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@ryann-jamison-blog
hurricaneluna:
Luna smiled down and held the book up to the other. “13 Little Blue Envelopes. I loved that book so much, and I’m glad I found it here. Have you found anything good?”
The blue eyed girl smiled a the question, her love of literature truly shining as she set the book aside. “We have all the first edition Harry Potter books at our place, and a first edition Great Gatsby, I like Lord of the Flies, it’s my favorite.”
valenlaurent:
VALEN COULD NOT answer that question. He didn’t even know what was going on! What was it that was going on? There was no explanation that he could give. “I don’t know what’s going on, Ryann,” maybe there was a hint of worry in his voice but it was also cut short. “I seriously don’t. Maybe it’s just — a thing. I don’t mean to be like this.”
Her heart stopped. This wasn’t a world like they were used to, surly it caught up to all of them at some point in one way or another. Ryann softly placed the shirt onto a fallen tree nearby and moved to look at him, her hands softly grabbing for his, “is there anything I can do?”
hurricaneluna:
“I’m not sorry, and I’m not leaving this book behind.” Luna always had a soft side for old books and she wasn’t going to let the one she had in her hands go.
The girl smiled, peaking up from behind her book. “It’s fine, which one is it?” she asked, carefully shutting the beaten copy of Lord of the Flies. “Maybe I’ve read it.”
Valen:
VALEN WOULD BE lying to himself if he said that nothing was wrong. Everything was wrong, but he couldn’t control it. He wasn’t STRONG enough to get a hold on it; it was far out of reach. Hearing Ryann’s voice from behind him, he stopped in his tracks. Was he pacing, again? Oh. “Sorry,” he responded shortly, though it was difficult to actually follow through with her request.
Ryann sighed, her eyes detoured for a moment while her shoulders heaved with the breath. There was more than what he let onto and that was apparent in his tone. Recently, he’d been so short with her that the girl almost felt like she was back in the hands of the raiders. After setting the shirt that she was scrubbing monster blood out of she turned to him, “are you going to tell me what’s going on?”
Closed || Valen || @valenlaurent
Ryann knew that he was lurking nearby, he never went far. It was nice to have him watching her back while they were out, but that didn’t solve the problem. No, he seemed far too off lately. He was colder towards her -- towards anything and the stress kept the blonde girl checking over her shoulder.
“Valen, can you please stop pacing like that,” she asked, turning to look over her shoulder, keeping a firm grasp on the laundry in her hand, “it’s stressing me out.”
valenlaurent:
DEAR GOD —- she really cared about these things. Plants in the GROUND. He’d known they were something she enjoyed, but hadn’t entirely been expecting her to actually get sad over it. Valen had to resist releasing a sigh and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Y’got none left?” he queried, chancing a quick glance over at her. She was side-eyeing him. “Look, I’ll go out ‘n find y’some more plants t’ put ‘n the ground. Would y’want that?”
“That’s not the point, Valen!” she grumped, rolling her eyes dramatically before she left the room. On her way out, she scooped up the kitten. She didn’t even bother to hide her discontentment and slammed the door. Immediately, she opened the blinds and plopped herself down on the bed, immediately curling up with the book he’d recently brought her. Sometimes she just needed a break.
Valen:
HEARING HER SPEAK, he made his way to where she was, looking out at the undead through the glass door. They were walking right through her beloved flowers. It was kind of funny, truly —- Valen had to maintain a straight face (although, maybe there was a HIDDEN twitch of a smile). “We can replant ‘em later, ‘r somethin’. They’re jus’ leaves in the ground.”
Instantly, her face fell. He was just talking about replanting her precious flowers that she’d raised from little, teeny, tiny seeds. “They haven’t even bloomed yet...” she pouted, glancing at him side eyed while the hoard continued to plow through her flowers, “it’s not like we can go to Walmart and pick up some new ones to plant...” she grumbled.
“Valen... they’re walking through my tulips..” she whined, looking out the sliding glass door of the balcony, leaning against the wall by the door and sighing. “Why can’t they just go around ‘em?” She said before coughing to clear her throat.
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misslucia:
“Of course we can wait or I can leave you the supplies so you and Valen can do it with out me,” Lucia nodded a few times setting the bottle on the end of the bed for the younger woman. “I really hope this makes you feel better though,” she said with a small smile keeping her distance wiggling her fingers towards the kitten with a small smile.
“Uh...” she started to say, but strangers were never really her forte. Ryann had always thought of herself as more of a background character and was honestly surprised this girl was still here. That is, until she reached out to the kitten, “his name is George. You can pet ‘em if you want..” she offered after running her own hand over the back of the kitten.
Bailey, Bailey, Bailey!:
bailey had remembered going through the same thing when she was younger. stuffy noses, itchy eyes. it managed to go away with time, but she’ll never forget momma’s chicken soup that seemed to be a cure-all for most ailments. she had seen ryann going through the same, unfortunate thing. she wanted to surprise the younger girl with something to make her feel better. after about an hour of scavenging, she turned up with a stress ball and a book that looked like it’d been through the wringer.
❛❛ you feelin’ any better ?? ❞ she asked, standing awkwardly at the door frame. ❛❛ i wish medicine was easier to scavenge. hopefully you’ll like this, uh, stress ball with a smiley face on it and this book to keep you occupied. ❞ she tried to read words on the dirty cover, ❛❛ outsiders, i think it’s called. happy, uh, belated whatever. ❞
Bailey had been her best friend for years. They’d all been surviving by each other for a while, but Bailey had always been a little bit more rebellious than both she and Valen. It made her extra special in the blue eyes of the sick little blonde. She’d been gone for quite some time but always managed to find her way back to her. Ryann would be the first person to say that she worried about her friend every single day, but in the back of her mind, she knew that she’d be alright.
