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@mickeyxcollins
[ Nicolas Hoult ] – have you heard about [ MICKEY COLLINS ]? [ HE/HIM ] lives at the qz. I think they’ve lived there for [ ALL HIS LIFE ]. they’re [ TWENTY-EIGHT ] yrs old and seem very [ GENIAL ]. i’ve also heard they can be very [ DIMWITTED ] as well. they’ve been assigned as a [ FIREFLY AGENT ]. they often daydream about [ PEOPLE FINALLY REALIZING HIS TALENT AND A ROOTBEER FLOAT ]. i’m curious to know more. |
Recognizing Mickey, Ajax offers a polite smile, breathing out a sigh of relief that it wasn't anything serious calling his attention. With the raise of a brow, Ajax opens his mouth to reply to the man. "That's an odd request to make, Mick. Arms not long enough?" He asks with a low chuckle. He knew he sounded tired but he couldn't help it. He hadn't even had a coffee in hours, let alone a beer. His fingers make their way into his pockets, searching for his beloved pack of smokes. That'd help him keep going long enough.
"Not flexible enough." No matter how he twisted and turned, that one spot remained just out of the reach of his blunt nails. Of course Mickey remained oblivious to the fact that he'd rested in a patch of poison ivy, but he had never been one to remember which plants were what. Seeing what Ajax was doing, Mickey sighed. He dug through his pockets for the pack of matches he'd kept just in case he was ever caught out in the dark. "You know that is bad for you." Still he held out a light while dancing from foot to foot in attempt to get rid of the itch.
With his words, her gaze travels the streets. She would keep an eye out for another dog, it was rare she met animals that weren't feral. As much as she had wanted to save all of them, it was unrealistic. She could hear Presley following them, he was likely doing a lot of sniffing now. She figured he would be able to spot anything new to their surroundings before she would, he even had his own way of alerting her to them. "Have you always had a dog?" She figured she might enjoy getting to know the other animal lovers in the city. She smiles when he replies, "I think you'd be good at it."
As much as Mickey worried about his best girl, he knew that Elsa was able to handle herself. She'd taken on some pretty scrappy raccoons in her time. She'd come home eventually, but having her by his side after the sun went down always made Mickey feel more at ease. "Not always. I did have a pet iguana when I was really young." He'd been lucky to have one. The lost soul that he was, Mickey tried to take in all the strays that he could. After everyone got sick and scared, it was a lot harder to find a pet. "That's because I'm carting you around." He chuckled, turning the corner to his street. "Almost there. See that door with the chipped blue paint?"
Location: somewhere in the qz Time: Early Morning hours
Ajax had just finished what had become a double shift, bringing him up to sixteen hours on the job. This included overnight, where anytime he felt as though he'd fall asleep, he'd take a quick walk just outside the city walls. Alas, he appeared visibly tired and ready to hit the sheets on his way back home. A low sigh would escape him as he's approached, a tiny smile creeps up onto his lips. "What can I do for you?"
This was the worst. Ever since his little accident, he'd been taken off manual labor. After accidental shredding some important files, he was not allowed to do anything administrative either. So they sent him on a mission to gather herbs from just beyond the gates. The picture and color of the flowers were easy enough to locate, but he itched all over from that stupid plant he always forgot about. He might have asked someone to come with him, but his boss insisted the flowers only bloomed at dawn. So now he was trying to balance the basket while doing what might be viewed as an odd dance. Seeing Ajax in the distance, Mickey quickly jogged over him. "Jaxi! Can you scratch my back? Please!"
She can't help but continue to giggle softly for a few moments, as she gets her balance right. "I will," she tells him with a nod. A shaky breath exits her as she rest her chin on his shoulder while they walk. Her body seems to relax, only slightly. This must be what it feels like when there's no violence, only good nurtured people. She'd remember this moment and how Mickey was kind to her. "You could start charging for back rides around here," she offers a playful grin, though he probably can't see it on her face. "I'd pay for someone to take me around town like this.
