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Nis'ku Bariss
Posted: Nov 5 2011, 10:44 PM


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    The liquor burned her throat pleasantly. She'd been lucky to find it; desperate to find it. Despite fear, depression, confusion, she'd searched house after destroyed house, searching for food, drugs, supplies. She was alone now, she had to take care of herself. No one else would do it for her.

    The last one had a good stash, it looked as if the house hadn't been looted yet. A full bottle of Jack up in a high cupboard, cans of food, a full medicine cabinet. She took it all, what she could carry, but didn't stay in the house. It still felt weird, taking things from people who were most likely dead. Or trying to eat her. She had a gun, a shotgun her husband had found in a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere, strapped to her back, but it was her only protection. And she only had limited ammo. So far, avoiding the infected had been her only strategy. She wasn't even sure she had the nerve to fire the gun at anything.

    So far this place had been quiet, not too many roamers around. She found a deserted alley to rest in, but it wasn't protected at all, she couldn't sleep like she wanted. But she could eat, cleaning out a can of tuna and another of cold soup. She'd been hungry for days and her stomach protested the new contents. Now she was sitting back sipping the bottle of whiskey she'd found, enjoying the rare luxury, wondering if by getting herself drunk she may be getting herself killed. She didn't care...the world had gone to shit, if she died, at least she'd be too drunk to care much.
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Charles Lund
Posted: Nov 11 2011, 08:48 PM



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the damned are answering ,

It was that time of day again: the time when Charlie strolled the streets looking for anything interesting to do. You’d think that with such an important job (well, in his eyes anyway) there would be more for him to do. But no, it seemed as though people were wising up to the ways of Elko. Or rather, they knew what would happen if they didn’t quite get away with stealing from the King. Crime was still apparent in the city, though; it just went unnoticed for the most part because the “cops” were usually in on it themselves. Charlie was no exception to that, either; if there was something he wanted, his title of officer wouldn’t stop him from bending the rules to obtain it.

Now, though, there was very little on his mind; he was walking along the back streets of the city where most of the abandoned houses were. Every now and then there would be an Infected shambling around, but they had been cleared out for the most part. And even though that was the case, the majority of the citizens didn’t usually venture this far out on their own. But if they did? Charlie would be around to “protect” them.

Today was no exception. He was well-equipped with firearms, especially now. There was an Uzi strapped to his back, complete with several ammunition clips stashed away on his person. The soldier he had traded with had been a huge greedy bastard, but Charlie really wanted this gun. It was an older model (a 2010 or so) but it was one of the more reliable weapons he had possessed. Aside from that efficient gun, he kept a silenced pistol tucked away at his side, just in case he needed to put down one or two of the undead without attracting even more.

It might not have been the smartest idea to go at it alone, but Charlie was going house to house, inspecting every room to make sure that this area of the city was safe. For the past several houses the man had found nothing unusual or dangerous, and it was fairly disappointing that the last house he checked held nothing either. Exiting, he closed the door behind him out of habit. That was the end of the street. There weren’t any other dirty houses to inspect, unless he traveled to the next block. Debating for a moment, Charlie only shrugged to himself as he decided to do just that.

When he turned the corner, Charlie saw a woman sitting against one of the alley walls. Surprised, he quickly drew his pistol, keeping it close to his side. From this distance he couldn’t tell if she was alive or dead or undead, but after a few moments he saw her take a swig of some beverage. Intrigued, Charlie continued his steady approach. It didn’t take long for him to reach the woman, and when he did, he stopped, though he kept his pistol drawn. “Hey, Miss,” he called, waving his free hand to get her attention. The man looked her over once, bright blue eyes trying to discern whether or not she was coherent- whether or not she had been infected.

But that was when he realized she was grasping a bottle of alcohol. “Where’d you get that?” His voice was almost cold, accusing. He tucked away his gun, though, just to assure the woman he wouldn’t be doing anything rash just yet. “You know, the King instructed me to seize any alcohol from citizens. He said a lot of it had been stolen recently so it was better to just procure all of it.” Alright, so that was a lie. He just wanted what was left of the whiskey for himself. But he needed to construct a better excuse. Unfortunately, nothing better came to mind.

