Posts by Devereaux

The young man's coffee brown eyes lit up at Blue's question. He looked a few years older than Leah. "Oh, yeah sure" he said warmly, now recognizing their wounds. "Come on, right this way..." After closing the door behind the group and securely locking it behind them, he led the three over to a small medical station with cabinets filled with supplies. "We've got bandages, painkillers, alcohol, you name it." he said, pulling out the materials as he listed them.

"Sure thing" he responded, grabbing a wielder from a nearby workbench. "Not sure what you'd need it for... The name's Collin, by the way. Collin Ashton. Mind if I ask who you lot are? Maybe why those thugs were after you?"

Leash began shuffling through the medical supplies. She came up with a good deal of bandages to brave Derek's broken ribs.

Leah felt her stomach lurch at the sight of Derek's wound. She knew that had it been herself in that position, she would have surely fainted from pain. It didn't seem fit for Derek to treat his own wounds with others around. "Here. Let me" she spoke up, despite her gut telling her not to. She rested her hand over Derek's which held the small cutting tool.

((Ugghh, My posts are so long... Too much muse...)

[color=#0F165B][font=andale mono][size=9pt]
Luke followed Andy willingly. It had been a while since he'd partnered up with other survivors, and until now, he hasn't realized just how bland the solitary life really was. These new faces would make things interesting for him again, hopefully. Especially Andy. If not, Luke would surely find a way to spice things up himself.

Trailing along the desolate streets, he let his unassuming gaze drift along the passing buildings- the familiar buildings, actually. A shanty little bar that nestled on the western curb remained just as it had before the start of the apocalypse. A bit run down now, but still the same humble little place. The bar had been a routine visit for Luke once upon a time. He worked there; showing up for the night shifts not too long ago. Yes... popping bottles and serving spirits to drunken old hounds was how the illustrious Luke Zakim had once made his way in the world. It wasn't much, but it was a job, and he couldn't complain about that. Hell, he even enjoyed it. If only everyone else could have seen that too... If there was one thing Luke learned from his youth, it was the definition of 'real' success.

[color=#0F165B][font=andale mono][size=9pt]
"And you better d*mned well remember that." The biting words of his father still echo freshly in his mind. "Life's not meant to be a walk in the park, Luke. It doesn't work like that. You don't get what you want handed to you on a silver platter. You understand me, son?" The sandy-haired twelve-year-old focused intently down at his shoes, shamefaced and suddenly loathing the brand new skateboard that sat beside him. It looked so tempting on the shelf, but now... "Stolen." His fathers words cut deeper into his already existing guilt. "Luke, stealing is wrong. Somebody worked for this. And what's more, we can't pay for this. You know that." An exasperated sigh later, "... First it's breaking the school windows, then giving Connor a bloody nose, and now this?"

Connor deserved that punch, was the first thought that crossed young Luke's mind. But the real irony was the fact that what Luke's father cautioned him so much against were exactly the violent excursions Mr. Zakim's life entailed, only worse...

[color=#0F165B][font=andale mono][size=9pt]
They were at the hideout in no time. Luke gazed up at the towering building before him, recognizing its benefits just as Andy had when selecting it. "Nice pick" he complemented. Feeling a growl begin to claw at his stomach, Luke added, "Hope there's a vending machine or two in all those floors. I'm starving."

"Alright. Let me know if you need help with that" Collin responded half-jokingly. "So, you guys know my cousin?" he asked the group.

Leah swallowed a lump in her throat. She hesitated before speaking. "Did know..." she corrected quietly. "Alex was shot by bandits. He died about a month ago..."

A look of disbelief, then grief crossed Collin's face. He eased his way back into a rusty old swivel chair and rested his chin on his hand in thought. "Oh,..." he murmured, still absoorbing the news. "...poor kid..."

.:.:bump:.:.

Leah fought her squeamishness and carried out Derek's task. She wanted to close her eyes and run the second she touched his broken rib, but that wouldn't help anybody, now would it? "Ok... I did it..." she said hesitantly, after putting it back in place. She was afraid that she might have hurt Derek.

Still in his small state of mourn for his cousin, Collin's attention was briefly caught by the light blue glow of Blue's scars. He looked over her with a bit of curiosity. "Your scars..." he muttered. "They're radioactive?"
Collin knew the answer already, but for some reason he wanted to hear her say it. He needed someone to distract him.

