@Lady Amalthea Would you kill me if I join with one character?
Or am I on the naughty list until I die elsewhere and have one less character? I have ideas and don't want to put them on paper unless you give me the go ahead. <.<
At Astrid's words of his stability he gave a firm and curt nod, save opening his mouth again before Neisha had departed fully. He'd only barely managed to keep his control moments before and in his unknown condition it was best not to irritate himself any further than could be helped. The last thing Astrid needed right now was for Victor to pass out and be unresponsive again. He ran a hand over his chest and took a deep breath in, feeling his heart beating and counting his ability to hold said breath. It was peculiar what had happened but not something that was entirely unknown to him. The only heart surgeon around who suffered from heart problems. How ironic would that be?
Glad that Neisha was finally gone, Victor lay in his bed and observed Astrid performing her duties admirably. When she walked over to him with the still of the x-ray he almost turned her away and told her to trust her judgement but as she was quite literally on her own for a while, he figured it was best to help in whatever way he could right now. Taking the still carefully and examining it with as much care and attention as he always would he smiled gently before speaking. "Oui, very good Astrid. Of course I expected nothing less from you." He handed the still back to her carefully and then heard young Kristina's voice.
"Oh me? Nothing mon cher, I am simply 'ere 'elping Astrid train. It was too warm in distillery for my old bones today." He smiled softly towards Kristina and, despite knowing what Astrid would say when they were in private, Victor began to remove the connections and needles from his arm and chest before swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He did not risk getting out of the bed but he sat there as if he hadn't a care in the world. He did not want to worry those in Newnan unduly, he could simply have had a bad fainting spell but in his heart (lol) he knew better than to assume.
As he sat upright he gave a gentle wave to Kristina and smiled as brightly as he possibly could. "See? Right as rain, pas de soucis."
mon cher = my dear pas de soucis - no worries
Svetlana Volkov
Location: On the road, behind the truck
Amelia jumping behind Ed was her signal that the culprits had came out of hiding. She had no idea how she was going to get out of this one and she had no idea who these people were but she knew one thing, they were not going to be friendly. She heard a male asking where they were from, well then, this is where her "inability" to speak English was either going to help her or kill her. She'd made the risk countless times previously and fortune had worked out in her favour. Hopefully the same could happen again, right now.
"YA ne ponimayu ni slova, chto vy govorite, vy nemytyye svin'ya. Otva 'li!" She spat on the ground away from herself but making it audible enough that they'd hear her. She figured they would have known she was there as they had been hiding in the tree line.
Without getting up from the truck, she pulled the hammer back on her pistol, Svetlana wasn't going to give up without some form of fight. She'd been through a lot in her years in this new world and she was never going to back down. She opened her mouth to yell profanities in her mother tongue but then Amelia actually opened her mouth and answered the damn question! Idiot girl. Although no sooner had she spoken than Ed looked as if he was doing some thinking which kind of made him look constipated from Svetlana's vantage point. Although when he said the word girl and then pointed at Amelia she perked a brow and then watched as he waved her toward the men that were responsible for their current predicament.
Well that was to be expected. She knew Ed was a moron but this was just taking the absolute cake. She literally hissed at Ed from her spot on the ground and then spat at his feet before cussing him out again. "YA nadeyus', chto oni treniruyutsya vash tunnel', dik kosiak." She'd had enough and she stood upright and aimed the gun right at Ed's head. She turned her head to look at the biker-esque man and frowned. He really did look like one of those men that would have a very tiny dog that sat on their shoulder before the world went to shit. She glared at the men that had came out of the tree line and counted them as she trained her gun on Ed's head. She knew they didn't give a shit about them but if she seemed unpredictable maybe they'd not want her anymore.
"Yesli vy ishchete chto-to, chtoby poyest', vzyat' yego. Uchityvaya razmer yego golovy on dolzhen sdelat' khoroshiy zharenoye." She looked to see if there were any clear paths in which she could make a run for it. "Krome togo, on imeyet ochen' bol'shuyu zadnitsu. Vy znayete... Boleye podushki dlya tolkaniya?" She smirked and then began to try and see which men had guns and which did not. She made sure to say things that made sense and weren't needless insults on the off chance that one of them knew Russian. She didn't want to take too many chances right now. She hoped that her speaking would cause them to hesitate enough for her to try and get a grip on what she was up against.
