MERCY
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So damn sick. Someone.... hug me. ;(
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Post by MERCY on Dec 7, 2012 1:45:07 GMT -5
[style= width: 400px; background-color: 010101; font-family: times; color: #cccccc; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; height: 50px; padding-top: 10px;][style= font-size: 21px; letter-spacing: -2px;]WE WALK AMONG YOU, FEEDING, RAPING [/b] MUST WE HIDE FROM EVERYONE? [/style] Almost tentatively, Lydia shifted and sat by his leg, gently pushing up his pant leg and untying his makeshift bandage. The sight of the gash made her grimace, but she didn't stop. Lifting his leg onto her lap, her legs folded into a pretzel style, she started to gently pull out any traces of glass that she could find.
For a moment, as she worked, she was silent. It may have seeed like she wasn't going to answer his question. To be honest, in that moment, she was debating over whether or not she wanted to. "I'm from New York," she finally said, picking a rather large piece of glass out of his leg. Her green eyes shifted upward and toward his face for a moment to gauge his reaction to the pain caused by the shard. Looking back down, she continued her work.
"My mom died of cancer when I was fourteen. After my brother went to college, it was just my dad and I. I... started to get into a bit of trouble. Things between my father and I... well, let's just say they weren't too good."
When Lydia was done with the glass and was sure that she hadn't left any behind, she got to her feet and approached the sink on the other side of the cell. Her hands were stained red from his blood and she wet a rag before approaching him once more.
"My old man started taking a bit more interest in me after I go arrested. I think I was about seventeen at the time." A hint of a smile crossed the red head's face as she sat back down to clean his cut. "I went to school for Web Design... that talent has helped me so much lately..." Rolling her eyes, she looked back up at him, trying to be gentle as she attempted to get rid of any dirt and grime in his cut. She was silent once more, but only for a few moments.
"After the virus hit, my dad wound up in the hospital and... well, you can guess what happened next." Just thinking about it brought back images of her father's death. Even worse than his death though was his reanimation. The very thought of her father, or what had once been her father, attacking her like that sent shivers down her spine and made her feel slightly ill." [/b] "I don't even know what happened to my brother..." Her sentence trailed off as her throat tightened and her eyes stung. She felt ridiculous... vulnerable and weak. Rinsing the rag free of blood, she went back to cleaning his leg. Once she was done with that, she dried his leg to the best of her ability before bandaging it once more with what little cloth they had. "What about you?" she asked, forcing those horrid thoughts back into the recesses of her mind. "What's your story?" Washing her hands free of blood, she climbed up onto the top bunk and sat there with her legs hanging down. "Besides the fact that you must come from a family of tall people." Her face reddened the slightest bit when she said this. She didn't want him to know that she had noticed anything about him... his blue eyes, blond hair, height... or his muscular body. Still, it was hard not to notice his height. He towered over her. To be honest, his height was a little intimidating to her. The last thing she wanted was to be intimidated by a man though. She hated men and she wasn't going to let anything change that.[/div] 252 words for alexander varden. [/style][/center]
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Post by ALEXANDER RYAN VARDEN on Dec 10, 2012 21:51:37 GMT -5
Alex honestly didn't expect her to start pouring out words like she was. He swore she was talking more than she ever had in front of him, even when she was talking to others around him. The hunter had no idea what to make of it but instead just sat back and listened. He knew it would mean more to her than anything if he would just stay quiet and let her help him while talking about something that may or may not be hard for her to talk about. He found himself wondering why he was being so gentle toward her, maybe because he felt bad for getting her locked up in a cell, or maybe because he felt he could see right through the shield she was trying to put up, or maybe she was just too pretty to blow off because she acted like a bitch. He didn't know, so all he did was listen.
He tried not to show the tension within his body whenever she pulled a sliver of glass out of his leg, but his whole body seemed to ripple whenever she did. He forced his blue eyes away from his leg so he didn't have to see what she was doing. For one particular piece he stopped his breath in his chest and let out a slow groan, only to breathe a sigh out when she was done pulling. He was glad she was talking, it kept his mind off what was happening and he had something to think about, digest as to why she could be the way she was. Alex heard the tug in her voice at parts, whether she tried to conceal it or not. This is what was happening to people anymore, they were forced to suck up they're emotions for fear of being weak and being killed. The idea of crying out your feelings was long gone, even for women. Watching her wrap up his now clean wound all he could do was sit there stunned. He owed her more than one now... and he almost wished he didn't. God knows what would come with the package of owing someone once they'd helped you now a days.
"Me?" He said, rubbing the back of his neck. He honestly was trying to forget about his past, but honestly that wouldn't be a good answer after she had just poured out her history to him. He tested out his leg as she went over to the bunk beds, and it was only seconds after that he was up on his feet, limping but smirking at what she said. "Actually, my family is short. My father was only five foot nine, my mother was just over five foot." He said this with a sweet smile at the thought of his mother. "Unlike you though, I have no idea what happened to any of them..." He paused and looked blankly through the bars of the cell they were in. "I'm starting to think it's better that I don't know what happened to them all." His voice wasn't at all harsh when he spoke now. It was more in awe of what could have become of his parents and sisters. He had failed to protect those girls, the big brother was no more than a beaten down slave of a gated down town far away from his home roots. "I grew up in North Carolina. A big brother to three sisters." He shook his head at the thought of how ridiculous those girls were. The youngest was just leaving the goofy teen stage and he remembered numerous boys that dated his sisters, and every single one of them Alex would purposefully make them feel uncomfortable. He smiled at the memory of his mother making a huge dinner like she always had and him glaring over the table at Allison's newest boyfriend. He snapped out of the memory and watched her frame from on top of the bunk bed. He made his way to the bed slowly, collapsing on the bottom bunk stretching his wrapped leg out while the other was bent up at the knee, his hands cradling his head while he lay on his back. "There really isn't anything else. The virus hit, I didn't even have a chance to make sure they were alright. I was forced out of my home and headed here..." he said this with a sign of bitterness....
