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Post by India Belikov on Nov 18, 2013 15:08:30 GMT -6
She watched him in silence as he looked around the trailer before leaning forward for the gun on the coffee table. Picking it up, he held it out to her and said it's word in english. Furrowing her brow she tried the foreign word on her tongue. "Gun?" She repeated it a few times before he outstretched his hand and gave it to her. She admired the revolver in her hands before his voice made her look up again. This time he was holding his rifle and spoke in english again. She was confused for a second, but decided to see if she was right. First she pointed at his rifle, then held up her revolver. "Ashker gun. Ind- er..my gun..?" When he nodded she smiled. This wasn't going to be that hard at all! As the lesson continued she ate between the words she was learning. Holding out his bowl to him, she made sure he got something down his throat.
As they walked around the trailer he pointed to objects and she tried remembering the correct word for everything. When he taught her hungry, she couldn't help but giggle at him. It wasn't her fault that he looked hilarious as he over exaggerated his pantomimes. By this time they'd both finished their food and as she put the bowls down into the sink, Asher grabbed her hand and pulled her back onto the couch and opening the curtain to the window behind it. Pale eyes searched the deluge outside. She could barely make out his car in the storm but when he pointed to the demon that shambled past, paying no heed to the weather his face grew serious. "Bunny."
Raising a brow she looked at the demon curiously. Surely he was mistaken because the way the word sounded didn't seem so grave. But then again, he was trying to teach her english so it had to be right. She nodded her head understand before repeating it a couple times and once in russian. "Bunny.. Demon Bunny... " Leaving the window she turned around and did another sweep of the living room, touching the objects as she said their english terms. As the wind picked up outside, the door to the bathroom slammed shut, causing her to jump. She laughed shakily when she realized it was just the wind pushing the door closed. Returning to the couch, she sat down, drawing her legs under her and wrapped herself in the blanket."Kholodnyy..." It was getting cold. Shivering, she picked up the dual translation book, she flipped it open to the word she was looking for and pointed to it, motioning him over.
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Post by Brooklyn Arrington on Nov 18, 2013 15:38:30 GMT -6
Brooklyn wrapped her arms around herself as the wind started to pick up. She was watching Remy intently while trying to stay warm. The temperature was dropping rapidly and she was shivering from head to toe. She couldn't hear anything due to the wind. So when Remy was trying to shout to her, she heard nothing. He then made a motioning signal that he was going to circle around the trailer. She couldn't wait in this spot forever, so she decided to follow Remy. When she caught up to him, she noticed movement by the black beetle. Remy was opening a window when she suddenly tapped him on the shoulder.
He did not immediately turn so she forcibly turned him to face her. Since they couldn't barely hear each other, she made a movement from her eyes to the beetle for Remy to look at it. She couldn't really tell the emotion on his face, but she was surprised that it was so close yet it didn't see them. She had been carrying a bow on her back while they traveled that she had made herself some time ago. She put her hand on her bowstring and waited to see if Remy wanted to deal with the walker, or if she should. |
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Post by Remy Corbeau on Nov 18, 2013 17:26:20 GMT -6
Remy was about to thrust himself through the open window when he was spun around forcefully. Throwing his arms up in hope to deflect a biter head one way or another he realized it was only Brooklyn. Screaming and swearing he noticed that she was looking over towards his older brothers vehicle. Looking back at her he realized that she wanted to take her bow off. Shaking his head he made the motion to watch it and pointed to the machete she carried on her.
Turning to the window he took a deep breath "ASHER!" he yelled as loud as he could hoping he wouldn't be drowned out by the wind rushing around him yet again. Would they die here today? It wouldn't be by the teeth of the lone walker by the beetle. Mother nature was funny like that...
As he stood there he waited for the right moment when the wind wasn't at its strongest to pull himself into the window. Hanging half way through the window he screamed. "ASH-" followed by a loud coughing fit. Great...Now his older brother was gonna put him down like a dog behind the shed. Funny thing was there was a shed not twenty feet from where he was at. Ironic...
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Post by Asher Corbeau on Nov 20, 2013 1:12:55 GMT -6
Asher was on the way over to see what she was pointing at when his name was called in the trailer. He immediately bristled, felt his hair stand on end. He'd been found, but by who? With the wind and the lightning raging about the trailer and the rain pounding on the roofing made it almost entirely impossible to distinguish.
He took four quick steps and grabbed the barrel of the gun, hoisting it up quickly and swinging it to his shoulder. With a couple more steps aimed down the sight and he swung into the bathroom where the sound originated. A small bathrooom had the barrel of his rifle pressed against none other than his little brother Remy's forehead.
