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Post by India Belikov on Nov 24, 2013 11:31:34 GMT -6
"India..."
Pale eyes snapped open, the bright light startling her a moment. Beside her, a deep throaty laugh vibrated in the small space inside the car. Outside, high rows of corn rose up beside them. The country road was free of debris and other vehicles. They were in the middle of nowhere, praying they hit the coast soon. "Mechtaya o mne ty Indi?"1 His low voice brought her pale eyes to him, a giggle passed her lips as she rolled her eyes. "I yesli by ya byl? Heh. Vy pravy na etot raz, khotya ... YA mechtal o Chikago. Prezhde vsego ... eto .. proizoshlo." Andrei's sad blue grey eyes met hers for a moment before returning to the road. India stretched out her arms and arched her back, trying to force the sleep from her body. "Gde my?" She watched as he raised his hand to his face, rubbing the stubble on his cheek. God, he must be exhausted, driving non stops for the past..at least fourteen hours. "My tol'ko chto proshel Shelbyville, ne ostavili grebanyy Tennessi yeshche. My vse yeshche poluchili dolguyu poyezdku vperedi nas vozlyublennoy..."
She groaned and slammed back into the bench seat. "Zhal', chto my byli tam uzhe, Andrei. YA ustal ot Ameriki. Nichego, krome korov i kukuruzy i demonov. YA prosto nadeyus', chto dom bezopasnym..." He nodded, "YA tozhe rebenok. Ne volnuytes', vse budet khorosho. YA obeshchayu." She smiled softly before scooting along the bench seat toward him. On cue, Andrei lifted his arm and and pulled her close, his face nuzzling hers before a soft kiss was pressed against her lips. As he re-focused on the road, she studied his face. He had always looked older than his actual age, but now he could easily pass for early thirties. His dark blonde hair was a mess and there was dark circles under his eyes. She didn't even want to know what she looked like. Snuggling against him, she rested her hand against his belly, feeling the firm muscles beneath his wife beater.
She wanted to be home, see her family and his. Be married to him already. She smiled as she thought about their future, if they could still have one that is. A little boy holding her hand, a girl upon his shoulders. The soft rumbling brought her out of her daydream. Raising a brow, she looked to Andrei. "Chto eto? Eto .. avtomobil' ?" He shook his head. "Nevozmozhno ..." As the old car neared a crossroads, India looked out the driver's side window only to gasp. A huge truck was barreling towards them. Her eyes wide she screamed. "ANDREI!"
India's eyes flew open as she sat up. Her heart pounded within her chest, her hand went to her throat as she fought for breath. She frantically looked around, the room unrecognizable. It wasn't until she saw Asher on the floor beside her that she remembered where she was. Oh god..Andrei.. She fought back the tears that threatened to spill over. Pulling up her knees, she glanced to the windows to see faint light behind them. It must be dawn, and as the sound of thunder rumbled over them she knew it was still storming. Squeezing her eyes shut, she pulled her legs to her chest and hugged them tightly. She hated that nightmare. She'd almost forgotten about the nightly memories..almost..
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1 "Dreaming of me are you Indy?" 2 "And if I was? Heh. You're right for once though... I was dreaming of Chicago. Before all...this.. happened." 3 "Where are we?" 4 "We just passed Shelbyville, haven't left fucking Tennessee yet. We still got a long drive ahead of us sweetheart..." 5 "I wish we were there already, Andrei. I'm tired of America. Nothing but cows and corn and demons. I just hope that home is safe..." 6"Me too baby. Don't worry, everything will be fine. I promise." 7"What is that? Is that..a car?" 8 "Impossible..."[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Asher Corbeau on Nov 29, 2013 14:01:43 GMT -6
The bundle of blankets laying where he had been was all that was left of Asher in the living room of their post apocalyptic vacation home. Down the hall, and out the back door on the small back porch knelt Asher Corbeau, the rain was still coming down on his shoulders. In the distance God's fingers were piercing the near impenetrable overcast that laden the sky in thick foreboding. Leaning next to him on the side of the trailer was his rifle, and between his fingertips he held a emerald glass rosary.
He was on the fifth Hail Mary of the second decade and his hair was plastered to his forehead with lips moving swiftly but silently beneath a bowed head. Despite the obvious danger, he kept his eyes closed in reverent meditation. The horde had moved on during the night and only a couple straggling dead made their way through the park. A few within eye sight the nearest not noticing him in his stillness but thirty feet away rounding the back end of the trailer away from Asher.
