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Post by Colonel Mystery on May 10, 2010 21:02:50 GMT -5
Jonathan watched silently as Rebecca cleaned, sanitized and bandaged him up. Though Jonathan had an impressive healing rate and didn't particularly require such aid from her, he was impressed by her knowledge of first aid. When she started up the ladder, he even cracked a satisfied smile up at her as he looked down at the bandaged arm. It looked low a nurse had done it and he felt no more pain, of course....he had probably already healed by then, but he would leave the bandage on so as to not shock her at his healing ability and also to not hurt her feelings.
He followed her up the ladder into the attic without a second guess. Halfway up, he looked down at Luis, but said nothing, then looked back up into the darkness above and up. He could see well in the dark, thanks to his "gift" given him by Umbrella. Not Umbrella so much as his own personal work, but still. Even through the sunglasses he could see perfectly. He went over to Rebecca, making sure to stand on the wood that didn't look like it had gotten wet. He wore nothing over his mouth because there was nothing that he could contract and the fiberglass shards from the old insulation would cut his lungs, but they would heal just as fast, so there was no worry.
"Thank you," he stated, looking at her, "you have some skill with first aid, that's for sure." He then cracked a smirk before pointing over toward a light in the distance, "That's where we need to go, I'd assume. That will lead us into another part of this floor and we can hopefully make our way to the watch tower from there." He then had an unnerving feeling and with his hearing, heard a disticnt crack, "Come here!" He then grabbed Rebecca around the waist with one arm and pulled her back as the part of the floor she was standing on collapsed leaving a decent sized hole looking into an office below.
His sunglasses had fallen off to the floor with the sudden action and he looked over to Rebecca with his fiery red eyes showing, "That was too close." He then reached down and put his sunglasses back on. "We'll have to be more careful about where to stand." He almost didn't believe that he had helped her, but she had helped him, so he found it only nice to help her back.
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Post by Evening in Missoula on May 10, 2010 21:44:55 GMT -5
Rebecca continued to look around carefully as the other two men made their ways up into the attic. Unlike them, she wasn't thinking or worrying about when in the future they would separate. It was something that she should probably be putting consideration into, but she just wasn't. Becca was by herself most of the time in her normal pre-outbreak life, and even when she was around people she spent a lot of time in her head. Now, in the apocalypse, not much had changed. And she'd only been with people for the past few days, Louis primarily. If they were to ditch her in the mountains, go their own separate ways, it would be more a return to normal. But she had grown a little attached to Louis, mostly because of the fact that he'd stuck around and made an effort to keep her safe. As much as she didn't like being treated like a kid, being looked after like a partner was nice.
Instead of thinking about all of these things, she found herself letting her curiosity get the best of her. She snooped about in the attic, paying less attention to where the next door or where her footing was and more attention to what she was looking at. So when Jonathan walked up next to her, she jumped.
"Thank you, you have some skill with first aid, that's for sure." She nodded, acknowledging the compliment, and toyed with the idea of flaunting her education. But it was uncharacteristic and she pushed that idea out of mind immediately. "That's where we need to go, I'd assume. That will lead us into another part of this floor and we can hopefully make our way to the watch tower from there." She nodded and took a step forward, immediately feeling a change in the consistency of the floorboards beneath her. There was a crack, she wasn't quick enough to react. She was gonna fall. But she didn't.
Surprisingly, Jonathan had grabbed her about the waist and pulled her out of harms way. She stammered for a moment as she looked down at the gaping hole. Then she immediately pushed his hand off of her waist and took a few steps away from him. Once an awkward shut in, always an awkward shut in. Old habits die hard. "That was too close." Too close indeed, for a girl who spent the majority of her life in a library. Stammering a little more, she pushed her hair behind her ear. "U-uh, yeah, thanks for the, um, thanks for that. Yeah..." She started walking again, towards the door, not letting herself get distracted by her general surroundings this time. Too bad, because when she opened the door, a body fell out and knocked her on her bottom. She let out a loud yelp, having let herself be surprised like that by not keeping her guard up. The body was very clearly dead, as Rebecca could notice pallor, algor, rigor and livor mortis. Though it couldn't have been dead for too long as there was minimal decomposition. She shoved it off of her quickly and stood up, brushing herself off. "Um, this way then.."
