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Post by sherlock on Mar 29, 2013 15:40:13 GMT -5
This man hadn't tried hurting him, or been mean to him just yet. That made him grin even more than he could, which actually was hurting his face to do so. Still, he waved again. "Hi!" He cheerfully called out, pausing for a second to glance behind him then turned back to the man. "Will you be my friend?" He asked with a smile, hoping to god that this man would be nice to him.
He reached around to his backpack and pulled out a messed up unsorted pile of Pokemon cards and raised them up high with both arms like King Arthur would do with Excalibur.
"Wanna trade Pokemon Cards?" He didn't know if this man would be carrying Pokemon Cards or not. But there was always the possibility that he would. If not, Bobbert wasn't one to think in one mind set. "I have Yu-Gi Oh and Dragon Ball Z too! Do you like Potatoes?" The follow up question was added without much thought. He was just eager to make a new friend.
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Post by oddssey21 on Mar 29, 2013 16:28:53 GMT -5
With a cock of his eyebrow, William Slowly nodded his head. He was surprised at the man/childs ability to trust so quickly. There must be no trace of paranoia or distrust in his body.
"Sorry, i dont have any... cards," he tactifullly spoke to the man/child. "but may i ask what you are doing out here by your self?"
What could possibly go wrong with this hulk if he implore him some questions?
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Post by sherlock on Mar 29, 2013 16:38:18 GMT -5
"Awwww... He frowned a little bit, placing the cards back into his pack before turning to face the man again. With a puzzled expression, Bobbert tried to think of what he was doing. "Uhhhh....uhhhhh....uhhhh. I'm looking for Pokemon on my way to Utah. Have you seen any Pikachu's? Or perhaps a Charmander?"
Without waiting for a response, he jumped up, incredibly excited. "You didn't answer me mister..." He narrowed his eyes a bit at the man, only the slightest hint of elevation could be heard in his voice.
"Will you be my friend mister axe person and not bully or be mean to me like everybody else? I'll be a good boy, I swear!" He nodded confidently, shifting weight from one leg to the other.
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Post by oddssey21 on Mar 29, 2013 17:15:16 GMT -5
"Oh, yea, sure, whats your name, young man?" Will studdered, trying to think of what Utah was like from his memory. If anything, nothing was good. But who was he fooling, world was not much better anywhere.
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Post by sherlock on Mar 29, 2013 18:16:40 GMT -5
"Bobbert!!!!!" He grinned sheepishly. "Your so nice mister, what's your name?" He hopped back and forth from either leg while standing over the Big Wheel. Quite odd for a physically imposing man such as himself.
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Post by oddssey21 on Mar 29, 2013 18:59:28 GMT -5
" Ah, bobbert, now Thats a name, my name is Mr. Ashlen" William said with struggled, but near genuine ethusiasm. one thing that instantly troubled the him about bobbert was his yelling, it struck will astounding that he had made it this far, but who is he to question, he is still alive. But the yelling did not go unheard, as in the distance, will could see the forming of shuffling, groaning corpses moving like a brooke around overturned cars and rubble to their next meal. The rain picked up its pace for dramtic effect, like the rainmaker had some sense of humor or something. Will scanned the area around him and saw the old neon vancancy sign of a cheap one night motel.
"hey bobbert," he said, putting his hands on his knees as if to say something important. " lets check out that motel, would not want to catch a cold out here.
it was not the only thing he was afraid to catch out here.
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Post by sherlock on Mar 31, 2013 12:15:45 GMT -5
"Okay mister Ashen!" Bobbert hopped onto his "Vehicle" in the same position as before. "Are you a Teacher, Mister? And you can hop on and ride with me if you'd like?" This was Bobbert's way of showing kindness and friendship.
"Thank you so much for being my friend Mister, I promise I'll never ever ever ever let you down!" He was happy for the first real time in ages.
