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 Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 12:09 pm
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Nina heard Jain say she was going to keep her device off and sighed. She was worried for both of the people who were to come back her, but it also brought up a reminder of the first group who had went off to get supplies. "Gosh... Kalila and Jain... All we're missing is Alex!" She said out loud to herself. She didn't realize the irony of her words. They're all fine though. All of them are kick@$$... They'll survive. She thought with a nod.
She turned to look as Reshion walked out of her room. He was shirtless and his hair was... white? WTF? He mind screamed. I don't have any white hair die... Do I? She wondered, confused. His hair was dyed orange... Ok... Maybe his hair is SO bleached... It's white. Maybe the orange washed out? She mused. She blinked as she realized he was still shirtless. She quickly turned her back to him with a blush. She turned her head to Garath as he spoke. Nina laughed. "You know what? My dad's room is still backed with clothes. He has some big T-shirts... He's a big guy." She said with a smile, flexing both of her arms to express her father "bigness."
Garath spoke again, and Nina frowned. "Indeed..." She said in agreement. "We'll eventually have to abandon this house. Eventually we'll have to get to a Wal-Mart or Kroger and hold up in there." She said putting a hand on her chin in thought. "Luckily, Mizuki and Nicholas brought extra clothes... and there are still a lot of by dad's clothes" She said pointing in the direction of her room, indirectly to the clothes the two had left behind so they could have emty backpacks, and down the stairs towards her father's room. Stucturally Nicholas was broad, tall for his age, but still short compared to the rest of the people who were coming here, minus his older sister. Mizuki was more lean and short for his age. Her father was tall and broad. All and all they had a large arrangemnt of sizes. But still, it wouldn't last long if their water line failed. "Once everyone comes back... We'll plan our leave." Nina said reassuringly.
Reshion adressed Garath. As she was about to continue speaking a delicious aroma waffed up the stairs. It was the great Italian food smell of garlic and seasoning. "Mmmm..." She said closing her eyes. "Great job Crimson!" She yelled down the stairs. "I'm sure everyone will love it." She said with a smile to herself. Her stomach grumbled to prove her point.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 1:47 pm
Smiling wide, her cheeks flushed at Nina's compliment. She knew no one could see beside Thomas, and he was being stoic.
She heard Nina talk about moving into Wal-mart and laughed a little, remembering a long-ago commercial that had been quite funny.
Her laughter, however, became tinted with sorrow, knowing that thier wouldn't commercials anymore.
Wow, I never thought I would miss commercials.
Crimson sighed, just as the oven timer went off. DING!
Garlic bread is done.
She went back to busying herself over dinner.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 3:23 pm
Thomas had noticed that he still hadn't answered Crimson's question. He was still kind of in shock that he was able to tell her so much about himself with such ease.
"Well, one of my favorite bands at the moment is All that Remains..."
Thomas made a mental sigh. He didn't have alot of money to spend on music. So he didn't have alot of music to listen to. They had a computer, but it was a laptop, and he wasn't allowed to use it because it was the "Business laptop"
"...What about you? What kind of music do you like?" Thomas said, reaching for a cloth to get the garlic bread out.
It was then that he overheard the conversation between reshion and Nina.
Wow... It would be nice to baracade ourselves in a walmart... Plenty of food and space... Knives, Guns... As for Reshion... Maybe I could offer him one of my T-shirts? He dosn't want baggy clothing... and his upper body seems to be the same shape/size as mine. Most of my Shirts are either comfortably fitting or tight... I'll ask him after I'm done cooking with Crimson
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 5:01 pm
When she heard that, she almost dropped the pot she was handling. Most people were posers when it came to rock, let only metal.
"I love screaming and thrashing, but I like being sung to once and awhile. Anything that isn't so mainstream, and speaks to me."
She had to test to see if he knew anything about them. All That Remains wasn't one of her favorites, but she knew enough about them.
"So, what is your fav song from All That Remains?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 5:10 pm
After Addressing Garath, Reshion thought,
"I could really use a shirt, " biting his thumb. It was a bad habit that he had. Whenever he was nervous or angry, he would bite his thumb. And Reshion was nervous. Hanging around people he hardly knew would make him nervous. He didn't like people looking at him. He hated it.
Walking into the kitchen, he wondered, "Maybe Thomas has a shirt. He looks about the same size as I do." He didn't like Thomas much, but after all, he didn't like anyone much.
Listening to the corny conversation Crimson and Thomas were having, Reshion barged into the kitchen, "Hello people! It's the white haired wonder!" He shouted out.
For some reason, he thought he should cheer everyone up. Walking further, Reshion was going to say something to Thomas, when he lost his balance, and fell face first onto the floor.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 5:15 pm
She raised her eyebrow when Reshion (of course) interrupted them barging in the kitchen, shouting something about his new white hair.
What a poser.
Then, Reshion fell to the floor, leaving her grimace, and a small wedge of pity sprang up. She set down the pot, and bent down to Reshion, helping him up.
"You okay?"
Reshion really needs to learn to listen to his brain.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 5:29 pm
"Ow."
Was all that Reshion could say, picking himself off of the floor. Rubbing his head, he felt a slight bump rising on his forehead. "Ugh. That is going to be there for awhile." He said, smiling at Crimson, who helped him up. Groaning, he said, "Thanks."
He felt like a complete idiot in front of her, and he had to show that he wasn't as stupid as she (apparently) thought.
Knocking on his head, he said with a grimace, "I need to learn how to use this thing."
Fact was, Reshion was smart. Just, stupid at the same time. He was a great at technology, thanks to his father, but his decisions weren't so good.
"Sorry about that Crimson. Sorry. I just came to see if you needed help with anything." He said, rubbing his chest, which was slightly red from hitting the floor, but the color started to fade quickly.