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Post by Winters on May 10, 2010 22:11:16 GMT -5
After seeing Jonathan help Rebecca with the falling floorboard, Louis crouched down, distributing his own weight as much as possible, before seeing which sections had been damaged. He used to build these kinds of floors, and was quite capable of pointing out which had surffered from decomposition. Looking between the mod ridden wood, he could see that most of the place was holding together well enough, it was just an unlucky spot for Rebecca to fall through. The rest of it was in tact enough to support up to 250lbs, which meant that should probably keep there distance from eachother while in the attic. But there was no risk as they moved across, everything seemed good enough.
Louis pointed his gun once the door opened and he saw the infected fall out, he was ready to fire a shot, too. Perhaps it was a little quick of him to jump to a conclusion that she had been attacked, but this kind of paranoia couldnt be helped at a time like this. A balcony awaited them once they reached the next room, the watchtower stairs were probably circled around on the other side.
Following Jonathan and Rebecca, Louis still kept his mouth closed. It was like he didnt exist, he was a ghost, just looking over the situation from a collective frame of mind. Once they reach the tower, then what? He wasnt going to rely on calling for an extraction chopper, he just assumed that one of them had an idea, so he just followed through. Maybe this was the time to give his thoughts, professionally, and as a follower. "The sun is going down, maybe it would be best to stay here for the night. Jonathan, theres a reason were out here. Rebecca and I are going to visit somebody, whom I think youd be interested in meeting, further up the mountain. If we made tracks, we could make it before midnight..."
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Post by Colonel Mystery on May 10, 2010 22:45:33 GMT -5
Luis made a valid point. The sun was going down and the good idea was for them to stay some place for the night. In Jonathan's experience, moving in the night was dangerous - especially with so many infected waiting around outside somewhere. He turned to Luis, "We should hole up in the watch tower for the night and move in the morning. Trying to navigate the forest in the dark with so many undead would be suicide. The watchtower will be the safest place to stay." He nodded toward Luis before turning back around and moving onward toward the light.
Upon further inspection, Jonathan looked down. It was a vent opening. He turned to the others, "wait here. I'll take a look." He then kicked the vent covering in and it fell to the floor below with a clatter. He then took in a breath and jumped down into the opening to the floor below landing on his toes. He then looked around. He was in a hallway that was dimly lit, but from what Jonathan could tell, no undead were there. He listened for a moment to be certain before calling up, "It's clear. Come on down."
He then walked over to a door and opened it, noticing it lead to a small staircase going upward. It had to be the way to the tower which meant that if they blocked that door, they would be safe for the night....assuming there were no undead in the tower, in which case they would be trapped and have to fight and let's face it...sleeping around the dead isn't an easy task at all.
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Post by Evening in Missoula on May 10, 2010 23:02:04 GMT -5
Calmed down a little bit, Rebecca found no flaws in the mens' logic. She followed after Jonathan, sitting down with her legs hanging through before hopping in herself. Being no acrobat, she landed weird, catching herself with her bad arm and letting out a noticeable hiss of pain. "Gah!" Standing up, she gripped her arm tightly. Once they had downtime she'd need to look at it, see what she could to to fix this. She released her bad arm and tried not to move it, taking out her Browning and heading up the winding staircase. It was narrow and made her a little claustrophobic, but she bared it. The quicker they cleared the area, the quicker she could rest. And she needed to rest to get a good look at her arm.
Reaching the top of the watchtower, she scanned the room carefully, gun at the ready. The room was small, but the lack of furniture and cleared out floor made it seem spacious. There wasn't much space to hide anything in the room and so the scan was over with quickly. She let out a sigh of relief. "It's clear!" She hollered down, gritting her teeth a bit. Her arm was throbbing. She hopped onto a table and crossed her legs, setting her bag down beside her. Taking out her light she started to look it over. That arm was pretty heavily bruised now. There was a bruise where the undead had grabbed her, a bruise around the shoulder socket and a bruise already there from the car accident. Not to mention the scabbed over gash, also from the accident. Her left side in general was not in very good condition. She sighed and pulled her scarf away from her face, staring at her arm. Maybe she had something in her bag to make the overnight stay more bearable...
