Breathe

Anais 25 Preacher

[andrew-quinn]

[Andy was overflowing with excitement and joy, he had finally found other people! Well, living people anyway. He’d wondered for so long if he was the last one left alive and now he knew he wasn’t. The weight that fell off his shoulders was greater than any he could have carried in reality, even with his enhanced strength. He was practically skipping down the halls of the hotel, looking for a room to hole up in until he had the opportunity to meet with the rest of the group, or at least it’s leader. Or leaders? He actually didn’t know how this group was run. But that was okay, because they were living people and they weren’t actively trying to kill him. But now the question remained, which room, and what should he do while he waited?]

[anais-beauchene]

[Despite what's happened recently the man Anais has seen skipping through the halls a couple of times now brings a small smile to her face. She's been busy moving a few more of her things into the room she's taken, unsure of exactly how long the group would be here. It's clear the man must be new, and if he isn't she'll have to be just a bit more suspicious, but talking to a new face will take her mind off things. She's been needing to update her personal list of the group's members anyway.] Excuse me? [She waves at the man.] Are you searching for something?

[mason-sullivan]

{He feels like he’s just kicked a puppy with the way she’s staring back at him, but he won’t apologize. Either way, it won’t change that fact that he won’t care about anyone, no matter how nice they are. All his life, people have kicked him around like he’s some unwanted toy. He’s learned that it’s either kick or be kicked. He keeps his mouth shut after her offer. Mason won’t ask her for anything, or anyone for that matter. He shakes his head.} Nah. There’s not much police stations do for my curiosity. And the fog just creeps me out.

[anais-beauchene]

[She nods in agreement with him as she puts the walkie talkies in her bag, making a mental note to figure out how they work later.] It would be hard not to be given 'creeps' from the fog I think. That is why I've preferred to stay closer to the group, and really? [She zips up her bag and stands up straight to make a face at him, though it's not meant to seem like she's actually judging him.] Police stations do not heighten your curiosity? I've always wondered if maybe there were somethings top secret going on inside. Though maybe that is childish.

I hope that does not mean you are just difficult to entertain. [She has a feeling someone with his abilities could get into quite a bit of trouble if they were easily bored.] Have you seen many police stations on the television before so they have become uninteresting?

[mason-sullivan]

{Mason”s smirk falls when she starts to yell. Okay. Touchy. He says nothing more about the radios in her hand. Part of his reason being he’s just too confused about her taking it upon herself to ask about his wellbeing. It makes his hairs stand on end. She wants something. It’s the only explanation.} Don’t. {He says simply, taking a step back.} Nothing. I was practicing. {He shrugs.}

[anais-beauchene]

[Anais only stares at him for the few seconds after his reply. She realizes she's been shut out, but she guesses it doesn't have so much to do with her as it does with Mason himself. It was normal to her to care for the people she came into contact with, and she only wonders why Mason seems not to be in favor of that.] Even if it may be nothing I am never too busy to heal any wounds. [And with that offer she chooses to drop it, though it doesn't meant she'll hesitate to ask the man how he's doing any of the next times they speak. Taking off her backpack and opening it, she changes the subject.] Have you discovered anything of use in this place, or tried to venture out in the fog?

[mason-sullivan]

{Mason drops his hold on her as soon as he’s sure she won’t fall on her ass. His eyes lower to glance at the offending piece of machinery in her hands, and a small smirk stretches one side of his mouth as he sees the walkie-talkies.} Does it have batteries?

{Her question catches him somewhat off-guard. In an unusual moment of self-awareness, he shrugs.} Uh, yeah. Fine. My arms are a little sore from the shotgun… {He frowns.} Why?

[anais-beauchene]

[After Mason's first question she huffs and looks at him seriously for a moment only to begin smirking seconds later.] Yes of course batteries are in it! I am not dumb - [Having caught on that first question she cuts herself short when she processes what he said last, her expression turning to one of concern.] Because I am to make sure you are doing okay. [Unbeknownst to her it sounds like she's given herself some responsibility over the man's safety.] What happened with the shotgun? ... What shotgun?

[omar-farouk]

Woah! [Omar is taken off-guard as well, nearly crashing into the woman as he stares at the crumpled shirt in his hands. He was always tearing holes in his clothing, and as much as he tried to stitch them closed, he couldn’t keep up with a steady supply of thread. Someone had been offering to sew a while ago; he should have spoken up. These thoughts are shattered as he bounds out of Anais’s way, seeing her just before they collide. Looking up, face going red, the fog having drained him of some of his usual color, he offers an apologetic simper.] I’m sorry. 

