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Post by CAMERON JETT OAKEN on Jan 17, 2013 14:18:36 GMT -5
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"Same fucking shit!" Jett exclaimed to himself in the center of the supply room, his hand lashing out backwards on a pail filled with his own gathered items. One bar of soap, one box of granola bars (chocolate chip of course), two pairs of boxer briefs, and one 2 Liter of knock-off Pepsi clattered to the dusty floor. Jett was good at rationing his clothing and food so he only needed a few random items each month. But the lack of options to choose from was driving him insane. He needed different! Was a change of pace too much to ask for? He was lucky he was the only one in this place, so he thought, else someone might get edgy and call the Feds on him for acting so irrational. His fingers slipped through his hair, pushing the unruly waves back roughly as he forced himself to calm down.
This is how it was, living in a Save Haven in the middle of a dead world. Same old same old. Nothing new happened, unless one counted the odd occurrences where one's life is at stake. With a loud exhale, Jett recollected his belongings, putting them back in the metal pail he'd begun to call his 'shopping bag'. When he stood up, a glimmer caught his eye. A fishing pole was poking out of the heap of supplies, dangling there asking to be plucked out of the pile.
How could he resist?
He bent over a stack of mix colored shirts and yanked on the supple pole, peeling it from its trapped position. With his pail on the floor next to him, Jett held out the fishing pole in his two hands. This was just what he needed. A break, something different to do. Maybe there was more to Scavenging than risking one's life in musty warehouses and infected shopping malls. He could dig up some bait and get plenty of food for a couple people in the community just by taking this thing out to the lake. A small smile drew across Jett's lips. Things were looking up for him.
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WORDS - around 350
NOTES -
TUNES - Brian Eno - MGMT
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0 |
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Post by JULIET ANNETTE LAWSON on Jan 20, 2013 17:33:49 GMT -5
 The first, pleasant words that stalled the young woman from entering the supply center for a moment were: "Same fucking shit!" Juliet felt like shit. Nothing new for the young woman, and of course it bothered her more than ever. She had felt this way for so long that she had even made a daily chore for herself, to keep a good attitude as much as possible. Hoping this little light would shed on her day. Now, not so much. One thing not exactly on her side was her quiet nature. It was cursed and due to her condition, she couldn't really help it. It either made things easier, or worse. More often the latter.
Going to the supply center was the one venture she truly could enjoy because she didn't feel useless. This time she was certain she'd make her older brother proud. Not being in the safe haven too long, Juliet found it harder that way, because then there were so many strangers. Of course the people tending the center knew her well enough to remember that she only came here for her brother. Yet that didn't seem to matter now. Yes, there were some really friendly people, and most became somewhat annoyed with her after a time. She was lucky, however, to even have a few acquaintances around the community. Even if she couldn't fully trust them.
Juliet's bright eyes searched around, the same picture she'd seen for weeks. A slow sight escaped her as she crossed her arms, roaming a bit. She had no clue what she needed to get for him anyway. The thought began to bother her deeply. Thinking of something he'd possibly need or didn't have. Maybe she'd just look around and leave with absolutely nothing. What use would she be then? Then she had wasted a good amount of time, which in her case was a splendid thing. A small frown crossed her pale features at the sight of a fishing pole in a man's hand, the same man that had lashed out with complaint only a couple minutes ago. It was something she hadn't seen there before. How could she have missed that? With a shrug, Juliet left the thought alone. The idea of going over there and seeing if anything else unknown to her was hiding around - it had already been rejected. Besides, she wasn't even sure if her brother could fish for his life. In fact she didn't know a lot of things about her brother now, the only great thing they shared was experience and mutual understanding. Family stuff.
After plenty of inner contemplation that lasted but half a minute, the redhead ran a hand through her hair and shuffled her feet over to where the man was. "Excuse me..." she peeped, reaching for the pile of supplies. Before rummaging through it, she glanced at the man. "Found something new for a change?" she asked, a hint of a smile tracing her words. It was merely a comment on her behalf - only because he seemed so put off with the income of supplies. She supposed it got pretty dang frustrating as a scavenger, but she wouldn't know.
tag - - jett
notes - - herro thurr ^-^
words - - around 530ish
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Post by CAMERON JETT OAKEN on Jan 20, 2013 21:30:21 GMT -5
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"Excuse me..."
