warning - it was a 5 second count down. One threatened to come back with men, she just winked and told him she had a way of dealing with men like him. It was a knife thrown into his leg..he didn't come back. Shame too, she liked that knife
Slowly the run begun to rise and Bell's eyes opened almost on cue. Stretching in her bed she rolled around a bit, looking at the time even though it didn't matter anymore. No one was around to keep the time with her. Letting out a small huff she slowly go out of her bed which was the master bed of the house - her parents old room and still filled with all of their things from their pictures to their perfumes and cologne. One great thing about living alone. You got to be naked when ever you wanted. Walking around her room she moved a few things around picking a few things up here and there, slowly she made her way to the bathroom taking a shower, brushing her teeth and getting ready as if it was a normal day because for Bell it was. Eventually finding her way to her closet where she put on something similar to what she always wore along with her brother's army jacket. She wore it almost all the time it was hard for her not to. She wanted him close to her, all the time. Smiling as she adjusted the jacket in the mirror she looked at the clock, 6:55 am, it was about time to start her day for real instead of standing in a mirror admiring herself. Walking down stairs she begun to clean around the house though there wasn't much to clean, after all there was only her and she barely made a mess in fact she made none she just made herself clean and do things to keep herself busy. Eating a simple break fast was easily said and done, after that it was time to go see her beauty of a horse. Walking out of the home her shot gun slung over her shoulder and her bag across her upper body she made her way to the stable which was a three minute walk, looking around. She would check her traps on horse back today, it was a beautiful day and she wasn't going to pass this up.
In a matter of fifteen minutes Bell was on the back of the black and white horse kicking him gently and guiding him with the reigns. Savior followed her commands picking up speed when he felt her touch against his side. Soon he was galloping around the farm, going from spot to spot to spot, they caught nothing but that was better. Sometimes they caught beasts in their traps, she would come to them screaming in pain from the sun, she had made it so the traps got full fledged sun in the morning - there was no hiding. After toying with them she would kill them and dispose of them in a fire. Once they were fully destroyed she would get rid of their ashes and then reset the traps as well in case there was one or two more, they didn't seem to be stupid and she was scared that they might decide to come up the same way with more than one of them. Bell didn't care that they were once human, they weren't anymore. They were going to die like the animals they were and that was fine by her. Pulling the reign to the left she started back to her home, she was going to give her stallion a great treat.
It took a bit but out of the corner of her eye she noticed there was someone, they were walking up the path to her home. Anger filled her as she kicked the sides of Savior taking them from a nice stroll to a gallop once more but this one was different this movement was one with more urgency and the animal below her understood that. Who ever it was they weren't anywhere near the house yet and she wasn't going to let them. Narrowing her eyes Bell slowed their pace down and jumped off of him when they were close enough to the home. Hitting Savior's a** he ran off towards the barn, happily entering it to get out of the sun which was unusually hot today. Taking the shot gun off from her arm she started to walked down the path, holding it in a position that showed she meant harm. Eventually she came into contact with the one coming down the path, a male, standing a few feet away she narrowed her brown eyes at him, "Get the ******** off my land."
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2012 12:00 pm
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“ ѕнσσт fιяѕт, αѕк qυєѕтισиѕ ℓαтєя. ”
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The sun was just starting to rise on the horizon, Deon crouched ready to make his move. He had to move fast before the sun was fully up, and the creature left. It wasn't anything big or threatening, possibly a mutated badger, but he wasn't going to take his chance. In his eyes the more he takes out of these creatures, the better it will be in the long run. Taking a step forward he moved slowly, quietly, not leading on he was there. Too late. The badger saw him and was ready to attack. Turning around, he bared his horrible teeth, it's beady eyes and hairless body lunging towards him. The hunting knife was already in hand, and as the creature came at him his first instincts was to kick it like a little football, causing it to go flying into a tree. It hit the tree with a loud thud, then falling to the ground twitching, getting ready to attack again. Deon was already one step ahead as he ran at it, plunging the knife into hit's hind leg. The badger flailed and screamed for help, but it was too late now, the sun was up and the thing was beginning to fry.
Sitting on the ground, taking a drink from his canteen, he watched as it continued to scream, eventually getting bored with it. Instead of shooting it, wasting precious ammo, he simple stepped on it's head, crushing its skull causing it to stop moving altogether. Taking the knife from the corpse he wiped the blade off on a leave, removing all blood, and put it back. Crouching down he looked through his pack to see what he head left, only to be met with a disappointing amount of rations. Barely enough to survive the next few days. "Well, I suppose I should start heading into town and see if I can find anything there." Standing up slowly he winced in pain, lifting he shirt up to look at the wound. A couple days prior he ran into someone that had been bitten, and he knew there was only a certain amount of time left before they changed. He was about to shoot them, put them out of their misery, but they acted quick, stabbing him in the stomach. Luckily they didn't hit any organs but he had no antibiotics to heal the cut, so it was slowly getting infected, causing him to become weaker. With a shake of his head he put the pack on.