At this point, she was trusting the men to get the door barricaded.
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Post by Winters on May 10, 2010 23:40:27 GMT -5
Following Jonathan and Rebecca downwards into the lower floor, Louis jumped and grabbed onto the edge of the gap, letting his body level out before dropping in a crouch unharmed. Noticing Rebecca hold her arm in discompfourt, there wasnt much she could do about joint pain. "Arm bothering you..?" His own arm was stinging everytime he used it, but it was healing up rather quickly since it gotten proper treatment. As they reached the room, Louis reached inside of his pocket, and passed a bottle of high grade painkillers he had gotten from his friend just days earlier. "Here, take two of these. Itll take down the pain long enough for you to get some rest and not be bothered by your arm. Theres only two left, so you take them."
The sacrifice didnt work in his favor, but are if it did, then it wouldnt be a sacrifice. The two painkillers wouldve easily taken down the pain in his own arm, but he felt it was more appropriate for Rebecca to take them instead. Louis more then likely wouldnt even be getting to sleep that night, he wasnt tired at all. As Rebecca gotten comfourtable in the watchtower, Louis took a glance over at Jonathan who was looking at the surroundings using his acute vision, almost like he was searching for something. "How about I take one for the team and keep watch for the night down below...? Ill be fine, not that youd ever worry about me. If anything comes up, ill wake you two, sound golden?"
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Post by Colonel Mystery on May 10, 2010 23:59:44 GMT -5
Luis was right, Jonathan didn't really care if anything happened to him, but if he was willing to keep a look out through the night, then that was a plus. Jonathan, also, wasn't going to sleep much if any at all. Over the number of years, he had learned to operate with very little sleep. He didn't require it, but it was a pleasant luxury every now and them. He nodded to Luis, "If that's what you want to do. I'll be up here. Just yell if you need anything, though you shouldn't. Stay alert." He then walked from the window where he was standing combing the horizon as the sun went down behind the mountain and toward the corner where he sat down.
He looked over to Rebecca, knowing that she had hurt her arm, but it was nothing life threatening so he didn't pay it too much attention. The girl, to be honest, was rubbing off on him and he was beginning to appreciate her skills, but at the same time he didn't want to tolerate her snide contempt towards him. Helping him with his arm was the nicest thing she had done since he had run into them both, which reminded him.
He looked down at the bandage and carefully removed it and revealed the flawless skin beneath where cuts had once been. Jonathan smirked at his healing ability and tossed the bandage down before cracking his knuckles and looking at Rebecca more. He sighed before getting up and walking over to her, "Do you need anything? I mean...you landed hard on that arm. No need in you staying in constant pain, now is there?"
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Post by Evening in Missoula on May 11, 2010 0:28:18 GMT -5
Rebecca took the pills from Louis with surprise. "Thanks, Lou." She said, giving him a soft smile, but she didn't put them in her mouth. Instead she stared at them for a moment holding them as Louis went to stand on sentry duty. She chewed on her lip, mulling over whether to take them or not. They were strong painkillers, and they'd take her pain away entirely, but did she need them as badly as Louis did?
"Do you need anything? I mean...you landed hard on that arm. No need in you staying in constant pain, now is there?"
She was pulled out of her own thoughts by Jonathan's comment, and looked up at him, blinking bit with wide eyes, like he'd pulled her out of a daydream. She looked back down at the pills. "Lou gave me these for the pain..." She twisted her expression a bit, still mulling it over. "But I don't need them as much as he does. He won't admit it, but his arm must still hurt from that gash and the stitches... I mean, it's still healing... mine's just bruises. Maybe a sprain at worst..." She was a bit tired and her voice was much softer and kinder than before. She shook her head. "I'm not taking these. Lou needs them if he's gonna be standing guard."