They continued towards the Motel
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Post by oddssey21 on Mar 31, 2013 13:10:21 GMT -5
" oh, thank you bobbert, i can walk, need the cardio" William said whimfully, just praying to get into hiding before something, hell even someone if someone is out there. " and yes, i was a teacher, but it has been a long time..." He said keeping pace with Bobberts "pedaling", the past going before his now glazed look. As they approach the entrance of the motel, William glanced over to the main office, its decripited door with a boot shaped hole near the door knob. " Hey bobbert, take a look around, i am gonna look in the office for any cool stuff" he said rather relaxed in the currently esclating situation that could occure (i am attempting to make a segway for Project to join us)
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Post by Hyani Rei Tsukasa on Mar 31, 2013 23:23:33 GMT -5
Jeeja opened the door to a motel office she had seen during her search for shelter. she stepped in softly, in a slight crouch and carefully shut the door behind her, the light dimming slightly. A stuffy, non-air conditioned smell drifted into her nose. To be expected from a neglected building, but not entirely too potent. Room keys hanging on the wall to the left as she advanced further into the motel office. Taking her eyes from her gun she looked to the ground, seeing a large trail of dried blood leading to the back room. Carefully examining the trail she noticed it looked to be from a body that had been dragged...
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Post by oddssey21 on Apr 1, 2013 12:55:43 GMT -5
As Willam Approached the door, he could faintly hear the soft patting of footsteps. Not heavy ones like the one that could belong to someone like this new addition to his group of one. They where light, filled with caution like someone alerted, with the owner being of lighter qualities. He pulled out his small hand pistol and carefully looked through the hole in the door. as he looked, he saw the poof of dust as something closed the doors. He hoped it was not some of the B.O.Ws he had heard about from a man out west. With a deep breath, he whistled as similar to a bird ( not quite) to Bobbert, gesturing to him to come near and be quiet.
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Post by sherlock on Apr 3, 2013 12:34:12 GMT -5
He nodded confidently to Mr. Ashen and searched around for anything suspicious--which really was just him inspecting a broken jump rope on the ground of the lot for anything suspicious--and turned his head with interest towards his new "Best Friend" whom whistled for him. Cautiously, the man in his mid-fifties crept up to where his companion was.
"Maybe there will be someone who wants to play a game?" He whispered, rather optimistically in his tone as he held his crowbar gripped in one hand, eyes quickly darting to his Big Wheel in the parking lot, then back to the door.
He was very scared around guns, his mother had told him that they were bad. He agreed with her.
[[ OOC: Sorry, been unactive for a little bit, life, y'know? ]]
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Post by oddssey21 on Apr 3, 2013 16:16:15 GMT -5
"Maybe they do bobbert" he said with false optimism. He glanced back at bobbert, and saw his wide, child like eyes eyeing the piece he held firmly on his hand with worry
"Don't worry, it's just a precaution," he said grinning at the lad. He turned back his head to the matter at hand, his face turning emotionless as he quickly paced to the door, putting the muzzle of the gun at what he guessed would be at least near the mystery behind the door. He nervously shifted his eyes to the ground as he shifted his shoes in the formed skid of blood and dried flesh below him. With a quick breath and with a swift shove, he threw open the door, eyes darting behind the sites of his Pistol looking for any form of danger....
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Post by Hyani Rei Tsukasa on Apr 5, 2013 0:59:57 GMT -5
Jeeja heard the office door swing open and she immediately rolled for cover behind the office counter frimly grasping her magnum. breathing heavily she wasn't scared but more curious what could have opened a door that way zombies couldn't turn door knobs.... or could they? She spoke out in her soft child-like voice "Hello, If you are human please state your name and agree to hold your fire..." she waited for an answer.
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Post by sherlock on Apr 5, 2013 11:08:15 GMT -5
"OH MY GOD THERE"S SOMEBODY INSIDE!!!!!!!" He screamed, crouching behind his new best friends legs, grasping them tightly from behind as tears began to flow wildly. "PLEASE MISTER OR MISSES DON'T HURT ME I'M A GOOD BOY I'M ONLY FIFTY-FIVE I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!!!" He screamed out, letting go of his friends legs before rolling backwards onto the ground.
"PLEASE DON'T KILL ME MISTER OR MISSESES, I'M A GOOD BOY, I SWEAR!"
He was just incredibly unpredictable. The tension build up was just too much for him to handle.
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Post by Hyani Rei Tsukasa on Apr 6, 2013 13:17:32 GMT -5
"Fiffty- Fiv...what the.. uh Hello?" Jeeja said very confused about the identity of the man on the other side of the counter. "Do you agree to hold your fire?.....are you alone?" She started thinking to herself..... *Fifty - five but the mentality of a child she gripped her gun tightly as she waited for an answer, she was so tired of fighting it seemed like forever since she had rest somewhere ever since she had got separated from her original convoy.
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