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jacobxmorgan
“You alright? you’re looking a little rough.” Jacob had noticed the other starting to walk a little bit further behind the group. “I have some water if you need some?” Jacob offered.
“Yeah, I’m ok. Just trying to avoid the angry mob that is waiting to turn on me.” Fox said with a laugh. He had done his best to stay away from the others. He knew he’d only make the situation worse if he attempted to talk to people.
ivxnvasiliev
Ivan didn’t know why he sought out what was left of his sad, horrible, beaten group. Surely it wasn’t ‘comfort’, most of the people (and especially Fox) either irritated him or gave him the creeps. It wasn’t… Okay, so maybe he did feel marginally more safe lurking around people he’d spent most of his time in the apocalypse with. Still, Fox and the other leaders– he was just furious with them. Not even for the right reasons, either. So, when the question was lobbed in his direction, he couldn’t help but snort and direct his gaze to the wall. “Oh, yeah. You’re getting burned at the stake and we’re all joining the King for a picnic tomorrow.”
Fox didn’t say anything for a few moments as he formulated his thoughts. He hoped Ivan was joking. Foxworth had now grown to expect Ivan to take creative liberties when passing on information. Or maybe it just seemed that way to Fox, a guy who liked to answer in a simple straight forward way. “Am I going to be the main dish at the picnic?” He asked with a semi-serious tone. Fox’s jokes usually had a morbid air to him, which is why he didn’t understand why those in his group were surprised when they heard the news. Maybe they didn’t expect it from Atty and Gabriel, they were the normal ones in the bunch. Ok, well maybe Athena was the only normal one.
Fox had lost his right to speak up ⸺ at least that is what he was told. He didn’t understand what the big deal was. He agreed that what his group was doing was...horrible if you still thought in black and white. However, Fox understood that the ‘new’ world, much like the old, had various shades of gray. He also understood that people were going to b outraged with him, Atty, and those who were involved with the whole let's eat people idea. Despite that, he spoke to someone close to him, “Do you know what the, uh, others have decided?” He hated having to ask around for information.
gaxriel
His first response was a huff of agreement. The annoyance was written all over his voice. He hated the unasked for intrusion as much as any other, and if you asked him, the investigators were a threat which ought to be eliminated. “It’s pathetic enough that they do really think they’re going to find anything,” he added. While he knew very well that there was indeed something to find, he found it almost insulting that the other groups genuinely believed they could announce an investigation and still find proof of a crime. Though, he supposed that said more about their intellect than the Roamers’.
Fox nodded. “It is very silly of them. In their scenario, we have been doing this for a long time, and yet no one, not even our members, have noticed. Yet they think that they will be able to find the truth by employing a few volunteer investigators?” He laughed at the scenario. Partly because it was what they honestly thought, and because the Roamers were lead by three very smart people. People who didn’t know how to only survive, but do what is needed to survive. The other groups were no match for them. They used force, while the Roamers used their words to inspire people. Fox had already been thinking about what he would say if, by some miracle, this investigation squad found anything. “I’m very offended actually.” He said in a serious tone. “We have to play nice while they just come into our home and tell us what to do. Making it seem as if we answer to them. We don’t answer to anyone.” He continued. Foxworth was usually a bit eccentric and long winded, but he had trouble communicating how much it angered him.
lilaparker
“We’d allow you to do the same if the tables were turned.” She pointed out softly. “And if you have nothing to hide then there should be no problem…” Lila hadn’t volunteered to help search the camp with the intention of getting into a confrontation with anyone, really she had only wanted to feel more useful.
Foxworth admitted that she had a point, however, he was sure that the Roamers would stay out of the other groups business. “I suppose that would be a nice courtesy, but I doubt we would call for it. I don’t think that what anyone is doing is our business. Please do not think that I mean that I feel we should not communicate, but I do not feel it is right to force one’s ideology on others. By that I mean I don’t feel that we should have to comply with the investigations. That Logan person did a horrible thing, but I don’t think we should be so quick to assume the worst.” He said in a soft voice. A part of him agreed with what he was saying. They shouldn’t see the worst in each other, but in this case, they were right. The rumors were true, and he wasn’t sure what was more bewildering. The fact that people think that they could be cannibals and somehow got away with it for so long, or that they were blind enough to follow rumors without proof.