Every minute or so, the beads made a slow rotation between his fingers, one bead at a time. His pants were getting drenched but he didn't seem to notice, and the grey scale raven seemed all too real on his bare shoulder this morning. Water streaming down his chest he opened his eyes as he finished the decade, just to be sure nothing was wandering too close. In his meditation, he listened intently for the tell tale sign of a walker stumbling up.
He noticed a couple of them milling toward him in the distance, but not directly, he wondered if the dead could see very well. Or did they hunt by movement? He had his theories, but he was nearing a point where he was beyond being afraid of them. They just... were.
Closing his eyes again he began his prayer mumbling the first lines of the lords prayer under his breath. Lightning crashed in the distance and the thunder rolled across the hills of northern Georgia.
Another morning had come, he'd awoken to a new dawn and a new day with new struggles that were eerily similar to the ones from the day before. Now however he had another two to look after, he wasn't so concerned with Remy, he was no simpleton and he knew his axes like Asher knew his fuel pumps. This new girl though, India obviously didn't trust her, but she was going to have to grow up.
About fifteen minutes later, thoroughly drenched from the crying sky, Asher pushed himself to his feet tucking his Rosary into his jean pocket but didn't notice the cross still dangling out of its depths against his thigh. An intricate thing, it wasn't exactly the simple prayer tool that a rosary was meant to be. This was nearly a vain display at status, a status that his family hadn't held in centuries. They had used to be what they considered of the pure, they would only wed other original french settlers, but that ended sometime near the end of the civil war, when they had to give up most of their land. Land they had owned since before the Louisiana Purchase.
They never sullied their French with the nasty local dialects of the southern swamps, they spoke only the purest of the language. The Ancestors were sure of that, legend of a curse even persisted. He wondered, if that curse would matter now? He doubted he'd ever have a child to teach the language to. The tradition would die with him and his brothers.
Brothers, not that Vincent ever cared for tradition. Remy, he couldn't really be sure of, they had never been close for the very specific reason of their older brother. Where was he?
Asher stretched and popped his back with his hands on his hips. He wasn't here, Vincent wasn't here, which was all that mattered, he had always said there was something wrong in his head, but no one listened. They were all too preoccupied with his genius, and all claims to otherwise were the ravings of a jealous less impressive middle child. The man however, was a monster. Despite what the courts said, he truly believed his brother was capable of the atrocities he was accused of in northern Afghanistan. The only reason he wasn't convicted was because he didn't leave enough witnesses alive to testify. That and his men were so awed and terrified by him that they couldn't stomach speaking out against him.
The morning was early however, and he wouldn't let thoughts of his brother ruin a potentially good day. At least as good as days could be anymore. They had a lot of work ahead of them, they had to find Remy a reliable car, Asher even debated adding some modifications to it depending on what they could scrounge up. Not to mention, the extra supplies the girls would have to find. Maybe they could make an extra run back to the relief truck, maybe they could find something to take more of the supplies with them. A smile spread across Asher's face at the multitude of possibilities they had.
His back popping he exhaled and came out of his stretch. It was then that Asher noticed one of the dead veering in his direction. Veering in between trees and bumping up against a trailer he saw a strip of skin rip from the bitches arm and hang from the side. He sighed, and picked up his rifle.
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Post by Remy Corbeau on Nov 29, 2013 15:02:52 GMT -6
Remy was wide awake. Not like he slept much but it was better sleep then he'd gotten in a while. He leaned up noticing that Asher was gone but the other two were still fast asleep, Or so thats what it looked like. He couldn't be for sure but he wasn't going to even attempt to check.
Raising up from his makeshift bed he decided it would be best if he went to the other room. Upon entering the bedroom he ripped off the sweater and moved the bed against the wall to start doing his work outs. You can't outlive the dead if you can't out run them he thought to him self as he started his push ups.
As he continued he thought about all that he has done so far. Hordes of these creatures taken out but that wasn't what bothered him the most. The people that were murdered while he was with his oldest brother always flooded his mind. Then his mind stopped on a young red headed female. It wasn't the first time he thought about her and it sure wouldn't be the last.... "One hundred"
He stood up a droplet spilled down his cheek. Taking the sweater he wiped his face and his head and tossed it aside. Heading in to the bathroom he checked the medicine cabinet for deodorant. "Ahh Old Spice will do" he said as he applied it to his underarm. "Now where is my brother..."