She looked over at Jonathan as she set the pills down and started to rummage around in her bag. "There is something you can help me with though." She started as she pulled out a latex tourniquet and handed him her flashlight. "Hold this please. I need both my hands." Once he had the light held steady, she tied the tourniquet tight around her arm and pulled it taught with her teeth before she took out a needle and a small glass bottle of a diluted non-narcotic pain reliever she'd stolen from the hospital. It wouldn't be nearly as effective as the pills would have been, but it would take the edge off. She measured an exact amount into the sterile syringe before plunging the needle into her arm and injecting herself with it. She winced at the injection, but found the vein on her first try. Pulling out the needle, she took off the tourniquet and flexed her arm a bit. That felt a little better, she'd have to give Louis his pills so he could take them.
As she put everything away, she looked at Jonathan. "Thanks, that's a bit better." She noticed his lack of a wrap, and in the dim lighting it seemed as though his injury was completely gone. Hmm, interesting.. She picked up the pills and handed them to him. "One more thing, um, can you go and make sure Lou takes these. He's stubborn, but he needs it..." Once Jonathan returned, she scooted over on the table, careful of her arm, so he could sit down. "So... um... I'm Rebecca Schroeder. I'm 19 years old, going on 20 and I was a Biology/Virology major in my third year of college before all of this hell... Who are you? And don't say 'a ghost' because that's not an answer, that's a dodge." She asked hesitantly, leaning back against the wall and letting her arm rest limp on her lap.
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Post by Winters on May 11, 2010 1:09:23 GMT -5
"Yeah, I always am..." Louis responded to Jonathan before leaving the watchtower. As he walked slowley down the steps, he listening through the cracks in the walls, a light window gusting through, breezing against his skin. It would have felt good on his arm if it wasnt for the thick leather jacket, but it kept him warm in the cold air on the balcony of the department. He sat down against the wall, holding up his legs to give them a good stretch, listening to the infected down below him. They didnt take notice of him, only mindlessly wandering around, searching for something to eat. It would be soon they would all have flooded in and out of the station, barely making any noise at all.
As the sun quickly dropped behind the treeline, it cast a line of shadows across his face. But suddonley, there was a noise coming from the stairs. Quickly jumping to his feet, Louis aimed his revolver toward the darkened shadows, not hearing anymore movement until a voice echoed into his ear. "The girl wanted you to have these. I suggest you take them, dont think for even a second that I cant sense your pain, Louis..." As Jonathan spoke, Louis put his gun down, holstering it back inside his jacket. He was a little on edge, reacting this harshly to even the smallest of sounds. The pain was bothering him, even though the wound was taken care. Walking forward, he grabbed the bottle of painkillers from Jonathan, and then replied. "Shes gonna need plenty of sleep for tomorrow."
"Which brings me to my next question. That fool Joeys house in the mountains, right? Thats where you two were headed? Havent seen that rundown shack in quite a long time. You said you were meeting somebody, just who might that be?" Louis had popped both of the remaining pills into his mouth, swallowing them with his own saliva. As he heard Jonathan speak, he just laughed, and then turned to the wall, still chuckling. "Oh, I guess you havent heard, then... Well, lets not ruin the surprise then, huh? Haha..." By this time, Jonathan had moved behind him, and put his fist into the concrete wall beside Louis' face. "...Dont play games with me, Louis."
After collecting himself, Louis turned to face Jonathan, who retracted his arm, and tensed his muscle. Some things in life were best appriciated seen, not heard. It might have been a little too perfect for Jonathan to comprehend, but Joeys father was in down, all alone in the Doucette home. Louis felt like he was betraying the guy, but it would certainly make things interesting when the trio arrived at the house. "Take a f*cking chill pill, alright? Just trust me, its worth the wait." After speaking, Jonathan back away from Louis, showing off a very simple and rusty grin, but still retained a serious tone as he moved back into the shadows. "Just remember, if you trying to make me angry, your playing with your own life. I will kill you... Your of little to no importance to me, same goes for your little friend upstairs. Just thought I should make myself clear..."
