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@milesmoreau-blog
melissamoreau:
Melissa had been walking in a store when she heard footsteps. Thinking that it was a walking she pulled out her gun. “Jesus, next time I might shoot you.” She said narrowing her eyes at them.
“Woah, woah, calm down,” Miles said soothingly. His nerves were just a frayed as hers, and the fear coursed in his veins. “Just didn’t want you to be alone.”
tessc:
tessa had learned a lot of lessons, but the biggest of them all was to KEEP GOING. even when it hurt. no matter what happened in her life, the female would always push herself up and smile brightly. maybe she would crumble for a second. she was, after all, HUMAN. but, at the end of the day, she put on a beautiful facade. like the one she gave to her partner, miles. she acted as if people were not being bitten and rising from the dead just outside the hospital building. it was easier that way, though ; PRETENDING that it was just the two of them in that room.
“ okay, so i have almost done all of the rats. rat g is the only one left ! “ she declared happily, picking up the rat and taking it to mass it. “ are you almost done ? “ the rat was placed down, and she hunched down a little to get a better read of the numbers. “ i was thinking that, maybe, if we finish this early we could go get some drinks. i was thinking of getting a martini. “ the moment she had written down the weigh and picked up the rat, she turned around. eyes wide and lips forming a little ‘ o ‘. “ ooh, or we could get some hot chocolate ! i’ve been DYING for a hot chocolate. well, not really, but you know what i mean. what do you say ? “ that’s when she heard a distant rustling that sounded a lot like footsteps. tessa couldn’t help but furrow her eyebrows at the sound, believing they were the only ones in that floor. “ miles did you ….— “
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They were going to fine. Melissa was alive, breathing and stable. As long as his sister remained, he would, too. This world was not something that could be forgotten, people would not be left behind. Over and over, humanity would prevail. They were not HOPELESS, nor were they HELPLESS. Their scientists, himself included, would find a cure. Until that time came, life would go on as usual. Inside of the lab alongside his partner, Tessa, he looked over their notes from the last couple of months, wiping the outside from his mind.
“Great job, as usual!” He replied enthusiastically, smiling over at her. He jotted down one last observation before closing his notebook and turning towards her. “I’m done, too. Everything’s been recorded, and all of those recordings are sorted for once.” Miles may be a great scientist, but he failed in the organization department. Luckily, he had a wonderful team who cleaned up after themselves and him. “Your martini will be on me,” he agreed, chuckling. It was refreshing to see someone keep their spirits up despite such violent odds. “Hot chocolate? I can go for that too. I think we should mix ‘em, like hot chocolate and Bailey’s? Do those even exist?” He heard the sound as soon as she did and flipped around to face the door. “I didn’t leave it open...” He trailed off.
Before they could speak anymore, Miles was in MOTION. Although he had no weapons, he did have common sense. He rushed forward, moving to lock the door. Only he was TOO LATE. The door knob turned, opening, and in stepped someone he had never seen before. The man had a wild look in his bloodshot eyes, his hands were shaking, and he was YELLING. “What is happen?! Someone tell me what the fuck is happening! You scientists have to know! My son -- he’s sick! How do I fix him?”
melissamoreau:
Melissa had gone home upon hearing the news. She couldn’t stay in the hospital, she was too panicked. She had been using her computer trying to find out more about the supposed drug that caused it when she heard the voice of her brother. She ran out from her room pulling him into a hug. “Miles.” She said with relief. “Are you okay?”
His arms gripped Melissa tightly, kissing the top of her head. He’d never been more relieved to see her in his entire life. He rested his head atop hers for a moment before pulling away. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I don’t know what’s happening, people are cannibalizing each other, the mayor is dead...” And the family he’d taken in, promised to protect, were now alone at his home. Unprotected. “More importantly, are you okay?”
The panic had been immediate. Once the mayor had been seen on TV, the energy all over the city had changed. In the lab, people had left, went to check on their families. Immediately, he’d thought of his own family -- of Melissa, Reese, and Ophelia. Once he’d seen to his employers getting out safely, he’d been right behind, relieved to see that his car hadn’t been broken into. Miles rushed to Melissa’s house, hardly breathing. Once he arrived, he ran right to the door, and let himself in (thank god he knew where the spare key was). “Melissa?” He called, walking into the living room, and then the kitchen. “Melissa, you okay?”
twmelissa:
“ so yeah, i was really excited to get back to classes but the earthquake pushed our starting date back. no big deal though, i’d much rather be at home right now anyways. uhm — would you like your check?? ”
“I was always excited to get back to school too. What’re you studying, if you don’t mind me asking? Yeah, sure, but take your time. I could use a normal conversation for a moment, if you have it.”
madamexbliss:
“Everyone seems to be drinking, panicking, complaining or some weird combination of all three.” letting a sly grin grace her lips as she ordered herself a drink, “So tell me which one are you leaning towards?”
“Does helping people get its own category? Because I’ve been preoccupied fixing rooms for the family I’ve taken in and making care packages.” Miles raised an eyebrow, “Which are you leaning towards?”