[anais-beauchene]

[Focused on finding out the the reason why a walkie talkie needed to many buttons, Anais hadn't been pulled from her thoughts until she heard the 'woah'. She looks up and around to find Omar, who she assumes has moved out of her way before she walked right into him. Naturally, she smiles at the familiar face but after seeing his face turn red her smile widens until she's laughing.] Oh no, no! [She hides her face slightly, looking embarrassed though still smiling.] Do not be sorry, I should have been keeping an eye on the things in front of me.

[As her light laughter stops she looks Omar.] I hope you are doing okay? Do you know how to use this? [She asks, holding up the walkie talkie.]

[mason-sullivan]

{Mason is just walking by, on his way to get something to snack on. He’s waiting for Anais to look from whatever she’s holding and smile or something, but it’s obvious she’s too entrapped by the object in her hands to realize the impending collision. He grabs her by the shoulders, stopping her before either of them can fall.} Slow down there, princess. Might not run into someone so appealing next time.

[anais-beauchene]

[Anais had unintentionally been deep in thought, buzzing around inside her own mind when she felt someone grab her by the shoulders. She jumps and nearly moves to hit the 'aggressor' before she realizes it's Mason.] Mon Dieu. [She says, pressing one of her hands to her chest as she laughs sheepishly.] Excuse me, I was lost in attempting to work this stupid contraption. [She holds up the walkie talkie briefly and gives it a frustrated look before lowering her hand.]

[Her next question might seem like she was wondering if he was hurt from their near collision, but she wants to know how he's doing in general as well.] Are you okay, Mason?

[anais-beauchene]

Do you think you contribute enough to the group?

Enough is never enough in a group as large as this, but I do what I can. I only hope that one of us is able come up with a better means to forage through the fog, now that it has thickened and danger is much closer.

[anais-beauchene]

How did your spirit react to the sudden attack by the horde?

The spirit I share this body with is unafraid of those deadly creatures. They were much calmer than I was.

[caden-roush]

[Caden has yet to speak to Kris or Samson about his return despite being in the group over a week. Out of all his priorities, speaking to them should of the first, but a part of him keeps avoiding it because he doesn’t want to hear that he’s going to being treated like a kid since, for some odd reason, they have a age limit on patrolling, scouting, and scavenges. Kids with the red glow, like him and tried shouldn’t be treated so differently. Their power allows them to be almost near invincible. Hell, he was bit the first day and went through the three day fever thing so it’s not like he has no idea what to expect from it. Caden just wishes everyone could be treated equally when it comes to bettering the odds of the group. He’s so in thought as he walks about, unaware of the woman until it’s too late and bumps into her.] Oh, excuse me.

[anais-beauchene]

[When Anais bumps into him she stumbles and nearly drops what she was holding, but she shakes her head and frees one of her hands to shake it at him.] Oh - no, excuse me. The fault is mine. [She brushes herself off and puts one of the walkie talkies she was holding in the pocket of her sweatpants.] Are you all right? I should have been looking where I was going... [Her voice trails off as she looks up from herself to the teen before her.] I've not met you before have I? [The realization leads her to start wondering how long it's been since she updated her notebook. She was going to have to start getting around to the faces she hasn't seen before to get their names, just for personal knowledge.]

[anais-beauchene]

[Since the group moved Anais had been giving herself a bit of a break. As difficult for her as it was she had tried to just relax rather than scouting and exploring the fog, because with the police department there must be a city the police were trying to protect. Her mini vacation was over now however and she began looking for useful things around the building this morning. So far she'd found a few old walkie-talkies and with all the buttons on them she was still figuring out how to use them even after giving them new batteries.] Oh, how I wish you just worked… [She says as she looks down at the screen of one, not paying attention to see who she's about to walk into.]

[kimi--sato-deactivated20160504]

[Since Evie had found her days earlier Kimi had been meaning to wash her own clothes. After finding a soap and a basket she’s  down by the pond. She hisses as she dips her hand into the water - not expecting it to be so cold. With that she suddenly has an idea. Lighting up her arm the runes glow bright and flames attempt to light themselves, instead the water starts bubble and steam. The steam rises replacing the cold fog.] Ooh. [Kimi forgets about the clothes for the moment, now taking her other dry arm and setting it aflame before dunking it into the water. She’s smiling at the hiss and how much the light shines through the water although it’s an odd sensation when the flames are put out.]

