Hope Jordan

[h0pej0rdan]

Ow…

[melrose-vincent]

[Felicia had been off in her own little world smoking. She knew not everyone was fond of her habit and yet she never could stop finding ways to medicate herself. It made the brunette realize she must have had some sort of addiction issue before she forgot who she was. As she put out the cigarette to save for later, since supplies were always low, Felicia heard a sound of pain and followed it to check if the person was okay. She looked over to see a somewhat familiar face] Was that you? I heard a noise, I’m just checking if you’re okay [ Felicia replied finding it easier to show concern for other’s than before]

[h0pej0rdan]

Oh, yeah, I just… [She holds her hands out to show the traces of her injury. It's mostly just blood now, so she wipes it on the side of the trouser leg, and shows her hands again. Now there's just a red smear on her palm] It's fine.

[h0pej0rdan]

Ow…

[jack-isaacs]

Okay. [Hope doesn’t look too happy, but Jack takes her word for it. It’s not the first time he’s thought how useful it would be to have those white marks, but if not for the strength he had he probably wouldn’t be alive right now. When she turns the question back on him it takes Jack by surprise.] Uh. [He blinks, looking himself over as if he might find some sort of injury he’d missed before he decides she’s just asking to be polite. He shrugs.] Yeah, I’m good. Same as always, I guess.

[h0pej0rdan]

[Hope nods, realizing that she doesn't really know that much about Jack and how he lives. He's still young and she realizes that maybe he's responsible for himself. At his age he shouldn't have to look after himself even if he's perfectly capable of doing so. She tilts her head at him, her accident forgotten] Is there anything you need? Something I can help you with?

[h0pej0rdan]

Ow…

[jack-isaacs]

[Jack hears the small sound of pain and whirls around, hand on his slingshot as he searches the area for any sign of danger. A moment passes and he sees Hope, skin glowing as she’s already healing her own small injury. He lets out a breath and relaxes a tiny bit, though he eyes the woman with concern.] You okay?

[h0pej0rdan]

Yeah… [Hope is scowling but it barely even hurts anymore. That's one of the perks of being a freak she guesses. The next time she looks down the cut is gone, the only trace of the injury is the blood on her hands. She wipes it on her jeans for now since she's planning to wash them later anyway and looks back at Jack] Are you?

[h0pej0rdan]

Ow…

[Hope hisses in pain as she slices her finger on the knife at her hip. She looks down to see that the holster has broken, so the leather that usually protects her no longer does. Her fingers begin to heal quickly but not before a nasty amount of blood can gush towards the tips. She watches the skin close itself back up under the glow of her other healing hand as her expression sets into a frown]

[wesleykelley-deactivated2016050]

True. [He agrees with a small smile. More of twitch in the corner of his mouth than anything though.] I can say the same. Been better. Been worse. [He pauses a moment, more concerned about Hope than himself. She’s always been a quiet, contained woman and her answer was honest but left him wanting for more.] How come you’re hidin’ in here all by your lonesome, doll? 

[h0pej0rdan]

Haven't exactly been feeling friendly the past few days. [She shrugs again, her tone harsh but her demeanour casual. She is rarely particularly friendly but she has felt the need for solitude and she hasn't the patience or the energy to deny herself it]

[wesleykelley-deactivated2016050]

[Wes shrugs his shoulders in reply. He was doing shit but in all honesty, every one of his friends that he’d find alive and relatively well helped to keep his moods from getting too low.]  Yeah, all good. I’m just walkin’ round. Seein’ how everyone is. [Wes nods in her direction as he walks over, dropping down to sit next to her.] How’re you holdin’ up? 

[h0pej0rdan]

Things have been worse. [She shrugs and leaves it at that because it's as truthful as she can get without being completely insensitive to Wes. This is something she will recover from but it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. It's upsetting but this is the world now] You okay?

[wesleykelley-deactivated2016050]

[Wes had taken up patrolling again, even though by now it was really constant walking. Anything to keep busy and try to make himself helpful. The place was alarmingly empty but he still expected something to suddenly appear and as he can hear faint metallic, scratching sounds his immediate thought isn’t that it’s Hope sharpening a knife. His only thought is danger as he steps into the otherwise silent room.]

