TheHarlequinnCat
One Thousand Club
(Ill answer after school: just FYI t everyone I AM LIKE REALLY RANDOMLY INTERESTED IN COMING UP WIYH STORIES AND CHARACTERS FEEL FREE TO COLLABORATE WITH ME ON THEM IDK HI. @DryPunishment would know)
Delaney nodded, she was ready for this; she wouldn't let Brad down. She had to do this. Immediately, she followed his lead into the line of fire, heading for the eye of the storm. She was fierce, running on this exhausted energy that didn't lose fuel because of how much adrenaline was surging through her veins. She practically shook with the power fear sparked in her; using Brad as her motivation, she followed like the most loyal soldier and shot like the best of them. Since she hadn't eaten much, she couldn't throw up as her body commanded her to. It was becoming evident to her that this was a little more than a mild cold, possibly the flu. Pregnancy didn't come to her mind because she and Mason never conceived, but she was forgetting the night she was unfaithful; a lot of things can go wrong when you sleep with the neighbor. Arguably, Mason's friend took advantage of her hopeless romantic personality and the fact she was already in an abusive relationship; But Delaney didn't regret it yet. She had craved a genuine touch, Mason had been ignoring her; working overnights and late shifts, coming home to pass out and maybe scold her for making dinner too spicy or the bed with the wrong sheets.
Delaney had wanted to be loved again, not thrown from room to room and cursed for her existence. She had wanted it so badly, and one night when Mason's friend came over (as he did every so often to play poker or exchange papers), she lost herself in that sadness. He had always treated her kindly, referring to her as a 'little lady'; he never told Mason off for beating her, or degrading her, or anything. Suddenly when she needed him, he was gone and didn't acknowledge it. Her hands were still burnt, wrapped tightly in their bandaging. Now they had scabbed over, making even carrying the gun stretch the dry skin to near cracking. Wiggling her fingers, just to make sure the feeling in them wouldn't fade, she knew that it had been a close call. Mason had been in hysterics; she'd never once feared for her very life when he got mad at her until that morning. Not breaking her soldier-mode, Delaney kept at Brad's heels like a loyal dog and trotted behind his every step.
@DrTrollinksi
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It took Levi a maximum of five seconds to see through what Tina was doing, but he didn't mention it; a lot of people ended up wary of him, on the sheer fact he was so eccentric and abrasive. He adjusted his glasses, pushing them up to the top of his nose, and kept looking forward. Levi clearly didn't see a point in talking to them, evidently not interested in the awkward comments from Nick; who first mentioned the hoard, as if to explain himself and possibly figure out why Levi was driving so fast. He got no more than a low 'hm..' and when he brought up Wellington, and how it was meant to be some new world utopia, all he got was a blink. Nick was spitballing conversation topics, and he only got quiet once Tina shot him a look. He knew what Levi was doing, but he was trying to pry through it; and Levi was smarter than that. With a defeated sigh, Nick looked out the window; the time it took for him to bring up all those topics had been extensive because he had to speak so slowly. "So where are we going?" Nick asked, like an immature child who couldn't stop asking 'are we there yet?'
Levi didn't seem to react, just breathing a little harsher than before; unclear between agitation and impatience. "I'm taking you two back to one of the hideouts I made." That was so very vague, and from looking in the mirror, he could see Nick's expression pull into one of immediate concern. "It's North... You can head to 'Wellington' from there, if you so please." Levi added, looking in the mirror to see Nick's response to that. By seeing the way he rubbed his hands together and shifted uncomfortably, the older man could see that Nick wasn't even so sure about going there himself. "I'm Levi." He finally added after another prolonged term of utter silence, as Nick and Tina tried to outwit him in the most childish manner possible. Not even a cold shoulder, but trying to cut off their natural personalities to conform to his reserved demeanor. The way Levi saw them, however, was very more perceptive. He could see this twitchy nervous aura from Nick, the underdog, the grenade just waiting to go off in a minefield of problems. As someone already suffering from anxiety, he could almost smell the panic; it was so obvious to him. Then, there was this woman; she was tricky too. But, again, easy enough to configure. She was defensive, not necessarily born that way, but from the way her body closed off so quickly and her eyes switched from each of them; she was waiting for someone to try and eat her. He'd seen enough women with cautious glowers in New York to know she wasn't born that way, she was made that way. It was the independence he saw in his sister, except it came in a fiery rage instead of a cold calculation.
The snow pelted down against the windshield, and Levi didn't seem to be fazed by it as he drove; looking back at Nick every now and then just to make sure he didn't die on them. The last thing he wanted was for Nick to turn while they drove. Even if Nick was someone he could probably take down in a fight, the younger man was around 5 inches bigger than he, with the type of muscles that could only be developed working on a farm. Compared to the city life, Nick stuck out like a sore thumb in Levi's humble opinion. The way he pronounced his words, the more-than-obvious ballcap, the weapons he brought, all the way down to the way his skin held a slight tan. It screamed rural life, although Levi couldn't pinpoint where. When they whizzed by a herd of stray lurkers, he visibly grimaced towards them; disgusting creatures, so full of filth and disease.