[anais-beauchene]

[Anais was down by the pond trying to see if any members of the group were staying in the cabins closer to the water. While most people tended to stay near each other she'd noticed a select few who seemed to like being secluded, and she just wanted to keep track of where everyone was. As she walked along the pond's shore she could hear something moving in the water nearby and while the fog skewed her vision the little sunlight that got through helped her make out the figure. She walked closer and her caution ebbed away and she came to recognize who it was.] Is that you Kimi? What are you doing? [She asked, somewhat relieved to find the young woman and giving her a small smile.]

[bentley-harris]

[Mentally swearing to himself, Bentley makes a vein attempt to sit himself up, but the air in his lungs threatens to leave with every sharp movement he makes. How stupid do you have to be to dive after a cooler, especially one that’s obviously going to fall off the roof. At the sound of footsteps and beam of light through the fog, somehow he manages to set himself up on his left side that he hadn’t landed on. It’s Anais and when she jumps, despite how much his right shoulder kills him right now, a chuckle manages to escape his lips.] I fell.

[anais-beauchene]

[As Anais is taking a closer look she catches that chuckle coming from Bentley and she takes that at a sign he's not too badly hurt. With her healing abilities she doesn't sense anything out of place. If he hadn't just fallen from some height she would have shoved him lightly for his response.] I can see that very clearly. [She says, her expression changing from one of worry to a bit of amusement and she stands up for a moment.] Did you fall from the roof? [She asks with a bit of disbelief, shining the flashlight from the roof of the cabin to the fallen cooler.] What business did you have on the roof? As if there is not enough danger these days...

[anais-beauchene]

Where would you like to settle and maybe build a life in this country?

I cannot think of a place here to settle and build a life when I hope to still have family in France. If the world came back to a state where I could settle, I would be moving back to my home.

[anais-beauchene]

Would you say you are loyal to the group as a whole, or loyal to a select few that make you tolerate the others?

I am loyal to the group as a whole. We are not a group if we are loyal only to some and not others.

[bentley-harris]

[Bentley finds himself perched on the roof of his cabin with the aid of ice steps he made on the side of the building, the cooler resting beside him with one bottle of the flattened soda popped open. He hadn’t been able to find Evander, and the soda was starting to exceed the days he planned to try it with the young adult. Thinking of how pissed the kid’ll be, the man tilts his head back and takes a quick swig of the toxic drink, body twitching as the thickness of it travels down his throat. The twitch happened with enough force to send the cooler sliding down the roof and over the edge. Before Bentley could even think, he dove for it, tossing the bottle aside, and rolling over the edge. The meeting with the ground wasn’t pleasant. He landed hard on his side, moaning and groaning as white-hot pain shoots up his body. Rolling to his stomach proved to be trivial, with every move he made it took the breath right out of him. He had only wanted to see what the big deal was about sitting on the roof like he’d seen everyone else doing, he had no intention of falling off.] Fuck…

[anais-beauchene]

[Anais was on her way back to her cabin from the main building, flashlight in hand and a bag on her back. She'd been making a habit of searching through the cabins near the group for food and supplies and bringing it back to where everyone could find them. It was dark and really she was only hearing the distant screams in the air before to heard a thump on the ground not to far from her. With a hand on the gun at her side she walked towards the source of the sound, shining her flashlight on the ground and jumping when she found Bentley.]  Bentley? What happened here? [She asks, crouching down beside him and using the flashlight to look him over for wounds.]

[jennifer-sloane-blog]

[Jen moved her car down and parked it by the main entrance. There was some rule about separating, but that seemed slightly pointless to her, especially when everyone was already separated and staying in different cabins.All she wanted was to keep an eye on the road. The place was big, too big really for a single patrol to do much good in her opinion, at least not against monsters or dead heads. Still, at least this way if anything human approached the group she would know.] I can’t believe I actually miss that fuckin’ wall. [She says quietly even though no part of her wants to go back to Quantico.]

[anais-beauchene]

[Anais was down by the main entrance to get a few of the things she left in Bentley's car after leaving them there when the group moved. The man had nearly been sleeping when she showed up in his cabin, so she simply got permission to go in his car and set off to run over to it really quick. If she could find it. She was just on her way to it when she heard something, but it wasn't one of the screams echoing through the air. With one glowing hand up and the other on the gun at her side she went a bit further until she found a woman she's seen around the group for a while.] Excuse me? Sorry, I did not catch that.

[anais-beauchene]

Do you think the world is better this way?

Not at all.