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Post by Colonel Mystery on May 8, 2010 21:22:36 GMT -5
Jonathan wasn't new to the survival game, even dating back to his Army days before Umbrella and he barricaded the door with some benches anyway. If anything, if the doors went, it would by them time. Once satisfied that they had bought a few moments to think and catch breath, he looked over at Rebecca who was fighting away an infected and hit it with the butt of the gun, which brought a grin to Jonathan's face. She notted she knew where they needed to go and held up some keys and Jonathan nodded...perhaps she wasn't as inept as he had thought after all.
"Good," he stated before stomping on the infected's head smashing it and then looked up at Rebecca, "Always make sure that they are dead. Can't take a chance." With the infected dead, he looked toward Luis, then back to the door. He truly needed some time alone to search for suplies of his own...he wasn't going to share with anyone, not even them.
"You two go on to the room and stock up," he said calmly, "I'll secure the area here. Return once you are done. All that I ask is that you bring me a weapon and some ammunition. I'll make sure that we have no more intrusions until you get back." He then looked eye-to-eye with Luis, "You have my word." This sealed the deal. Jonathan was known to be a liar, and a class-A one at that, but he never went back on his word for anything. It was one of the few reasons that Alex wasn't turned over to Tricell yet.
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Post by Winters on May 9, 2010 1:45:12 GMT -5
"Right..." Louis trusted the an, it was the only thing they could really do. Even if he did happen to just leave them here, both Rebecca and himself could get out with a whole pile of ammo. After smashing into the door, Louis closed it behind the after Rebecca entered. The place has a lot of thinks missing, the bullet proof vests, guns from the racks, and shelves of bullets missing. However, there was a lot still remaining. Grabbing a vest, Louis took of his jacket, and then put on the armor. It wouldnt just protect him from bullets, it would be a great guard against bites near the upper arms. There was only one of them left, and it looked much too big for the girls small body. Some .38 revolvers were neatly tucked away on the shelves along with boxes of the proper rounds, so he took a few of them and a gun for backup.
But the best thing he saw was a remmington shotgun, with a few crates of shells still in the locker. Louis grabbed this for Jonathan strapping it around his arm, and grabbing a crate in one hand. He hadnt been paying much attention to Rebecca, but he knew she was probably looking around the room for a gun that she could use most practically. The revolver would be fine, maybe even a .308 rifle to replace her own hunting shotgun. It was entirely up to her, but out of a personal reason, he felt the need to express his personal opinion. "Id take one of those small revolvers if I were you... Theres enough bullets in those lockers to go around..."
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Post by Colonel Mystery on May 9, 2010 2:20:49 GMT -5
With the two of them gone, Jonathan was free to snoop around the surrounding area. The door was taking a beating from the undead outside in trying desperately to get in and devour to living withing, but the door would hold for a while before giving way...even so, there was still no telling if it would give way. Either way, Jonathan began looking around the offices and through the files strewn about the place. He picked up a few of no importance whatsoever and would occasionally laugh at the stupidity of some of the antics that they investigated in the forest area.
It wasn't until Jonathan found what had to be the record keeping room that he found things of interest...well at least more interest than standing around waiting on the two of them to get back. He read through numerous files dating back to the mid '90s about cannibalism in the Arklay Forest and how people had gone missing and/or been murdered by the cannibals. Jonathan smirked at the files before slamming the cabinet shut and kicking it in, denting the front so that nothing short of a chain pulled by a truck could pull it loose.
"No need for nonsense such as that," he remarked, "it's not like anyone's going to miss it anyway. What with the hell around us now." He then walked into the actual Sheriff's office two doors down the hall near the stairwell and began looking around. He looked out of the window and could see a ledge outside just big enough for a person to stand on that ran around the building into the darkness around the corner. He didn't know where it led to, but it was a temporary escape plan at least.
Having seen his fill and made unsatisfied at the lack of information, he returned to the doorway to wait on Luis and Rebecca. He leaned calmly against the wall next to the door and crossed his arms as the hungry infected beat desperately to get inside. Jonathan looked at the door with a smirk, "trying hard to get in, aren't you, my friends? All in good time, though....just be patient."