Deon walked for a little over an hour before he found any signs of life, at all. Even then it wasn't really a sign, but more of a house. From where he stood it was a farm, and it looked like someone had been keeping it up. He doubted those creatures came out at night and did a little gardening before retreating inside for the day. The thought caused him to laugh, then shake his head, making his way up to the house. So far there was no signs of anyone, but he kept his gun at the ready. Halfway there he heard something. A horse. Stopping in his tracks he turned quickly to where it was coming from, only to spot a woman riding a horse, heading right for him. At first he thought she was drop dead gorgeous, that was, until she pulled the gun out at him, telling him to get off her land.
At this point he could do one of two things, point his gun back at her, or show he meant no harm. Deciding to take the ladder he raised his hands in the hair, still holding his gun with his right hand. "Hey, I don't mean any harm. I just wanted to know what way to town. Maybe if you had any rations to spare." He kept his hands in the air, but his finger still on the trigger. If she shot at him he would be damn sure to get a shot in himself, even if he missed. He wouldn't miss, though. He never does. Standing perfectly still, he looked around at the farm, making note of what was there, but turned his attention back to the brunette holding the gun at him. "The name is Captain Deon Maamik of the United States Marine Corps, ma'am. I'm not here to cause any trouble." Deon hadn't noticed, but it was all to clear as the wound on his stomach opened, causing blood to slowly soak through his shirt. It was clear it wasn't a wound from an infected, but one made by a man.
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Doom Me Baby Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2012 1:46 pm
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“ тαҡє αиσтнєя sтєρ, ι ∂αяє уσυ. ι нαvє αи ιтcну тrιggєя ғιиgєя. ”
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Her eyes remained narrowed at him, not lowering her gun even when he took a non-offensive stance. She wasn't going to take in strays, not now. Not ever. If she takes in a stray now more will come - they will bring the beasts with them. She wasn't stupid, she watched movies. While yes that wasn't something to base real like around they made more sense than they use to, especially now. "Town is behind you, march your a** that way." She motioned with the gun back up the path. He could get lucky there was probably stuff left there. Deon mentioned the Marines and it made her stomach turn into knots. "In case you haven't realized the world is in shambles, there ain't any Marines any more you ain't no captain anymore and that ain't going to get me to do anythin' for ya." Moving the gone she motioned for him to turn around till she saw he was bleeding and she rolled her eyes. Some kinda of Marine he was. She could do almost anything, she could turn away children - the elderly but she didn't want to turn away someone who was wounded that didn't give them a fair fight. Letting out a small growl she moved towards him, "All your weapons on the ground now, I don't wanna hear ya complain it hurts."
It took some time but it registered that he was bleeding once more on his face. She watched as he slowly followed her instructions, walking over she picked each item up and put them in her bag before lifting his shirt to make sure there was an actual wound there and to see how bad it was. Making a face Bell motioned with the shot gun to walk to the house. "I will treat you then you are to leave. You come back I will shoot you on sight. I only give one warnin'." Pushing him forward she walked behind him. Her thoughts wandered to the fact that he was a Marine, she wondered if she knew any of her brothers, after all they were spread across the Army in every branch though most of them were in the Marines.
It didn't take them long to get to the house and when they did she stopped him at the door. "Shoes off here, they are disgusting. Ya ain't going to dirty my house." Her logic was a bit flawed since her shoes weren't exactly clean but hers look better than his. She remained behind him with the barrel against his back leading him through the house to the master bed, it was where she kept all her first aid items. It was better that way, they were close to her at all times and to her those were some of the things that someone might go out of their way to steal. Once the got into the room she let out a small sigh, a part of her knew she was risking too much by doing this but she just couldn't ignore the wound, "Take your shirt off and lay on the bed, touch anything and I will cut your fingers off.." Her eyes remained narrowed at him as she placed her weapon down on the dresser, looking away from him to pull things out of the dresser, eying him from the mirror. Everything she pulled out from the dresser she placed on top of it. "How'd you get the wound?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 10:50 am
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“ ѕнσσт fιяѕт, αѕк qυєѕтισиѕ ℓαтєя. ”
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He couldn't help but laugh at her comment about the Marines, only shaking his head. She was right, and Deon knew that, but he wasn't going to say that out loud. He could already tell his woman was head strong and there was something about that he liked. It wasn't until she rolled her eyes that he noticed his wound had opening, only moving his eyes down to his shirt he saw the blood soaking through. He sighed as she instructed his weapons on the ground, more out of annoyance at looking weak than anything. Not one to argue with a pretty lady he placed the shot gun on the ground, followed by his utility knife, hunting knife and two guns, which he had run out of ammo for. He frowned slightly as she picked up his weapons, not because she was touching him but because he felt she wasn't going to give them back. Was this how she got people off her land, pointing a gun at them then stealing their weapons? He flinched a bit as she lifted his shirt, but laughed a little realizing how stupid he was being. If she wanted him dead, she would have done it by now.
