Gary Kendal

Member of Roarton's Human Volunteer Force[Independent Gary Kendal roleplay blog from In The Flesh]

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He did little else when he was in public. Copying others was usually his go to solution when in social situations, but he didn’t fancy doing any of that now, when it’d require having to let go of his phone. He didn’t dare argue, though, so stepped towards the fence, looking at what the others were doing.

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"And wear the apron thing next time," he said, before laughing.

He caught the Walker boy staring for a moment and he raised his eyebrows intimidatingly, telling him to get back to work. And then he caught the other guy, the Irish lad, looking at the boy he'd just had an ordeal with. Gary turned around. He had nothing to do with this.

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He was holding his phone tightly in both hands while he went in the direction he’d seen the truck drive off in. He had no idea how easy it’d be too find, but he didn’t particularly have anything else to go on. Well, he could try his phone, but he hadn’t dared loosening his grip yet.

It took him about twenty minutes to find where he had to be and he walked up to the fence reluctantly/

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Gary looked as if he had nothing to do with the boy when he first approached, so he wouldn't get accused of the black blood on his face or the way he was clutching his phone in his hands. "Ye're late." He said loudly enough, before approaching the boy.

"Not a word of wha' happened. Get to work on the fence. Copy everyone else. Get fuckin' to it," he said more quietly.

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He only found his phone after a few minutes and he was almost afraid to see whether it still worked. It’d switched off and for a moment it didn’t seem to want to turn back on again, but then it did. Not that that meant it was in the pristine state it was usually in. He sat there for a moment, holding his phone, because he got up to get to the fence, where he’d been told to go.

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He didn't know what the boy or the boy's phone would be like when he got to the fence, or if he'd get there at all. He might not even find it, or he might not even try to. Gary didn't understand the kid at all.

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Calum followed the phone with his eyes and immediately got up. He barely even heard what he was told. The only thought he had was that he couldn’t possibly know when fifteen minutes were over, because he didn’t have his phone, and that almost made him sick.

He ran towards where he thought he’d seen the phone land, but once there he couldn’t actually see it between the grass. He got down on his knees and started looking all around, frantically.

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Gary got in his truck and drove off without the kid. If anyone would hear about this, he wouldn't be in trouble, he knew that. He was in charge and he had all the reason to do this. Maxine Martin would agree with him, definitely.

He arrived at the fence, where he took over Dean's shift, waiting to see whether the kid would turn up, while making sure these rotters didn't misbehave.

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He lost his balance when he was knocked backwards again and ended up on the floor, looking up at a handgun being pointed his way. He shook his head a little, as if that’d make the image go away. “No, you can’t do that,” he said with a trembling voice. “Give it back! Just give it back to me!" he said desperately now.

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Gary couldn't believe the kid was actually still asking for the phone while a gun was being pointed at him and he shook his head, moving his hand into his pocket to grab the phone. There was a lot of distance between them and he knew that one side of the road they were on was grassy and turned into a big field. He looked at the boy and then flung the phone as hard as he could in the direction of the field.

"Go and get it, if ye want it so badly. Ye've got fifteen minutes to be at work, or you're going to have to explain te Miss Martin why ye're not coming in."

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He covered his face with his hands, stumbling back from the blow. He was shocked by what had happened, especially as he hadn’t even come close to getting his phone back. He was starting to really panic now, which was visible by his shaking hands. He couldn’t handle this, so he immediately lunged forward again. “I need it! I need it back!”

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This caused him to jump back. He was a short guy, but that didn't mean he wasn't strong, at all.

He grabbed the boy's shoulders and shoved him back as hard as he could, before swinging a fist towards his face, knocking him backwards. And then he pulled a handgun from his pocket. "Ye listen or I'll shoot ye."

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"No," he said, sounding restrained. This wasn’t what he was talking about, but he couldn’t explain what he meant to say. He knew it was unreasonable to get angry at the other, when he’d been told exactly what to do, but that didn’t mean he wanted to do it. He suddenly stepped forward and grabbed hold of the other’s arm, pulling him back from the car and immediately trying to snatch his phone back from the other’s pocket.

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Gary didn't accept behaviour like this and when he felt the hand from behind him try to get to the phone, he lifted up his own arm and elbowed the other in the face, knocking him back by his nose. Zombies couldn't fucking die, or bleed, or really have stuff damaged, could they, so what was the deal.

