It was her turn to watch while Al slept on the uncomfortable bench outside of the decaying hospital building. He hadn't wanted her to take a watch, not after the "Babs Incident" (as she now referred it to), but when she'd awoken from her own nap and seen how incredibly tired he'd looked, she had insisted on it. He'd agreed, begrudgingly, after several minutes of arguing and a pinky-swear from her that she wouldn't run off after any other voices without first waking him up.
Not that she planned on following any voices anytime soon.
Stroking his head gently, her fingers began to play with the thinning strands of his salt-and-pepper hair. His head was in her lap, the bench not long enough to give them both space without one touching the other. But she didn't mind, especially since she had to remain awake in this creepy fog without him to talk to.
"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee."
She froze. The fingers on his head slipped down to tug on his ear.
"Al. Al," Her words were hissed out, fearful of being too loud. "Wake up."
OOC: SCENARIO 11
Scenario requirements: A RANDOM NPC (make up a person!) is hurt in front of you. If you are rping in a group it is just ONE NPC character that is hurt (feel free to rp them out!) They are gravely injured and begin to beg for food and water. If you give it to them (DELETE IT FROM YOUR MINIS INVENTORY). Only one person needs to do this.
You may spend time nursing them back to health, or choose to ignore them and continue onwards. If you choose to ignore them, you take NO infection. If you choose to nurse them back to health, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter as you realize, after a while of talking to them, there was no injured person at all, and you have been talking to nothing
Whenever you rp from this point onwards, you will occasionally see them staring at you from the darkness. If you helped them, they say nothing, if you did not, they accuse you of abandoning someone to die over and over.
When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter Characters involved: Lola & Al Malcom Extra effect: FLASHLIGHTS WEEOO WEEOO nobody has one, we suck, the end
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Infection Rate: 15/100 Character's name: Lola Malcom Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [X] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5'2, chubby woman with bleached-blonde teased hair. Black leggings, leopard print top. She's fairly outgoing but under present circumstances, probably very curt. Typically somewhat clever, though has never had to adjust to a situation quite like this one before.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 8:13 am
Really, he didn't feel comfortable taking a nap and leaving Lola to keep watch by herself... but trying to tell Lola 'no' was about as effective as trying to demolish a brick wall with a toothbrush. Not only did you look stupid, but you got nowhere fast to boot. He honestly hadn't thought he'd be able to fall asleep, but the exhaustion of the past few days had tuckered him right out.
He was sleeping fairly soundly when he suddenly felt a tug on his ear, giving a snort and jerking upright in an instant. "What?" He said groggily, shaking himself like a dog in an attempt to get some sense of alertness back in him. "What happened?"
"Help...."
He froze, stiffening before he forced himself up and off the bench with a grunt. "Let's go." Was it real? Was it not? They were both hearing it, so Al was inclined to think it was, in fact, a real person...
He held her hand tightly as he sifted through the fog, his eyes narrowed as he searched for the sound of the voice. --There. A little girl, hunkered down on the ground, hugging her knees tightly to her chest. She was crying, the sound muffled, but still audible. Ah, s**t. He glanced at Lola for a moment before he approached, his movements slow so he wouldn't spook her.
"Hey," He said as gently as he could manage, squatting down so he was more on her level. His knees creaked with protest, but he ignored them. "What are you doing out here all alone, sugar?"
The kid looked up, and his breath caught. Her lips were bloodied, like she'd been hit hard in the gut and couldn't stop coughing the stuff up. That was bad. He was no doctor (not unless he was pretending to be one), but even he knew she needed some assistance.
"I'm hungry." The girl said, tears already starting to brim in her eyes. "And thirsty. And lost."
She buried her face in her knees again, crying once more.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 0/100 Character's name: Al Malcom Characters faction: Prison Character's journal link: Characters survival stats:View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Al is a rough looking individual, usually sporting a five o'clock. He's a big guy at about 6'3", strong, but sporting a bit of a belly these days. His right arm and the right side of his body is covered in tattoos like so. He sports dark hair and dark eyes, and normally dresses in very casual clothing. You know, when he's not toting that snazzy inmate outfit.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 8:25 am
Her hair was golden and matted, as if it'd been left unbrushed for days. The dense fog made it difficult to make out more details, so Lola joined her husband in stooping down next to the frightened child.
"Where's your Momma, baby?" She was hesitant to ask the question, but knew it needed to be addressed. If there were more survivors out here, they needed to regroup. Not to mention reunite this poor thing with someone she might know. "Are you out here with anyone else?"
The child began to cry again, her forehead pressing into her knees with every sob that wracked her small frame. Lola instinctively moved out to cup the back of her head, the girl's hair cold, so cold. Poor thing must be exhausted - where had she come from?
Finally, after calming down for a minute, she looked up at the couple with wide, green eyes. Tears streaked down her cheeks, but that wasn't what caught Lola's gaze. The color, the dark, beautiful green of her irises were the exact same shade as her own, striking a painful chord within her.
"I'm...it's just me now. And I'm so hungry. Please - don't you have anything?"
Lola cast a glance at her husband for direction, but then took it upon herself to begin digging into her satchel. "I'm sure I've got something around here, sugar."
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 8:30 am
Al didn't have a goddamn thing to offer this poor kid, his fingers flexing with guilt. He said nothing as Lola started to look in her own bag. What could he say? Save it for yourself, let the kid starve? He wasn't that heartless, even if he pretended like he could be sometimes.