Listening to his words, Louis nodded, but it wasnt caught by Jonathan when he walked back into the watchtower. Louis understood every word of it, its just that he was scared. This wasnt about sides, there were no good guys and bad guys in his world. There were just the people that mattered, and the people that didnt. Louis put himself in the grey area of the two, and if there was no grey area in others' plan, he would create it.
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Post by Colonel Mystery on May 11, 2010 1:33:42 GMT -5
The talk from before with Luis still peaked Jonathan's interests and he was anxious to find out what lie waiting in Joey's house....he hoped it was Joey, or even better - Raine. He didn't want to eliminate Joey more than he did Raine. She had betrayed him and had to be eliminated. She wasn't stronger that him and could never hope to be. If they ever came in contact again, he wouldn't hesitate to kill her. He knew there were more like him in the world...but Raine was one that didn't deserve existence. When he came back into the room and talked with Rebecca, she had moved over to allow him to sit next to her so he did.
He listened to her introduce herself and explain her major in college and ask who he was. At first, he wanted to lie to her, but chose the better way and decided to tell her the truth...at least some of it, "My name...I haven't used it in so long.... Jonathan Ricklard. I, too, majored in Biology and Virology and received a Doctorate. I then worked for Umbrella as most people around here did. The nature of my work is.... well, not something you should worry with, but I do remember my two colleagues that worked with me and how I tried so desperately to outdo them."[/color] He smiled a bit thinking of the days working in the Arklay Research lab. "Since I am the only one alive, I will say that I have."
He smiled at his own success of finally outdoing his rivals and looked over at her, "But why don't you go ahead and ask me what I know has to be on your mind. The fact that I have no scars, can jump over ten feet vertically and have eyes redder than blood. I can tell by the look on your face that you want to know, so I will tell you this: I am NOT in any way a normal man. I haven't been for a long time. Don't ask me for any details because I won't give them to you...just suffice to know that I am far from helpless on my own and without weapons." He then leaned his head back to rest on the wall and closed his eyes beneath his glasses. He wouldn't sleep, but it felt good to relax a little bit.
"Enough about me....tell me about yourself," Jonathan declared, still leaning back, "you have peaked my curiosity."
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Post by Evening in Missoula on May 11, 2010 2:06:06 GMT -5
Rebecca stared at him as he spoke, it was one of her habits, just something that she did. If someone was addressing her directly she had a tendency to stare. It made a lot of people uncomfortable, but the habit persisted. She only broke her pale green stare when he stopped talking, then she tackled his speech bit by bit.
"Umbrella..." She looked down at her arm with a bit of a chuckle, rubbing the inside of her elbow to work the painkiller in more thoroughly. It seemed everyone had ties to that corporation. "You worked in something that I 'don't need to worry myself with'. So I can only assume that you worked with something classified and protected. Considering you have a doctorate in virology, it's safe for me to assume that you worked with level 4 hot viruses. Considering the corporation you worked for, the specific virus you worked on is the one that caused all this mess. And considering things I've seen and heard, I can assume that your work with this hot virus is the reason you are like you are, all red-eyed and kangaroo-ey." She closed her eyes, puzzles were something she enjoyed, and he'd given her enough pieces to figure out the gist of it. After a moment she looked over at him and smiled, moving on to talk about herself. She took another few long moments to figure out exactly what she was going to say before she actually opened her mouth to talk.
"In case you were wondering, the last time I was tested for it, my intelligence quotient was around 138... puzzles are my specialty, and you gave me enough pieces." She paused again to think, allowing the air to thicken. "For the most part I grew up in Raccoon City. My parents probably worked with you. George and Isabella Schroeder, they were virologists, research scientists for the Umbrella corporation. They lived on site, so I spent most of my time staying with my Aunt and Uncle in the city." She played with the too-small diamond bracelet clasped around her wrist absentmindedly, the one her father had given her when she was small. "They died in the first outbreak, back in '98. My Uncle was a cop, he had enough sense to keep me and my Aunt safe throughout all of that chaos. I already knew how to use a gun because of him. He raised me as his own daughter... When things returned to normal... well, as normal as they could get, I finished school-early, mind you- and took up studying viruses like my parents. That school had an amazing library, you can learn almost anything from books, y'know?" She chewed on her lip, literature was one thing she missed a lot.