YA ne ponimayu ni slova, chto vy govorite, vy nemytyye svin'ya. Otva 'li! = I do not understand a word that you're saying, you unwashed pig. Fuck off! YA nadeyus', chto oni treniruyutsya vash tunnel', dik kosiak. = I hope that they train your tunnel, dick joint. Yesli vy ishchete chto-to, chtoby poyest', vzyat' yego. Uchityvaya razmer yego golovy on dolzhen sdelat' khoroshiy zharenoye. = If you are looking for something to eat, take him. Given the size of his head, he must make a good roast. Takzhe, on imeyet ochen' bol'shuyu zadnitsu. Vy znayete... Boleye podushki dlya tolkaniya? = Also, he has a very big ass. You know... More cushion for the pushing?
She nodded idly as he spoke and smirked slightly as he answered with his familiar drawl and backwater sayings. She grinned as she found out that he still wanted to hang out that night. "Yeah, I can hang. Lemme jus' get m'sel squared off and showered 'fore we get headin'. I'll be two shakes of a lambs tail." She gave him a light punch in the left shoulder as she walked by him and made her way down to her apartment. She practically skipped inside as she darted past Alicia and found her way into the bathroom first to shower. She was in and out in ten minutes - she only took so long because she had to shave, y'know, just in case - and ran into her bedroom with the towel wrapped around her body.
She dried herself off and made sure everything was in order before picking out the sluttiest undergarments she owned and then firing her usual clothing over it. She found guys loved it when she looked like a dude with the outer trappings and then when they unwrapped her she was like a damn sex doll. They had little to no idea how to take it and she honestly loved the dumbfounded looks on their faces when it got to that point. Sorry, if it got to that point. She didn't just unwrap for any man but she didn't usually unwrap more than once for the men that did get that close to Christmas morning so... She shook her head and pulled on the rest of her outfit and then slipped on her knee high boots and laced them up.
Walking out of her room and shoving her gun down the back of her trousers and covering it with her shirt, she also slipped a thin knife down the side of her right boot just in case she needed it. She grabbed her wallet and cell and shoved them into her pockets. "Bathroom is free Leash! Sorry for barging in, had to get non-salty for my smoke of meat. Catch you later, don't wait up, ha!" She chuckled as she slipped out of the apartment and looked out for Lawson as she reached street level again.
Location: Best Exotic Hotel: Room 11 Interacting With: Herself, shouting out to Murphy @Lady Amalthea
"Jus' dinnae give 'em a hard time! Be polite damn it!" She chuckled and rolled her eyes knowing full well that the man was going to do what he wanted to do, just like his little sister always did. Hearing his comment about the tour, Cass felt her eyebrows raising into her hairline in surprise. "The only tour yer gonna give me is the tour of yer bed as ye rest, mate!" She fell back on the bed as she yelled but no sooner had she finished shouting out than she heard the knock and then the crash from outside. She sat upright in the bed suddenly and winced as she felt the pang in her neck muscles.
Scooting forward on the bed, Cass stood up and quickly jogged over to the door and saw Murphy standing there with the door to Tasha's room laying on the floor. She decided that she was definitively not getting involved at this point and slipped back into her room and curled up on her bed and struggled not to fall around laughing. She grinned to herself and shook her head. Just what the fuck had Claire gotten her into? She grabbed one of her fashion magazines that she'd had for the flight and began to flip through the pages and reading articles here and there until Murphy came back from his ass kicking that was due right about now.
Ash was utterly perplexed at the cursing that came out of Marc's mouth, she had never really heard him be like this. Her heart quickened and she gulped as she watched him making a call from her cell. Tracking? She wasn't sure how comfortable she felt about that in general but in the greater scheme of things her worry quickly ebbed away as she realised he was just doing this to protect her. She chewed on her lower lip as she listened to his end of the conversation before she gingerly took her cell back from him.