He allowed a moment to pass before speaking again. But instead of maintaining the cold tone he had used before, he lowered his voice and smiled sweetly. “So, you gonna hand it over?


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Nis'ku Bariss
Posted: Nov 14 2011, 03:03 PM


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    "Hey, Miss..."

    She startled, scrambling on the ground to get ahold of the shotgun on her back and still hang on to the bottle in her hand. It was awkward, and futile. If he'd wanted to kill her, or if he'd been an infected she'd probably be dead by now. Given what she'd been through, what had happened to her husband only a month ago, she should have been more cautious.

    Her head spun with the movement, and she had to force herself to focus on him as he asked - demanded, she knew that tone of voice - where she got the alcohol. Something about a king and citizens and wanting to take it from her. The fuck?

    So, you gonna hand it over?

    She frowned. "No," she replied, as if it was obvious. What a stupid thing to ask, she thought. The idea that refusing a guy with a gun far more handy than hers was rather stupid didn't occur to her. He was trying to take her only escape from this fucked up world, was she supposed to just hand it over willingly?

    But then even as she said it her head cleared a little, and she really saw the gun in his hand. Realized the position she was in. A woman, alone, and a man demanding something of her, practically at gunpoint. It didn't look good for her.

    She pulled herself to her feet, leaning against the wall behind her, clutching the bottle to her with one hand and her purse - her only possessions inside - with the other. "Look...I don't have much..." she said, a note of pleading in her voice. Shit shit shit... her brain chanted, her body tensing as if bracing for fight or flight.
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Charles Lund
Posted: Nov 14 2011, 05:17 PM



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the damned are answering ,

Charlie watched as the woman attempted to reach for her shotgun; he quickly took a step back, holding up his hands to show that he meant no harm. He had even put his gun away! Luckily it seemed as though she was having a bit of trouble, and wouldn’t be able to get a hold of it and shoot him after all. And as a result his hands dropped to his sides as he looked on, somewhat amused. He had walked the entire length of the alleyway to approach her; he didn’t think she would be this shocked. Absently he wondered whether or not she even knew how to use the gun strapped to her back.

He supposed it didn’t really matter, though. The situation had passed and the woman seemed to be eyeing him suspiciously, almost like she was thinking about denying him the alcohol. And when she frowned, doing just that by replying with a simple ‘no,’ Charlie frowned too. Who did she think she was? There was hardly anyone- two, maybe three people- that had the gall to stand up against the Elko security. It just wasn’t a smart thing to do. Maybe she isn’t around from here then, his mind offered, which seemed to be the most suitable explanation for the time being. It would have to do.

Charlie’s eyes narrowed as she slowly stood, leaning against the wall in the process. He pursed his lips in thought. On one hand, in this position she definitely wouldn’t have easy access to her gun, so he still had nothing to worry about attack-wise. On the other hand, he still wanted the booze, and needed a quick and clever way to get it from her. But here she was, clutching both a purse and the bottle of alcohol close to her body. Great. It didn’t look like she was going to be willing to give it up just yet.

Before he could make his move, the woman was speaking. She sounded… frightened. Vulnerable. That kind of caught him off guard (he was expecting more, what with the shotgun and all), but he knew he could try and use it to his advantage. Charlie raised his hands up slightly, facing his palms up to signify he still meant no harm. He took a few steps forward, closing the short distance between them. He smiled, putting on his best charm. “Please, Miss,” he said softly, his voice low. “I’m only following orders…” At the same time he spoke, Charlie reached up to gently brush her cheek with the back of his hand.

Charlie took a small step back after doing so, but still made sure he was close enough to be either intimidating or persuasive. He rested a hand against the wall she was leaning against, making sure to keep it close to the side of her head. Just in case. “So what do you say?