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Post by Evening in Missoula on May 9, 2010 2:52:35 GMT -5
Rebecca flinched as Jonathan curb-stomped the zombie. With a sigh she looked down at it, that means of re-killing was a bit too brutal for her taste. Looking up at him, straight in the eye, she scrunched her nose. " ... Yeah, I'm not a monster. Thanks." She commented with a bit more disgust than necessary. She'd heard and felt it's neck crack, that was enough for the girl. Becca would kill the creatures, but she wouldn't overdo it. That was inhumane, and these things were human once. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she couldn't at least acknowledge that fact. After a moment of silence, she added, " And besides, I like these boots." She stepped past the man whose name she still hadn't learned which, in all honesty, made her even more uneasy about him. She never did like the idea of a ghost. Holding her arm as still as possible, it hurt to move it too much, she walked in the direction of the storage room, having the map memorized, not paying much attention to Jonathan. Trust his word? Yeah, right. She trusted him to keep his word just about as much as she trusted a zombie not to bite. They'd have to make this supply trip as quick as possible. Pulling the keys out of her pocket, she started sifting through them, finding the key just as she heard a crash. Looking up, she saw that Louis had knocked in the door. With a sigh she ran her good hand through her hair. " ...I had the keys, dumdum." She shook her head with a small smile and stepped in. Lou could be a bit rash sometimes. Rebecca looked around carefully, grabbing more than enough ammo for her guns and shoving it into the pouch of her bag specifically allotted for ammunition. When Louis gave his recommendation she began to chew on her lower lip until the split in it cracked. She sucked in a bead of blood as she thought. These guns were all she had of her Uncle... did she really want to replace them? They weren't that bad of guns. Becca stopped chewing on her lip and took out her Browning, it was Uncle Joey's favorite... he always had it on him, such a big believer in firearms. With a sigh she turned to look at Louis. " No... I think I'm good with just restock...ing..." She trailed off as a shiny locked box caught her attention. Pulling the ring of keys off of her belt loop, she walked over to it, very curious indeed... It took her a minute or two of trial and error, but she found the right key eventually. The lock came off with little trouble and she opened the case, raising her eyebrows at what she saw. She picked up the gun that sat inside, it wasn't to heavy and hey, it was a revolver like Louis had suggested. And boy was it beautiful... like a piece of jewelery that you could shoot. She usually wasn't the type for pretty trinkets, but someone clearly had loved this gun very much. She bit her lip again with a bit of a grin, maybe she had room for one more. With a bit of a quiet laugh she grabbed all the ammunition she could find for her new friend and stored that away too. As she stood up, she murmured a whispered promise to the previous owner, " I'll take good care-a her, I promise." After reloading all of her guns and getting the gun for Jonathan from Louis, she headed back out the door, saying back to Louis as she headed out, " I'm ready, so whenever you are let's get outta this place." She got her Browning ready in one hand and held his gun in the other and hurried back out to see if their ghost was keeping his promise. " Hey, Casper, you still here?" She asked, having given him an appropriate nickname, looking around cautiously. Stepping into the room she glanced around, jumping a bit when she saw him as she had so expected him to have ran. " Well, Casper. Here's your gun. Lou picked it out so don't complain to me if it's not good enough." She said calmly, tossing it to him as she moved to sit on a desk in the room, crossing her legs and looking over her new gun. She tried to ignore the pounding on the door, wondering what was taking Louis so long.
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Post by Winters on May 9, 2010 13:59:51 GMT -5
After Rebecca had left the room fully stocked up, Louis spent the remainder of his time cleaning his pockets. Throwing away a few old lighters that hed never use the small amounts of butane with anything, a small pocket knife, some papers that werent needed anymore, and two rusty magazines that served no more purpose. He also gave us his SMG, it was empty, and there was no way hed find anymore ammunition for it. All it was doing was taking up space in his jacket, this could make him quicker and more agile then before. Pulling out his .45 however, he made sure the magazine inside was freshly loaded, and counted. Six more resided after grabbing the rounds form the boxes, he was all set as far as a handgun went.
But this was used as a backup, he would carry the .38 revolver and four speedloaders in his front pocket, this would be use primary, along with his knife of course. On top of these things, Louis found a stun gun, and pocketed that with three spare batteries for it. Who knew when some high voltage electricity would come in need. Upon leaving the room satisfied, he saw Jonathan holding onto the beastly shotgun found in the storage room. Whatever shells he couldnt carry, he would hopefully share with Louis and Rebecca, as that was the only box of them seen inside the room. Maybe it wasnt his taste, but who wouldnt like to carry a shotgun? Winking at Jonathan, Louis spoke. "So whats the plan, then? Looks like the infected are held off pretty well now, I dont see much of them around..."