If he had extra rations, he would give them to the woman. She hardly weighed anything at all. He imagined that must be from being outside of the qz. Not everyone was so lucky as to get to go to the dinner. Maybe the food was bad where she'd originally come from. "Keep your eyes peeled for Elsa. She might be around here." If her dog wasn't so tired, Mickey imagined he would be the first to find his girl. He chuckled, gripping her tightly when they walked over the broken sidewalk that still needed to be fixed. "I'll have to think about that. Maybe it will be my next job." He smiled back at her, knowing where to go. He'd lived in the same apartment for years.
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“Did the zombies eat the three people we were looking for?” That had to be what Lara was speaking of. Mickey certainly could not fathom why zombies wouldn’t be cool. Being immortal sounded cool. “I can still be around. They said that zombies like brains, so they said I’m safe.” At least that was what Sera once told him. It should be a comfort that they wanted Sera’s brain rather than his own.
She worried about too many people. That had to be the reason that she became a doctor. Mickey loved that about her. There were always people who put themselves first, but Lara honestly took care of others. There needed to be more Lara’s in the world. “What about football? I can carry it with my left arm!”
“Im...not quite sure.” She answered. She remembered the day the news broke on the three that had gone missing. It broke the hearts of those closest to them. His next words snapped her out of her thoughts and raised a brow. “ Who said that?” She questioned. Even though it was said to her, she felt almost offended by that comment.”
Reaching out, she took Mickey’s face into her hands to make him look her in the eyes. “No rigorous activities until you’re healed. if i catch you doing anything to make it worse, i will never forgive you. Do you understand?” she questioned the male.
It would be very sad if the zombies were the reason that the missing were dead. So many people were now hurting after the hope of finding the missing three people was lost. "Should we hunt the zombies?" Mickey knew that there were plenty of guards to keep the place safe, along with the FEDRA officers, but they were playing defensive. Maybe it would be better on the offensive. He'd have to ask about that being his new job. "Just people." He shrugged. The comment hurt Lara more than it had Mickey. The man liked being zombie proof.
He pouted. While Mickey might not know what the word rigorous meant, he knew when he was being scolded. "So no football even if I'm really, really careful AND play with the kids." Not that he thought a group of eight year old could hurt him, but Lara knew best.
She looks over at him when she speaks and a smile reaches her when he continues. It does take her visibly by surprise when he offers her a... Back ride? Is that what this was? She remembers the last time she rode her sisters back when they were kids, they'd fallen in the grass. Staining their clothes green and yellow, and how they laughed. It was one of the last memories of her innocence before she was taken. The girl hesitates now, glancing around them and down at Presley before she shrugs to the animal. "Okay," she tells him before she uses the old stump of a tree for leverage. Arms loop around his chest and a laugh escapes her. "Oh my God, don't you drop me!"
Mickey allowed her to decide if she wanted to take him up on the offer or not. He might offer to carry the dog too, but he knew that Elsa wouldn't like that. She didn't like when he had animal hair on him. Mickey remained perfectly still as she finally looped her arms around him. Mickey carefully stood straight, making certain to hold her tightly. "Nah, you are as light as a feather. You aren't going anywhere." He grinned, craning his head to look at her. "And if you start to feel like your grip is slipping, you just let me know." He was in no hurry to get home. Her comfort was important.
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Mickey watched as she wrapped his arm, feeling the material tighten around the area until he was unable to flex if he wanted to. This would mean that he’d need to reschedule the gun show. Such a shame. He’d already been able to do a hundred pull-ups. Now he’d have to start all over. “But a zombie arm would have been so cool.” He would be able to take off fingers at random and then reattach them. Maybe Lara could figure out a way to give him zombie limbs.
He snorted, pride bruised. “I can take care of myself and others you know. That’s why everyone is fighting over having me work with them.” And why he was so in demand that he had to cycle through jobs. “So no wastepaper basketball?”
“I don’t know if it would be cool, especially now with the whole thing going.” She explained, referring to the spread of the infection and the people who were infected were zombie-like. “Besides, i would be heart broken if you became a zombie. Who would make me laugh, especially on my most stressful days?”
Lara nodded, “I know you can but that doesn’t mean I can’t worry about you and make sure you’re okay.” she said with a gentle smile. When it came to her friends, the people she loved and cared about, she couldn’t help but worry. She didn’t want to lose anyone else that meant a lot to her. She couldn’t help but be protective of them. “No, not until you’re all better.”