"Remy?" Confusion lighting up his face, was instantly replaced by a blank look and he motioned with the gun, "Si vous tenez à ces jolis yeux bleus de la vôtre, je vous suggère d'aller à la porte arrière."
He didn't speak french often, mostly among his family and when that happened. It usually wasn't fun and games. He nearly laughed at seeing him, he hadn't spoken it since he saw him last.
Pushing Remy out the window and shutting it he walked around to the backdoor and peeked out into the storm through the window. He didn't see any of the dead anywhere around. Not that he could see that far, the day was getting on and it looked more like twilight. He unlocked the door and watched for Remy.
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Post by Brooklyn Arrington on Nov 21, 2013 11:50:59 GMT -6
Brooklyn saw that Remy had been pushed out the window. She hesitated as she saw the walker looking around. They had not been discovered yet, but she knew if they did not get out of the storm and somewhere safe they would be. She looked at Remy and was helping him up. "What do you want to do, are they going to let us in?" she whispered to him. As he was trying to stand up, she pulled out her machete and had it ready in case the walker discovers them soon. "We have to get away from this area, now." she whispered to him before stepping around the backside of the trailer.
She heard a lock click open on the back door and made her way quietly toward it. She opened the door quickly and came face to face with the blonde and the man that Remy had been following. She held her machete up in a defensive position to show that she wasn't hostile but would protect herself if necessary. She was soaking wet and and standing outside the door with her hair tousled around her face and shoulders. She probably looked like a completely horrifying sight to them. She looked back to see if Remy was going to come into the house. She would not go in unless he went in first. |
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Post by Remy Corbeau on Nov 21, 2013 15:58:10 GMT -6
Remy was face to barrel with a gun. He knew this gun quite well as his grandpa was always fiddling the it or taking it apart to clean. Fitting that Asher had it since Vincent was a complete dick and Remy never fancied rifles any how. He then heard a quite nostalgic voice talk to him then the next thing he knew he was flat on his ass with the raining pouring down on him again.
Brooklyn was helping him up but he was still stuck in a daze. Back to the time when he was younger and he had fallen and hurt himself pretty bad. His older brother Vincent told him to get up and stop being such a pussy. What did he know? He wasn't experiencing the pain Remy was. Asher on the other hand was more caring. Instead of just telling him to walk it off he stood Remy up and took a look at it. Why didn't Remy remember this before? Before the world went to hell. Before the shit hit the fan...
Remy Snapped out of it and noticed Brooklyn standing at the back door with the machete pulled. He couldn't see who she was staring at but he knew the man pretty well. Walking towards the door just as he got close enough to enter he motioned to Brooklyn to put it away.Starting to walk through the door he said "Il est temps que je rattrape à vous."
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Post by India Belikov on Nov 21, 2013 18:27:09 GMT -6
India smiled as he started over toward her but the unknown voice distracted him and scared her. Dropping the book, she quickly dove for her revolver and flipped the safety off. She may not know how to properly use a gun, but she knew that it wouldn't do shit if that little trigger wasn't flipped off. Cocking it, she carefully followed Asher through the trailer to the master bathroom, where she'd left the window open. "Okno! Der'mo , eto vse moya vina ..." She cursed silently and took position beside Asher, her back flush with the wall and the gun at the ready. When he flipped around and pointed his rifle barrel at the intruder, she side stepped behind him and aimed her revolver. But taking one look at this guy, she thought she recognized him, but then it hit her. He looked very much like Asher! Pale blue eyes widened as she lowered her gun and clicked the safety on. Wow.. who knew her companion had a brother? He spoke to Remy, as he called him in what sounded like French. She stiffled a giggle as Asher pushed him out the window and turned to head to the back door that was just off the dining room/kitchen. She double checked the window was locked before slowly following him.
As Asher opened the back door, she spied a female standing on the back steps. Pale blue eyes instantly narrowed as she sized the little woman up and down. Hmph.. India was never a fan of other females. She always viewed them as competition, especially in her line of work. Women were known to be backstabbers and manipulatiors. Hell, her co-workers often slept their asses to good roles in ballets, plays and operas. Fucking whores. That's why India always fought harder for her positions. She would never toss away what she had held sacred with Andrei. Call it cliche', but she had been saving herself for him. And what did it get her? Virginity in the fucking apocalypse. Oh well, there was nothing she could do about it, seeing as there was no way she'd just toss something away that had been saved for her fiance'. Squeezing her eyes shut, she forced Andrei out of her mind and focused on Asher's brother as he was tossed in through the door, the girl by gunpoint on his heels. Well... this will be interesting now won't it?