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Post by Colonel Mystery on May 9, 2010 14:38:19 GMT -5
Jonathan chuckled at the nickname given him by Rebecca. Though he found her to be utterly annoying, weak, and incapable of survival in what he had began calling "zombie land"....he still found her to be mildly amusing and reminded him somewhat of his daughter before the trouble with her. He readjusted his sunglasses and uncrossed his arms as he came off of the wall and took the shotgun.
"Nice," he remarked looking at the shotgun. He looked it over fully before turning his head to Rebecca, "you know...for the record, if you truly want to survive this hell then you need to stop viewing these mindless, souless, fleash-eating monsters as humans. They are no longer human...they are no longer alive. You need to man-up! What I did wasn't anything more violent than what that zombie would have done to you had it gotten hold of you. And make no illusions...if you become infected, I will kill you too."
His words were harsh, but truthful. He had seen many men and women die because they were too weak to do what had to be done when it came to silencing to dead. After speaking he smirked and looked at the door as the beating slowed down and then faded away completely. He then looked toward the office that he had been in earlier and then turned to the hallway in time to see Luis walk in.
Winking at Jonathan, Louis spoke. "So whats the plan, then? Looks like the infected are held off pretty well now, I don't see much of them around..."
"Yes," he interjected, "you don't. You don't hear them anymore either. Do you think that is just because they lost interest in tearing you apart? We need to get out of here now. We cannot go back into the stairwell so going upstairs is only attainable one way...." He then walked a little ways down the hall toward the office with the ledge, "I hope that neither of you are afraid of heights." He then walked onward, not giving them a chance to object. Once in the room, he opened the window and looked outside checking it once more.
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Post by Evening in Missoula on May 9, 2010 15:10:21 GMT -5
Rebecca bit her tongue, hopping off of the desk and following Jonathan heatedly. Make no mistake, she liked this man no more than he liked her. He reminded her of the snooty professors back in college. The ones that would rant on an on about their work with infectious diseases and how they knew so much more than her, and wouldn't even acknowledge it when Rebecca would speak up about a case file they hadn't read, knowing something that they didn't. She hated those men and she hated this ghost just as much.
"I shot my first infected when I was five years old, I know full well that they aren't human anymore." She hissed. "But they were at one point, with children and families and friends, with houses and jobs and.. and lives! And if I don't acknowledge that then I won't be able to live with myself. I heard that things neck crack, I felt it, I saw it stop moving. That's plenty for me to know it can't hurt me anymore. And I won't maim one of those people any more than I have to because, sorry, I'm not a cold, arrogant bastard like you are! Time to get off your freakin' high horse and grow a heart, asshat." She finished, pressing past him and swinging one leg out the window, then the other. She flinched, having to rely on her bad arm which was starting to bruise, but she made it on to the ledge before Louis or Jonathan could stop her. She wasn't an ignorant little kid, it wasn't a bad thing to have a heart, so long as you didn't let it kill you. If she let her heart die she'd lose her will to keep on fighting. "Are we going up, or what?" She asked a bit more harshly than usual, shimmying along the ledge. It took a lot to get her heated, and usually she didn't let things get to her, but this ghost was really ****ing her off.
Without much effort she found an open window above and stood on her tiptoes, finding that she couldn't reach the window-ledge above. With a sigh she stopped to think, looking back at the other men who were following her. She didn't want to be helped, she had to show that she could hold her own. Fiddling with her scarf for a moment, she had an idea. Silk, her scarf was made of silk! She knew very well that silk could hold around 170 pounds of weight before tearing. She was well under that, even with her bag of wonders. Carefully taking it off of her neck, she tied one end in a loop and swung it up. It latched onto a window hook on the ledge. "Yes!" She smiled, and pulled herself up and in through the window. then she stuck her head out and nodded to the men below. "You coming or what?" She said with a grin, turning around and looking through the room. She took out her gun just in case there were infected on this level as well.
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Post by Winters on May 9, 2010 21:15:12 GMT -5
Louis held back from saying a word, only listening to the "quabble" between Jonathan and Rebecca. The two were at eachothers throats, with Rebecca moreso. But it settled down, and before he knew it, she had climbed out of the window and up onto the next level of the department. It seemed like a bold decision for her to make on her own, going up beforehand without even thinking about wether it would be safer up then it would be outside, but it wasnt like they had much of a choice in the longrun. Louis walked to the window, making sure that Rebecca was up top and checking things out, then he spoke a quick word with Jonathan. "Im surprised your hanging around this long. If theres a reason, please, dont tell me, I think id rather stay out of it altogether if your still planning on going back to finish the job with Joey. Or who knows, maybe I should tag along with you..."