"Did the zombies eat the three people we were looking for?" That had to be what Lara was speaking of. Mickey certainly could not fathom why zombies wouldn't be cool. Being immortal sounded cool. "I can still be around. They said that zombies like brains, so they said I'm safe." At least that was what Sera once told him. It should be a comfort that they wanted Sera's brain rather than his own.
She worried about too many people. That had to be the reason that she became a doctor. Mickey loved that about her. There were always people who put themselves first, but Lara honestly took care of others. There needed to be more Lara's in the world. "What about football? I can carry it with my left arm!"
with her bow and arrow lifted, her eyes straight ahead of her while he spoke. "shh." she gently shushed him trying to see if she could hear again what she initially heard. that was until he pressed his ear against the tree which she let her guard down with her brows furrowed in confusion. "what the hell are you doing?" she asked, though she found it kind of funny, maybe a little dorky.
Mickey held his breath, not wishing to stir a single blade of grass. He still heard nothing beyond the wind whispering through the tress. It didn't mean that something wasn't out there though. Mickey blinked at her, surprised to find her focus on him now. "I'm listening." It should be obvious to her that he was attempting to help.
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“So it’s broken?” He wasn’t quite sure what a sprain meant. He’d not heard anything crack, but maybe bones didn’t make a crunching sound when they broke. There was also the fact that Lara said she’s wrapping it. “Like a mummy?” He remembered seeing one in a museum, but they had been dead. He hoped that his arm was not dead. Still she said it was going to get better. “Wait, do I have a zombie arm?” That would be so cool.
He leaned forward, gently moving the hair out of her face. “You shouldn’t worry about me.” He gave her a grin. She had other things that she needed to worry about. As much as his stomach fluttered at the thought, it would be bad if she was distracted.
Lara lets out a small laugh, “No not broken. If it was, you wouldn’t be able to move it. It’s just badly hurt.” She explained. Lara couldn’t help but laugh some more as she shook her head, “No, not like a mummy.” The more Mickey spoke, the more she laughed to where she had to stop mid wrap. “No you don’t have a zombie arm either Mick.” Mickey always knew how to make her laugh even if it was unintentional.
Her eyes flickered up to Mickey’s when he moved her hair and raised a brow, “What do you mean? im your doctor, its my job to worry about you.” she said with a smile as she continued. “Alright all done. Now you need to rest it. Ice it too.”
Mickey watched as she wrapped his arm, feeling the material tighten around the area until he was unable to flex if he wanted to. This would mean that he'd need to reschedule the gun show. Such a shame. He'd already been able to do a hundred pull-ups. Now he'd have to start all over. "But a zombie arm would have been so cool." He would be able to take off fingers at random and then reattach them. Maybe Lara could figure out a way to give him zombie limbs.
He snorted, pride bruised. "I can take care of myself and others you know. That's why everyone is fighting over having me work with them." And why he was so in demand that he had to cycle through jobs. "So no wastepaper basketball?"
"Wow, congrats," she offers a warm smile and it fades quickly. She appreciated that he slowed down alongside her, giving her time to figure the place out. "Walking?" Her gaze is pulled to him, brows furrowed. "If you mean, outside the qz... Basically my whole life." She shrugs it off, turning back to look around. Her hands glide through some dead brush off to the side of the road.
"Thanks." Despite having changed careers, a few times, Mickey thought this one might stick. He was good at it. Whenever he asked anyone he was supervising if they needed a hand, they insisted on doing it themselves and working quicker. He was that good of a motivator. "I meant..." He sighed, not knowing what it was like living on a farm. That must be where she was from and why she had a dog. Farm people were like that. "Never mind. You just look tired. Here." He crouched down a bit offering her his back. "Hop on."
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He’d meant to come say hi without being injured. The plan was there, but Mickey lacked the follow through. The line to get medical attention tended to be long. When he was just coming by to say hi, he always got distracted by something. Then there were complaints when he went to reclaim his spot.