“Kinda,” she coughed twice after, just enough to clear her throat. As the presents were given to her, she couldn’t help but smile. She tried. “You can come in Bailey, I’m not sick... it’s just allergies..” she said offering a small, warm chuckle, “they’re not contagious.” To an outsider, yes, she may have looked infected but she hoped Bailey and Valen knew better. “But thank you, Bailey,” she smiled, “We’ll go with Birthday... it’s not like I know the date anyway.”
Lucia
“I met him in one of the abandoned apartment buildings actually, I found him after some guy got shot,” she said honestly looking through her bag and finding the bottle that she wanted. “He was trying to wrap his eye and it looked like it wasn’t done well so I offered,” she answered looking through her bag pulling out her water bottle and adding some water to the squeeze bottle. “So this is a little disgusting but I’m gonna need you to stick this up your nose and then squeeze so we can clean your sinus out.”
Ryann’s face felt like it weighed more than the rest of her body. There was pressure building up behind her reddened eyes and her the puffiness was evident. “Up m’ nose?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. A little disgusting was an understatement, the last time someone had stuck something up her nose she was playing with her two year old cousin and she was about nine... and it hurt. “Can we wait for Valen?” She asked, scooting up in the bed, pulling George onto her lap, “I’d really like to wait for him if it’s okay...”
Lucia:
Biting the inside of her cheek Lucia resisted asking the first question that popped into her head. Medicine was hard enough to come by she wasn’t about to ask something that ridiculous. “This might sound weird but do you have a… squeeze bottle of some kind,” she asked thinking about having the girl use a nasal rinse. It would relieve her of some of the issues.
Ryann rubbed her eye absentmindedly, just trying to relieve the pressure from her sinus’ while the lady thought of a solution. There was just so much discomfort going on in the little blondes head and she was begging for a solution. “No... I don’t think so...” she sighed, shaking her head, “I’ll be okay, if you know Valen you can stay, though... he’ll be home before dark.”
For a second, she paused, “how do you know him?”
Lucia:
“Bless you,” she said softly coming into the room her hands still visible. “I’m Lucia by the way.. I met Valen a few days ago and I wanted to check on his bandaging… is there anything that you might need since he’s not here and you sound not very good if I’m going to be honest,” she rambled slightly her words slurring together just a bit with her accent. She was never really nervous but she wanted to try to help the girl even if she couldn’t really.
Ryann instantly felt dumb. A piece of her was jealous that someone else wrapped Valen’s eye and she’d been feeling anxious about it a lot recently. Seeing that it was a woman and someone who was real put a relief on her shoulders. “I get allergies..” she sighed back onto the pillow, “it always happens when it gets..” and again she coughed into her elbow twice then flopping back on the pillows, “warm.”
Lucia:
The sound of the girls voice froze Lucia in her tracks, and the could and hard coughs that followed kept her going quickly. “I’m unarmed and.. I was a nurse… I don’t have much with me but… is there anything I can help you with…,” she asked standing outside of the room unsure if there was a gun pointed at the door or not. She knew sooner or later she was going to run into someone that didn’t want her help or found a way to refuse her and still get what they wanted from her. “I just want to help…,” she added as an after thought hoping the the girl would let her.
Ryann itched her nose with the side of her index finger for a moment, only to pull a way a hand with a little bit of watery snot on it. Her nose wrinkled and she wiped it on the bed as she weakly called, “you can come in.” The blonde was too tired to care, whoever this was new Valen, if she had to she’d take George and run, but, she hoped that wouldn’t be the case. “I won’t sh-.... sh-...” she sneezed, more like squeaked, into the crook of her arm before rubbing her red, puffy eyes, “I won’t shoot.”
Lucia:
Lucia had taken the habit of finding random kids in Astoria and just deciding that she was going to take care of them all. It was the mother in her that wouldn’t let her just leave them alone. Valen had become one of her favorites actually and she just wanted to check on his eye. Even if it was fully healed she was was still going to check on it and rewrap it if he would let her.
Finding the place he was staying the older woman headed inside after calling out when she had gotten to the place. Heading up the stairs she called for him again, crouching slowly up the stairs pocketing the knife she carried in her boot, not wanting to risk alerting anything or anyone. Halting when she heard the cough she called out again. “Valen? It’s Lucia,” she said louder than she normally would have hoping it was actually the boy and not a coughing walker.
Ryann hadn’t heard them come in or even come up the stairs, but the girl’s voice was close. Nervously, she shifted in the bed to sit more upright, alarmed and concerned. She called back Valen’s name, who was she? How did she know Valen? Carefully, she pulled their kitten, George, up onto her lap and her heart began to beat harder. Time was ticking and soon that person was going to find them.. but if Valen had told her where he lived..... unless they captured him.
“Valen isn’t here..” she called back nervously, setting the book aside. Slowly, she reached toward her bag by the bed for her gun. Her motion was cut short with a heavy, thick string of coughs. It hurt in the center of her chest and was ripping her throat up. In comparison to her voice, it was deep and heavy, and all she could think of was how doomed she was.... and water.
Valen:
IF THERE WAS even a sliver of a chance of Ryann getting injured, he didn’t want her there. Of course, she was safe with him —- he’d give his own life to keep her safe, but it always left him uneasy. Maybe he was too solicitous… but, truly, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if anything were ever to happen to her. These two were going to make it to the end. “No, ‘s okay. Y’stay here with George, see how he adjusts to the house ‘n all.”
-- of course he didn’t want her to go... He never wanted her to go. In fact, when they found the little thing she had to plan with him ahead of time. The thought of losing him, just the thought of him never returning brought nothing but stress to her. Her shoulder’s decompressed slightly and her eyes lowered. “Yeah, he’d prol’ly want the company... ya know?”