Nodding Deon turned around, slowly walking to the house, with a push from the woman as a little motivation to speed up. Once they reached the house and he was instructed to take off his shoes he looked at her, not doing the same, arching a brow. He was ready to question why didn't have have to take hers off but he wasn't in any position to argue and did as he was told. In less than a minute his boots where off, placed neatly together by the door. He hated the fact that he had a gun in his back the entire time she was behind him but if that's what it took to get some shelter then he'd go along with it. After all, he's been in worse situations so this was a cake walk on a normal day. As she directed him to what he assumed was the master bedroom he looked around, noting that she was most likely keeping everything she needed in this one room, for obvious reasons. Deon couldn't help but quirk his brow as she instructed him to take his shirt off, but did as he was told. Laying on the bed he resisted every fiber of his being to make a quip about not touching anything.
Luckily the woman had questioned him about the wound, which caused him to forget what he was going to say. Putting his arms behind his head as he laid down he sighed, shaking his head mostly to himself, then laughed. "Couple days ago I was wondering with a couple. It was getting close to night fall and the guy was being a damn idiot, got himself bit by one of those things. Idiot tried to take his girlfriend and run, saying he'd be fine and wont change. I had to do what I had to do, and that was shoot the guy before it was too late. Unfortunately the little p***k was faster than I gave him credit for, got me here before I put a bullet in his head. His girlfriend was hysterical, killed herself right away going on about how she couldn't make it on her own, even though I offered to watch out for her." Laughing coldly he shook his head, not wanting to remember the look on that woman's face before she shot the back of her head off. He didn't feel guilty about killing the man, knowing he did what he had to do.
Clearly his throat Deon fully turned his attention to the brunette, watching her as she did whatever it was she did. For a moment they sat in absolute silence, not even a glance shot back at him. "So...I told you my name, you mind sharing yours? After all, it's a little rude to get someone into bed without exchanging names." Still looking at the back of the woman he smirked, knowing she couldn't see him, wondering if the joke would annoy her enough to kick him out or for her to just brush it off. He tried to fight the urge to make a joke, but the situation was so tense, so quiet he felt there was nothing else to say but that.
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Doom Me Baby Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 12:22 pm
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“ тαҡє αиσтнєя sтєρ, ι ∂αяє уσυ. ι нαvє αи ιтcну тrιggєя ғιиgєя. ”
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Bell listened to how he got his wound, ignoring him for the most part after that too busy in her own thoughts and trying to prepare for what ever she was going to have to do. This is why she hated the idea of people around her home or even thinking of traveling with others, they were a risk and it was hard to control people. When people felt controlled they revolt never once had there been a society where any human had been suppressed that it ended well. People were stupid and thought that they still had hope, a way to survive and that things would get better that some how some where a military force or a doctor would find a way to make this all go away. The world was in shambles there was nothing left, almost no one left. There was no hope there was no way out of this hell that they live in now, it was their own fault things were like this, they had to deal with it and try to find a way of cooping. Muttering under her breath Bell had to remember she was no longer alone, she was going to have to adjust until she could get rid of Deon which she planned on doing as soon as possible even though she had a feeling he was going to try to stay, she could see it. They always tried. They tried to barter their way to stay, no one ever had anything she wanted. The men always tried to offer sex, which of course pissed her off. Even with the world crumbling around them they still thought of sex. Looking over her shoulder for a brief moment she wondered what he would offer not like it mattered, she wouldn't take anything he had anyway but she couldn't help but wonder.
Moving to the side table she placed several items on it, a needle and tread as well as a small sheer. Walking to the bathroom as the silence fell over the room she didn't mind it. In fact she preferred it, at least that way she could pretend he wasn't there and she liked that even though when she remembered it angered her a little, she was angry at her own actions. Walking back into the bedroom she held a bowl in her hand and a few towels in the other. Placing it next to the other items she gave him a small glare as he joked around, asking for her name while she knew it was bitchy not to give it to him she could give two shits - he could just call her what ever he wanted. Turning her back to him she kneel down to reach underneath a table pulling out a small bag. "I wouldn't be making little quips to the one who is about to sew your stomach shut." Raising an eye brow as she looked at him over her shoulder she moved back to beside him pulling a stool over. Positioning herself over him, poking at the wound making a face. "What have you been rolling in dirt?" Letting out a low sigh she started to clean it up, not caring if she caused him any pain in doing so. The wound was starting to become infected, you'd think a marine could keep his wound cleaned and shut.
As she continued to clean it she couldn't help but wonder if he knew any of her elder brothers, if there was one thing she missed in life it was them. It was Damien she missed the most, frowning as she pressed against the wound she thought of him, his face, his smile, his voice. She was beginning to forget what he sounded like when he was angry, when he was laughing and it killed her. She was surprised that he hadn't asked about her jacket yet then she remembered she was still wearing it. Slipping it off she went back to cleaning the stab wound feeling a bit bare with out it shivering slightly.
Placing the towel down when she deemed the wound cleaned enough she pulled her hair back into a pony tail. Looking at what she already had out, she had to disinfect his wound then close it, this was not going to be easy in fact it was going to be annoying and it didn't help that she hadn't preformed first aid in sometime well actually it did, she didn't want him to think this was going to be easy in fact she wanted to cause him some pain out of annoyance. She should have just turned him away, that would have been a hundred times easier than this and she cursed her brothers for giving her this want to help even if it was servilely dialed down from theirs. "That is what you get for traveling with people." Muttering underneath her breath she grabbed the disinfected and put it on his wound, once more not caring if she hurt him. "Do you need something to bite on?" Smirking she looked at him as she reached over and grabbed the needle which was in a sterile casing, slowly opening it waiting his answer.