He moved his arm, showing her the redness around the joint. “It feels like it keeps trying to exit this skin.” He remembered straining to reach for something then turning the wrong way. He’d heard a pop, but he thought that it hadn’t come from his own body. “Ow. Ow. Oww.”
Lara stopped when he started sayin ow. “okay, lt looks like it’s just a sprain, nothing to serious thankfully. So im gonna wrap it and you need to keep it wrapped. Also ice it as much as you can and no more activities that require you to move this arm until its better, got it?” She said, letting go to grab a wrap.
She pulled a seat up in front of him and began wrapping his arm. “You really need to be more careful Mick. I worried that the next time you’ll come in it’ll be for something serious. I don’t know if i can see something like that to you.”
"So it's broken?" He wasn't quite sure what a sprain meant. He'd not heard anything crack, but maybe bones didn't make a crunching sound when they broke. There was also the fact that Lara said she's wrapping it. "Like a mummy?" He remembered seeing one in a museum, but they had been dead. He hoped that his arm was not dead. Still she said it was going to get better. "Wait, do I have a zombie arm?" That would be so cool.
He leaned forward, gently moving the hair out of her face. "You shouldn't worry about me." He gave her a grin. She had other things that she needed to worry about. As much as his stomach fluttered at the thought, it would be bad if she was distracted.
A smile spreaded across her face as she looked at the other. “Oh come on I'm joking. Haven't you heard the last part? I'd take it as a compliment if I were you”
He supposed that she could have been joking, but it didn't sound that way. "Is it?" He liked compliments, but he still didn't like her thinking of him as stupid no matter if she was turned on or not. "Most ladies like pretty words."
open starter. location: outside the qz, in the forest.
"shh... do you hear that?" beck asked the person behind her. "get out of here." she demanded to the person.
"I don't hear anything." He looked around, squinting as if that would make him see more clearly. All that there was were a bunch of trees. He put his ear to the tree, hoping that might help.
Khari nods along to his words, offering a polite smile. She figured that may have something to do with his demeanor overall. Nice enough, but not rigid enough. "What is it that you do?" She was genuinely interested in his answer. She begins to look around as they walk, keeping up a decent pace. She was used to fast travel, not so much used to being able to really take in her surroundings. Usually, she was looking for signs of ambush or any other form of trouble. Now, she got to observe the structures of the buildings. Guess in her mind how old they must be now. Older than her.
Mickey paused at the question, furrowing his brow. He'd been through so many assignments. They told him that he wasn't the right fit for one job. It was because he had so many talents. "Right now I am a supervisor." He was meant for a high position, making sure that everyone worked as well as he did. Noting the way that she kept looking around, Mickey slowed his pace. "How long have you been walking?" She looked weak.
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Mickey ignored the patients that glared when he shouted. He ignored the way that Lara’s last patient almost knocked into him as he made his way towards the back of the tent. All eyes simply were drawn to his magnetic presence in his mind. It wasn’t his fault that everyone wanted to spend time with him. Maybe he should volunteer as a therapy person to make those who needed to wait feel better.
“I say hi all the time.” He did mean to come by simply to come by, but it was difficult for him not to be injured. Last time, he’d meant to bring her a present, but ended up tripping, breaking the present and his nose. He plopped down on the cot, holding out his elbow to her. “It hurts when I do this.”
Lara was use to Mickey’s entrances and his presence that others found to be loud. It just made her smile because seeing someone who wasn’t always so tense or on edge was refreshing. He was also someone who made her laugh. Something she needed at times like this.
“Yes but you always come to say hi with an injury.” she said with a laugh. “And this is?” She questioned, needing more details. “How exactly did you hurt your elbow? Did you fall on it or something?” she asked, gently taking his arm into her hands. “let me know when it hurts.” She said, slowly bending and unbending his elbow.
He'd meant to come say hi without being injured. The plan was there, but Mickey lacked the follow through. The line to get medical attention tended to be long. When he was just coming by to say hi, he always got distracted by something. Then there were complaints when he went to reclaim his spot.
He moved his arm, showing her the redness around the joint. "It feels like it keeps trying to exit this skin." He remembered straining to reach for something then turning the wrong way. He'd heard a pop, but he thought that it hadn't come from his own body. "Ow. Ow. Oww."