Of course Jonathan didnt know much about Louis, only that he was involved with Joeys life for a good portion of the initial outbreak. But whatever relationship they were in was unknown, but Louis made things sound vauge to Jonathan. His goal wasnt clear, even in his own mind, but he knew that he would enjoy a nice chat with Joey. Whos side he was on was a complete mystery, only that he wasnt up for making enemies, but anybody willing to help him out would be heavily considored a valuable asset, like Rebecca. She kept him alive back in the Power Plant, and will forever be in his dept. Looking back at Jonathan, Louis spoke up again. "Alright, after you..."
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Post by Colonel Mystery on May 9, 2010 21:29:55 GMT -5
Jonathan remained stone-faced through everything and when Luis had mentioned them teaming up, Jonathan scoffed slightly, "I'm here to make sure you don't get killed. I won't be. But I work alone...that's why I was the best at what I did in the Army and why my two colleagues and I didn't get along much when we were working with Umbrella. However....time will tell." He then turned and looked up at the window.
It was a good ten feet away, and wouldn't pose any sort of obstacle for him, but for Luis it would and no wasn't the time to split the trio up. Jonathan bent at the knees and leapt up from the ledge and into the air up to the window. He grabbed on to the casing and easily pulled himself in. He then looked over to Rebecca, "What? Never seen a man jump to a window before?" He chuckled a bit knowing that she'd be wondering what was up, but he walked over to a fire hose box anyway.
He used his elbow to smash the glass and pull out the hose within and tossed it down for Luis to grab on to. The only down side was that it didn't go all of the way down due to it being halfway across the room."You're going to have to jump and grab the nozzle and I will hoist you up." It was at that moment that the undead could be seen crowding beneath the ledge, "Hurry."
The below reached upward desperately wanting a taste of flesh with their gaping, rotting mouths and their deep, low moans. It was a sight to behold....nearly twenty or more all crowding one space for one soul. It was sad. Jonathan smiled a cocky grin anyway, adjusting his sunglasses once more and saying loud enough for only Rebecca to hear, "Hmmm....where's crowd control when you need them?"
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Post by Evening in Missoula on May 9, 2010 22:31:16 GMT -5
Rebecca was looking over a desk, running her hands lightly and delicately over some papers left there. Touching them as though they were antique and would crumble if she wasn't careful with them. The papers were signed with a name, Aaron Jacobs. Rebecca frowned, poor guy didn't even get to finish his paperwork. She looked over them a bit longer Before she noticed an unfinished word scramble in the newspaper on the desk. There was one that hadn't been done. It had been circled a few times and a question mark had been drawn next to it. Ubatshfibtitiicdioailnoniru. How mean of those puzzle makers. She thought, even though she knew what word it was. She hadn't learned it until she was 15 years old though. That month when she wouldn't read anything that wasn't Shakespeare. "Honorificabilitudinitatibus." She murmured and grabbed his pen and finished it in memory of the man who had at one point worked at this desk.
As soon as she'd finished scratching the letters down she turned her head to see how the men were faring in getting up. She'd offer her scarf much they were probably more than 170 pounds. She stepped towards the window. "Are you guys oka-?" She began to ask, but was cut off by Casper the not-so-friendly ghost leaping in through the window. Rebecca stumbled back and nearly fell, What was that? That was a 10 foot jump! She grabbed the desk to steady herself. "Wha- H-How did you?!" She stared at him, flabbergasted.
"What? Never seen a man jump to a window before?"
Rebecca stammered, having nothing to say to that. No, no she hadn't. She had never seen a man jump ten feet from a ledge in through a third story window. Check that off the list. She shook it off and watched him wheel the hose over to Louis out the window. At least she could count on good ol' Louey to be normal and not some kind of crazy kangaroo. She took out her new, pretty gold revolver and leaned against the wall next to Jonathan, looking it over. It really did look like a piece of jewelry.