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Nis'ku Bariss
Posted: Nov 22 2011, 09:52 AM


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    He walked towards her and she tried to back away, but only succeeded in flattening herself against the wall. He was coming closer, standing in front of her, practically pressed up against her. She swallowed thickly as he spoke, calling her 'miss', trying to sound official though his actions said differently. He's only doing his job, but he's also touching her, making her shiver and clutch her few possessions tighter to herself.

    So what do you say?

    He stepped back, giving her room to breathe, but staying close, eyeing her intently, trapping her with one hand against the wall beside her head. She was shaking, the buzz from the alcohol not being nearly enough to cover the fear of guys who corner her in dark alleys. No alcohol was worth bodily harm, she finally decided, looking down at her precious bottle of liquid release, and then back up at the guy who could easily kill her and take it if she refused.

    Slowly, shakily, she held it out to him, biting her lip, hoping he would just take it and go, not decide to make sport out of her as he so easily could. "Sorry," she whispered faintly, an old habit from whenever she would talk back to her husband, her husband who hit her; her husband who had thrown himself to the infected to save her, his last order to her being to save herself. Tears stung her eyes at the memory, but she didn't allow them to fall. She didn't want to show any more weakness than she already had.

ooc: listening to Pure Morning by Placebo...seems to fit ;)
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Charles Lund
Posted: Nov 25 2011, 11:41 PM



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the damned are answering ,

Truthfully, he called her ‘Miss’ to keep things less official- to prevent some sort of personal connection from being formed. Knowing her actual name could quite possibly lead to a form of attachment. And he would have none of that. That was one of the reasons why, to most people below him or on his level, he introduced himself as Dutch. That way people would know next to nothing about him, and Charlie could even feel clever for using the name of a gangster from the 1920’s. It was a win no matter which way he looked at it.

And this situation was no different. His attempt at a smooth approach was working it seemed, either out of his “charm” or her blatant unease. Either way was welcomed, as long as it worked. He looked at her attentively (it’d be difficult to look anywhere else; he was incredibly close to her, after all), watched as she clutched what little she had tightly. It was almost pathetic to see such a thing, but the woman’s reaction to his touch would not deter him in his quest to obtain the precious alcohol. No, Charlie was determined to make this short and sweet.

When she shakily held out the bottle for him to take, he looked her in the eyes as a small smile spread across his face. The hand against the wall moved from its position, only to come to a rest at the crook of her neck. His touch was gentle, reassuring, something those hands didn’t often express. His other hand reached out and took the bottle.

Thank you. The King’ll be grateful too.” Another lie, but she would never find out the truth anyway. As soon as he was around the corner he would consume the whiskey himself, though for a fleeting moment he did think about saving a little for later. That was a big maybe, though; he couldn’t trust most of the people in Elko as far as he could throw them. Sure he had his own room, complete with a safe, but people in the town were either desperate or crazy; you could never be too careful.

At that moment, however, Charlie was abruptly drawn from his thoughts because the woman uttered something. It sounded like… Did she just apologize? That surprised him, and he wasn’t quite sure how to react to something like that. His hand, the one resting at the base of her shoulder, fell to his side with uncertainty. “Sorry?” An eyebrow raised involuntarily. “What are you sorry about?” His tone was calm, although there was a hint of annoyance to it.

Why didn’t she just hand it over and be on her way? She was just making things more difficult than they had to be. Granted, he was at fault as well for not ignoring her stupid apology in the first place. But now he was stuck, waiting on an answer from this woman. He scolded himself inwardly, feeling the slosh of the alcohol at his side. He was itching for it now, but he supposed it could wait for a few more minutes.


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speaking of trusting people as far as he can throw them... I just needed to share this d:
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Nis'ku Bariss
Posted: Jan 9 2012, 12:38 PM


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    Her heart was pounding in her throat, fight or flight taking over all of her reactions. It was a familiar feeling, the fear and adrenaline. Her husband would often bring it out in her, if he came home drunk, if he was angry at her for one thing or another. The feeling became something of an old friend to her, a reminder that she could deal with this, that she’d dealt with it before. It was what had kept her alive so long, that instinct to run. Unfortunately, this guy had her cornered.

