icedthemoon
you are not alone | no one is alone
Nathaniel Matthews, Carlos Price, and Asher McCoy
Former Firefly, Aspiring Artist, Former Hunter | 21, 25, 32 | Current location ;; Wyoming
It took two additional people to finally convince Kaleb and Carlos to stop traveling. Interesting. When they got back to Jackson, Asher had about a thousand questions about those last two years. With such a large group, they were moving slower than the speed that he and Jordan usually went. It was mildly frustrating, especially with the way he had been lately. Their only saving grace was that the shock of seeing the people he missed the most was outweighing the underlying annoyance. They moved as a group, quieting as they really started to get into the old building. Carlos and Nate both stopped as Jordan held up his hand. Carlos’ first reaction was to keep going and peek around every corner. He did not. He was no longer running off on his own. Or at least, not running off too far. Instead, he paused as was told. Nate on the other hand, was moderately distracted by the idea of capturing some of these spores in something to examine somewhere else in an attempt to see if he could learn anything that might be useful when it came to helping people. They may not have a cure, but they could have something. He did not do this. Not yet. Perhaps later. There was no reason that he couldn’t do it later. He crept a little off to the side, using his smaller stature to disappear into shadows. He held his hunting knife in his hand. Carlos, as they moved, picked up a piece of what was likely a pipe. This would do nicely.
Former Firefly, Aspiring Artist, Former Hunter | 21, 25, 32 | Current location ;; Wyoming
It took two additional people to finally convince Kaleb and Carlos to stop traveling. Interesting. When they got back to Jackson, Asher had about a thousand questions about those last two years. With such a large group, they were moving slower than the speed that he and Jordan usually went. It was mildly frustrating, especially with the way he had been lately. Their only saving grace was that the shock of seeing the people he missed the most was outweighing the underlying annoyance. They moved as a group, quieting as they really started to get into the old building. Carlos and Nate both stopped as Jordan held up his hand. Carlos’ first reaction was to keep going and peek around every corner. He did not. He was no longer running off on his own. Or at least, not running off too far. Instead, he paused as was told. Nate on the other hand, was moderately distracted by the idea of capturing some of these spores in something to examine somewhere else in an attempt to see if he could learn anything that might be useful when it came to helping people. They may not have a cure, but they could have something. He did not do this. Not yet. Perhaps later. There was no reason that he couldn’t do it later. He crept a little off to the side, using his smaller stature to disappear into shadows. He held his hunting knife in his hand. Carlos, as they moved, picked up a piece of what was likely a pipe. This would do nicely.