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Post by JOHN KEITH PETERSON on Feb 25, 2013 3:47:26 GMT 8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px]CAN'T YOU HEAR THE HORSES CAUSE and i never wanted anything from you except time will never be The days are dark and dreary. Clouds suddenly found a liking to the color gray set in heavy clouds filled with moist. If it wasn't stubbornly cold, it was raining hard. And it didn't help that walkers filled every city and street. It was also a a bad day to be out and about, scavenging when the days were as dark as the nights. What was once a carefree and mindless duty, of picking grocery items off the shelves, had turned into a game of hide and seek. It was no fun at all though, not fun indeed for a scavenger such as Kei, seeing as the price you paid for when you got caught was either a struggle or an easy beatdown on the ground with a group of brainless brutes upon you. And as if the constant presence of the living dead wasn't enough, you had to keep an eye out for other living too. When all walls crumbled down and what was left was the raw need to stay alive, there was only one way or the other, live and let die.
The plan in Kei's head had always been simple though, duck out of the dark when the place was empty and loot all the things his hands could touch before returning to the shadows and securing the straps on his bag, his light yet durable backpack. It was a constant effort though, of keeping himself on the right track, for he was a distracted person, always finding the biggest of interests in the smallest of things and therefore, he was always stuck with a partner on the road. While other scavengers could roam around on their own, Kei had to always have someone backing him up. Keep his head in the game.
Right now though, said partner was absent and nowhere near him and Kei inwardly cursed, seeing as he found a flaw in his unfaltering concentration. He'd forgotten he had a partner looking out for him whom he had to look out for as well. Backtracking, Kei took light and hurried steps, retracing the path he'd taken in the large grocery and looked for his sidekick. Really now, if it wasn't that asshole who usually used him as a shield against a horde, it was someone who gave no fuck about his safety. His partner could've gone back to town by now, he wouldn't know. And that was the most fucked up part.
If he returned and found that his assumptions were true, that was another person who would go down into his hate list. But if he returned and found out that he'd headed back without his partner, he'd be the bad guy on everyone's lists. It was a dilemma, a silly one but still one of note and if Kei hadn't been so focused on one task the whole time, that is to look for the missing comrade, he would've actually stopped to find an answer to his dilemma.
Turning a corner, something dropped from behind him, a can, bottle, whatever but as soon as he heard the sound, he reached for his melee and faced whatever it was that had caused the sudden break in the silence. I'd planned on a really short post. lol. That's not short. xD |
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Post by COOPER PENELOPE GREY on Mar 3, 2013 5:10:43 GMT 8
 BABY I'M JUST B A D N E W S Cooper wasn't exactly sure how she was fitting into the “city” life. It wasn't exactly like Road's End was very large yet either, but still. It was still a group of people living together which qualified as a city in the blonde's mind. It was strange living with normal people and not inmates. It had been quite a long time for Cooper since she had lived with people other than inmates and she found she wasn't sure how to act. She wasn't used to not having to fight for her life and her belongings. For the most part the others tended to leave her alone and let her go off on her on. Cooper knew she was being watched though and she was sure that had to do with her title of being a scanvenger as well as an ex-con. As long as they were leaving her be she didn't really care.
It was just another day for Cooper. She woke up, grabbed a small bite to eat, grabbed her bag and headed out for the day to explore the outer limits of Road's End. It was a privelege only a few were given and again she was grateful for the title of scavenger. Without she was sure she would have gone stir crazy, or she would have just been gone. Cooper still had a little bit of an issue giving up some of the things that she found in the surrounding areas as she had a tiny problem with sharing but she was learning that that was part of the job – giving up some for the good of the town. She felt like she was getting better at it... Maybe. Of course she was still hoarding some of the better stuff for herself when she could but at least she was trying.
She kicked at a loose rock along the path, her blue eyes roaming the woods around her. Walkers were everywhere and to be caught off guard by one could mean death. She had come much too far to die now. She was going to get through to the end; she was bound and determined to do so. Her right hand made it's way to the back of her jeans as she fingered the revolver tucked away. She had stolen the piece off of the leader of the group of inmates she had slipped away from and it was the only item she had practically begged the elders of Road's End to let her keep. Lucky for her they obliged. She spotted a building up ahead, it looked like a grocery shop and decided to check it out. Maybe she would get lucky and find some canned goods.
Cooper was quiet as she pushed the door open, revolver trained in front of her in case any walkers decided to spring out. The thought made her smile as the image of a walker jumping popped into her head. She quickly made it disappear with a shake of her head as she concentrated on the task at hand. Food. Canned goods, Coop. She reminded herself with a nod. Right. She made her way down the first few aisles, picking up the more promising looking items and putting them in her bag. It was as she hit the next aisle that she noticed a figure standing with his back to her. Great. She ducked back and thought for a moment. Obviously he wasn't paying much attention or he would have heard her by now.
Cooper took out the revolver she had tucked away when she had started picking out canned goods and made her way down the aisle the man was standing in. As she came up behind him she knocked over a few cans to announce her arrival, making sure he came face to face with her revolver.
