Am I a good man?

✔ intelligent → trained → determined ✘ distant → cold → obsessed

[h0pej0rdan]

Happy Birthday...

[vincentcobbs]

h0pej0rdan:

[Hope looks up and tries to smother her annoyance with little success. She came here to be alone, not to be bugged by people she barely knows. Her frown hands heavily on her face, a clear sign she’s in no mood to be pestered] What are you doing here?

[Vincent furrows his brow. This woman doesn't seem to want company. Whatever it is she's doing, she wants to do it alone, and he won't push her or stick around. He prefers being on his own as well.] Going for a walk. I'll leave you now.

[h0pej0rdan]

Happy Birthday...

[Hope mutters the words under her breath as she places the candle she’s just lit in front of her. It’s something she would see people do when they visited an abbey, loved ones would light a candle for those who needed a prayer. It was always quite daunting how many candles were lit, rows of them all burning brightly in their own little corner. Now there’s just one candle, one for little Amelia Jordan on what would have been her seventh birthday. Hope sits knelt in front of it in a dark and lonely store, further away from the others than she would usually dare to be, thinking of what could have been if this world wasn’t so cruel]

[vincentcobbs]

[The darkness is more comfortable to Vincent than being by the group. He enjoys his solitude and would take an empty building to a full one any day. But, of course, it'd be just his luck that he's take notice of a person while he's trying to be alone. The woman just seems to be sitting in front of a candle, and it makes Vincent curious. In fact, it makes him curious enough to walk over.] What are you doing in here?

[vincentcobbs]

bella-barnett:

[As she continues to struggle with the dog, Bella looks up at who she’d spoken to. The person standing in front of her isn’t who she’d expected, and her stomach drops. She forgets about the collar, and her arm instinctively wraps around the dog, pulling him a tiny bit closer. Rory remains hyper, but he restrains himself from running up to Vincent and begging for pettings, which kind of just confirms the feeling that had led Bella to believe that this man could be dangerous to her Rory.

She quickly looks away, gently stuffing the collar in her pocket. She’ll change it later, when she’s somewhere else.] No thank you, [she says, trying to sound as polite as possible, but obviously not doing very well considering she refuses to look at the man.] I can handle this myself.

Okay. [He nods his head a little and takes a half-step back away from the pair. He knows he makes them both uncomfortable, and although he doesn't really care about that, he knows Bella does. He's not sure what this woman is capable of, but something tells him he doesn't want to find out firsthand.] It's your dog, I'm sure you can handle him fine on your own.

[bella-barnett-blog]

[Bella had gone exploring along with Faith earlier, and they’d ended up in the small shop that had been destroyed in the attack, the one that Hayley had gotten trapped in. Not everything had been destroyed, and after a bit of ransacking, the two of them had found a couple things that they might be able to use, although most of them were for Rory.

The new collar Bella had picked for him was kinda dusty, but she’d washed it off. As she sits down with the dog outside of the store that she’d been sleeping in, the dog keeps fussing at her feet, refusing to put the collar on. After a while Bella eventually gives up and lets him just chew on it. Someone walks by and she speaks before looking up at them.] Mind helping me hold down a medium-sized dog?

[vincentcobbs]

[Vincent shouldn't be watching the small woman struggle with the dog, but he is, and he's covered in shadows so she can't see him watch. It sounds creepy and feels creepy, but Vincent's interest in the canine keeps him from uncovering himself. Besides, it's not like Bella wants Vincent around the dog anyway. Rory is now considered off-limits to him, until he decides to part with the group. He can always snatch the dog and leave, making sure to cover his tracks so the woman can't find him. It's a good plan, but something happens in Vincent's gut every time he thinks of it. He's not sure what it is but it makes him feel bad and it goes away once he thinks of something else. 

He finally decides it's time to go right as the woman asks for help. This is a good excuse to get close to the dog and possibly take a look at its skin under the fur when Bella isn't paying attention. He uncovers himself and takes a few steps forwards, closing the distance between where he was and where Bella and Rory are.] I'd like to help.

[vincentcobbs]

missjessicaclarke:

Perhaps. {Jessica comments with an almost light amusement to her voice at the man’s assumptions.} But this place is foreign to me. I do not know where the supplies are being stores or the patrol barriers rest. {Her fingers grip at each other tighter.} However, ask and ye shall receive. Unless speaking with you, it would seem.

[He just shrugs his shoulders while the woman goes on about not knowing the area. She's not helpless. She can find Kris on her own.] Ask and ye shall receive, huh? 

