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Post by Remy Corbeau on Nov 23, 2013 21:20:27 GMT -6
Remy lied down on the ground and covered himself with the blanket. Tucking the blanket that India refused under his head he started to relax. For the first time in a long time he relaxed, so much that he started laughing a bit. He wasn't just laughing at anything... He lifted his head and stared at India. Her outstretched reaching towards his brother. He shifted his gaze towards Asher. His chest inflated and then blew smoke rings across the room. Classic Asher, Always smoking on his hookah blowing smoke rings about.
He glanced back over to India and a thought crossed his mind. "Do you speak any english?" He asked with a straight face. Just as the words left his mouth Brooklyn walked back in to the room. Her hair was down and she had changed out of her soaked clothes. "It seems you have a fan Brook." He chuckled as he leaned back again tucking his hands behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling.
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Post by Brooklyn Arrington on Nov 24, 2013 8:04:59 GMT -6
Brook had finally changed out of those wet soaking clothes and left them on the side of the tub to dry while they slept. When she finally took her hair down out of the ponytail, she tussled it so it wasn't dripping and a complete mess anymore. She finally walked back into the living room where everyone was and looked around to find Remy laying on the ground and India with Remy's brother."It seems you have a fan Brook" Remy had said to her as she walked towards where he lay. "I don't have the energy to fight with a jealous girlfriend" she said as she sat next to Remy. "Besides, we will most likely be out of their sight soon anyways, right?" she said as she looked at Remy curiously.
She didn't understand what India was so concerned over. She didn't understand what she had said to her but she had understood through body language that the girl had an issue with other women. Brooklyn didn't like confrontation, so she let it be. If need be she would defend herself, but unless that choice had to come up she would let things slide. She would keep her distance from India as much as possible to avoid conflict.
Brook started to think of what kind of problem Remy and his brother could have had that would make them this way. It looked as if they had a special connection once, but it had probably faultered under some sort of fight. She didn't know, but she was interested in what they were talking about in a different language.
She had set her homemade bow and arrows beside her along with the machete and looked at them admiringly. She had used them so much in the past few weeks. Never would she have guessed that she would have to kill other people. The most she was using them for before the infection was to practice or just kill time. The thoughts kept running through her mind as she was interrupted as she started to shiver slightly. She pulled her legs up to her body and rested her head on her knees while hugging her knees tightly to herself. Hopefully she wouldn't be so cold anymore. |
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Post by India Belikov on Nov 24, 2013 9:52:29 GMT -6
As he handed her the hose a smile crept up onto her face. Was it really only this morning he had saved her? Felt like weeks had passed between them. She was surprised at how comfortable she felt around him. Leaning back with the hose, she inhaled deeply before releasing the white cloud slowly from her mouth. Mmm, this is good. She kept taking hits from the strange water pipe before her muscles untensed and she could relax. She handed him the hose before laying down on the couch, her knees drawn up to her chest as she lay on her side. Her companion then stretched out beside her on the creamy carpet. She glanced down to Asher, and offered a soft smile. "Spokoynoy nochi Ashker."1 She hoped he was comfortable down there.
At the sound of her name, she lifted her eyes to Remy. He must've asked her if she spoke english. She shook her head no. "Vovse net. Prosto russkiy, khotya ya znayu, vy ne mozhete ponyat' menya .." When the girl came back, India watched her warily, making sure she didn't come anywhere near herself or Asher. The two strangers spoke between themselves, their eyes flicking her way at least once. She clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes. As Remy settled down, it was just her and the girl awake now. Sitting up slightly, she reached over Asher to grab the translation book. Pulling the candle on the end table closer she started flipping through the pages, trying to pronounce random words in her head. Yep, no sleep for her tonight. Not with the girl wide awake over there. Sighing softly, she skimmed through the book for what seemed like a few hours. The candle was almost spent, the flame flickering for it's dear life at the end of the wick. Closing the book, she rubbed her eyes and glanced up. Finally they were all asleep. Gently placing the translator on the table, she carefully put her gun under the accent pillow on the couch before laying back down and getting comfortable. Maybe an hour or two won't kill her...
End of Day One
Translations
1 "Good night Asher." 2 "Not at all. Just russian, even though I know you can't understand me.." [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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