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Post by Brooklyn Arrington on Nov 29, 2013 16:46:28 GMT -6
Brook slept very soundly after she had finally fallen asleep. She had very vivid dreams of when she was younger and had no worries. Playing on the playsets out in the park was the only cares she had at that point. Somewhere in the dream it had turned into a nightmare with a walker coming straight at her but when she reached for her weapons they were not there, and she was panicking. After she had that panicking feeling her eyes bolted open and she sat upright panting and trying to regain her breath. She looked around to find that Remy had left the room and his brother had left as well. The only one besides herself left in the room was India. The girl who had despised her for some unknown reason. She couldn't be bothered about the now.
She wanted to let off some steam so she grabbed her bow and arrows and headed to the back door. The wind had started to die down and she looked out a window before coming out the door to find Remy's brother, who she still didn't know his name. She didn't care that he was out there, she just wanted to kill something, anything really. She opened the door quietly but abruptly as to not make too much noise but hastily get out of the house. She went to the other side of the porch and scanned around. She saw a walker coming out from around some trees and bumping up against the trailer as Remy's brother was about to bring up his gun, she wanted to prove to him that she will not just sit around. She pulled up her bow very quickly and pulled an arrow to it and aimed it as fast and accurately as she could. And she shot the arrow at the walker before he could get his shot.
The arrow had went straight into the walkers forehead and it started to slump to the ground. The walker had fallen and was not going to get back up. She had killed it. She lowered her bow and smirked with an accomplished looks as she turned to go back in. She put her hand on the wet doorknob and was getting wet but she turned to face Remy's brother and finally felt she needed to introduce herself. "My name is Brook." she said as she looked to him. With her feeling successful and finally let off some steam, she turned to the door and was walking in with a smirk on her face. |
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Post by India Belikov on Nov 29, 2013 17:15:44 GMT -6
She silently watched as Asher's brother woke up and wander off into a bedroom. It wasn't until the girl woke up that India shook the nightmare off. Gingerly standing, she made a point to ignore the girl as she heading down the hallway past the kitchen into the master bedroom. She walked through to the master bath and smiled seeing her clothes were now dry. Flinging the oversized sweatshirt off, she quickly dressed in her cold clothes, pulling on her socks and her ugly but new sneakers. She finally felt clean. She tugged the collar of the navy blue polo shirt close to her face before breathing deeply, enjoying the smell of the detergent. Mmm...
She pulled Asher's shirts off the shower rod and carefully folded them before returning to the living room and placing his stuff next to the blankets she'd mistaken for him. Her head snapped up as Remy walked into the guest bathroom. Relaxing, she moved to the end of her couch and pulled up her right leg, setting her heel on the back. Pointing her toes to the ceiling, she began her morning stretches, pushing her torso forward and over her knee, her fingers grabbing the toe of her shoe and pulling her foot back. She had a dancers body and if it wasn't stretched out every morning, she'd have a whole lot of cramps and aches to deal with.
"Raz, dva, tri, chetyre ..."1 She counted off in russian, wincing as the back of her thigh felt a little tight. She pushed her torso down further and pulled her toe toward her until it eased a bit. She did the same with her other leg after she reached thirty. She began to go through all of her stretches, each pose lasting thirty seconds each, which were counted out loud.
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1 "One, two, three, four..." [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Asher Corbeau on Nov 29, 2013 19:32:02 GMT -6
Asher watched the short brown haired girl walk out onto the back porch, raise her bow and shoot. Sure enough, she pegged the walker right in the head. He smirked, that boy looked like a childs toy to him, like that bow from that stupid kids movie with the wardrobe tiger. She looked proud, too proud of her accomplishment. He was actually surprised at the amount of sudden activity this morning. He was very sure he had been quiet, you had to be good at being quiet anymore. The opposite led to hungry groping hands.
"My name is Brook."
So Brook was it? Simple enough to remember.
"Well, Brook, aren't you forgetting something? You don't look like you have a stockpile of arrows you know,"
He put a little too much of a sardonic influence into her name but he shrugged it off. If he came off rude, he came off rude, it didn't matter to him. She wanted to prove she was useful? Good, he'd rather see action from a woman versus their lips flap in the breeze.
