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Futuristic Brain Burger

"That we are. We'll pull through, though. I'm sure." He said to her, nodding with a smile.


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Norman had one of the old computers from the Dispatcher's Desk hanging out the window; all he had to do was release it and it would tip out and fall to the ground, smashing in the process. He looks over his shoulder at her in acknowledgement for a second and then looks back, taking a deep breath. (@Soul OMU)
 
Clary frowned and shook her head. "No sorry I didn't," she said in a curious tone. "Maybe you've got a secret admirer?" she suggested as the corner of her lip twitched in amusement. It wasn't funny that he might have an admirer, in fact Clary found him to be outwardly pleasing aswell as interesting and intelligent, but the fact that he might have one he didn't know about made her want to laugh. (@Stew)
 
Stewart laughs,


"You- You think I-" He points at himself,


"Have a secret admirer?!" It didn't take long for him to realize that he might have one,


"I might have a secret admirer." He wasn't laughing anymore as he rubs his chin,


"I mean, it could be a secret admirer, or it could've been one of the kids trying to mess with my head. It would make sense since they don't really like me." He glances back at the door.


(@Vaila)
 
Brianna looks at him and pushes the bowl of soup towards him slightly. "I'm not going to eat all this... do you wanna share it with me?" she asked while looking at him.


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Elizabeth gripped her stomach and winced. "Shit..." she hissed as she held her stomach. (@DrTrollinski)
 
"Yeah... I haven't eaten for a couple of days anyway. Eat as much as you want and I'll have the rest... Thank you." He smiles at her and nods, going over to the counter and getting a spoon from the drawer. He sits back down at the table and waits while Brianna eats however much of the soup she wants.


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Norman releases the old all-in-one computer and it goes plummeting out of the window, shattering on the sidewalk below; he turned and picked up the second one, also holding it slightly out of the window. (@Soul OMU)
 
"Well I know it wasn't Bellamy," she said with a shrug. "Tessa watches him like a hawk and when she isn't, she has me or Noah keep an eye on him. You'd think she'd relax now that they're here but apparently not," she said frowning. "At least you didn't wake up cold though," she added with a shrug.
 
Stewart sighs,


"It wouldn't be too bad if I have a secret admirer, there isn't really anything bad about it." He crosses his arms as he contemplates who the admirer might be,


"I can't really seem to think of anyone." He shoots a quick glance at Clary.


(@Vaila)
 
Norman would lean away from tossing the second computer out of the window and turn to Elizabeth, raising one eyebrow. "You okay?" He asks her quietly. (@Soul OMU)
 
Clary shrugged. "I'm not really any help in that department. I just got here," she said simply. "Don't really know anyone aside from you, Norman and the people I arrived with," she said and looked at him thoughtfully. "Maybe you should start with who you want the secret admirer to be and go from there," she suggested.
 
He sends the computer out the window with a grunt and waits for the heavy smash to occur before he wanders over to Elizabeth, standing in front of her. ".. What's wrong, Ellie...?" He asks her out of concern; he looked slightly upset even before he approached her, and with his odd behaviour it was clear that something had happened to him to put him in this state of mind.


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Nathan watches her in anticipation but maintains his smile while doing so. (@Soul OMU)
 
Stewart nods,


"Alright then." He then clears his throat, looks Clary straight in the eye, and says,


"Are you the secret admirer?" He then waits for a response.


(@Vaila)
 
Clary's eyes widened. "Why would you want me to be your secret admirer?" she asked confused and astonished. (@Stew)
 
Just Keep Going North (Character Introduction) (I'll further explain this character later.)


Just keep going north. That's what he said as some of his last words to him - a broken shell, a ghost of his former self. That's all he was now that he'd lost him - instead of celebrating his twelfth birthday the way he should have, he spent it in slight fear. That was in July. Now it's September and he merely lost his father four days ago after being separated from the rest of his group. His father gave him one set of keys after being stabbed in the stomach and left for dead, and he told him to keep going north until he found the wonderful little apparent settlement that rested in Virginia. Perhaps he’d driven too far. He didn’t know. But he hadn’t seen a single sign of life so far.


He’d lost too much for him to even consider going back. Too much for him to care anymore. He didn’t know why he even continued driving forward, but if there was so much as a chance of seeing his family and friends again he wasn’t going to stop. He kept driving, and driving, and driving until he was finally hit by snow. ‘This has to be Virginia’ He said surely to himself; he drove into the southern part of the town and tried to get a glance around the place past the blizzard of a snowstorm. It was hopeless, and it was just perfect timing that his car ran out of fuel. He had no choice but to grab his backpack and set out on foot – he had a thin waterproof jacket, but that wasn’t going to do much for him – he pulled up the hood of it and hopped out of the car, his gun in his hand. The gun he carried was that of his father’s – it was the Colt M1911 with a matte finish. A fine weapon indeed; it packed quite a kick, but he didn’t intend to shoot it around here.