“The more that I see how those affected by the earthquake, the more I wish that we could do. The family staying with me are terrified, and still their kindness shows through. All I can say is that I hope karma is on our side and we don’t get hit next. Moving on, how was your evening?”
kaitlynxblake:
“No please, I need to know. Her name is Carly Blake… Carly...” Kaitlyn said. “No sir, I don’t care about your policy I need to know if she’s okay..” Kaitlyn paused. “Yes I will be here at this number.” Kaitlyn said as she hung up the phone angrily and stressed. “She lives in Savannah… my twin…what if she’s not okay?”
Miles overheard the end of the conversation, something about wanting to know if someone was okay. He made a point of giving the girl some space until she spoke. “They’ll let you know if she is as soon as they can,” he reassured her. “Until then, do you want some company?”
mdixon:
“Nah, man. This half-ass phone ain’t workin’. I need to get better signal or somethin’, ‘cause I can’t get through to um’. I need to get ahold of my other family members and get us all wrangled up and head on out sometime soon. That’s my family out there, man. That’s my blood”.
“Do you have family in a lot of places?” Miles asked curiously before nodding along with him. “And where are you planning on going? I was debating on taking my fiance to the UK, but then the referendum happened. Not too many places are looking good right now.”
mdixon:
“Naw’, shit. Hell nah. Georgia? My grandma and grandpa live out there. Right on the southern border. I’ve got relatives in Georgia, man. Nu uh. I’ve gotta’ find a way out there. Fuckin’ mother nature shit”.
“I would suggest that you wait a few days, so roads get cleared. However, it is your family, and you have to do what you have to do. Family is most important. Have you been able to get through to them?”
danigreenwood:
A chuckle emits from her lips as she shakes her head, “Hey, you never know. MAYBE one of these vials contains a chemical that will turn you into a superhero. Never stop dreaming.” Dani says with a click of her mouth, shooting him a wink as she sits up on the table, “Damn. You know I’m a sucker for an unshowered biochemist but alright. Since when have I ever been able to say no to pizza?”
“Don’t hold your breath, but I may just be the next Spider-Man,” he joked. Miles leaned against the wall across from her, hands tucked into his lab coat’s pockets. “Next time I’ll keep the chemical stink just for you, against the publics wishes. Do you want to order in or take a walk?”
opheliac:
“Usual place”, she approved and grabbed her purse. “Very encouraging, can’t wait to spend my night in the lab. You know, hearing that story, I am not surprised that you still have no girlfriend”, Ophelia said sarcastically and winked at him. “But on the other hand, I’m glad that you don’t have one. So you can spend more time helping me out with my thesis. Also, who could be better as a supervisor than a dedicated biochemics nerd?”
“I could be offended by that, Ophelia, but instead I’m going to take it as you being envious of my dedication.” His tone mirrored her own, full of sarcasm, and he chuckled. “No matter what, I’ll make time for your thesis. You know that,” he waved off her comment and moved to open the door for her. “Enough lab talk though, don’t you think? Tell me something exciting that’s going on in your life.”
reesehamilton:
“Jasmine Moreau. I like it. Reese, Jasmine and Miles Moreau. The Moreau family.” A grin preys upon her lips as she walks over to her fiance, wrapping her arms around his neck before she settles onto his lap, looking at him with big hues. Though her eyes are widening any further, smile growing when she feels the baby kicking relentlessly, “Oh!” Her hand flies to her stomach, “Someone is happy to see her daddy.” Reese grabs his hand and brings it to her stomach before placing a sweet kiss upon his lips, “Mhmm. I beg to differ. I think I’m the lucky one in this situation.”
“You don’t want to hyphenate?” Miles asked, surprise obvious on his face. “But I more than like it -- I love it.” When she came to settle on his lap, he wrapped an arm around her, keeping her steady. “You okay?” He asked, the question long forgotten the moment she lead her hand to her stomach and he felt the baby kicking. A huge smile lit his features the moment he felt the movement underneath his palm. Their child, the product of them, the sum of all things, was lively inside of her. “We could argue about this all night,” he said kissing her cheek. “Or we can agree that we’re both lucky.”
reesehamilton:
“I’m not against Jasmine. But why do you wanna go with the J’s?” A smirk preys onto her lips, tilting her head, “What are you grinning at, Mr. Moreau? Does my eating like a pig amuse you?”
“I don’t know, something about it flows. Jasmine Hamilton-Moreau, isn’t that pretty? Almost as pretty as you,” he said with a smile. He’d always made a point of complimenting her every chance he got, something his mom had ingrained in him when he’d started dating. ‘You compliment her when you find the one you want to marry, Miles! Every day!’ “I can overlook the eating at this point, I’ve adjusted. I’m grinning because... I don’t know, really. I’m just a lucky man.”
melissamoreau:
( ✉ → sms ): group studyidng
( ✉ → sms ): For some reason, I never remember ‘group studying’ ending that way in my day. Are you okay? Do you have any water to drink? I’ll come get you.
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( ✉ → sms ): You got drunk in a library why?
( ✉ → sms ) plea se eh elep me im drunk and i dotn know whe re i am (melissa)
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( ✉ → sms ) I would say I’d come get you, but if you don’t know where you are, that may be difficult.
( ✉ → sms ) Describe the setting?