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Post by Asher Corbeau on Nov 21, 2013 18:40:18 GMT -6
Hardly able to keep from laughing at the tiny brunette holding the garden variety machete up in front of her he kept his face straight. She had hardly been there a couple seconds when Remy appeared around the side of the trailer. Rain was blowing into the trailer, the sooner he found out why they were here the better.
The moment that Remy showed himself the girl lowered the machete, however the gun didn't lower from his shoulder. The night was going to be a long one and the dead wouldn't be missing for long. His best guess was that the storm had the dead scurrying after every stray lightning bolt and thunder crash. The night was reminiscent of the chaos that man kind was sitting in. Each zombie herd was like a lightning bolt sending survivors scattering to the four winds. As he thought ,that over the shoulder of the little brown haired girl he noticed what appeared to be a shadow stumble behind a trailer about forty feet off, the breath caught in his throat as lightning lit up the area and suddenly that one shadow was the least of his worries.
"Il est temps que je rattrape à vous."
Grabbing Remy by the wrist and pulling him up the stairs he deposited him roughly on the floor and turned his rifle to the girl growling roughly, "Get in"
Scurrying up the back staircase her eyes shining firmly with resentment in the dying light of the day she entered the trailer. He pushed her so that she stumbled over Remy's prone form and stood on the opposite side .
Keeping his rifle trained on them he tenderly shut the back door and locked it. Another bolt lit up the outside revealing too many dead men to count in the split second the lightning revealed them for. But it illuminated them long enough for Asher to notice that some of them had lacerations on their legs. He could only assume that this was the same horde that he had driven through, earlier in the day. Before india, before the supply truck, before the book store, before Remy. If it was, he couldn't clue them off to where they were it would mean the end to all of them.
Remy, the last time he had seen his younger brother they had fought, he had watched Remy walk out of his Grandpa's house with Vincent in the lead. Vincent.. Vincent.
Barely a whisper, "Where is he Remy, is he still alive?" When he didn't answer right away his voice rose an octave, "Où est Vincent?"
Thunder crackled and lit up the sky and a howling wind that sounded too much like skeletons laughing shook the trailer.
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Post by Remy Corbeau on Nov 21, 2013 20:05:06 GMT -6
No sooner than the words were out of his mouth his brother was tossing him to the ground in the trailer. It wasn't the first time he was ragdolled by one of his brothers. He was the youngest and he was the smallest of the three but what surprised him the most was he was nearly yelling in french. This meant he was really pissed and was hell bent on getting answers.
"Oui, il est toujours en vie! La dernière fois que je l'ai vu en Alabama. Il prévoyait un raid sur certains cabane d'une ville qui a été à peine fait de leur propre chef." He began talking really fast in french. It wasn't the first time he'd used french, being that he grew up learning to speak it. However, this time was different. Usually when he spoke fast and in a foreign language people would leave him alone like he's some kind of freak. This time, well, this time: it was to save his life. "Il va par Carrion, maintenant.." "Now if you don't mind letting me up. I'm soaking wet and in a very terrible mood. Plus what would grandpa say if he saw us now..." He let the last few words linger. He knew he hit a spot that hurt...
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Post by Brooklyn Arrington on Nov 21, 2013 20:14:08 GMT -6
Brook was hauled into the house by the man with the gun. She could only assume that Remy and him were related by the way they would talk to each other. When she was hauled inside, she slightly tripped over Remy and recovered her balance and stood by him. The men were talking in a foreign language and she didn't understand any of it until Remy said "Now if you don't mind letting me up. I'm soaking wet and in a very terrible mood. Plus what would grandpa say if he saw us now..." That made Brook self conscious. She looked herself over and covered her chest as she noticed she was soaking wet and didn't want anything exposed. She noticed that the blonde girl next to the man was basically scowling at her.
She looked away and pretended not to notice the look from the blonde. "Thank you for letting us in..." she said just loud enough for them to hear after they had stopped talking. She looked at Remy and held her hand out for him so he could stand. |
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Post by Asher Corbeau on Nov 22, 2013 8:38:25 GMT -6
"Don't thank me yet girl, I might just throw you both out to the walkers yet,"
Asher watched as Remy stood, he didn't stop her from helping him, "Go into the living room now and sit, stay away from the windows. We're not the only ones in this trailer park tonight,"
Taking India by the hand, sent a slight shock through his body. He hadn't touched her before. It wasn't static, it was something else, elusive at the back of his mind he could remember feeling that before. He shook his head and didn't let it bother him past that initial moment. It most likely happened just because he was touching another woman again. He couldn't and wouldn't read further into it than that, he was a man after all.