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2012 9:58 pm
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“ ѕнσσт fιяѕт, αѕк qυєѕтισиѕ ℓαтєя. ”
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Deon did not like the silence, not at all. It was rare to encounter other survivors and it always seemed like a waste of their time to not talk, even if it was about the simplest of things from the weather or talking about the infection. He just wanted conversation, but it was obvious he was going to get little to none out of this woman. It bothered him a little, but not as much as it normally would. After all, he intruded on her land and is lucky to have her be kind enough to take him in and stitch him up. Squirming on the bed slightly he tried to see what the woman was doing, watching as she moved on the bed next to him. Glancing over at the try he sighed, not knowing the stab was deep enough to call for stitches, but he wasn't going to argue. Knowing his luck she would kick him out right now if he complained at all. Be thankful is all he kept saying to himself through the silence.
Deon couldn't help but laugh at her comment, knowing it was true. He laughed louder at her question, shrugging slightly, his hands still behind his head. "It's a dirty world out there. Not much choice but to sleep in the dirt half the time and hope they don't find me. We're not all so lucky to have to a little farm all to ourselves." His last statement was meant as a jab, but not a hard one. Just one to say that she was being a little selfish to not help others out when they need shelter, even if it was just for a night. As the woman started to clean his cut his stomach muscles retracted a little from the sting, but relaxed once he was used to the feeling. Blinking a few times he tried to take his mind off of what she was doing, the cleaning still stinging every now and then, trying to keep his mind focused on other things going on around the room. Absolutely nothing, the only interesting thing to look at was the woman taking care of his stab wound.
When the woman took off her jacket it was the first time that Deon actually got a good look at it, realizing it was a Marine's jacket. Clearly too large for her, it could have been her husband's or something. Looking closely he saw the name on the front, frowning slightly as he knew who the jacket belonged to. Damien Dover. This wasn't his wife, it was his sister. He didn't know the guy well, but his friend did, so he knew a bit about him. Frowning he tore his eyes away from the girl. He made a gruff noise at her comment, shaking his head at her question. If it hurt so be it, he was used to pain, this would be nothing. Or at least that's what he thought. When the girl put the first stitch in his stomach retracted as much as it could, but that did little good. Taking a deep breath he looked out the window, at the blue sky.
"Traveling with others is probably risky, but it can save your life. Besides, a Marine doesn't leave someone behind or push them away if they need help. Your brother knew that and he was a damn fine soldier." Deon fully expected a jab with the needle, even scolding words from the woman, but he didn't care. He wanted her to know that he knew her brother, and knew he was a good man. For whatever reason he wasn't here with her was beyond him, since he spoke so highly, so well, and so much of her. Lowing his eyes from the window to the floor, he looked to the woman after several minutes. "You're his sister, Annabell, aren't you?"
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Doom Me Baby Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2012 10:42 pm
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“ тαҡє αиσтнєя sтєρ, ι ∂αяє уσυ. ι нαvє αи ιтcну тrιggєя ғιиgєя. ”
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The comment about the farm made her smirk, "Not my fault." Smirking a bit she looked at him before back to his wound, "Maybe you should have wished on a star." When he didn't give her an answer to the towel she started to work on closing the wound, normally it wouldn't have called for it but she was worried about the infection thankful to have gotten it before it got worse. She didn't need a stranger dying in her home. His stomach moved as she worked and she let out a small sigh even though she knew it wasn't something he could control and just shifted the way she was working making it easier to work with his uncooperative stomach. Her thoughts and movements were disturbed by him mentioning her brother. She was frozen, staring at the wound and the needle in her hand. Closing her eyes as he said her name she refused to take a breath, this would be her luck. It had been too long, way too long since she heard her name spoken it felt weird to hear it. It felt foreign to her ears. Suddenly she heard her brothers voices, each of them teasing her. "All of my brothers were. Your stupid military took them all from me." Her voice was laced with venom and she could care less. She hated that they enlisted, even when the four of them came back they weren't the same. Damien came back unable to feel anything from the waist down, Shaun came back scared of every little sound, Josh came back and ran off into the woods not able to adjust to living with normal society and then Timothy, he came back and wanted nothing to do with any of them anymore. He had hit her once, it was the reason he left.
Shaking her head she opened her eyes looking to Deon, "He killed himself." She said it bluntly not caring how he took it, she was sure he would have asked where he was and that would have hurt more. Thinking about him hurt even though she did it constantly, this was just different. She started to wonder where her other brothers were, if they were still alive or if they had turned into those horrid beasts that were taking everything for themselves bit by bit. Bell tried to work on the wound once more sticking the needle in a bit deeper than she should have cursing under her breath, she wanted to finish this as soon as possible she no longer wanted to be in the room with Deon anymore, not in the way she was. Why was this hitting her so hard? Maybe because she had pushed all those memories away to make it easier to be alone.