He simply made his way to the nearest building; he hadn’t eaten in two days because he ran out of food, and now all he had left was half a bottle of water; the building wasn’t anything special. A clothes store which looked like it had been most run dry, most likely by other survivors. Now that he was standing in perhaps one of the coldest states that he had no idea was actually New Hampshire instead of what he thought it was, he couldn’t really blame people for grabbing every piece of clothing they could for the winter. He went out the back of the store where he made sure it was safe and then took a minute to relieve himself – he’d had no stops for most the journey here today, so that meant no bathroom breaks at all. It was strange. It was the first place he’d been where he saw no undead around – they weren’t roaming, weren’t rushing at him, and weren’t following. It was strange; he went back inside and managed to salvage only a scarf from among the stuff that the all-so-helpful survivors had left behind; he wrapped it around his mouth and nose to help protect him from the snow and then set out – he decided to continue walking north to hopefully find this settlement that his father had told him to set out and find. It was going to be a long journey, and he was only walking for about five minutes before the tips of his fingers and toes went numb. Was he really going to die this way? Out in the cold not knowing where any of his family and friends were? Was this really his destiny? He didn’t know, but he kept walking. It was like a nuclear winter outside – there were no signs of life, not even the dead sprinting after him. He didn’t know much, nor did he know if he was going to find some place safe to hole up and hopefully get something to eat.


His hands were entirely numb within another thirty minutes of walking; his apparently ‘waterproof’ jacket was soaking wet alongside all of his other clothes. He started sobbing in the cold – it was too much for him to cope with; with no food in his system he felt so empty but felt the urge to vomit as well – he was so hungry that that affect came into play. The feeling of sickness due to hunger – there was no worse feeling in a condition such as this one; he turned one corner on the street and saw a large pile of rubble in the center of it, beside it was a half-collapsed building – all hope of him ever finding this so called ‘settlement’ was erased. He just slumped his shoulders, but he needed to keep going. He went towards the rubble and began to climb up and over it; he slipped when he was half-way up and came face down onto one of the bricks, putting a deep gash on the area above his left eyebrow.


“Shit!” He cried out as he tumbled back down into the snow – he was crying even more now. He only saw red drop from his head and onto the snow below him, and the last thing he wanted was to get the blood in his eye so he closed his left eye tight and once again scaled the snowy rubble, being even more careful not to trip again – as the blood poured down his face in what felt like gallons he began to feel queasy; he inspected the blood which had painted the snow behind him and he looked off to the side and vomited up nothing but a bit of stomach acid; he passed out right there in the most casual manner, half-slouched over the top of the pile of rubble with the Department in view.
 
Stewart chuckles,


"Well, you're just kind of cute, that's all." He smiles at her.


(@Vaila if this isn't the smoothest stuff you've seen today, don't even talk to me.)
 
Noah was sleeping on his bed, Skylar was already awake and freezing. She was now wearing her pair of jeans with one of Noah's sweatpants she stole. A hoodie she had and a zipper jacket on her. She was sitting her knees propped to her chest. She hated the cold. She utterly hated it. She was used to the Florida Temperature and changing this habit was going to be hard. Deciding that maybe a cub of a hot drink could help her ease up the coldness, she propped her legs out of the legs and started walking towards the kitchen. She was shaking even with all the clothes but she wouldn't admit it. She saw lot of people there and gave a faint smile and lifted her hands, '' H- H- Hi th- th- There.'' She said in between stutters from the chill.


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Noah woke up bare chest, not caring much of the cold since his body temperature was hot. He ran a hand in his hair and walked out of the room not looking out the window and not finding Skylar. He was wearing just a casual basket ball pair of shorts to sleep and socks. He changed back into his military pair of pants and laced his boots.
 
'' Yeah...Th-That's me.'' Skylar said walking in awkwardly since the only thing she did yesterday was sleep. She didn't really know where all of the food was and all but was also shy to just casually pour herself something so she just sat on the table warming her hands a bit.
 
(@Stew Haha xD )


Clary smiled at him shyly. "Well thanks," she said slightly awkwardly, trying to keep her tone light. "I think that's the biggest compliment I've had since the outbreak," she continued thoughtfully. She scratched the back of her neck nervously, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder. She'd never really been one for outwardly admitting feelings but she didn't want him to feel dismissed. She did like him, she just wasn't sure how much. "You're not so bad yourself," she said, sounding like a bad cliche romcom movie.


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Tessa waved at Skylar with a kind smile, walking around the kitchen to her friend. "How are you feeling?" she asked, knowing she'd been injured on their way here. (@32sillylight32 )
 
".. There's some soup that's just been made if you want something to eat. There's some coffee, too." He offers her, giving a gentle smile as he rubbed the back of his head with one hand in what appeared to be pain. (@32sillylight32) 
Nathan would wave a shy hello off to Tessa, not saying anything as she was currently occupied with talking to Skylar. (@Vaila)
 
(*makes inhuman sound at how cute one of my ships is*)


Stewart wasn't expecting a counter-compliment, He blushes,


"Uh, thanks." He says in an almost sheepish manner. Stewart rubs the back of his head, he looks at the ground but then back at Clary. Why is she so cute?! He thinks to himself with an embarrassed smile.


(@Vaila)
 
Brianna smiles a bit and waves while going back to her soup. "Morning Sky~!" She said happily before pushing the bowl of soup towards Nathan.


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Elizabeth quickly rushes to the bathroom as she starts to throw up, emptying whatever she had in her stomach. "Ugh..." (@DrTrollinski)
 
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