Reshion coughed into his hand. Looking at it, he was trembling slightly. He thought,
"I'm weak. Too weak to do anything right now. I need rest." He thought, hoping it wasn't true. "s**t. No one can know about this." He thought. He didn't want to create anymore trouble for anyone, espically Nina and Crimson. He bit his thumb, looking at Crimson.
"So, what do you need help with?" He said, smiling.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 5:50 pm
She looked around, at Thomas, and shrugged.
Then, a grin spread over her lips, and she said,
"You can clean the dishes."
Dishes is Crimson's second abhored chore, and she felt postively evil making him doing.
"So, what is with the white hair?"
She looked over at Thomas, shellshocked once again into silence.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 5:59 pm
He smiled.
"It's my true hair color." He said seriously. "Most people think I am a poseur or something like that, but my hair is naturally white. I hate it. It reminds me of my father. Sure I hate him, but I just don't want him to be a zombie. So I dye my hair orange. People seem to believe that more. Go figure." He said, walking around the kitchen, picking up all of the pots and pans that needed to be washed.
Turning on the faucet and testing the water, Reshion plugged the sink and turned to Crimson. Running his wet hand through his hair, it spiked slightly. "I have dye in my backpack if you don't like it. Red, Blue, and Raven Black. Choose one if you want."
Turning back around, he cracked his neck, and turned the water off, beginning to wash the dishes.
"There's your answer." He said, the dished clattering in the silence of the kitchen.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 6:09 pm
Thomas was about to answer Crimson when Reshion bursted into the kitchen, falling flat on his face. Crsimon wen't to his aid and mentioned something about dishes, so he figured Crimson was going to have him do the dirty work.
"To answer your question Crimson, My favorite song as of now by them is 'Air That I Breathe' ... They aren't exactly screaming and thrashing. Although they do scream a little. I think they are more Metal Core."
Thomas could tell she was testing his knowledge and taste in metal music. It's not like he didn't like it, he just didn't have the money or means to listen to it. He had an iPod with about 50 songs on it, about 35 of them he downloaded off of his friends iTunes account a few years back.
"I don't get to listen to alot of music really. I've never had a job, and my parents didn't give me enough to pay for luxuries... I had to save up my leftovers for a year to buy 3 suits that I had my eye on..."
Thomas then remembered he was going to let reshion borrow a shirt.
I guess I could ask now since he's here
"Hey reshion, do you wan't a shirt? I've got a few t-shirts in my backpack that look like they would fit you."
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 6:20 pm
"I could use one." Reshion said, finishing the dishes. "Thanks." He turned around and fell to one knee.
"Not now." He whispered, clutching his side. "Please, let me have a shirt. A tight fitting one if you have it." He said, his breathing becoming ragged, and his vision becoming blurry.
"Come on Ren, pull through." He thought, struggling to stand up.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 6:20 pm
((A reminder to all of you... You cannot hear other character's thoughts. So... Don't respond like your character knew what the other character was thinking. You know... unless it is obvious.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 6:37 pm
Thomas saw Resgion fall to the ground and saw him grab his side.
He must be having another one of his spasms. They seem to be comming at a more rapid rate from what I've seen.
"I'll grab you a shirt after I'm done helping crimson, or, if you wan't you can search through my backpack now to find one you like."
Thomas Gestured to his backpack laying on the ground near him.
"I have some Band T-shirts and a few with designs. The one black and white one with the vertical stripes is a little tight on me so it'll probably be tight on you. Or if you don't like the design, there's probably some other things in there."
Thomas was trying to act like he didn't notice Reshions spasm. He had a feeling that Reshion didn't wan't to feel like he's getting in the way.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 7:05 pm
Ada stared at the new comer with wide eyes. "Infected? I mean to say, have you been bitten by them?" Ada replied. "If you have been, you're probably gonna turn into one of those things in a few hours." Ada listened to the girl as she spoke again. "We've got a couple of towels that we brought just in case." She said and then turned to Nikita. "What did you come down here for anyways?" Before he could answer her, she heard the music above stop. "Never mind that. Give her some towels so she can dry off. I'm gonna go put some more music on." She told her cousin. "When you're done, come back to the roof." As she said that, she turned and began walking up the stairs again. When she reached the top of the stairs, she looked over her shoulder, looking at the girl who had introduced herself as Eri. "Nikita, control your hormones for the girl's sake." Ada said, then made her way to the roof.
Nikita was still in shock over Eri. She's just a kid! He thought to himself. She's barely old enough to take care of herself! He kept thinking about how many kids like her are out there with nowhere to go. It doesn't matter. She'll be safe here. Ada had jolted him out of his thoughts with her question, but before he could answer she left to replay the music. "That is a lie. I have never hit on a woman before in my life." He said with a smirk while trying to look for a towel near the counter. "She likes to be in charge. I let her do what she wants 'cause...you know. Dealing with zombies is rough. I don't wanna be having to deal with some PMSing woman." When he found the towel behind the counter, he handed it to Eri. "I'm Nikita, and that lovely little creature is my cousin Ada." He said sarcastically, pointing towards the stairs with his chin. "Dry yourself up. There's nothing worse in this world than having a cold in hot weather."
He was usually reluctant to show any form of caring affection towards anyone, but situations had changed. She's another survivor. And she's young. The s**t is gonna hit the fan soon, and women are gonna be the new currency. He thought, lifting his head up, as if he could see Ada through the roof. People are gonna want to re-populate the world, and they're gonna need women to do so. He was disgusted that things had come to such a state. But they'll be OK as long as I stick with them. Snapping out of his thoughts, he looked at Eri again. "You thirsty?" He asked.
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