Ashley felt her stomach flutter as he walked over and hugged her, pulling her in close to him and his hand resting on the back of her head made the hairs at the back of her neck stand on end... in a good way. She felt eighteen again and she wasn't sure what to think of that. Right now though, she decided it was best to just not think. She wrapped her arms around him in turn and tightened her grip on him as much as she could. Her non-cellphone holding hand clenched onto the back of his shirt and she practically refused to let go.
As he grabbed her bag and made for them to move out of the room, Ash found herself hesitating and her heart rate increased substantially as her mouth simultaneously ran dry and moistened as she dropped her phone to the ground and reached around to grab Marc's face as she slipped in front of him, stopping him from walking further. She stared into his eyes and felt like she was stuck in that moment for a long time. Really it had only been a second and she decided that this is what she wanted to do.
She slightly stepped up on her toes and then pressed her lips to his.
Location: Lawson's Truck
Jasmin was perfectly comfortable with Lawson's company. It was very nice all things considered and he was glad that she had been able to help him and he was able to help her in a time of need, even if the time of need was on a different level. Jasmin perked a brow as she saw Cynthia and Lawson pulled the truck up. Cynthia was going mental again, no surprise there really, especially after what Jas had seen Cynthia do to Atlas yesterday. Atlas... He was dead now wasn't he? It was probably a good thing that Lawson wasn't in the truck anymore because her lips curled into a small, albeit slightly sad, smile at the thought of Atlas being dead.
She locked the truck up as per Lawson's bidding and watched as he approached Riley and... someone who were trying to pull Cynthia away from the shop window. Jas glanced at the window when Cynthia pointed at it for Lawson and she felt her stomach drop. Another familiar face from high school was strung up like Simone had been. When was this madness going to end? She saw Lawson ready his gun and take off after god only knows what. Jasmin remained in the truck as she was told and wondered if Lawson was going to be okay. She was genuinely worried about him.
As Jasmin saw Cynthia firing out of the car and then the gun shot ringing out, she decided to follow suit. Unlocking the truck and jumping out, Jasmin followed Cynthia's steps but stopped as she saw Cynthia slam into a very bloodied up Lawson.
"Lawson! Oh god..." She made her way over to him and dropped down onto her knees as she knelt beside him and she glanced to Cynthia. Jasmin had left her bag with her cell in the truck. "Go get your friends and call 911! Please!" Jasmin looked Lawson over for any obvious wounds but with all the blood it was hard to see. "Lawson, are you okay? Please talk to me. Are you hurt? What happened?!"
Location: Ash's Hotel
"What do you mean she isn't here?!" Kai didn't mean to take his worried anger out on poor George but he had and he quickly reeled it back and held his hands up apologetically. "Sorry, this isn't your fault. I didn't mean to shout. Thank you for the information." Kai wrapped his arm around Ada's shoulder and guided her outside of the hotel. "Sorry Anela, you might be down a best friend by the time I get my hands on her... What was she thinking lying to us?! Where the hell is she?!!" Kai's phone buzzed with a text and he glanced at it quickly. "Fuck, I thought it was Ash. It's Riley. Shit... Trent is dead. Come on."
He led Ada back to his truck and he pulled his cell out and called Ash's cell. It rang and rang and rang, but there was no answer. Kai glanced to Ada with a deadpan stare and terror in his eyes. "No answer. I'm calling Marc." He quickly called Marc's cell and waited as it rang on. What in the hell was Ash even playing at? She knew what was going on, she knew how dangerous things were yet she had still li-- The awful, gut tearing, realisation dawned on Kai as he looked towards Ada. "What if she... What if they forced her to lie? What if..." His eyes started to well up and he grabbed Ada's hand with his non-occupied one and held on tightly. This couldn't be happening. There was no way this was happening, it was all a bad dream, it had to be. He'd wake up and be beside Ada in his hotel room and everything would be fine again.
He squeezed his eyes shut and listened to the phone ringing on.
He was quite pleased with his little protégé and could practically feel his chest swelling with the pride he felt towards her. He was both upset and enthused that he was her first patient on her own, it would help to build her personal confidence in herself while working in the infirmary. Even if she did have bucket loads of confidence in general, it was quite different when it came to having someone's life in your hands when you could quite literally be the only thing that can save them. There is a whole new pressure from that kind of dependancy and it can make or break a person. Victor was glad to find that Astrid was definitely being made in her position.