[vincentcobbs]

missjessicaclarke:

Are you? {Jessica inquires plainly, because the only thing that would make her not alright is if this man doesn’t point her in Kris’s direction and fast. No animosity contorts her face, just a quite politeness it always holds.} I must speak with Kris.

[He doesn't answer her question because she hasn't answered his.] If you know Kris at all, you know where she's at. [Kris is always in the same two places. She's either with the supplies or patrolling the perimeter. He has to admit he's fascinated by her determination.]

[vincentcobbs]

missjessicaclarke:

The Messenger. {Jessica informs the young man at the door, a slightly familiar face in an unfamiliar area. But God had been whispering in her ear, a pull in her gut to flee in this direction. And here lies the group she had been traveling with. Good things come to those who trust in the Lord.} Grant me access and your people will live.

[Vincent's face just contorts into a confused look. Calling herself The Messenger doesn't help Vincent identify her, and it honestly makes him question her sanity. He knows some people have spirits inside of them, but they're usually not insane.] Are you alright?

[missjessicaclarke]

{The little yellow Jeep rumbled to a stop as Jessica cut the engine, staring up at the mall, and the small alcove from the large, dirt wall letting her headlights shine upon a door. An entrance. She kills the lights. She had almost drove without them completely, preferring the shadows to harsh artificial brightness, but there hadn’t been time. Just the hurry to separate, and God had guided her footsteps to the mouthy blonde’s vehicle, key left in the ignition for a quick getaway.

She wonders where they are now, if any of them had made it to this place. Or if anyone is here at all. But she has faith she’d find what she’s looking for. Her trust, her whole being, had always been in God’s hands. Closing the door of the little box of a truck, Jessica walks slowly through the fog, the edge of her skirt a tattered, filthy mess and her hair sits in a slight disarray of mangled curls. She passes a few cars, some of them familiar. It’s quite possible the group from before is lodging her. Wouldn’t she be blessed to find them.

The glass is cold upon her nose as she presses her cheeks to the window of the door, hoping to see anyone inside. But when Jessica can’t make out a shape or a shadow of a person, she simply knocks.}

[vincentcobbs]

[Vincent isn't expecting to hear a knock as he sits by the entrance to the mall. He's sitting with one of his knives in his hands, and he's just looking at it, checking its sharpness with his eyes. His other one had cut him when he cleaned it after the attack, so he knew that one was good to go. At the knock, he raises his head and slowly makes his way over to the door. If it really is a person who wants inside, they'll wait. When he reaches the door, he opens it and stares at the woman on the other side.] Who are you? [She looks familiar but he can't place her. If she's a threat, she doesn't look like one but neither does Vincent.]

[h0pej0rdan]

[Hope has been quite tired all day, even after sleeping for hours and hours she still feels exhausted. Healing Cian was tough, simply because so much of his skin was damaged. Maybe she wasn’t as tired as she would have been if she had done the same a year ago, but the combination of the complicated healing process and fighting for her life for so long before hand has left her feeling drained. She has forced herself to be up for a little while because she needs to eat, but even as she finishes she feels no better for it and she can only stomach just under half of the contents of her can, which remains mostly full in front of her]

[vincentcobbs]

[Vincent is sitting by the supplies, watching people as they come and go. He's checking to see if anyone is hurt or needs his help, but he doesn't seem to see anyone. He opens up his bag and finds his travel first-aid kid. Inside are bandages and triple antibiotic cream. On his own hand is a bloodied bandage that needs changing. As he starts to change his bandage, he glances up and catches sight of Hope. She looks exhausted, but that's all he can tell.]

[vincentcobbs]

mason-sullivan:

[Mason raises his eyebrows at the man’s serious expression, but he know his sense of humor isn’t for anyone. What has him frowning is the way he immediately raises his hand when the man asks for it. There’s a certain degree of power in his voice, and Mason automatically hates it, but doesn’t reclaim his hand.}

[Vincent takes the man's hand into his own and turns it over, taking the time to glance over the cut and examine it well enough to see if he will need anything more than to sanitize it. He lets go of Mason's hand a few moments later.] It's not as deep as it looks. You'll be fine.