The pain in Derek's eyes reflected into Leah's. She wasn't even thinking when she placed her hand on top of his as it clenched the metal chair. "It's ok" she assured, gently trying to pull it from the chair. "You're ok..."

[color=#0F165B][font=andale mono][size=9pt]
Step after step, Luke continued to follow Andy up the snaking staircase. Andy... Saying the name over again in his mind, Luke recognized what a peculiar name it was. Sure, it probably fit its owner well who was a bit of a tomboy, but it just seemed out of place as a girl's birth name. And it didn't quite capture her completely either, Luke thought. He made a mental note to come up with a pet name for his new companion. She'd probably hate it, but women were always complicated like that.

Sweet! Ill post tomorrow. Going to bed

ooc: Holy crap! That came out amazing! Nice job!
[size=9pt]

30 d*nmed floors...

As physically fit as Luke might have been, nothing could save him from the sheer, agonizing, repetition. Floor... after floor... after floor... It felt almost unreal when the group finally made it to the top. Straight away Andy began her short presentation of the rooftop suite. Luke kept in tune with her voice, following it up and down as she set the strategy, but Andy only managed to capture a portion of his attention at the moment. Gazing carelessly over the edge of the building and at the world below, Luke found himself transfixed by the view. It was stunning. Even in the wake of the apocalypse, the towering buildings that etched their way into the darkening horizon still put on a marvelous scenery. Although now, looking out, the small spires seemed to have a hauntingly fictional essence to them, almost unnatural. It was as if the world had paid no mind to the distorting chaos that had been wreaked upon it. It was all the same as it was before. The sun still set, and the days still went on. There would be no more society, or civilization, or order to things, but clearly that didn't matter. The empty cycle would forever continue on; life, or no life.

Luke caught himself zoning out and snapped his attention back to Andy. He debated staying back and maybe getting a decent amount of sleep for once, but ohhh... the hunt sounded tempting... And Andy would need backup, wouldn't she? That other guy was going, but by the way Andy looked at him with those hardened blue eyes, it didn't appear that she trusted him very much. Luke decided to volunteer for the little 'mission'. If she didn't want him: so be it. He would get some sleep. If she did: wonderful.

"Hey, I'm always up for a little adventure" he pitched in after Necro. Changing his tone to one of playful provocation, he added heedlessly, "...That is, if you think you can keep up with me..."

ooc: That would be awesome.
Oh shizz......... Luke can't climb ladders either... o_o

"Oh yeah..." Collin replied with exaggeration. "Those new weapons they've been coming up with now are some pretty nasty stuff. I've seen their effects; on dozens of people actually. Some of them managed to get hardly a scratch of the stuff, but others are even worse of than you guys." Glancing up at Blue, Collin found that he had half the mind to take the last comment back. She had a fair collection of the glowing scars- much more than most. He thought for a moment. "You know, I've actually been working on a cure, but lately I've hit a sort of a road block..." Collin rubbed his eyes, making obvious of his persistent headache from staying up late nights.

Leah hesitated. She didn't want to sound pushy, but Derek needed help. She couldn't just sit back and watch him stumble through the motions of trying to patch himself up. "Derek. You can't do it on your own. Let me help" she blurted out. "...please?..."

Ooc: SO SORRY. I was gone a lot longer than intended. Little post, gotta sleep bad, will be better tomorrow, mind isn't working right now, blahskfpdnskdndkh :P

[color=#0F165B][font=andale mono][size=9pt]

Luke was ready; more ready than ever as he stood atop the towering rooftop above the hibernating city below. His nerves ached for motion and his spirit craved a thrill. It was just what he needed, to be out in the action again. Take chances, work his pulse up, smash a couple rotten heads, and put everything on the line. Bring it on, meat-sticks.

All that stopped Luke now was the dreaded long hike back down. Those damned stairs... No. There had to be another way; fortunately, after turning around, Luke found that there was.

The neighboring building. It was oh, say, five feet out, ten feet below the one they were perched on? Give or take? Luke sized up the jump, and found it to be a decent feat. Hopping from one rooftop to the next would make seconds of a fifteen minute trek back down to street level. It would be a bit of a risk for sure, but that's what his body was made for.

"Hey, Annie" he called back, testing out a new petname for Andy. "How open would you be to an alternative way down?" The gears turned in Luke's mind as Necro's building-jump was sounding more and more promising. He spun around to face Andy- what was she, his leader now?- from where he practically stood on the building's edge. He searched her eyes for some sort of approval, but his mind had been made up minutes ago.