"Hmmm....where's crowd control when you need them?" He purred cockily. She rolled her eyes and pushed off the wall. "They died off with the rest of Raccoon City. Come on Lou, get up before you get hurt!" The difference in her tone when she talked to Jonathan to when she was talking to Louis was remarkable. To the ghost she was harsh and sharp, but to Louis she was kind and almost worried. Taking the exam light out of her bag, she stepped away from the wall and started looking around. "I'm gonna go explore... you'd better make sure that Lou gets up here safely." She headed off into a darker hall, walking carefully. Upon exploring the third room she heard a low, quiet moan and whipped around. She knew full well what that meant. There was an infected in this level. It sounded weak but she needed to find it before it hurt someone.
She followed the moaning eventually to a dark file storing room. With a deep breath she stepped inside and looked around. "Erruuuggghhhhh....." She tensed a bit, it was definitely in here. Following the moaning it lead her to the back of the room, where a bunch of file cabinets had been knocked over. Underneath one of them was a badly decayed zombie. It was stuck on it's back and reaching for her, but it couldn't make it because the cabinets had it's legs pinned. "Ugh.." The stench was terrible and it made her retch a little. She aimed her shiny new revolver and fired. One shot to the head did it and the infected stopped moving. She sighed, catching sight of the reflection of her light on what seemed to be a wallet sticking out of it's pocket. Curiosity getting the best of her, she slowly reached down and grabbed it. Opening it, she saw an ID. Aaron Jacobs. With a sigh, she looked down at him. "...Well, Aaron... I figured out that puzzle for you." She stood up and looked around the room with her light, noticing a seam in the ceiling. A seam with a rope hanging down. If they needed to get higher, that's where they'd go. "The answer was Honorificabilitudinitatibus. It means honorableness." Slipping his ID into her bag for safe keeping, she turned quickly and returned to the men, who had gotten Louis into the room.
"I found the way into the attic." She said quickly. "If I'm remembering the floor plans from the plaque I was looking at, the attic leads to the rooftop, where we can gain access to the fire escape. The fire escape which is on the opposite side of the building from where the infected are swarming. Unless you've got a better plan I suggest we go with that."
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Post by Winters on May 10, 2010 0:06:08 GMT -5
After listening to Jonathan speak, Louis had his own sense of realism in his words. Since the start of the outbreak, hes been for the most part on his own. It wasnt really until he met Rebecca that he decided to make such a bold move and actually stick with her. It wasnt because of her age, it wasnt because of her assistance. It was something else that remained a question. Perhaps one day the answer will come to him, but until then, they would have to live with just being partners in this fight for survival.
Louis watched as Jonathan ran to the window, and in a fluent motion, jumped up and climbed through up the top floor with ease. It never ceased to amaze him, but it definiteley wasnt something he saw everyday. Putting away the revolver into his jacket pocket tightly, Louis jogged over to the window, and then looked up. He saw a fire hose fall down, and then Jonathan call to him about grabbing on. Well well well, what a thoughtful fellow he was. There was definitely a reason he was keeping Louis alive, or even paying this much attention to him. But without thinking about it too much, Louis jumped up onto the window frame, and then used the side wall to kick up and grab the end of the makeshift rope with his good arm. In an almost instant, he was hoisted up to the next floor, and given an arm to boost himself in. Nodding in thanks to Jonathan quietly, Louis watched the man stretch and crack his shoulder. "Looks like we have something else in common. I work alone, myself..."
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Post by Colonel Mystery on May 10, 2010 12:12:51 GMT -5
Jonathan nodded briefly in acknowledgment of what Luis had said and then looked down at his arm. When he had elbowed the glass to shatter it, some had stuck into his skin blood ran slowly down his arm. He ripped the sleeve off of his right arm and picked the glass out as he made his way to where Rebecca was. Once the glass was out of his arm, he looked up at her.
"Found a way out," he asked with a smile as he entered the cluttered and rather destroyed room. He looked at the undead on the floor with a single bullet in it's head and he looked over at Rebecca surprised, "So...you aren't as big a powder-puff as I once thought. Good job." He then looked up at the seam leading to the attic. "Nice, let's just hope that the floor ceiling will hold us up. But....nice job spotting that."
He then walked outside back to where Luis was, "She's found a way out through a doorway leading into the attic. You know....she may be half my age and all, but....I think I love her." Jonathan then smirked and motioned for Luis to follow him back into the room where Rebecca was waiting. He had never complimented her skills at all up until this point, but with the end so close in sight, he felt the need to. Not like congratulating another person, but more like a dog that had found the rabbit that had been shot or returned when called. Either way, she did have some skill...only time would tell if her skill was up to the challenge ahead.