The soft spoken words startled Jett, and he jumped just slightly to the side as the redhead appeared next to him. How long was she behind him? She must have heard or seen his outburst. One hand gripped the rod as the other slipped behind his head, rubbing the back of his neck shyly. "Uh..." he began, but her words saved him from any embarrassing thoughts he was about to blab. His smile from earlier turned apologetic. "Found something new for a change?" So she had heard his fit earlier. He let out a curt laugh, "Yeah. Haven't seen one of these in a long while." He took a step back from the girl, giving her space to trifle through the random supplies. The last thing he'd want is to crowd her. "Hey sorry about earlier... I didn't think anyone was around. I'm just on edge I suppose."
He looked down at his fishing pole, nibbling on his lip. Things were definitely looking better. Jett didn't have many friends in the Safe Haven. That might have been one of the few reasons he lashed out just minutes ago. It wasn't just the same supplies every damn day. It was the same routine. Wake up, eat, scavenge, eat, sleep. Nothing offered him freedom from his dull day. Even scavenging was becoming mundane. Nothing exciting happened on his raids. The only adventure he had run into so far was a couple of straggling Infected that were dealt with by a shotgun hit to the head. But now he had this fishing pole and even better, a possible friend. He kept his cocky attitude wrapped up for now, feeling the need to be kind to the girl. Obviously it would be the best way to befriend her. Unless she was some hardcore punk who liked to mosh and burn small children--then maybe he should be a jackass to her.
He would take his chances with kindness, "I'm Jett." He said with a friendly smile and a outstretched hand. "I've been in here for awhile and have been through most of this junk, looking for anything in particular?" Jett winced after he spoke. He sounded like a Wal-Mart employee. Great first impression, he thought to himself with an internal eye roll. First his fit of anger and now his robotic sentence. He was on a roll in the speaking department, aisle four. He scrutinized the girl as he awaited a response. She was shorter than his 5'11" stance, possibly 5'6? 5'5? She had a vibrant head of red hair that made him want to smile. Jett was one of those people to notice the little things in a person so one of the first mannerism he'd picked out about her was how quiet she could be. The way she crept up around him without a sound and her murmur of a greeting. It had an almost soothing effect, yet Jett figured there could be a deeper meaning for her gentle ways. But he wouldn't ask, of course.
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WORDS - 505
NOTES - Well heloooo :)
TUNES - A Match Into Water - Pierce The Veil
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0 |
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Post by JULIET ANNETTE LAWSON on Jan 21, 2013 0:31:00 GMT -5
He chuckled! For reasons she was glad that he did, it almost assured her that she wasn't just waste of space at the moment - she had no idea what she was looking for. She wished she could make people laugh, but it seemed as though she couldn't even take a joke in the first place. "Yeah. Haven't seen one of these in a long while." Juliet was somewhat glad he hadn't said anymore than that, but that didn't mean she felt right looking through the supplies with him standing next to her. Luckily, he took a step away from her. However, Juliet hadn't found anything Robert would need, or at least didn't have. Licking at her lips, she stood up straight, crossing her arms. She studied the things, trying to get her mind off- well, everything.
"Hey sorry about earlier... I didn't think anyone was around. I'm just on edge I suppose." Looking up at the man, Juliet easily lifted a shoulder in a half shrug. "It's fine. I mean... it makes sense." She nodded, confirming what she had just said with a light toothless grin crossing her pale lips. Nothing was worse than wanting to skip out of a conversation. He didn't seem like a complete lunatic or major jerk. He was being kind enough. She couldn't help it though. So her way of dealing with it was fighting the urge to say goodbye and leave. Another reason was that she hadn't yet gotten what she came for. Or maybe, she was just pretty dang good at fighting off the paranoia that threatened constantly to take over.
Juliet's green eyes flickered from his hand to his eyes as he introduced himself as Jett. A name she hadn't heard often.The corners of her mouth lifted at his friendly smile. In a split second, she decided it was of no harm to her to shake his hand. "Juliet," she said, shaking his hand firmly before pulling it away. "I've been in here for awhile and have been through most of this junk, looking for anything in particular?" Her brow raised at the question, met with a honest shake of her head. She had no clue now. "No, not really..... I guess," she trailed off, looking off behind Jett.
She didn't see anything in particular, she just decided she'd leave with nothing to give Robert. He could come on over himself, she supposed. Instead, she walked past him, glancing at the rod in his grip. Her arms instinctively laid on her hips as she turned around again. "I'm guessing no doubt you can fish." Stupid thing to say. Of course he could, what other reason would he want a fishing rod? She went on - her curiosity growing. "Are you planning on fishing down at the lake or something?" Juliet thought it was a splendid idea. She hadn't been at the safe haven but a month or so now, she wasn't sure if they got fish from the lake at all. Maybe it was infected. Or not. Obviously, she hoped the latter more than anything.
tag - - jett
notes - - c:
words - - around 560ish
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