He opened his mouth to speak before he heard someone clearing their throat and he looked over to the door only to see one of his least favourite people in the community. Victor frowned but said nothing as he watched Neisha helping Kristina into a bed. He did not take his eyes off of her, not for a single second, he did not trust her not to try and touch something she wasn't supposed to. Victor moved his arms and laced his fingers together, resting the palms of his joined hands across his stomach as he lay in his bed. Victor wanted to know why Kristina had been thrown from the horse but he wasn't going to ask any questions until Neisha was gone from the infirmary. He looked to Astrid and took a deep breath but said nothing. She would know exactly what that look and breath meant.
He did not appreciate being interrupted while teaching his student, sick or not, he was still working with Astrid. Neisha did not even have the politeness of a knock on the door to announce herself and the latest patient before just barging right in and allocating a bed to the patient before preliminary checks had been carried out by himself or Astrid. He pursed his lips and sucked on his teeth before taking the breath again, attempting to calm himself but being unable to and deciding to speak out. "If that is all, you should leave. We will take it from 'ere." His face was stern and taut from aggitation and his knuckles were growing whiter as his grip became tighter.
He watched as she left without a word, he wasn't entirely sure she had heard him as he hadn't spoken particularly loudly, and then scoffed as she stopped at the door and yet again tried to act like she knew more than she did. It took all of his self control not to scream at the stupid girl about how they were capable medical professionals and that she shouldn't be suggesting they carry out such basic questioning as if they knew nothing of the work involved in taking care of patients. She was the most self-important person he had met in Newnan to date and she was within the top three of most self-important people he had ever met in his life... and he had met a lot of people.
The girl just did not know when to just keep her god damn mouth shut.
Richard Johnson
Location: Building B (Zoie's House)
"You forgive too easy." He had heard and felt her entering the room, making her way over to him and sitting herself across from him on the windowsill but he kept his gaze focused on the outside world that was like the eye of a crazy and deadly storm. They were protected, for now, but for how long was that going to last? Just because they were behind walls, it didn't mean they were safe or normal again. Far fucking from it. It really just showed how much they were just caged up animals that the dead were waiting to be released into the wild so they could rip them the fuck apart.
The time that Richard had spent since he and Zoie had parted ways was mostly in isolation besides when he was working. He constantly asked for leave to go outside the walls and was generally allowed since all he asked for protection was his machete and hunting knife when out there. He had no need for a gun, even if he did miss his shotgun, but it just drew attention and what he had been doing required nothing more than a quick blade and a big blade. He had been getting himself gored up and wandering amongst the Deadbrains from time to time. He started doing it just to get by them but then, something drew him in, he wanted to be near people who weren't judging him for the dumb mistake he'd made. So many people in Newnan treated him like a second rate citizen and it was really grating on his nerves but he knew that there was nothing he could do about it.
Sighing, Richard came back out of his own head and looked towards Zoie before taking a deep breath. "Daisy, ya gotta be harder on people. Especially people like me, it's gonna get ya killed, or worse hurt, if ya forgive the wrong person. There are such things as wolves in sheeps clothin' darlin'." He ran a hand through his hair and scratched the back of his head before glancing down at the floor of Zoie's sitting room. He leaned back against the frame of the window and turned to look outside again.
"Ya ever think we're jus' kiddin' ourselves livin' 'ere? Reckon this is all jus' an intermission 'fore shit hits the fan again... It don't feel right, Daisy." He'd been thinking it for a while but saying it out loud just confirmed it for him. He was really, truly considering living on the outside again. He didn't fit here, that much was clear. Besides Daisy and Froggy, no one gave two shits about him here. Hell even Daisy didn't give two shits for a while there. Bryn used to but after everything went down with Zoie, she'd barely even grunted in his general direction. This morning was the first time they'd properly spoken since she had chewed him out over his treatment of Zoie. Girl had a hell of a fucking right hook.
Agnes Brynja Johannsson
Location: Burial Site >> Building 6 (The Armoury)
The silence was something that Bryn was used to and never complained about, even if she did like listening to Bridgette rambling on. Working away was good and fine right until the moment that the shovel decided to try to bury itself into her skull. Her chin scraped right off of the ragged and broken area and she grunted in pain as she almost lost her balance falling forward a step before catching herself. Her crossbow swung from her back and hit her in the side.