“This is bullshit,” He said looking down. The other groups had decided that it was ok to come into their home and poke around. Despite the fact that the rumors were true, he didn’t like the idea of the other groups not trusting them.
angela leblanc
“I sometimes wonder if Tarzan was a virgin when he met Jane.” The medic smiled slightly. With so much talk going around, it was slowly starting to drive her mad. Not to mention, it made her even more hesitant to trust anybody. Something was definitely fishy about the situation, she just couldn’t quite figure out what it was exactly. “What do you think?”
He laughed, something that he hadn’t done in a long time. “That, that is, ah...I think he was a virgin, and I think he had no idea what the heck he was doing...but had the stamina to make up for it?” He said. He face still had the hint of a smile. Most met a roamer with harsh tone or a sense of conviction.
RIVKA SHAFIR
“How many other groups are there around here?” she asked him. One, she was curious to know because she was curious to know if people were trying to return to civility. Two, she wanted to know if she would have to worry about hordes of people, living and dead, swarming her. It was just her against these odds. Not exceptionally great odds, but she knew how to handle herself. “You talk a lot,” she added bluntly. “Trusting people in these situations will get you killed or worse.”
Fox couldn’t help but chuckle at her observation. “Yeah, I do. I’m not worried about dying. If I trust the wrong person and end up a walker, so be it.” He said with a small shrug. “Besides, people normally leave me alone because I’m ‘off-putting’,” he said. His fingers quoted off-putting. Even though he tried to be normal, he couldn’t quite get the hang of it. “There are quite a few groups around here. Some stick to themselves, other like to meddle. Not that, you know, meddling is a bad thing, but I just don’t understand the need. There are the Roamers, nicknamed because we have our base so far away from everyone. The Community, the, I don’t know, Disneyland of Scottsdale. The Survivors, they keep to themselves, but at least we know a bit about them. There is this one group that is...very secretive...and the Minutemen. They want to be heroes and save kittens from trees and what not,” he said listing the groups he knew about.
SAHARA LINCOLN
Hazel hues examined the wound before her. A gash that created a wound deep enough to see the white starting of the bone. Sahara’s brows knitted together as she slipped on a few gloves and softly moved her fingers around the area of the wound. “Hey…you there. Can you grab me the closest needle and thread? Also, can you bring a cloth for my patient to bite down on?” Her voice was soft, yet held a seriousness as the words rolled off of her tongue. Turning her attention to her patient she sighed pursing her lips slightly. “This is going to hurt.”
Fox didn’t particularly like visiting the Community. Something about how nice everyone seemed didn’t sit right with him. He wondered what secret they were hiding. He had only peeked into the room curious as to what was happening when the woman had asked for some assistance. Fox shot her a confused look. He didn’t understand why she was asking him to help, but he entered the room and looked around. “I can’t find a cloth,” he said holding out the needle and knife. “Isn’t there pain killers or something for this type of thing?”
RIVKA SHAFIR
Rivka lowered her weapon slightly, but kept it high enough to shoot him if he came towards her. One quick pull of the trigger and he’d be down on his ass. “How many are in your group and how close are they?” she asked him. She had no interest in joining anyone. After her last mission, she could only trust herself. No one was reliable these days. Amir changed her views of everyone. She did not want to have a run in with more people. People changed people, that was one thing she learned from her time at Mossad and during this apocalypse.
Fox made up his mind that she was not part of his group unless she was just playing with him. Though, he figured that was unlikely. “I’m part of the group that is held up in the School. You know the one who gives out food to those who need it,” He said. “We aren’t really...a threat...unless you are an animal,” he added. “You aren’t really trusting. That’s good. There are a lot of people who want to take advantage of the situation of the world right now. Or the United States...I don’t know how far it has spread.” He continues. Foxworth could talk your ear off if you let him, though most people ended the conversation early due to his sometimes unapologetic curiosity.
RIVKA SHAFIR
“If there is food that you want, I don’t have any for you,” Rivka said, ready to shoot the person in front of her. It was a half lie. She didn’t have anything substantial. Only some crackers and peanut butter. It was enough to hold her over if she was ever without food so she wouldn’t starve to death. On her list of things to do, raiding a grocery store was one of them. “I am out of water as well, but this gun is fully loaded, so I suggest you leave me alone.”