"Um, when this outbreak came along, I was home on vacation from school. My Uncle tried to evacuate us but it didn't work out so well this time. The car got caught up in a huge pileup on the on-ramp to the freeway. They were killed almost immediately, I was luckier. Just got off with a few scratches and bruises here and there." She gestured to the numerous healing cuts and bruises on primarily the left side of her body. Then she took out her Browning and started to check it over, making sure it was in full working condition and reloading it. "This and the shotgun were my Uncle's. That's why I didn't trade up in the store room back there."
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Post by Colonel Mystery on May 13, 2010 11:03:21 GMT -5
Jonathan nodded as he listened to Rebecca come to conclusions about his own past, most of which was spot on, and detail parts of hers. It made sense now how a girl so young and petite, not to mention book-smart knew how to use a weapon as well as she did. Jonathan hadn't seen much of that in the past. Most of the researchers that had worked on the T-Virus couldn't use a weapon if it meant their lives.... ironically enough it did. They were just too book-smart and had very little, if any, common sense as he had heard his two colleagues talking about one day.
"That makes sense," he said in response to her final statement about why she didn't trade up on weapons while he stood up off of the table and removed his torn and dirty shirt. He wasn't much on wearing anything with holes and one sleeve anyway. He then hopped back on the table and looked over to her, "as for your parents....I didn't know them. There were hundreds of researchers working on that project beneath the three of us. The only people I came in contact with was a cold-hearted bastard, and if you think I'm bad he took the cake, though we are alike in many ways....must have been from working together for so long. The other colleague of mine was smart, but...well you had to know him." He sighed and shook the thought of the two of them out of his head. He knew for a fact that both were dead, one killed in the original outbreak in Raccoon City and the other eliminated by the BSAA. No need to dwell on them.
"So....how did a girl like you get stuck with Luis," Jonathan asked out of curiosity mainly rather than necessity. Thus far, she had managed to perplex him so he saw no reason not to add the that confusion, "let me guess... he saved you from a spot of danger?"
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Post by Evening in Missoula on May 13, 2010 14:15:08 GMT -5
"So....how did a girl like you get stuck with Luis, let me guess... he saved you from a spot of danger?"
"A girl like me?"
Rebecca rested her hands in her lap and leaned against the wall. She smiled amusedly with a bit of a laugh and shook her head. "I didn't 'get stuck with him'. I chose to stay. And you're confused, because it's the other way around. Met him about two days ago in a store, He got pinned by an infected and I helped him out. From there we went on to the Power Plant, I helped him bypass the security system and get the power back on. He neglected to tell me that he had a really bad wound on his shoulder, so we got him to the hospital and I fixed him up with some stitches..." She started to fiddle with her scarf, needing something to do with her hands. It was a nervous habit from long ago that she'd never been able to grow out of. She started knotting and unknotting the material as she spoke.
"He's hard-headed and rash, and he's strong but I think he needs me at least a little bit." She bit her lip, then winced as she remembered it was still split in the side. It bled a little and she licked it away, scrunching her face some. Blood always tasted like batteries. "Personally... I'm not used to being around people, like, at all. It's weird, people are weird, everyone acts in a different way depending on things that had happened to them in the past, and while there are a a lot of patterns, people are largely unpredictable. It's unnerving. But... Having someone in this with me, at least for now, it's comforting." She looked over at him, also curious. "So, how do you two know each other?"
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Post by Winters on May 13, 2010 16:05:22 GMT -5
Taking off his jacket, Louis lay it on the ground, removing everything from the pockets onto the floor beside it in order. His FNP .45 handgun, pack of four AA batteries, three 48 hour glow sticks, six magazines, two boxes of .45 rounds, each holding 34, and last but not least, a roll of high grade guntape. He had much more junk in his pockets before, but there was only the things that he would actually use more often, it saved room for the extra ammunition. Aswell, anything else he could pick up that would be useful. Everything was well put back inside his jacket, taking inventory was something he didnt really do often, Louis had actually forgotten about the glowsticks until now. They would have came in handy, too...