[When Hope spins round he relaxes. Wes holds his hands out in a show of peace. Thinking nothing of the jumpiness — because who isn’t on edge nowadays — Wes smiles her way.] Hi. [He doesn’t think to mention the fact she shouldn’t be wandering off alone. Hope’s a smart woman and it doesn’t feel like his place to prattle on about it - even if he’d only do it because he wants to keep everyone he cares about safe. Wes walks further into the room, looking around and wondering just how long Hope’s been holed up in here on her own.]

[h0pej0rdan]

[Hope exhales slowly, relieved to see Wes, then sets her knife down and turns her body fully so that she can see him while they speak. She hadn't expected to see him around here but his presence is as welcome as always. She doesn't know if he was close to either of the girls who died but she hopes their loss hasn't effected him too terribly] Hey. Is everything alright?

[melrose-vincent]

[Felicia wasn’t social and that wasn’t going to change. Even if it was something she actually desired, thing’s didn’t change over night. People seemed so busy and the brunette didn’t care to make small talk. Instead she took a piece of fruit, since she hadn’t eaten all day and decided to head back to her room. As she was almost back she heard someone call out. Felicia took a step back and looked to see another woman. ] Hi.

[h0pej0rdan]

[Hope is relieved to see it is just Felicia, but she hadn't been expecting anyone so she is still a little tense. She hopes she doesn't get too many questions about why she is here, mostly because she can't answer them herself] Sorry, didn't see you there.

[h0pej0rdan]

[Hope has kept to herself for a while. Losing the two girls has had her feeling drained all week. She had saved Charlie for nothing, and the two who died had everything to live for when she has nothing left. It's a waste and she hasn't been overly sociable because she feels guilty. It's not rational but it is just how she feels. She has tried to stay in a room on her own all week, far away but not enough for anyone to get worried. She is on her own, sharpening her knife when she hears a rustling behind her. Her head whips around and her eyes search for the source of the noise] Hello?

[benjamin-dewitt]

'Fine.' {Benjamin quotes Hope with a small laugh as his lips pull into a smile at her tone.} ‘Not much to report.’ Now are ya always this candid, Miss Hope, or am Ah just special? {He jokes playfully with her, careful to move his right arm without getting the blade anywhere near her.}

[h0pej0rdan]

What? Would you rather I moan about how terrible the world is and how I wish I wasn't in it? [She gives a smile of her own but there is a dark glint in her eyes that betrays the weight of what she is saying] It doesn't make for polite conversation.

[benjamin-dewitt]

{Having the rifle about almost seems rude in the presence of a lady, but the weapon is a necessity these days. Benjamin pulls the strap up his left arm, keeping the weapon close by but not in his grasp before his fingers scratch at the strap around his right elbow. The metal contraption could be a bit irritating some days, but there’s a lazy smile on his lips from the sudden, determined company.} Yes, Miss Hope, Ah am. Thank you kindly for askin’. How have you been holdin’ up?

[h0pej0rdan]

Fine. [For Hope fine means how she usually feels, not what it traditionally means. She hasn't been fine since this all happened. But she can't go around telling people that, she can't make too much of a fuss] Not much to report.

[benjamin-dewitt]

Ah’m alright, Miss Hope. Thank you kindly. {Benjamin gives her a kind nod, confidence in the bow of his head. He could stand here a little while longer. He’s a soldier. He’s a Marine. And no matter what other horrible things life threw at him, he would always be a fighter. And if he is to help lead these people, then he needs to put their needs and their protections before his own.} Much rather be here when she wakes. Make sure she’s still kickin’.

[h0pej0rdan]

Okay then. [Hope steps forwards and turns so she's now standing shoulder to shoulder with Benjamin. She will stay there with him for as long as he remains there. It's not much but a little bit of company goes a long way these days] You okay after everything?