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Post by JOHN KEITH PETERSON on Mar 6, 2013 19:00:36 GMT 8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px]CAN'T YOU HEAR THE HORSES CAUSE and i never wanted anything from you except time will never be If it was up to Kei, he'd rather had been staying at home, infront of a warm fire, cuddled up in a bundle of blankets and snoring his heart out. Of course, none of the above mentioned was possible anymore. He was homeless, a hobo, living with a handful of people at the church. He was still unassigned to a house not because they did not want to give him one, but because of the lack of any. Houses were still being restored. Some were better off destroyed and built from ground up. It was something to think upon really, in Kei's head, how most of the houses at Road's End had been totally destroyed to the point of being uninhabitable. They were all badly burned, the main cause probably being a flood. Hah, see what I did there. It wasn't the cause that needed pondering, it was the why that could use some figuring out. An accident? A rampage? A gang of pyromaniacs? Or maybe the zombies had figured out how to burn houses down. Not.
"Crap," Kei muttered, closing his eyes suddenly in an attempt to wipe the thoughts away. A minute ago, he had been all tensed up, ready to hack at whatever had caused the sound from behind him. But he'd seen the pointed gun, the familiar face, or at least he thought it looked familiar and he'd suddenly thought of why was he here in the first place. Why couldn't he be at home? Why couldn't he have at least a moment's peace of mind? And his thought had drifted, in a split second, focus had been lost from his eyes and a million whys and hows had invaded his simple mind. He had to at least give himself credit for dropping out of conciousness when he was safe, or quite safe. "You are from where I am, right?" Kei said, scrunching his nose, he caught a whiff of whatever it was from somewhere around them. "Oh. That's really bad," he said, unable to stand the smell and pinched his nose, breathing through his teeth. When he realized he had asked a vague question and had seemed to look like he said she smelled bad, his eyes widened. "I mean, I think I've seen you before, from where I am, there aren't that many blondes back there, in fact, not much people really so I'm pretty sure you're from there. If you're not, then I guess I'll be in for some trouble," he said, not really clearing up what he meant earlier when he thought about it. "The deal is, I'm not really good with names but faces I can remember. So I think I'm safe. And you don't smell bad. It's something else but not you," he rambled on. When he finally stopped and an air of silence cut through the mount of rambling he'd done, he smiled awkwardly, pretty sure of himself for looking so stupid and airheaded.
He gave the girl a quick up and down, setting down his machete beside him and adjusting the straps of the heavy backpack behind him. She was blonde, an inch or two shorter and had on eyeliner. His eyes were glued for a moment on her black lined eyes before he looked somewhere else, knowing what he was doing was rude. He tried focusing on the dripping veggie oil behind her, or the dried blood pooling beside an eyeless doll. That creeped him out and he looked at somewhere else, a rat scurrying here, a spider building a web, that little deflated ball. Try as he might though, he could't contain the curiosity in him, from asking the most ridiculous questions. And when it became impossible to keep himself from asking, he looked her in the eye again. "Why do you put on eyeliner? And where'd you get them? How did you find the time to even put on eyeliner?" Kei blurted out. It was all hurried and asked in a matter of seconds, like a volcano erupting after being capped for too long. that they are. mehehe. awkward kei ftw. lelele. |
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Post by COOPER PENELOPE GREY on Mar 16, 2013 11:58:16 GMT 8
BABY I'M JUST B A D N E W S
Cooper studied the face in front of her, noticing that he didn't seem too nervous for a guy that had a gun pointed directly at him. Odd. Most people would act a little fearful. As he still had his knife raised she wasn't about to lower her gun. She wasn't quite sure how to answer his question though and she took a second to think on it as she looked him over. The man did look a bit familiar but not in an 'I see you every day' type of way but an 'I may have seen you somewhere but I'm not sure where' type of way. "Possibly." Was her simple answer. Her eyebrow raised at his words and at his facial expression. And as she took a whiff of whatever it was he was smelling, she got it. Yeah, that was pretty bad. Then he was rambling. Cooper listened for a minute as he went on about blondes and smelling and she almost cracked a smile - almost. The thing she picked up on was the he talked - quite a bit. Which was ok for Cooper as she didn't mind being the silent one.
Cooper lowered her gun as he put down his machete and actually grinned. "Road's End." Was what she said next indicating where she was from. And if they were from the same place then he would understand what that meant; if not then oh well. Her fingers tightened on the gun for a second as silence settled between them. She didn't do well with other people and she wasn't sure what to say now or do next. So far he had been doing all the talking and it seemed he had run out of things to discuss. Cooper cleared her throat as she thought of something to say to the guy standing before her. "The leaders sent me out to scavenge. Found a few canned goods." She offered up. So it wasn't much but Cooper found she didn't have much else to say. Spending time in prison had killed the conversationalist in her and that actually made her a bit sad.