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Post by MERCY on Dec 10, 2012 23:16:30 GMT -5
[style= width: 400px; background-color: 010101; font-family: times; color: #cccccc; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; height: 50px; padding-top: 10px;][style= font-size: 21px; letter-spacing: -2px;]WE WALK AMONG YOU, FEEDING, RAPING [/b] MUST WE HIDE FROM EVERYONE? [/style] Lydia watched from the top bunk as Alexander moved to the bunk and collapsed onto the one beneath her. "Surprising," she said, pulling her feet up onto her bunk and resting her back up against the cold wall. It was growing later outside and her muscles were sore from the day's unsuccessful raid. Even though her green eyes were growing heavier by the second, the last thing she wanted to do was lay down and go to sleep. Knowing that there were people in the other cells... people who would be turning... it made her uneasy.
"My brother was tall.... or is. Not as tall as you though." In all honesty, Lydia was starting to talk to not only keep her mind busy, but to keep her awake as well. She was terrified of going to sleep in that place. Even a scavenger like her was never without fear. Half the time, fear was what kept her alive. It was obvious in her tone that she was exhausted and she may have even slurred a word here or there. In an attempt to keep her eyes open, she opened them wide for a few moments, but to no avail.
"You know how most people always wish for an adventurous life?" she asked Alex, looking up at the ceiling. Someone else was screaming now, somewhat farther down the cell block. Bile rose in the back of Lydia's throat at the very sound. "Well I say fuck adventure. I think I'd much rather go back to a boring life. I'd take web design over killing zombies any day." Staring at the opposite wall, Lydia tried to focus on the sounds Alex was making rather than the feverish cries of the dying man. 252 words for alexander varden. [/style][/center]
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Post by ALEXANDER RYAN VARDEN on Dec 12, 2012 9:46:58 GMT -5
Alex smiled somewhat at the sound of her voice. He knew was well as she did that she was fighting sleep. He himself had been exhausted but was able to at least wake himself up easier than it seemed so for her. The hunter just stayed silent, listening to her as she spoke about anything and everything while she tried to stay awake. He felt his stomach growl, but knew he would have to ignore it until they were out of the cell. "I would take my business back rather than hunting zombies too.." He thought about the small shop he had in North Carolina that he bought after his boss had died. Carpentry came naturally to him and it kept him busy, or at least... it had kept him busy. The only time he had used his skills since he'd been here was to fix up small things in the house that he was rooming in. With the limited supplies it wasn't like he could have done much anyway.
He took had heard the screaming, but force once welcomed the iron bars that held them in. At least if one of those things got out before it was shot it couldn't get to them. For a while it was quiet, he had nothing else to talk about and he could almost feel the nervousness radiating off from Lydia. Looking up to the bottom of the top bunk he said, "You know you can sleep? I'll keep an eye on things..." He said, looking around. "Not that I'm too concerned about anything getting in here." He said with a sly smile.
As much as he wanted to act like the tough one, he was still slightly worried about the screaming down the hall. It was never anything he would have wanted to go through. He and Darius had this promise to each other, if someone had gotten bitten... there would be no hesitating and they would be shot before they turned. Alex shuttered at the thought, he left his friend to turn and had broken that promise. The idea made him sick and knocked his morale down a peg of two.
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MERCY
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So damn sick. Someone.... hug me. ;(
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Post by MERCY on Dec 13, 2012 0:57:43 GMT -5
[style= width: 400px; background-color: 010101; font-family: times; color: #cccccc; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; height: 50px; padding-top: 10px;][style= font-size: 21px; letter-spacing: -2px;]WE WALK AMONG YOU, FEEDING, RAPING [/b] MUST WE HIDE FROM EVERYONE? [/style] A small smile crossed Lydia's face when he told her he would keep an eye on things. Finally giving in and laying down on the rather uncomfortable bed, she let out an uneasy sigh and reluctantly closed her eyes. "If I get eaten then, it's your fault..." she said quietly, listening to the sound of him breathing.
As her eyes grew heavier, she felt the familiar sensation of drifting off. She admittedly felt more comfortable with him there, though she wasn't sure why. At least she wasn't alone. Green eyes opening once more, she thought back to their long day and bit down on her tongue a little. She knew that she wouldn't have made it out of there had it not been for him. As much as Lydia distrusted men... she couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, Alexander Varden was somebody she could eventually come to trust.
"Alex?" she said after a few moments of silence. Even the distant screaming had faded away. "You're not so bad after all...." She said this rather quietly, unsure if he was even awake. Rolling over onto her side, she drifted into a rather uneasy sleep, comforted only by the fact that she wasn't alone. 252 words for alexander varden. [/style][/center]
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