However, when he turned around, he did notice a tiny bit of black blood trickle from the other's nose. "You fuckin' listen to me."

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"Just because you don’t understand something, it doesn’t mean it’s not true," Calum replied. He was starting to tremble a little, mostly with rage, but also because he was afraid. "So, I’d like it back now."

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"Did ye just forget the rule I gave ye? Ye get it back when ye get the bloody job done. Follow my truck if ye won't get in it," he said, crossing his arms and walking back to his car. This kid was unbelievable.

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"I won’t mess with it," Calum replied, frowning a little. "I just need to have it with me." He was starting to get more frustrated and a panic wasn’t too far away, either.

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Gary frowned at that and shook his head. "What for, then?" he asked, crossing his arms intimidatingly. "I don't see why ye'd need to have it on ye."

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Calum shook his head a little. “No, I won’t get in the truck,” he said, much like he had done before, as if he was refreshing the other’s memory of not liking the truck or wanting to be in it. “I’ll still need my phone to work, so I suggest maybe give it to me when we get to the fence.”

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"Why will ye need it to work? It'll distract ye. It's puttin' piece of metal in the ground, alright? Do ye understand? Ye put pieces in there to make a fence. That's yer job. Messin' with ye phone isn't."

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He looked down at the ground for a moment, as he’d hoped for something better than that. He nodded. “What do I do if I need it to work?”

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"Ye won't need it, 'cause ye'll be puttin' up a fence all day, with all the other PDS-ers." He spoke the latter word mockingly, clearly completely fed up with this boy. "Now get in me truck, kid."

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"Yes," he said matter of factly, "but you’re not supposed to call us that." The rules were perfectly clear to him, but what this job was remained a mystery. It had to do with putting up a fence, but he had no idea how long that’d take, how long they were expected to work for and how often he was expected to show up there. So he honestly had no idea when he could expect his phone back like this. "When I get to my job I get it back? When I start it? Or when I get to the fence? Or when I’ve completed the job?"

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This was going to give him a headache. Why was this rotter giving him so much questions to answer?

"Yer job is puttin' up the fence. Ye turn up at the council hall every day, then ye all walk up to 't fence and ye put it up 'til 't sun goes down, yeah? Ye're gettin' it back when 't sun goes down, so when ye've finished working. Is that fuckin' clear now?"

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He nodded again, wondering why he was being asked these questions and what his phone had to do with any of it, when it hadn’t seemed fair for the other to take it in the first place. That wasn’t part of any of the rules. “I would really like it back,” he tried politely.

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Gary nodded. "You understand the first rule, so ye'll understand this one, yeah?" His eyebrows raised. "Ye will get yer phone back when ye get to yer job," he said. "Yer job is at the fence, at the edge of Roarton," he added. He crossed his arms over his chest. "And ye're goin' there 'cause ye need te work, 'cause ye're a rotter, and ye're not an infant or handicapped. Get it?"

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"Okay, kid, if you need it spelling out for you, I’ll spell it out for ye." He raised his eyebrows. "The rules are: If you are not an infant or handicapped, then ye work, it’s the rules. It’s no whether ye wanna or not situation, ye do it. Understand?”

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He nodded. “So, I can have my phone back,” he said, holding his hand out again and stepping towards the other.

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Gary shook his head. "No, because I gave you another rule to follow." He looked at the boy. "Ye're not handicapped or an infant, so, you work. Do you understand that?"

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Calum shook his head. “No, of course I didn’t,” he replied, not entirely sure what this had to do with anything. “I’m not going to work on the fence. I will ask my sister for her credit card. Can I please have my phone back so I can go home?”

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"Okay, kid, if you need it spelling out for you, I'll spell it out for ye." He raised his eyebrows. "The rules are: If you are not an infant or handicapped, then ye work, it's the rules. It's no whether ye wanna or not situation, ye do it. Understand?"

[johnwgrey]

Kieren is having none of your shit today, Gary

[kierenofroarton]

[ -calls into the trash can- gazkendal, u thar? ]

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[ i tharrrr!! Still on mobile and my connection keeps failing! But yes, I will write this starter like a pro when I'm at yours! ]