    Thank you. The King’ll be grateful too…

    She swallowed, her hands shaking as she handed over the bottle. Her only escape from this world, and she’d just handed it over. She didn’t know if she’d ever find any more, if there was any left anywhere. Her cravings, her need for it was strong, but her survival instinct overrode her need for alcohol.

    Sorry? What are you sorry about?

    She didn’t know how to answer that. She’d thought it was self evident, really, that she was sorry for whatever had upset him. It usually worked with James, her husband, her apologies would sometimes calm his rages. Sometimes, not always. It was usually a good idea for her to assume she’d been in the wrong anyway, if it would save her from hurt later.

    But he didn’t understand what she’d meant, and she was at a loss. She opened her mouth and closed it again, trying to think of something to say, but nothing coming to her. Instead she shook her head, shrugged, turned her head, flinching away from him. Couldn’t he just take her alcohol and go?
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Charles Lund
Posted: Jan 10 2012, 02:36 PM



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Charlie shifted his weight to his heels as he continued to wait for the woman to give some sort of response. He would have crossed his arms as well, but the bottle of alcohol would have made it difficult to do so. All he asked was for her to give a reason as to why she was apologizing to him. Did she do something that warranted it? Had she lured him into some sort of trap, where she'd be "sorry" that he had fallen for it? Her simple apology coupled with the timid attitude made him a little suspicious, but at the same time he wondered why it mattered to him so much in the first place.

He took a very small step back, just so he could get a better look at her. It didn't really matter, though. She looked the same as nearly any other person out here alone: scared, tired. (but not quite in the sleeplessness sense) But that was when the woman opened her mouth to speak. Charlie waited attentively, raising an eyebrow when no sound came out. She didn't say a word. Instead, she shook her head and turned away. Then she flinched. You've gotta be kidding me, he thought. He bit the inside of his lip to help smooth out his expression. His usual anger wasn't going to get him anywhere, but neither were harmless questions, apparently.

So, what to do. Charlie mulled it over for a few moments. He could leave her alone to fend for herself, or he could help her out somehow. He could always bring her back to Elko- The King always spoke of how the bigger Elko was, the better. He wasn't sure if he meant that people-wise, but rather defense-wise. Either way he was sure this woman could be put to some sort of use, whether it be a teacher, or something a little more... interesting. It didn't interest him too much, though, and his thoughts quickly moved to the present rather than the future.

"What's wrong with you?" he suddenly asked plainly, though it probably came across a little more offensive than intended. "A minute ago you could talk. What happened?" It never really occurred to him that his previous acts of getting a little too close for comfort could have been a little awkward and disconcerting. He didn't realize that some women wouldn't exactly want a handsome stranger forcibly flirting his way into getting what he desired. And, since these logical ideas didn't present themselves in a timely manner, Charlie was left to wonder what this woman's problem was.

"You know what? Forget I asked." Charlie wasn't going to get sucked back into waiting on another answer, unless she uttered something pertaining to a subject he was actually interested in. Which probably wasn't likely. The bottle of alcohol sloshing at his side was one of those interesting things on his mind. He glanced to it for a brief moment, then back to the woman. The young man felt as though this one-sided confrontation was headed for a dead end. Why not just turn around and be on his way? Satisfied with that idea, Charlie took a couple of steps back and reached to his side, retrieving his pistol. He gave the woman one last once-over and nodded his goodbye. He turned sharply, beginning to walk away and down the dirty alley.

After traveling only a few feet, however, Charlie stopped. He sighed in frustration turning around to face the woman. He couldn't just leave her out here to die at the hands of all those undead things crawling around the outskirts of the city- he didn't want it on (what was left of) his conscience. "Miss, you aren't from around here, are you?" For once his tone of voice wasn't dripping with frustration and it wasn't condescending, which surprised even Charlie. "Why don't you come to town with me? Elko'll be much safer than an abandoned alley."

Once she got into town, she could find a place to stay, get some food in her. "I'll even buy you a drink. If that's what you really want." It was a genuine offer, since he had taken her original bottle, but he hoped his voice didn't make it seem like he cared what happened to her after that.


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