Blinking back a tear or two she pushed the memories away once more, her face returning back to one of no emotions quickly working on his wound. Cutting the thread she got up from her spot, placing a gauze pad and some tap over it to keep it in place. Sticking her hands into the water bowl she washed them off afterwards drying them with a small towel, not in the mood to clean up the supplies. "Mention him again I will blow your brains out. Clean this up. You can stay till that is healed and no longer infected." Her voice held no emotion to it as she slipped his jacket back on, adjusting it before looking at Deon, "If you want to pay you respects he is in the grave yard in the backyard, under the oak tree." Her eyes were still a bit watery, there was nothing she could do about that no matter how hard she tried. While she thought of her brother everyday it was different with someone else mentioning him. Walking out of the room she closed the door heavily behind her, causing the picture on the wall next to the frame to rattle.
Bell headed downstairs quickly, trying her best not to stop in the living room to see the pictures of all of them. Instead she went straight to the kitchen, grabbing her half finished bottle of whiskey not bothering with a cup, taking a good long sip from the bottle making a face afterwards. Her father had hoarded this stuff, she had already gone through a decent amount of his stash, at least that was one thing he did right in his life.
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2012 11:26 pm
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“ ѕнσσт fιяѕт, αѕк qυєѕтισиѕ ℓαтєя. ”
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Laughing slightly at her comment he didn't say much, the laugh didn't even last that long. As hard as Deon tried to stay perfectly still his stomach wouldn't obey, it just kept moving. The woman was doing her best to work with what he was giving her, and honestly he didn't care how much he moved. Deep in his mind he was regretting not taking that stick to bit down on being that he felt like his teeth were about to crack. When he mentioned Damien he knew it was her brother, there was no doubt in his mind, and she was defiantly Annabell. When Bell spoke of her brothers, the ones that were killed, he couldn't help but feel angry. It wasn't the military that took them, it was the enemy, but he wasn't going to say that. Not now, not ever. She lost her brothers and to open that wound too deep and to say she was wrong, that would just be too cruel of him. Too cruel. It was silent until she spoke against, words that caused him to almost sit up in shock.
Damien committing suicide? It was so unlike him, or maybe it wasn't and Deon just hadn't payed that much attention to the guy. What surprised him was the way Bell said it, how blunt she was, as if it was something that happened every day. Maybe it was her way or coping with it, because the way the guy spoke about her there was no hate in their relationship. He hadn't even noticed she was done stitching him up until the tape was put over the gauze pad. Her hostility towards her brother being mentioned proved that they were close, no one else would threaten to blow someone's brains out just for that reason. Nodding briskly he got off the bed, moving towards the window to look for the oak tree. He spotted it almost instantly. Turning around to ask her a question Deon noticed she was gone, closing the door hard behind her. Frowning he went and picked up his shirt, seeing that the blood was already drying. He'd have to make sure to rinse it off later, for the time being he'd go without. Tucking the blood stained beater back into his pack he made his way down stairs.
Finding his way to the back door he walked through the kitchen, noticing Bell was there drinking. He frowned at her, opening his mouth to speak, but said nothing. Moving towards the door he stopped, not turning around. "Thank you. They'd be proud." Without waiting for a response he headed out the door, towards the oak tree he saw from the window. It was obvious there was a grave there as he approached, setting his pack down a few feet away. Standing there he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "I didn't know you well, hell, you were closer to Catamina than anyone, but I knew you were a great man. A great soldier. Why you'd do something like this..." Sighing again he fell to the ground in a sitting position, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. Damien was so strong, and if someone as strong as him couldn't do it, how the hell could everyone else?
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Doom Me Baby Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 12:03 am
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“ тαҡє αиσтнєя sтєρ, ι ∂αяє уσυ. ι нαvє αи ιтcну тrιggєя ғιиgєя. ”
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Sitting on the table she continued to take sips from the bottle drowning herself in thoughts as she often did when she started to remember things, watching as he came down and through the kitchen, frowning at his words. Sadly he was wrong, they would be pissed at her. They would tell her how she could do so much more for the people who came by, how she should be doing more. Even if she didn't let them stay to then at least give them some rations with them. Looking at her feet she took one more long sip before placing the bottle beside her and slipping off the table walking outside, following Deon. It had been some time since she had visited Damien and a part of her didn't like him going to the grave for the longest time it had just been hers but she wanted allow him to pay respects.
She came up to the end of his sentence and she stopped walking thinking about her words before she said them, something she normally didn't do. "For me." She knew it was going to sound mess up but it was the reason he had done it after all and why should she lie? Taking a deep breath she walked up to the grave, bending down to pull weeds out of the ground muttering about them ruining the grave. "The army gave him back to us as a paraplegic, he got over it and was happy for the most part having girlfriends here and there, wanted to eventually marry one of them. It took time for the news of what was going on to reach us, by then there were reports that most attempts to restrain what ever was happening failed, that night he killed himself." Running her hand over the grass she frowned before standing up fixing her shorts looking towards the stables noticing that Savior was grazing close to the building.