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Post by Remy Corbeau on Nov 29, 2013 20:10:08 GMT -6
Remy walked out of the bathroom. He heard counting in Russian. "Well there's another person awake" he said. It was weird for him to hear Russian being spoken again. His mind jumped to when he was a logger back in Russia. "Ahh the good times" he began to say with a smile on his face. Untill it hit him.
It was a normal day. Well normal as it could be. It was just after lunch when it happened. He'd only been working the job for a couple weeks so Russian was a bit shaky for him. "Беар!!!" the only word he could remember being shouted at him and at the time he didn't know what it meant. A word that would stick with him forever. He manged to come out of the situation unharmed. Luckily he wasn't the closest one to the bear Unfortunately his buddy Ivan didn't have the same luck.
Remy snapped back to reality when his stomach growled. He walked to the kitchen to see what he could devour in his time of hunger. He opened up the fridge. "Putain d'idiot bien sûr, il ne fonctionne pas" he slammed the door in anger. Opening the pantry doors he found a can of creamed corn. "Better then nothing" he muttered as he opened each draw searching for a can opener. When it came to the third draw he found silverware. Pulling out a spoon he shut the drawer to continue looking for the can opener. After he finally found the can opener and successfully opened the can he took one big whiff before digging his spoon into the yellowish mix of liquid and solid. "uck, would be better warm" he said as he put the spoon back in to the can.
Translation 1 Bear. 2 Fucking idiot of course it doesn't work
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Post by Brooklyn Arrington on Nov 29, 2013 20:22:26 GMT -6
"Well, Brook, aren't you forgetting something? You don't look like you have a stockpile of arrows you know," she heard him say as she was walking through the door. She stopped before walking in and turned to look at him. " I can make more." She replied before going in and closing the door. As she walked into the living room, she heard India counting in another language and rummaging in the kitchen. She was curious what the noise was, so she quietly walked to the kitchen to see. It was just Remy, looking for something to eat and looking for utensils to eat the food with. She smiled at his actions, but she really wanted to laugh when he said "uck, would be better warm."
She walked up behind him and looked around him. "Cream corn huh? I agree with you, it does taste better warm." She said to him before walking back into the living room and sitting back down on the floor. She wanted to be useful so she began to think of ways to get more food into the house. The only solution would be to go and get more from the surrounding trailers. |
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Post by Asher Corbeau on Dec 1, 2013 16:05:26 GMT -6
Watching the arrogant child walk back into the house his shook his head. She won't last long, Asher thought. Stepping down the stairs to the wet grass, he strode across the ground until reaching the corpse of the freshly re-deceased woman. Reaching down he grasped the arrow beneath the fletching and yanked. With a slight sucking pop the arrow slid free, coated in coagulated blood. He cleaned the arrow quickly on the grass the best he could before bringing it up to the porch. The arrow didn't appear broken, if roughly constructed. He leaned it up against the side of the house incase she wanted it, he wasn't her keeper but this child "brook" was going to need all the help she could get.
Pulling open the back door and closing it behind him, Asher stepped into the Kitchen soaking wet. Taking a paper towel from the counter he began wiping down his gun while he continued to drip all over the floor. Funny, how little he cared. His grandparents would have ripped him a new one had they seen the blatant disregard in which he was treating the trailer he was calling home for the moment.
Slinging his gun back onto his shoulder he turned and was about to enter the living room when he was stopped short by India. She was standing on one foot with her other leg straight behind her resting on her back shoulder. Ashers eyes widened in surprise, and he scratched the stubble on his jaw. Averting his eyes toward the ground and shaking his head he walked past the contortionist and walked into the kitchen and over to the stove.
He had noticed it earlier but was too weary from his travels to really care enough to try it. Twisting a knob on the front of the stove he heard the tell tale sound of gas being released. He nearly cried.
Quickly digging his lighter out of his pocket he lit the burner and it hissed to life.
"Looks like we've got hot breakfast," Asher said over his shoulder. He laughed, and started pulling open drawers looking for cooking spray and pans.
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Post by India Belikov on Dec 1, 2013 17:57:33 GMT -6
India ignored both Remy and the girl as they clashed about the kitchen, making all sorts of noise then speaking to each other in english. Gah, she hated not understanding them! They could be talking about her right infront of her face and she wouldn't even know. She glanced over her shoulder as she began doing her plié positions, using the breakfest bar as her bar. Ah, it felt good to stretch out fully. The past few weeks she'd only been about to do minor stretches before having to move on because she was never truly safe. Here, she didn't have to worry about a demon coming up and taking a chunk out of her ass. She was safe for once.