Tucking the gun into the back of her jeans, Cooper put the bag of her found goods on the floor beside her. She wasn't exactly comfortable around the man but she felt safe enough to determine he wasn't an immediate threat and if he were to cause a problem she figured she could take him out before he could do any real harm to her. As soon as the thought crossed her mind she was rethinking it as he word vomited something about eyeliner. It was amusing and a little crazy all at the same time. Even still he raised a good point. "You talk a lot, you know that?" She asked with a sigh. Cooper's fingers brushed through her bangs as she looked over at the man in front of her, arms crossing over her chest as she thought over his questions.
Eyeliner. It was something she could remember watching her mother put on when she was little. She could remember sitting on the floor by her mother's vanity and staring up as the older woman applied the stuff to her warm brown eyes and for some reason it had completely fascinated her as a child. So after the zombie apocalypse hit and the inmates, Cooper included, escaped the prison they had hit up a local pharmacy and she had taken every black eyeliner pencil they had in stock. It was one of the few things Cooper wanted to make sure she would never run out of. It was odd, yes, but it was important to her and that was all that mattered. "It's a family thing. From a store. And I make time for it." She answered, making sure to answer each of his questions. Cooper made sure she even threw in a smile for good measure.
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Post by JOHN KEITH PETERSON on Mar 19, 2013 11:36:31 GMT 8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px]CAN'T YOU HEAR THE HORSES CAUSE and i never wanted anything from you except time will never be Kei wasn't really much of a talker. He never initiated conversations. He was never the life that triggered an easy and smooth flowing chit-chat inside a group, let alone two people. He made things awkward. He asked things awkward. More often than not, he was more inappropriate than appropriate. There was never a leeway, or the buttering up or the subtle asking, it was always a straight to the point question that to him, seemed nothing more but another ordinary question while to others, basically killed the story telling. For the life of him though, he wasn't sure why he was rambling on and on about the most miniscule details. Explaining himself like he'd been caught red-handed or that the girl in front of him was an acquaintance. Truth of the matter is, they weren't at all anything. Not that he normally did as he was doing in front of his friends, which he didn't have of course. He was just weird. And that was saying something. Seeing as how the social strata of long before didn't matter anymore, that your money and fame were of complete uselessness nowadays, there were only the normal and the weird ones now. Kei was classified under weird, under subcategory awkward and distant. Not that people actually said that to his face, they had far more better things to do now, it was more of some of his normal musings, where he associated himself with weird and everyone else as normal.
"Possibly," he repeated. "Hm. Not really comforting to hear," Kei thought loudly, not that he minded speaking it out loud. He didn't even realized he'd done it. "But other people usually just shoot me in the head," he quipped. "And that's when I run. I'm a good runner," he grinned and then later on frowned. Parts of his body had cuts and grazes of where bullets had been shot at him. The most important skill that a scavenger could probably have was running, aside from keen eyes that is. Unfortunately for Kei, for someone who preferred staying within the walls of Road's End, he was a good athletic. His job description was probably the most perilious of all the jobs in town. Given, officers usually were at the front of the line when attacks happened, but attacks weren't an everyday threat. Most of the time, officers were only patrolling. Scavengers on the other hand, dived into the dangers everyday. Since they had to provide for one whole town, some ingenius bastard starting up the community, scavengers had to take runs every day to fill up the start-up supplies; and if supplies were low, practically all the time. Maps had to be memorised, hazards discussed amongst other scavies and the undead confronted. Running and memorising was a no-brainer for Kei, even avoiding zombies was easy, meeting people though, it took great amount of effort and attention. Like now, when he'd volleyed all those questions, he should've been paying more attention. Fact was, he'd drifted out in the middle of the conversation and returned only to hear the last parts. Something about eyeliner. Kei narrowed his eyes, pretending he was mulling everything over. When the girl smiled, he made the muscles around his lip twitch so that he was smiling back, no teeth for show though, just that awkward upper movement of his lips.
"Riiight," Kei breathed out, he'd even forgotten what he'd asked her earlier. Something about eyeliners most probably. Since she was talking about it. Unless she was that kind of girl who seemed to think that everyone needed to know what they did to stay pretty, or in Kei's words, painted like a clown. "Naw, you don't look like that kind of girl," Kei said loudly, albeit whispered, again. He really should learn how to think quietly, at least when he's infront of other people. He walked on forward and then stopped himself. He was still in the middle of a conversation. Kei was really working hard on being more... social. "Well, uhm, I kinda hafta look around some more. I'm Kei btws, from Road's End. Smart name actually for a town," he stopped, eyes wide. "You did say you are from the same place right?" Kei gulped. Not only was he busted for droning out of the conversation, he was busted too for calling out the town's name. The town leaders should really start coming up with some sort of secret message or sign to distinguish outsiders from town's folk. "What did you say your name was again?" Maybe the girl was a distracted person like himself too. Maybe she didn't hear all the stuff he'd just said. Maybe, maybe, he shoult start being more precautious. Kei lowered his head, moreover because he felt guilty for not listening earlier. The muscles in his legs tightened, preparing for a run just in case. From under his lashes, the man looked at the girl and tensed for her next set of actions. and mine is just too long. lol. sry. got carried away. |
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