Making a face she pulled her hair out of the pony tail just to put it back up. "He wanted to give me a better chance of surviving. Knew if something happened I wouldn't leave him...still won't, he left me." Looking over her shoulder at him she shrugged her them a bit. She would refused to leave this farm up and down, there was truly nothing that would make her leave the land her brother and the rest of her family that laid here. The little bit of emotion she was showing here ended as she started to walk towards the stables whistling to Savior who trotted over to her. She needed to finish her chores not reminiscing about something that just hurt her beyond all imagine. At this point a part of her just wanted to go back in the house but she had to at least get Savoir back into his stall with out his reigns or saddle on, that was mean to do to the horse. Stripping the horse she brushed him quickly apologizing for the bad job before walking out of the stables closing the doors. Today was going to be a lazy day, the third she had taken in the last 2 years. Walking back to the house she looked at the ground, had she done anything right these last two years?
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 10:41 am
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Sitting, there shaking his head lightly, Deon let out a loud sigh. One of disappointment, and one of annoyance. If a Marine as strong as Damien couldn't have made it in this world, how was he? Sure, he rose in rank fast, but he didn't have as much heart as that guy, didn't have as much to live for. When Bell walked up behind him a small tear was forming in his eyes, but he blinked it away quickly as she spoke. Turning around he looked at the strong brunette, wondering what she meant by 'for her'. Following her as she de-weeded the grave, he listened to her speak. He hadn't know Damien was sent home a paraplegic, the only person he knew well that knew him had never told him, but to be fair he never asked. He figured the guy's time was up and instead of re-enlisting he simply went home to be on the farm he loved so much with his sister. Understanding now what she meant he nodded, not knowing anything to say. Still watching as she stood up, he did the same, pulling his pants up a bit. He had lost his belt and with all the running he had lost too much weight to keep the pants up. It was really a pain to deal with.
"He loved you a lot, I think even more of this farm. He talked about you all the time. Hell, he down right bragged about you, and you were the only thing he ever thought of." The situation had grown tense, but Deon tried his best to smile at Bell, letting her know it was the truth. When she walked away he followed, but at a distance, he didn't want her to turn around and snap at him. As she put her horse away he watched every one of her movements with the horse, understanding she got along better with him than she did with humans, the one species at this point she should get along with. After she had put the horse away, walking back to the house, he still followed, wondering what she was thinking. He did bring up her brother, was she going to shot him now like she said she would?
Remembering his pack he ran back, picking it up by the strap, and head back towards the house, where Bell was already inside. Slowly he entered into the kitchen, making sure she didn't have her gun ready. When he saw she wasn't there he sighed at his stupidity, going over to the kitchen table, and taking a seat. Pulling the beater out of his pack he looked at it, wondering if there was anywhere he could wash it off. Right now he didn't want to bother the woman, since she seemed to be getting a little emotional, so he just dug through trying to find his canteen. He would have to use the water from that to rinse it off best he could outside.
нєαʟтн [100 %] || sтαmιиα [100 %] || cuяяєит ωєαρσn [Remington 870 Shotgun] || ιиvєитσяy [Ammo x30, utility knife, compass, hunting knife, small rations, and a canteen.] || σuтғιт [x]
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 11:39 am
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“ тαҡє αиσтнєя sтєρ, ι ∂αяє уσυ. ι нαvє αи ιтcну тrιggєя ғιиgєя. ”
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Deon followed her and she chose to say nothing thinking over the words he had said. She knew her brother cared for her, that was the one thing she could say she knew for sure anymore. Pushing some loose hair behind her ears she entered the house before he could and was upstairs. She heard him come in but ignore it opting to take another shower. She needed it. Standing in the hot water she closed her eyes thinking. Bell wished things were different, if Damien was still here maybe she wouldn't have turned out so bitter. Unlike the one this morning her shower was short, she just needed to get this disgusting feeling off of her.
After a few seconds of sitting in scolding hot water she got out of the shower and put on an outfit similar to the one she had been wearing before, not bothering with her boots for now. Running a hand through her hair she looked at herself in the mirror frowning a bit before quickly turning away and walking downstairs. She wasn't surprised when she walked downstairs to find Deon sitting there, well that was a lie a part of her was. Pushing some of her wet hair behind her ears she walked over to him, grabbing the whiskey from the table taking a sip. She was feeling it slightly after all she had been drinking from it as if it was a bottle of milk for a baby. Raising an eyebrow at his shirt she grabbed it from his hands muttering something under her breath about men.