She tried to understand their foreign words but to no avail. Moving back over by the couch, she rolled her eyes as the girl sat down and just like...spaced out or something. Fucking weirdo. Rolling her eyes, she lifted her right knee up infront of her and carefully raised her ankle up before her entire leg was vertical beside her torso. She then lifted onto the toes of her left foot and held her pose for thirty seconds as she's been doing. She then switched and did the same with her left leg. India heard the backdoor open and close and watched as Asher walked in sopping wet. He'd grabbed some paper towels and was wiping off his gun when he looked up. Their eyes met for the briefest of moments before he turned away further into the kitchen.
She ignored the feeling of her cheeks warming ever so slightly and swiftly dropped her leg. Why was she blushing about Asher seeing her stretching? She did not have feelings for the man dammit. Sure, she took a liking to him because he saved her fucking life but that was it! Don't lie to yourself, India. You know he's fucking gorgeous. Oh fuck no. Andrei was. And he was mine and he is dead. Now I just want to get home to my damn family. She continued to battle herself mentally as she wandered into the kitchen and noticed that he got the stove working. Holy shit, a hot meal!! She quickly grabbed the cans of hash from the coffee table in the living room and set them on the counter next to him. "Food!" She grinned at the proper use of the english word he taught her before looking through the box she'd brought in with her for more heatable goodies they could eat.
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Post by Remy Corbeau on Dec 1, 2013 18:45:13 GMT -6
Remy looked down in disgust as Brook walked away. If only there was a way to heat them up but alas the microwave didn't work as there was no electricity. He heard the door open and shut a second time. This had to have been his brother since the other two were already accounted for.
Asher walked into the kitchen and ran to the stove. Turning the knob he practically cried out in glee. "Hmm a hot breakfast..." Remy thought to himself as Asher started throwing draws open. "The pans are under th-" he was cut off by a short blonde who ran in and slammed the cans of hash on the counter.
"Eto pridetsya podozhdat'" He laughed as he put his can of creamed corn on the stove to cook after taking the spoon out. After a couple seconds he stirred the corn and took the can off the flame. "prodolzhit'" He said taking the spoon full of steaming corn and taking a bite.
Translation 1. That will have to wait. 2. Proceed
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Post by Brooklyn Arrington on Dec 1, 2013 19:13:41 GMT -6
Brook stood up and paced to the kitchen as she heard that the stove was working. She didn't think they would actually have heat for a while. Remy had finally gotten his hot cream corn and apparently he knew how to speak India's language. Which meant he understood everything she was saying to them before. Why hadn't he just told her that he spoke that language? Brook had no idea what the language even was. As she stood there looking at Remy, India and Remy's brother, who still hadn't told her his name, she couldn't help but reminisce about how it had been at her aunt and uncle's farm.
It was peaceful and she could remember everyone sitting in the kitchen eating together and laughing at things that had happened throughout the day. She would help her aunt get the dishes done after everyone would be done eating and then would saunter off to her place in the barn where she would just watch the sunset and the animals scurrying about. She missed those times, when everything was peaceful and less chaotic.
She half believed that the world would never be like that again. Who would be there in her life when everything was over and done with? What would she be doing? How many people were actually left in the world that were not infected. Her thoughts were exceptionally busy today as she stood watching them all in the kitchen. |
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Post by Asher Corbeau on Dec 3, 2013 5:19:27 GMT -6
Asher busied around and bumped into India, who was carrying the cans of hash. Taking them from her he placed them on the counter and opened them. He had found a decently sized double skillet under the sink and he quickly lit a second burner and sat the double pan down on the stove top. He didn't manage to find any cooking spray, but that was okay, he would just move the hash around more. Grabbing the first can of hash he shook it violently until the cylindrical mound of hashbrown and corned-beef plopped onto the skillet. He squished it down so that in no longer stood like a meaty can, then repeated the processes with the two other cans.
By now the hash was sizzling on the skillet with a slight smoke rising from it... smoke. Asher turned down the heat a little and looked around the kitchen until he spotted the smoke detector. Pulling it off the wall, he removed the batteries and tossed it onto the bar. He then went into the living room and did the same with the one in there.
That could have been bad, he barely heard the rain on the rough so they were going to have to be quiet if the dead were still wandering about out there.