Foxworth remained quiet. He pondered on if this was it, the end of the line. “I have enough food in my group,” he said. Despite the fact that it was true, he never objected to finding more food. Especially food that didn’t draw questions. “I’m just scouting the area.” He continued. He ignored the threat not wanting to anger the woman. He was testing to see how she would react. Scottsdale was big, and though most of the population had been turned into walkers, there were still people who he hadn’t met yet. Fox usually kept to himself, barely knowing those who were in his own group much less those outside. However, he wasn’t sure if the woman was in his group.
QUINT ROBISON
The only sign that Quint was looking at the boy was the subtle turn of his head. The black aviators he was wearing to escape the shining light of the sun hid his eyes from view. “Just a horse.” Quint stated simply with a single shoulder shrug. “More if ya go back down West.” He said, hooking his thumb over in that direction as he continued walking the animal.
Fox followed the man keeping his distance. He gave a nod and looked up to the sky trying to keep pace with the horse. “How do you know that there are still horses there? I mean wouldn’t they die from hunger or end up a meal for the walkers? Unless someone is looking after them.” his voice got low for a second as he talked to himself. “They’d probably want something in exchange for a horse. A horse would be something that a lot of people would want...could be good...or bad.”
Writing Challenge: Foxworth Rossen #02
What seemingly insignificant memory stuck with your character?
Fox never really fit in as a child, he loved to read books and had an unusual sense of curiosity. There is one book that he keeps going back to. A book that talked about different herbs and their uses. He’d read it after “borrowing” it from one of his classmates. He remembers how amazed he was at how the illustrator drew the herbs. How the book seemed like some ancient spell book. He tried to make one when he had to return the book but had forgotten about it until the outbreak occurred. He would like to make a small survival guide about the plants, animals, and locations around Scottsdale. Mostly for his own knowledge, but mainly because he remembers the wonder he had when he first read that book.
Does anyone know?
He’s mentioned it to a few of his group members, but not in depth. It is usually just about him wanting to create some sort of guide.
MACE MERCER
Mace was just on his post. Well, one of his posts anyway. The man had many, in many locations at the outposts. No spotter, which was dangerous. However, his counter thought to that had been that this world didn’t allow spotters. It didn’t offer a helping hand. So, someone would have to. Click click. The faint sound rang in his ears, immediately alarming him. He didn’t let it show, just looking through the scope as he mentally went through his arsenal. Long knife tucked into its sheath on his right, that was his best bet.
Macen sighed, bringing his hand off the handle. He rested it on the stock, raising his head. “Whatever you’re about to do, I suggest you do it now.. and don’t hesitate.” It’ll just get ugly for you, he thought.
“I didn’t come here to start trouble or get shot,” he said in a tone devoid of emotion. Fox wasn’t emotionless, but he had trained himself to turn them off when he encountered a serious situation. He’d wandered in due to curiosity. He was curious as to what, or who, was in the building. Why they were they in the building. If it was the undead he wanted to find out if they’d wandered in or if they simply expired in the building. Curiosity was his main motivation for his actions - even the unsavory ones. “Are you going to shoot me? If you are, just get it over with.” He continued. He didn’t move from his spot, not wanting to escalate the situation.
⸻ @damienrcse
“I have some jerky,” he said as he sat down. He didn’t expect to be trapped in a room with someone outside of his group. If all else fails, he would bring back some meat to his own group. “You’re welcome to have some if you wish,” he said looking through his bag. He was thankful that Ellie was a talented cook.
⸻ @cyrusthurman
“Oh you know...I went hunting,” he said with a smile. “We were running a little low on meat, and I was bored. If I’m being honest.” Fox gave him a soft shrug and cleared his throat. He gestured to the black bag to his left. “We have at least one person that we can turn into food.”
⸻ lacy c.
with a nod, she began gathering things to help block the door. “ i’ll help then. ” placing a particular heavy object against the growing number of things, she looked over at him. “ is it just one or multiple? ”
“Thanks,” he said catching his breath. He wasn’t typically scared of walkers but this one reminded him of his mother, someone he hadn’t seen in a long time. “No, it’s just one.” He said with a soft laugh. He found it funny that despite all he’d done, he was spooked by one walker who looked like his mother. Once the door was barricaded, he extended his hand. “I’m Foxworth,” he said. “Thanks for helping. No many people would help me like that,” he added.