Walking over to the sink she turned it on, she used a little bit of soap and started to work on the stain. "You will be staying in one of the smaller rooms, I am a light sleeper. I will hear your creeping around. There ain't anything to take anyway but still. I sleep with my knife." It was more of a statement than a threat but a threat none the less. She continued to work on the stain not bothering to look at him when she spoke, there was no reason. Letting out a small sigh she picked at it a bit with her finger smiling as it finally started to flake off. "I don't care what you think is fair. I will not let another person stay here. Elderly, a child, anyone. I do not care if you think otherwise." She seriously had no reason for this decision over time she just turned it into her not wanting to deal with others being around but that wasn't it. If anything she felt as if the house was sacred with her memories. Another staying here ruined that.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 10:52 am
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“ ѕнσσт fιяѕт, αѕк qυєѕтισиѕ ℓαтєя. ”
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He couldn't find the damn thing anywhere, Deon hoped he didn't loose it when he was traveling with that couple. No, he was sure he had seen it just a couple of hours before sunrise, so it had to be here. After looking for a couple of minutes he flung the pack to the ground, annoyed that he couldn't find the canteen. Lifting up his shirt her started to pick at the dried blood with his stubby fingernails, getting very little off. When Bell came downstairs, hair wet from what he assumed was a shower, she grabbed the bottle of whiskey, trying to ignore the way she drank it like water. He went back to his shirt, not even noticing she had walked over to him until the beater was yanked out of his hands. Surprised he watched as the brunette woman brought it over to the sink, rinsing it off for him. Of course, why didn't I think of that?
Laughing slightly at his stupidity he watched as Bell started to clean off the blood stain best she could. Nodding at her words he made his way over to the counter by the sink, leaning against it with crossed arms. "Well, I have no intention to steal anything, not after you were kind enough to sew up my wound and give me a place to stay while I heal. As for creeping around, I may do that. I don't sleep much, so I pace a lot. I'll try not to do that, but if I do I'll try not to wake you." Looking at his shirt as she picked off more blood flakes he was caught off guard by her next words. So she really wasn't going to let anyone stay unless they had a bad injury, or was he just an acception? For a long time he stood there, not staring at her, but at his shirt. Eventually Deon looked back up at Bell, nodding.
He wasn't happy about having to turn people away, it was selfish of him to know he was going to end up doing that just so he could stay here. Maybe he could point people in the right direction since her method was pointing a gun at them and telling them to turn right around. Looking out the window, he watched as there was complete stillness, not even the sound of a bird broke the silence. Looking back to the woman then he shirt he sighed softly, not loud enough for her to hear, though. "You don't have to clean that for me, I can do it. I was just too focused looking for something to even think of using the sink." He was already intruding on her farmland, he'd feel guilty if he had her wash his shirt for him. Granted, if he had another he wouldn't be trying to get this one clean.
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Doom Me Baby Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 12:10 pm
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“ тαҡє αиσтнєя sтєρ, ι ∂αяє уσυ. ι нαvє αи ιтcну тrιggєя ғιиgєя. ”
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"As long as you don't wake me or draw attention to the house." Looking at him briefly as he leaned on the counter she let out a low sigh, remembering old times. Shaking her head she went back to washing the stain. She listened to him for the most part not saying anything as she continued to work on the stain, most of it gone now she shook her head a bit before twisting it getting most of the water she had used to wash it out of it. "It's already done, it's strange how easily you can forget the things you use to take advantage of when you had them, eh?" Turning to the side she threw it to him. Pushing some hair behind her ears she looked at him for a few seconds before walking towards the living room, "You can wear my brothers clothing, I am doubtful you've worn anything clean in some time, one of them is bound to fit you." With out another world she walked out the front door, going off to finish the work she had to do everyday, it was the only thing that got her through the days. She made her way through her daily tasks, though this time her mind was filled with thoughts. Mainly was this a good idea.
A little over a week had passed since she allowed Deon in her home. She hated to say it but things had gotten easier around the place even if she had to feed another. He watched the road while she worked, she was able to get things done quicker since she didn't have to constantly walk out to the road. Each morning was almost the same she got up, she got dressed, she made a bigger breakfast she worked, she came in for lunch which she normally didn't do made that and then worked some more. Then she made dinner, she didn't mind she needed to keep herself busy otherwise she would drink, she knew how she worked. It was the only downfall of having Deon around, she didn't go sit out on the road at night before she decided to go to bed which meant she drank more than use to. Every morning started with a simple question, so when are you leaving? Which got the same response, a sigh. After the first two days it just seemed like routine to ask, she didn't like that feeling. Being in routine with him but it happened.