[vincentcobbs]

mason-sullivan:

{Mason eyes the man before offering a remark.} Not unless you’re a hot blonde with C cups and a nurse’s costume with a hemline that barely covers your asscheeks. {He says happily, and it’s obvious that the cut had not damaged his sense of humor.}

[A normal person would laugh at Mason's remark, but Vincent isn't what people would call normal. He continues on with the same demeanor as before.] Sorry to disappoint you. [He doesn't walk away though and keeps standing there looking at the man's hand. He can't tell how bad the cut is and his instinct is telling him to check it out.] Give me your hand.

[vincentcobbs]

kaitlyn-weiss:

[When he tells her the woman did try to hurt him that puts her at ease again, and after he continues she lets out a small gasp. He said ‘people like us’. People with the black marks are who he’s talking about, she knows that, but what she’s caught on to even more is that they’re hard to beat. That meant they were strong, and that makes her smile.] Yeah.

[She takes a few steps in a circle before beginning to go in the direction of the door closest to them.] Let’s go back inside! [She shouts because she can, as if he’s fall away and it’s harder to hear. Quickly, she turns around and walks backwards.] What’s your name?

[He's not sure what to think of this girl. She's young and intelligent but seems a bit off. He's curious about her but doesn't say anything and decides not to ask any questions. He begins to follow her back to the building.] My name is Vincent Cobbs.

[mason-sullivan]

{Mason had managed to pry open the lid of his can off with a knife, though the majority is still attached to the metal cylinder. He gives up with the blade, tossing it to the ground in frustration before starting to pry it off with his fingers. It’s not a good idea, so when blood starts pooling from several cuts on the tips of his fingers, he simply makes a face. Feeling someone looking at him, he speaks without looking.} Not my best moment, I’ll admit.

[vincentcobbs]

[After sitting down to eat a can of beans, Vincent is getting up to dispose of the can and go back to his own area. He doesn't like this place. Everywhere he goes, he feels like someone is nearby. Vincent values his privacy over most things, so being here makes him very uncomfortable. When he hears Mason speak, he glances over to see what he's talking about. The man's bleeding, and Vincent can only assume the man cut himself on the can or with a knife, and he sighs as he makes his way over.] Need help?

[vincentcobbs]

kaitlyn-weiss:

[The man’s answer has Kaitlyn looking confused and there’s a lot of things she wants to know because she doesn’t understand. He said he killed her before she could hurt him, and that made her wonder if the woman even saw him coming. The woman might have been a zombie, but she didn’t know if they still had human feelings. To her it sounded like he killed someone who was minding their own business.] So you killed her but she didn’t try to hurt you?

[Vincent can't help but smile a little at the girl's questions. She seemed confused by but also interested in this whole ordeal.] Oh, she tried, but she didn't succeed. It's hard to beat people like us, [he adds. Kaitlyn has the same markings as him, and even though his are covered up, he hopes the child can understand what he's referring to.]

[vincentcobbs]

waverlyholmes:

[ Waverly listens to Vincent’s words and tilts her head unsure if he’s serious or not] A trash bin though? I can’t imagine that’s what the person who that body belonged to wanted. 

[He shrugs his shoulders slightly.] I don't have a shovel and staying out in the fog is dangerous. I'm not going to risk my life for a dead body.

[vincentcobbs]

elise-de-la-fontaine:

[She smiles slightly.] Mind if I join? [She’s trying her best to be nice, to be amicable, which, to be honest, wasn’t her strong suite. But after clearly pissing off one or two people that she’s met already, she’s willing to try. Elise isn’t stupid enough to think she can make it on her own. So she starts walking away from the dumpster with him, glancing over her shoulder at it before looking back at Vincent.] So, what did you do? Before all of this, I mean. [She knew he had a medical background though wasn’t sure the extend of it.]

[He doesn't say anything in reply to her question. He assumes she'll tag along no matter what he says, but he really doesn't mind Elise's company. They escaped death together. Walking back to the motel together is nothing compared to their other adventure.] I was a surgeon. I was in my last year of residency. Once I was done, I was going to work with my parents.

[vincentcobbs]

kimi--sato:

Oh. How odd. [Kimi mumbles to herself, not getting a chance to say much as he’s quickly changing subject and it’s not a welcomed change.] Oh um. [Kimi’s suddenly fumbling over her words and the smile that had been happily growing during their chat falters.] I went on a supply run - with Bella actually - and … [She decides to give the extremely abridged version.] A window got smashed, it’s just a few scratches.

[Vincent looks over Kimi's scratches from a distance. They don't seem bad, but even scratches can become deadly in this world.] Just keep an eye on them. Anything can easily get infected. [The room seems to be unused, so he decides to stay in it.]