"Quiet, all of you. Whisper only if we have to speak. I would suggest we all just get some sleep and wait till morning. There is absolutely nothing we can do here tonight and in the morning if the Dead have walked on, you two," he said glaring at Remy and his companion, "Are getting your own food, I will not pull the weight for all of you, I've got a woman here who can't even speak english. Her name is India by the way, and for some reason she likes laundry and walking around in her underwear. Other than that shes's a complete mystery,"
Guiding India into the living room he sat her down on the couch and walked into the kitchen. He started to search through the kitchen thoroughly. He didn't find much : a bag of chips, three cans of corn beef hash, a bottle of maple syrup and four cans of mixed vegetables.
Taking all of it into the living room he sat it on the floor, "You two can have everything but the Hash, to start with. Make it last start scrounging what you can tomorrow, because after that You and I Remy have to find you a fucking car to drive. And don't think for a damn minute I'm done talking to you about Vincent,"
Pacing the floor he was more nervous than he should of felt, there was no reason for the dead to try to get in the trailer. The light from the candles couldn't get through the curtains. These were meant to keep out sunlight.
walking into the kitchen he stood on his toes and peered out over the top of the closed blinds. When the lightning cracked he saw them. There were so many, too many but they just kept plodding through, one step at a time, like the wind wasn't howling or the rain pelting them like needles. Occasionally one would brush up close to the trailers, but they paid them no mind. If he could just keep this trailer full of a misfits under control, they would be fine.
He let out a short sigh and let himself sink to his heels. Running a quick hand down the side of his face he sighed and looked out into the living room. What a rag tag bunch, he didn't even know the new girls name yet and she clearly spoke english. Though who could blame her, he shoved a gun in her face. He almost felt as bad as Vincent. Though he wouldn't compare himself to his despot of a brother.
He was too tired now, too tired and too weary of the existence they found themselves in. So he walked, with the weight of what felt like three other people on his shoulders. Asher was a strong man, but he couldn't stand up under that weight for long. This apocalypse was going to either reforge him, or break him.
Leaning against the couch he sat down slowly on the floor, his body unraveling as he lit another coal and placed it opposite the other on top the bowl. Picking up his hose he inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly leaning his head back and letting the calming white cloud drift slowly and peacefully up his face. A couple hits in and he chuckled, soon that chuckle faded away and all that was left was the bubbling of his hookah on the plush brown carpet.
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Post by Brooklyn Arrington on Nov 22, 2013 10:21:56 GMT -6
Brooklyn took her que from the man whose name she didn't even know yet. She didn't bother to introduce herself, she was still peeved at him shoving a gun in her face. She slowly sank to the floor and pulled her legs up to herself to stay warm. She didn't want to depend on him or the blonde girl, whose name was apparently India. As she was looking around the trailer, she heard the man talk to Remy and now could almost gaurantee they were brothers. They kept talking about a man named Vincent, who I could only assume was another familly member.
The man had brought food out into the living room, but Brook was too nervous to eat. If she was to try, she could almost gaurantee she would heave it back up. So she sat in silence and watched everyone around her without making any noise. She did notice however that she was still soaking wet and a puddle was starting to surround her from her hair dripping and her clothes started to leak as well. She stood slowly and walked to the bathroom to look for any kind of linen for her to sit on that could dry up the puddle on the floor. When she eyed the mirror above the sink, she looked at herself and quite abruptly started to fix her hair and her clothes. Her hair was a mess and her clothes were soaked, she looked like a wet doll.
She sighed at the sight in front of her, her own reflection. She was starting to get thinner than she liked. But that couldn't be helped with all the traveling her and Remy had been doing. As long as Remy was by her side, it helped her to get around and not be lonely. She didn't know what to think of the other two yet. She knew for certain though that the blondie India did not like her at all. She rolled her eyes as she thought about India. India couldn't speak english and hated women, this would definitely be interesting to say the least. |
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Post by Remy Corbeau on Nov 22, 2013 16:42:17 GMT -6
Remy started to stand up when Asher said he'd still throw them out. Empty threats he thought to himself. As long as Remy knew stuff about his eldest brother there isn't any way that Asher was gonna pass it up.
Remy snapped back to what his brother was saying. Pull our weight? he thought him self. We've been taking care of ourselves for this long what makes him think all of a sudden we're gonna crumble... Remy was frustrated. Being treated like a younger brother who couldn't take care of himself yet again by one of his older brothers. "I didn't leave Vincent for this" he muttered under his breath. He looked up in time to see Asher come back in to the room with food saying we could have everything but the hash. What a big softie. I knew he wasn't gonna be a dick the whole time Remy thought to himself.