Returning to his cooking, with only a little burnt onto the surface of the pan he started flipping it, moving it about and generally ignored the people in the kitchen. He wanted food more than conversation and it had been quite some time since he had a warm meal. This would be a decidedly nice change.
With all the people standing around him he was starting to get irritated, them standing around wouldn't make the hash cook any faster, he turned on his heel and looked at the trio standing around him. He pointed to the living room "Out! Food will be done when it's done,"
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Post by India Belikov on Dec 4, 2013 23:02:35 GMT -6
India was already back in the living room rummaging through her box when familiar words fell upon her ears. Wait...that was.. Russain!! Head snapping up, her blue eyes flashed as she looked back into the kitchen. "Vy chertovski izdevayesh'sya nado mnoy?!" Standing up swiftly she stomped over to the counter, slamming her hand down hard on the faux granite. "Vy mozhete govorit' po-russki! Yebat'! Vy videli, chto ya izo vsekh sil, chtoby govorit' vse chertovski noch'yu i teper', kogda vy vykhodite iz etoy proklyatoy shkafu ob etom?" Turning around, her eyes frantically searched the room before settling upon an object. Picking up some flimsy plastic figurine off a knick knack display shelf, she whipped it at him, aiming directly for his head.
"Yeblya mudak!" It was then that Asher seemed to shoo the girl and Remy out from the kitchen. Shaking her head and rolling her eyes, she grabbed the gun her companion gave her, grabbed her knives and she stomped through the kitchen to the back door, opening it and slamming it closed behind her. She didn't care about the noise she had probably made. It didn't matter, she needed to vent and that meant killing some demons that were unlucky to be wandering about the trailer. She couldn't believe Asher's brother. Like really?! He couldn't have said anything at all until now? Ugh!! She'd reached the demon that the girl had killed this morning and she violently kicked it's head as she strode past. Rounding the corner of the neighboring trailer, she ran smack dap into another one and before it could even think to grab her, a knife was slammed inbetween it's eyes.
Curling her lip in disgust, she used her foot to push it off her knife. Another two stragglers were killed in his manor, as she didn't know how to actually shoot the gun yet. Asher would have to teach her sometime soon. Pft, at least Remy can be my damn translator from now on. God damn dick! When she moved to 'round another trailer, she stopped dead in her tracks as a herd of ten or so shuffled aimlessly down the road. They hadn't spotted her, so she backed up quickly and slowly started heading back to the trailer. She sucked in deep breaths to cool her anger. She'd been gone a good fifteen minutes. As the trailer came into view, she spotted a ladder laying in the grass in their neighbors lawn. Getting an idea, she picked it up and placed it on the next door trailer and climbed up to the roof. She wanted to get a layout of the park, she didn't get that great of a look yesterday when Asher and her arrived.
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1 "Are you fucking kidding me?!" 2 "You can speak Russian! The fuck?! You saw me struggling to talk all damn night and now is when you come out of the damn closet about it?" 3 "Fucking asshole!"[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Remy Corbeau on Dec 5, 2013 17:39:39 GMT -6
Remy looked up just in time to see an object come hurling at him. His reflexes caused his head to jerk to the left and avoid being pelted with the item. As the item hit the wall and shattered behind him he looked India right in the eye. "Excuse me, Ma chérie" was all he got out before she started going off on him in Russian. After her last sentence accusing him of being an ass hole she stormed out the door. Remy was so confused he didn't even hear his brother scream for everybody to get out of the kitchen. Turning around to look at the damage he saw the figurine broken. "Well Grandma won't be to happy about this" he let out a chuckle. Picking his creamed corn back up he continued on like he's never eaten before in his life.
He turned towards the sink and rinsed out the can from all the juices. "No point in recycling" he muttered as he turned toward the trash and tossed the can in. Turning back to the sink to rinse the spoon he glanced out the window.
Remy quickly ran to living room to grab his axe and gun. Turning back around he headed out the door only to say "Your girlfriend is a psycho" Before barreling out the door. A quick glance around would give Remy enough satisfaction that there were no walkers around. Walking to the nearby neighbors house he began to speak. "U vas yest' zhelaniye umeret' ? Stoya tam budet tol'ko pust' khodunki videt' vas rano" he said looking warily closing both hands around his axe waiting for the noise of death he was all to familiar with.
Translations: Do you wanna die? Standing up there will only let the walkers see you sooner.
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