[benjamin-dewitt]

Thank you kindly, Miss Hope. {Benjamin nods once at the offer of the water bottle, shifting the weight of the rifle in his grasp to take the gift. He wouldn’t question it. He’s a thirsty, more so now that he’s only a few moments away from clearing out the dry coating of his throat.} Ah reckon a few hours. {He gives a small shrug of his shoulders, having not kept count. It doesn’t matter how long he’s been out here. It matter how long Kris has been out.} Any improvement? {Though he’s not entirely sure Hope would know.}

[h0pej0rdan]

[Hope fixes him with a look that silently doubts that it has only been a few hours, but she does not call him out on it. When he asks about Kris she shrugs] I haven't seen her yet. [She doesn't want to be underfoot, if she is needed they will get her] You should rest.

[benjamin-dewitt]

{Benjamin’s been patrolling nonstop. There’s slack that needs to be picked up, especially because Kris is down and he’d heard the commotion the other day, but he hadn’t known what exactly was happening. And he hadn’t wanted to barge in when there’s people with white marks and a doctor. But he stays close to her tent, like a guard. Because nothing else will get past him to harm her in this condition. She has to live, she has to heal. And it isn’t just for selfish reasons, for this group, it’s because she’s kind and strong. Women like her don’t just give up.

He switches the weight of his rifle in his grasp, shifting from foot to foot for a moment to keep his legs from going stiff. He might need a break soon.}

[h0pej0rdan]

[As Hope approaches Benjamin she holds out a bottle of water to him. The man has been standing there for a while as far as she can tell, he should probably rest soon, although the people in this group usually ignore their own health for the sake of others. That's why she is here though, to help people keep on] How long have you been here?

[rachel--foster-blog-blog]

Blessings and Curses || Rachel & Hope

[rachel--foster-blog-blog]

Hope. She didn’t put much merit in names but if the woman’s was anything to go by, Rachel could only hope that this would be an alright group to join up with, for however long she did. “Rachel. Nice to meet you, Hope.” At the woman’s question, Rachel nodded, tilting her head at Hope. 

"You as well, correct?" Eliya was curious as to the spirit in the other woman but allowed Rachel to speak. The brunette turned to glance at her car and then back at Hope. "I would be grateful to go with you to your group. If that is allowed." She assumed as much considering she’d offered but Eilya wanted to make certain. "Are there many of you?"

[h0pej0rdan]

Hope nods in response, a little begrudgingly. If she had woken up with any other coloured marks or even not at all things would be so much simpler. As for the next question she thinks that deserves a proper answer. "More than you're likely to see anywhere else." She's only ever been with this group but from what she's heard this one is bigger than others, which she can believe easily. She takes a step towards the woman and her car, nodding towards the vehicle. "You want to take that with you?"

[h0pej0rdan]

Do you think anyone will be the same after the prison?

[rachel--foster-blog-blog]

Blessings and Curses || Rachel & Hope

[rachel--foster-blog-blog]

Rachel nods at the question, she is alone, she had been for nearly five months now, a fact she hasn’t forgotten yet. “Yes.” She doesn’t feel the need to mention Eliya, especially now that the spirit has taken a step back, allowing her converse with the other woman. Despite the woman’s kind, offer, though, she’s wary and lifts a brow, lowering her gun, keeping her end of the deal. “I…what’s your name?” It’s as good a place to start as any and she doesn’t want to walk into something blind, that’d be incredibly stupid and Rachel was anything but, especially now.

She wants to go with her, though, wants to be around other people, so she hopes that the question is answered, that it isn’t seen as her fishing for anything other than something as basic as a name. Rachel knows that’s how she’d probably see it, more aware of how evil people were, now than ever. But still, she waits patiently, a patience that Eliya has slowly instilled in her, until the woman speaks.

[h0pej0rdan]

"Hope." It's a simple answer to give, names aren't worth much these days, unless you've done something bad for people to remember you by. Since the only real wrong she's done has left no survivors to know her so she thinks it's a safe enough answer to give. She gestures for the woman to introduce herself, to return the favour and give her own name.

"White marks, right?" She already knows that answer but she wants confirmation. At least there's no danger of her being possessed by a demon, although she hopes their troubles in that respect are over for now. Her own intricate white marks remain hidden as usual, away from prying eyes. She wonders if this woman knows what she is just as she had felt what this woman is. She would be surprised if she couldn't.