"We'll get you somethin'." He echoed quietly, not trusting himself to reach out and touch her. God knows she'd spook or something and dart off into the fog.
"Please," She whimpered, clutching her legs more tightly. Al glanced at Lola again, unsure if she had anything to offer the poor kid.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 8:43 am
She was regretting drinking the water she'd finished off earlier that morning - poor thing looked as though she could have used it much more than her.
Her frantic searching revealed a can and she eagerly pulled it from her bag. Beer. s**t. The damn thing was probably stale by now, but it was something to drink, right? And maybe the alcohol in the beer would help numb whatever pain this poor baby was going through.
The look she gave her husband said don't you ******** judge me.
Popping open the tab, she offered the girl the can. "Try this, sugar. It's going to be a little bitter, but it'll help things, hopefully."
As the child greedily took hold of the stale beer and began to drink (with only minor initial sputtering, Lola was relieved to see), the older woman set off into her bag to search for something for the small girl to eat. She, herself, had nothing to eat...wait...oh.
Oh.
Out came the potato she'd forgotten she had stashed at the bottom of her bag. It had clearly grown moldy, small green buds sprouting from the skin. Lola did her best to brush the green parts off with her broken fingernails as once again she gave her husband a look, this one reading well, what else can we do?
Satisfied with her potato-shaving skills, she then offered the moldy potato to the girl, who quickly snatched it and began to gnaw on it with incredible voracity, as if she hadn't eaten in weeks.
"G-Goodness gracious," Lola said softly, unsure of what else to say. She felt a small bit of pride in the fact that she and Al had found a survivor - despite her obvious hunger and bruises, she seemed pretty stable, from what she could tell. A sweet, hungry, lost little girl in need of a home. In need of someone to care for her, protect her and love her.
The last look that she gave Al was one he had seen before - only when Lola had wanted something. And this time, she wanted it badly. The look read: Can we keep her? Please?
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 8:48 am
Al was judging the s**t out of you, Lola.
He threw a look over his shoulder, casually making sure they weren't about to have someone walk in on them giving beer to little girls. He didn't know if it would really sate her thirst, but it couldn't hurt, could it? It was the moldy potato that made him sigh, and when Lola gave him a look that threatened to shear his skin right off, he held his hands up in a placating gesture. He didn't have anything to offer, so he wasn't judging!
The girl was clearly ravenous, and when Lola gave him a pleading look, he jerked his head at her and stood up, taking a step back. The child shot a wild-eyed look at him, and he offered her a big, soothing smile. "Easy, tiger. We aren't goin' nowhere. You keep eatin', okay?"
He needed to talk to his wife.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 8:54 am
This could be the child you never got to have.
The voice was low, but audible in her head. It admitted what Lola herself was unable to say out loud.
She rose from the child's side, moving towards her husband and using both hands to press them against his chest. Her own eyes had grown wide, her bottom lip jutting out in a tell-tale pout. "Sugar, she's got no where else to go. We really going to leave the poor thing out here all alone?"
Fingers began to gently toy with the sleeves of his wife-beater as she pressed closer into him. While she knew Al was the smart one of the two, she also knew she had a little bit of power over him. No point in having tits or a** if you didn't use them to your advantage, right?
"We can find her some real food - maybe at least keep her company for a while. She's got nobody but us now."
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 9:04 am
The man knew exactly what his wife was doing, setting his jaw stubbornly. It wasn't like he wanted to leave a kid to die out here! "We're barely able to care for ourselves here, Lola." He said slowly, trying to be the voice of reason. "We can bring her back to the others, but... I mean, stale beer? Moldy potatoes? There's gotta be someone else who can take care of her better than us."
There was a sigh of frustration when Lola pressed up against him, trying not to let it cloud his judgement. "Look, we can keep her with us for a little while. But there's gotta be someone looking for her, I mean--"
He glanced back at the child and froze. There was nothing there. Just a can of stale, unopened beer and a moldy potato, bearing the marks of where Lola's nails had tried to remove the worst of the green stuff.
"What?" Al said stupidly, pulling away from the woman to take a step towards where the little girl had been sitting. "But she was--right there, she'd been--"
What the ******** was happening?
+20 infection
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 9:09 am
As he cursed, her head turned to follow his gaze. The fingers entwined with the torn, dirty shirt released themselves as the woman forcibly jerked her entire body around to stare at the can and spud.
"W-Where did she go?"
The can and potato's silhouettes were intact, despite having just watched the child gobble down half of the potato and most of the beer. How did the potato...why wasn't the beer open...what?
"Little girl?" She called out to her cautiously, "Little girl, where are you?"
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Infection Rate:15-5 (Al's presence) +10 (feeding child) +10 (for prompt) 30/100 Character's name: Lola Malcom Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [X] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5'2, chubby woman with bleached-blonde teased hair. Black leggings, leopard print top. She's fairly outgoing but under present circumstances, probably very curt. Typically somewhat clever, though has never had to adjust to a situation quite like this one before.
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 9:14 am
"She was never there."
That was the only conclusion he could come to, and Al touched at his temple briefly with thick fingers, feeling his brain throb with an oncoming headache. "She was never goddamn there, Lola. It's this <******** fog. It's doing something to us." Should they have gone into the hospital? Would that be safer than being out here in this s**t?
He didn't know. ********, Al didn't feel like he knew anything anymore. Grabbing Lola's hand, he pulled her away from the abandoned foodstuffs, not trusting them in the slightest anymore. "We gotta keep moving."