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Post by Quinton Nedo on May 10, 2010 15:46:17 GMT -5
(I was wondering if i could join the RP if not just tell me so and i will delete my post)
Quinton turns around to the sound of shattering glass.
"Sounded like it was coming from the sheriffs department." Quinton says to himself
Quinton turns around and starts to jog to the sheriff department.
"Hope no one is in danger." Quinton says to himself nervously reaching around for his M9 Finding the door he leans against the wall and opens the door quietly and slowly makes his way down the hall to the holding cells. Taking note of the barricaded stairs and not finding anything near the holding cells Quinton walks back outside trying to listen for sounds.
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Post by Evening in Missoula on May 10, 2010 16:30:28 GMT -5
Rebecca retreated back to the room with Jonathan following a bit farther behind. While she waited for them to get there, she pulled the swinging handle for the attic hatch and unfolded the stairs. When Jonathan caught up, she ignored his comments and brushed off his surprise at Aaron's corpse.
"I told you, having a heart doesn't mean that I'm completely inept."
Untying the knot from her scarf, she tied it around her face once more to filter the attic air. Attics were a breeding ground for mold, and since this place was up in the mountains like this and it looked decently old, there was the possibility of asbestos insulation. Asbestos had been linked to cancer, and even though that was the least of her concerns right now, the young Biology major was keeping her bases covered. She tied the mask on just as Jonathan was turning to go tell Louis about her find, and the plan. There was blood on his arm, and it seemed fresh. The cuts were little, but there were quite a few of them, and it looked a mess. With a huffy sigh, she opened her bag and pulled out the first aid kit, taking out the gauze wrap, first aid spray, and a pair of latex gloves. She first put on the gloves, then she leaned on the ladder and waited for them to get back.
"She's found a way out through a doorway leading into the attic. You know....she may be half my age and all, but....I think I love her."
Rebecca rolled her eyes as she heard them approach and got up. What a wise-cracker. Truly hilarious, this one. She met the men at the door and stood sternly, looking at Jonathan. Curse her for having such a big heart, but he'd helped them out a bit and she couldn't let his arm look a mess like that. "Extend your arm and don't move." She commanded softly, holding his arm in place and looking the cuts over. She pulled out one or two shards he may have missed before cleaning it, sterilizing it, and wrapping it up good and tight to stop the bleeding. For someone so young she was surprisingly good with first aid, as proved already by her expert stitch job on Louis' arm back at the hospital. Finishing with a breath of release she pulled off her gloves, couldn't have herself touching his blood if she could help it, and tossed them aside, then put her supplies away. Then she headed for the attic stairs, giving no further explanation than, "You may be some kinda crazy kangaroo ghost, Casper, but we can't have you bleeding all over the place." She looked back at Louis to make sure he was doing okay, but he always was and she didn't see anything to worry about, so she started up the ladder to the attic.
Stepping into the attic, she shined her light around cautiously and continued in. The floor seemed sturdy enough, and considering there were some pretty heavy-looking boxes of papers and such stacked in here, it seemed as though it was stable enough. She kept alert and looked everywhere something could hide. It was all clear, so she spoke down to the men, "Come on up, the attic's fine."
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Post by Winters on May 10, 2010 20:36:36 GMT -5
Louis didnt speak, he was busy looking around at the place. Seemed like a bunch of old records and the like, this floor was much older looking then the bottom. Maybe it was because it hasnt been refurbashed or anything, and retained its old feel from back in the mid 80's. It smelled like Joeys house, has the same feel. But it was way out in the middle of nowhere regardless, nice and private aside from the infected.
After seeing that Jonathan has broken glass in his arm, and Rebecca was helping him about, it looked very different watching him actually let her that close to him. But in no way did he think the man was going soft, he had much, much worse done to him. From a certain somebody. It was unique to see the pair talking, the only times that Louis had saw Jonathan was in a fit of rage, fighting Joey. He was there when it all happened, he was there when the scenario unfolded. And he would be there til the end of either of them. Louis wondered when Jonathan would be running off on his own to go find Raine, it was a matter of time. Or if he was sticking around for a longer period of time, maybe this was Louis' chance to leave. But he couldnt just abandon Rebecca like that, Jonathan could, however, and probably had thoughts about it that put Louis on edge. "Right..." He answered Rebecca.
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