Remy watched as Asher sat down and started up his hookah. Only then did he realize that Brooklyn was gone and was still soaking wet and extremely exhausted. With a scowl on his face he stood up and explored the closets for something to change in to. "Sweater vest, Sweater vest, Sweater, Ugly christmas Sweater. Geez this old man had a terrible style." Changing out of his clothes he headed back to the main room dragging a pillow and blankets. "Might as well be comfy and warm" he said as he tossed each person a blanket and proceeded to lay on the ground.
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Post by India Belikov on Nov 23, 2013 19:05:04 GMT -6
India held back, away from the rest as they had all settled down in the living room. Her gun had never left her hand as she idly leaned against the wall, her pale blue eyes flicking between this 'Remy' and the girl. As the boys spoke to each other in french, India silently sized the newcomers up. She already knew that Remy could easily overtake her. She could only guess what he did before all this to get those strong arms that were hinted at under his shirt. Definitely had to be on her toes around him. He might be stronger than her, but she was most likely more agile. Crossing her arms, she then honed her gaze down onto the girl. She couldn't recall if her name had been said or not, what with the french and english flying about the room.
She could tell that the girl would be no match for her. Not only smaller in height, but she also seemed thinner too. There wasn't much muscle definition going on under her soaked shirt. Hell, there wasn't much anything under that shirt. She smirked to herself at that thought, pulling her shoulders back and lifting her own chest slightly. Yep, no competition there. The only thing the girl had going for her was that crudely made bow, and from the looks of it she knew how to use it. Whatever, I have a gun now... Lets see an arrow beat a bullet. Asher suddenly went up to her and took hold of her hand. A slight tingle vibrated in her skin where his flesh met hers. She rose a brow at the sensation, but shook her head and thought nothing of it.
As her companion led her into the living room, she listened to him say her name, probably introducing her. Asher led her to the couch and gently sat her down. Drawing her long, shapely legs beneath her she watched him saunter off to the kitchen. She placed her gun on the cushion next to her, close enough to grab if she needed it. Flicking her eyes over to Asher, she watched him grab some food from the cabinets and brought it out to the strangers. He then started pacing about and his agitation was starting to rub off on her. She shifted on the couch, her eyes locked on Remy and the girl. When the brunette stood, India's hand snapped out, hovering over her gun. Her eyes narrowed as she watched her head into the guest bathroom. Standing swiftly, she followed, her voice whispering harshly against the music of the storm outside. "Chto vy dumayete , chto vy delayete?"1
She scoffed when she realized what the girl was doing. Pathetic, do you really need to fix your clothes like, right now? Her finger fondled the trigger of the gun in her hand as she sharply nodded her head back toward the living room. "Poluchit' svoyu zadnitsu v tam bludnitsy. Ne zastavlyay menya snova."2 She knew the girl didn't understand her, but it wasn't about being understood. It was about proving that she helped run the show and she wasn't one to be messed with. Plus, she was tired of speaking only in her head. She wanted to be heard and she didn't care if no one understood her. "Prissi malen'kaya suka , pytayas' Gussy i der'mo . Eto vyglyadit kak ya vse ravno, chto ya pokhozh ? I ya tem zharche odin ..."3 Muttering, she followed the girl back to the living room only to be offered a blanket from Remy. She shook her head and turned away heading toward the couch. Sitting down beside Asher she sighed softly. No sleep for her tonight, not with these two around. Funny thing, she felt deep down that she could trust her companion to protect her. She only hoped he could trust her as well. She extended her hand toward him, motioning the hose with her head. She wanted to try.
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1 "What do you think you're doing?." 2 "Get your ass back in there harlot. Don't make me tell you again." 3 "Prissy little bitch, trying to gussy up and shit. Does it look like I care what I look like? And I'm the hotter one..." [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Asher Corbeau on Nov 23, 2013 20:22:33 GMT -6
The catty tone seemed to pass language barriers, Asher attempted to ignore it, he didn't want to shout. When India came back to the couch he looked up at her and then away toward Remy who was sprawling out on the floor. Half heartedly he started projecting smoke rings at the back of his head.
He did that until a hand reached into his field of view, India's. He would recognize that grope anywhere, she wanted the hose. He absentmindedly handed her those hose to the water pipe and watched her from the corner of his eye. Not sure how she was going to feel about that mint.
He yawned, keeping his eye on India and stretched out on the floor with the blanket Remy gave him. He was tired, today was more eventful than most. Everyday was eventful but, today? A russian model, then his brother of all people with his quiet female companion.
The trailer was secure, they were aboard a ship set adrift in a sea of walkers. That's when his eyes closed for quite some time.
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