Of course tonight wasn't going to be pleasant. A man came to the farm with his three young daughters. Begging for help. Bell had a bad feeling when they came up the road, she had been brushing the wool on some of the sheep out in the sun when she saw Deon meeting them. Frowning she had walked up not too long after they had started talking. She had made it clear she would not let them stay and she could see it in the Marine's eyes. She knew there would be a fight to come that night, walking through the house she ran a hand through her hair, he had yet to come in and she was going to ignore it. What ever, why should she care what he said? Making her way into the kitchen she started to cook dinner just like she always did at this time. Putting a pot on the stove she started to boil the water, cutting some of the fresh vegetables she picked earlier that morning up. She was in a soup kind of mood, chicken soup. She had cooked chicken left over from the night before so it only made sense to make something using those left overs. Wiping her hands on a small hand towel she looked out the window staring at the oak tree, sticking her tongue out at it. Hearing him yelling at her for her actions. Twisting around she walked to the table where her whiskey and two cup sat filling one for herself and drinking it. She figured she if she was sharing it was rude to drink from the bottle. Filling it once more she turned her back to the table as she heard the door open, looking to see if the water was boiling before she started to add things into it.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 10:11 pm
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“ ѕнσσт fιяѕт, αѕк qυєѕтισиѕ ℓαтєя. ”
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It didn't feel right wearing her brother's clothes, it didn't feel right at all. This didn't stop Deon from wearing them, though he tried to wear them as little as often, even the brothers that left the farm and were possibly still alive. Never wore a single article of Damian's clothes, even though there were more of them and they fit the best out of the others. He couldn't do it. It was like going to an estate sale and buying some dead old man's clothes, the only difference was he knew this dead man. Today his own clothes were clean, and he was thankful for that. It had been a little over a week since arriving at the farm, and Bell being her sweet kind self, insert sarcasm, let him stay after patching up his wound. Granted every morning she would ask him the same question. When are you going to leave? And every day he would give her the same answer, a simple sigh. He debated arguing with her that she needed him around to watch the road, but that seemed like a lot more effort than he was willing to put into.
Deon had taking to watch the road everyday, since he was proven pretty much useless on the farm. It worked out best that way. She could go about her daily routine, getting things done faster, and he would guard the road, turning away anyone that needed help, which pained him every time. Seeing the lost faces that begged, pleaded, for their help, and just to turn them away like they were nothing, he hated himself for how much easier it was to do that every day. That was until a father with three young daughters came to the farm one day, begging for help. The youngest was barely old enough to walk, clinging to her father with all her strength. She wasn't even brave enough to look at Deon. He tried to help them before Bell came over, but he didn't have time to do much beside give them what food he had on him, which was very little. Running the family away he was no happy with her, and his face clearly showed it.
It took him longer than normal to come inside that night, still angry at Bell. Those were just little girls, ones that shouldn't have to see the world in this state, and she just turned them away. Gripping his gun tightly he looked to the house, knowing it was about time to go in. If one of those things came at him right now he would have little chance of making it out of the brawl unharmed, and he wasn't going to risk that. Entering the house he saw the brunette woman making dinner, by the looks of it it was some kind of soup. Huffing loudly he walked over to the table, placing his gun on it, staring at the woman as she made the food. For a long time he sat there in silence, still boiling in his anger over the family. Drumming his fingers on the table he waited for the woman to turn around, but she was too busy with her dinner.
"Are you really that heartless?" The words were out of Deon's mouth before he even had time to think about what he had said. Normally he would try to reel them back in, to defend what he said, but in this situation he did not give a single ********. Bell was the sister of a great man, and yet she couldn't be more opposite. He was thankful for her generosity but he was getting to the boiling point where he was ready to say thanks for the hospitality and leave. He didn't know why he stayed, there was something about her and the situation that made him stay, but that patience was wearing thin. Deon didn't know how much longer he'd be able to handle it before he snapped or until he became as cruel and heartless as her. No, that wasn't right, she couldn't be that heartless. She took him in after all. What made him so different then those three little girls, it had to be more than just the wound.
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Doom Me Baby Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 10:34 pm
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“ тαҡє αиσтнєя sтєρ, ι ∂αяє уσυ. ι нαvє αи ιтcну тrιggєя ғιиgєя. ”
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xxxxxxxxxxxxαииαвєʟʟ cнαsιту ∂σvєя
He walked in and into the kitchen she refused to turn around just wanting to hear what he had to say and well what he said was nothing nice, it took some time for him to speak she could feel his eyes on her and they were giving her a slight burning feeling causing her to roll her shoulders. She knew it was going to be like that, there was no reason it should hurt so much. Growling a bit underneath her breath she finished her drink in one swig before turning around, "If it was up to you I would be feeding 20 people. My rations would be ruined in a heart beat." Walking over to him she pointed a finger at him pushing against his chest with it. "Children are curios they play with things they shouldn't. I told you, I don't let people stay here. I shouldn't have even let you, look at the s**t you are giving me. My house my rules." Poking his chest again she twist back around crossing her arms before walking back to the soup taking a cover and placing it on the pot so it could cook. This was going to take longer than normal dinner.
Instead of crossing her arms she took to drinking from the bottle not caring that she had planned to share it with him. Walking over to the table she sat down placing the bottle down on the table with some force. "Just leave if you don't like how I do things. Simple as that. Just ******** leave already." Staring out the window she didn't care how harsh her words were, staring at the oak tree thinking of Damien hearing his voice. Telling her to be nice. Cursing underneath her breath she took another sip from the bottle placing it down just as nicely, feeling it much faster than she normally did. "I don't know what you expect from me." Whispering a bit she looked down at the ground, since Deon had come to stay at the house she had been an emotional wreck, she had been so confused with everything she was feeling and it had been two years since had felt anything.
нєαʟтн [100 %] || sтαmιиα [100 %] || cuяяєит ωєαρσn [Shotgun] || αιʟmєитs [n/a] || ιиvєитσяy [Ammo x 20, switch blade, keys, fresh fruits and vegetables] || σuтғιт [x]
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