"Son of a bitch!" Bryn rose her hand up to feel her chin and winced from the stinging that came with her touch. She hissed through her clenched teeth as the pain abated and she kicked the shovel that was still propped up in it's spot in the ground, knocking it over. She glanced over to Bridgette and nodded. "Teeth are fine. Should probably let this get cleaned but with the Doc bein' ill I'll sort it m'self. 'Sides, I need to actually go check my weapons into the armoury before Bossman kicks my ass outta here. I'll meet ya back at the wall once I've visited the armoury. If you're good I'll go do that. Forgot to check them in after comin' in from m'unsuccessful hunt this mornin'." She shook her head and rolled her eyes at herself.
She had no problems being alone but she didn't like the idea of going back out there. At least not permanently. Her runs out with James and her morning hunting trials were enough to keep her balanced. Bidding a temporary farewell to Bridgette, Bryn made her way to the armoury and greeted Tom with her usual nod and grunt. She checked her c-whacker and crossbow into the armoury and kept hold of her knife as per the rules of the Bossman. Last thing she wanted was to get on his bad side.
Svetlana Volkov
Location: On the road
She was already close to being sick before from the knock on her head, probably from a concussion of some sort, but this new series of events caused by her newest meatshield was making her regret even more as to why she had even let him into her car in the first place. She felt woozy as she opened up the car door and she bent over doubled as she spewed forth the meagre breakfast that she had eaten that morning. She may have had food but she was rationing and this was quite literally the solominkoy, kotoraya slomala verblyudov nazad. Amelia then started to tear into Ed while Svetlana was busy wretching her guts out.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her arm and she stormed forward towards Ed and poked a finger at his chest as she began to cuss him out. Amelia had been distracted by something nearby but Svetlana was too interested in tearing Ed a brand new hole to spew shit from. "Beda nikogda ne prikhodit odna! YA klyanus', chto yesli by my byli odni? Tvoy mozg..." Svetlana pointed abruptly at Ed's head, her finger poking him right between the eyes. She then made an exploding motion with her hands at the sides of her head and continued her tirade. "...zabryzgali cherez dorogu!" She almost pulled her gun out and held it at his head but decided she would just continue cursing him out in her mother tongue before remembering that he wouldn't understand a single word of it.
"Me da asco..." And with those words Svetlana felt her stomach churn and she spewed all over Ed's shoes. As she was bent over double in her new position she noticed the spikes that were strewn across the road that had actually caused their accident that Amelia was looking at. Frowning at the sight, her gun was drawn quickly and she glanced around the surrounding area to check if there was anyone nearby or watching them from what she could see. She quickly moved over to the truck and reached in to grab her pack, slinging it onto her back before crouching down beside the truck and beckoning them both forward while shushing them both with a single finger risen to her lips.
She then saw Ed, standing there, being an idiot as usual. She would have buried her face into her knees if she wasn't so worried about what was waiting for them in the treeline. She listened to his ramblings half way and then recognised the word mafia. It was enough to distract her from the fact that he had shortened her name without her permission. She could shoot him in the foot for that later if the need arose. Her eyes widened and she scowled at him. There was no way that this complete and utter toolbag was part of any kind of organised grouping of mafia no matter what and she doubted that there was any functioning mafias left in this world for him to even assume it was this. She had no idea what he was smoking but he better run out fast or he was going to be toast.
Finding a nearby small stone, Svetlana chucked it at Ed to get his attention away from what was most likely a delusion brought on by hitting his head in the car when the wheels blew out. She then noticed Ed giving Amelia a small, well worn book and she just stared at the two of them incredulously. Why was she sticking around here again?
solominkoy, kotoraya slomala verblyudov nazad = Straw that broke the camel's back Beda nikogda ne prikhodit odna! = It never rains but it pours! YA klyanus', chto yesli by my byli odni ? Tvoy mozg ... = I swear that if we were alone? Your brain... zabryzgali cherez dorogu = splattered across the road! Chto ne tak s toboy?! = What is wrong with you?! me da asco = you make me sick