But there was more inside his right pocket, papers of all sorts. A little notepad, and a bunch of loose one, almost like a broken journal. A gust of wind picked up just then, and the whole lot was blow across the passage to the watchtower. Louis lept for some of them, only managing to grab onto a single piece, the rest of it all blown into the trees. "F*ck my life..." He was motivated to go down and get them, but leaving the post would be too risky, especially since he was keeping watch. Those papers were more important that anything else, but he made the choice to put Rebecca before them. Holding up the paper to the moonlight, he scanned the page, reading its contents in very poorly and quickly written ink.
Day 39. Between the moaning outside and the screaming across the hall, I cant seem to get any shuteye. It was sick and twisted for the first week, but not its just straight out annoying! Theyre not getting in, I have every bit of furniture up against the door, even the box spring matress blocking the way. All I have is my toolbox, and some canned beans, guess ill have to make them last me. Its been over a month, I dont think help is going to come for me, for anyone. Im surprised the building managed to last this long since the military bombed the streets, guess I was one of the lucky ones. I think I can still make out some helicopters flying back and forth every now and then throughout the night, no so much the daytime. If I didnt know any better, I would find a way to get their attention, but im sure theirs much more people like me that need saving. They wouldnt waste their time searching a place like this, im pretty much out of options myself. I think its about time I get out of this place, the canned beans wont last me any longer then two days, not without any water. Im too afraid to drink from the tap, its probably all polluted with the virus as well. Thats it, im breaking out tomorrow, not like I have any other options unless I wanna just sit here and starve to death.
Louis shook his head and laughed to himself, it took him back a good some odd years. Hard to believe hes gotten this far, its really baffling when you think about it. Folding the paper up and putting it back into one of his pockets, Louis would keep if as a memory of a time when things were much worse then they are now. It kept him strong willed, giving him a meaning to keep fighting on. "...Cant quit now, can I?"
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Post by Colonel Mystery on May 14, 2010 12:26:54 GMT -5
"Yes, a girl like you," Jonathan reiterated, only to have her chuckle and continue. He wasn't meaning a fancy, stylish, sophisticated girl or any compliment like that, he simply meant a girl so young and intelligent still being in the city was astounding. He listened to her explain how her and Luis met and why she stuck around him and he chuckled a bit interjecting, "Sounds to me like you are a bit sweet on Louis...though you may not be, I'm not going to assume that, I am just evaluating what I hear. But...just so you know, in my experience, relationships of any sort during a nightmarish hell like this only leads to destruction."
He thought for a moment about his and Raine's former relationship that had been utterly botched thanks to Joey....he thought back to when he tried to make Raine like him - changed, and stronger, however he was smarter and diluted the solution so that she could never be like him. All Raine had for her was slightly added strength and red eyes....she was NOTHING compared to what Jonathan was and would die along with Joey, though it was more Raine he was after than anything. Call it...tying up loose ends.
"So, how do you two know each other?"
"We have for some time now," Jonathan commented, "A year or more, I'd say....though I wouldn't go as far as to say that we know one another. We are mere acquaintances - nothing more. We are only working toward a common goal. Once we reach that goal...we will go our separate ways." It was at least some of the truth. Part of Jonathan wanted to kill Luis and Rebecca once they arrived to Joey and Raine and kill them, whenever that would be....but then again, Luis and Rebecca never really could be a threat to him or his plans, so it was possible that he would leave them be.
"Tomorrow will bring many revelations that will please both me and Luis, I believe, and no matter what happens... what I have planned will be fulfilled." He then slowly removed his sunglasses and laid them down next to him, but closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He wasn't going to sleep, but wanted Rebecca to feel more comfortable around him and to do that, he had to show that he trusted her enough to let her look him in the eyes - even if they were red.
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