(When should they get there?)
@DryPunishment
Delaney nodded, she was ready for this; she wouldn't let Brad down. She had to do this. Immediately, she followed his lead into the line of fire, heading for the eye of the storm. She was fierce, running on this exhausted energy that didn't lose fuel because of how much adrenaline was surging through her veins. She practically shook with the power fear sparked in her; using Brad as her motivation, she followed like the most loyal soldier and shot like the best of them. Since she hadn't eaten much, she couldn't throw up as her body commanded her to. It was becoming evident to her that this was a little more than a mild cold, possibly the flu. Pregnancy didn't come to her mind because she and Mason never conceived, but she was forgetting the night she was unfaithful; a lot of things can go wrong when you sleep with the neighbor. Arguably, Mason's friend took advantage of her hopeless romantic personality and the fact she was already in an abusive relationship; But Delaney didn't regret it yet. She had craved a genuine touch, Mason had been ignoring her; working overnights and late shifts, coming home to pass out and maybe scold her for making dinner too spicy or the bed with the wrong sheets.
Delaney had wanted to be loved again, not thrown from room to room and cursed for her existence. She had wanted it so badly, and one night when Mason's friend came over (as he did every so often to play poker or exchange papers), she lost herself in that sadness. He had always treated her kindly, referring to her as a 'little lady'; he never told Mason off for beating her, or degrading her, or anything. Suddenly when she needed him, he was gone and didn't acknowledge it. Her hands were still burnt, wrapped tightly in their bandaging. Now they had scabbed over, making even carrying the gun stretch the dry skin to near cracking. Wiggling her fingers, just to make sure the feeling in them wouldn't fade, she knew that it had been a close call. Mason had been in hysterics; she'd never once feared for her very life when he got mad at her until that morning. Not breaking her soldier-mode, Delaney kept at Brad's heels like a loyal dog and trotted behind his every step.
@DrTrollinksi
---
It took Levi a maximum of five seconds to see through what Tina was doing, but he didn't mention it; a lot of people ended up wary of him, on the sheer fact he was so eccentric and abrasive. He adjusted his glasses, pushing them up to the top of his nose, and kept looking forward. Levi clearly didn't see a point in talking to them, evidently not interested in the awkward comments from Nick; who first mentioned the hoard, as if to explain himself and possibly figure out why Levi was driving so fast. He got no more than a low 'hm..' and when he brought up Wellington, and how it was meant to be some new world utopia, all he got was a blink. Nick was spitballing conversation topics, and he only got quiet once Tina shot him a look. He knew what Levi was doing, but he was trying to pry through it; and Levi was smarter than that. With a defeated sigh, Nick looked out the window; the time it took for him to bring up all those topics had been extensive because he had to speak so slowly. "So where are we going?" Nick asked, like an immature child who couldn't stop asking 'are we there yet?'
Levi didn't seem to react, just breathing a little harsher than before; unclear between agitation and impatience. "I'm taking you two back to one of the hideouts I made." That was so very vague, and from looking in the mirror, he could see Nick's expression pull into one of immediate concern. "It's North... You can head to 'Wellington' from there, if you so please." Levi added, looking in the mirror to see Nick's response to that. By seeing the way he rubbed his hands together and shifted uncomfortably, the older man could see that Nick wasn't even so sure about going there himself. "I'm Levi." He finally added after another prolonged term of utter silence, as Nick and Tina tried to outwit him in the most childish manner possible. Not even a cold shoulder, but trying to cut off their natural personalities to conform to his reserved demeanor. The way Levi saw them, however, was very more perceptive. He could see this twitchy nervous aura from Nick, the underdog, the grenade just waiting to go off in a minefield of problems. As someone already suffering from anxiety, he could almost smell the panic; it was so obvious to him. Then, there was this woman; she was tricky too. But, again, easy enough to configure. She was defensive, not necessarily born that way, but from the way her body closed off so quickly and her eyes switched from each of them; she was waiting for someone to try and eat her. He'd seen enough women with cautious glowers in New York to know she wasn't born that way, she was made that way. It was the independence he saw in his sister, except it came in a fiery rage instead of a cold calculation.
The snow pelted down against the windshield, and Levi didn't seem to be fazed by it as he drove; looking back at Nick every now and then just to make sure he didn't die on them. The last thing he wanted was for Nick to turn while they drove. Even if Nick was someone he could probably take down in a fight, the younger man was around 5 inches bigger than he, with the type of muscles that could only be developed working on a farm. Compared to the city life, Nick stuck out like a sore thumb in Levi's humble opinion. The way he pronounced his words, the more-than-obvious ballcap, the weapons he brought, all the way down to the way his skin held a slight tan. It screamed rural life, although Levi couldn't pinpoint where. When they whizzed by a herd of stray lurkers, he visibly grimaced towards them; disgusting creatures, so full of filth and disease.
(When should they get there?)
@DryPunishment
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