Could I reserve a spot please?

[color=#0F165B][font=andale mono][size=9pt]

[color=#0F165B][font=andale mono][size=9pt]

With Andy on her way down via the ropes, a green light flashed before Luke's eyes. Taking a couple steps back, he aligned himself, made a swift sprint, and jumped. The first several building leaps were nothing short of easy-peasy for Luke; he could have practically done each with his eyes closed. But as he neared ground level, one of the final building gaps to be crossed looked a bit skeptical. In observed by Luke, he jumped it anyway.

The cool dusk air blew back his hair and clothing as he soared across the gap. It was in that fleeting moment of airtime, that Luke suddenly realized by just how much he had underestimated the height of his leap of faith. He hit the concrete of the opposite rooftop- Hard. With all his balance out the window, Luke had no say in his stumbling forward. He flailed for a moment, trying desperately to steady himself on his throbbing ankles and only hand, and having every intention of not landing face-flat on the concrete. He probably looked ridiculous- no, he definitely did. Like some poor three-legged dog struck dumb by his own clumsiness. His face grew hot as he warily began to stand up. He could feel a pair of eyes boring into him then, and it didn't matter whose. Someone saw.

Well if that's not the quickest way to make an impression...

Taking a steady breath and bringing himself upright again, Luke, without fail, slapped on another of his classic smirks. No worries. All fun and games. Totally meant to do that..., he said with his plastered expression alone. But beneath it all, a defensiveness began to brew. He was more angry at himself than anyone else, but that didn't atop Luke from shrugging the negative attention off onto one of his poor companions.

"Hey. You coming slow-poke?" he jeered back up at Necro, his tone bordering on harshness as it cut through the air. "Sorry to say buddy, but the train keeps moving. And I don't think either me or Andy are gonna stick sound to clean up any straggler guts of the sidewalk." It was kind of a dick think to say, Luke later realized, especially to a guy he barely knew. But Necro would get over it. He wouldn't be the type to hold a grudge... would he?

Name: Matt (Leo) Johnson

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Appearance: (Feeling exceptionally lazy, so here's a pic. Plus I hate writing appearances. )

Any Weapon or Magic?: Leo has discovered and developed his ability of telekinesis over the years. It isn't the strongest of skills, only allowing him to move small objects like tennis balls or kitchen knives, but it can be deadly, nonetheless. Speaking of knives, Leo also holds quite the little arsenal of throwing knives and other blades. His aim may not be perfect, but his telekinesis has a way of helping him out in that department.

Personality: Leo is an emotional black hole. He feels nothing when it comes to- well, anything. No remorse, no compassion, no sorrow, and hardly ever angered is the young man. You could say that Leo is somewhat bored with life, which is very close to the truth. The world is a boring place, and Leo never fails to mull over its purpose and make the least of it. At heart (if it can be argued that he has one) Leo doesn't much care for love, or trust, or any shape or form of comparability with other people. As you can probably guess, this makes life out to be incredibly boring, which is why Leo nut seek out alternative ways of entertainment. Human emotions, in Leo's eyes, are simply a way for him to get what he wants. What exactly does Leo want, you might ask? Well that, I'm afraid, is entirely unpredictable. The young man is extremely impulsive and his intentions often don't make much sense to anyone other than himself.

To Leo, relationships with others are insignificant. People are weak, naive, selfish, and nothing short of amusing little things for Leo to toy with. He easily gains the impression of being two-faced- charming and playful one minute, then conniving and cutthroat the next. Whatever sort of personality a situation may demand o him, Leo can slap on seamlessly and without an inkling of hesitation. He is manipulative, relentless, and above all, a player. And God , does he get a kick out of it all.

History: (Not quite sure yet... I might just let it be until it comes up in the roleplay, if that's ok)

Other important things I should know?: If it hasn't been made clear yet, he's somewhat of a psychopath

Are you willing to let your character get hurt?: Hellz yes. Shoot him, stab him, punch him in the gut, or run him over with a dune buggie- See how much this proud little punk cares.

[color=#0F165B][font=andale mono][size=9pt]

Oh, you're in deep sh*t now, punk...

Luke's hardened gaze locked on those blood red eyes, staring Necro down as if he were a rat in need of exterminating. All the while, his mind dreamt up all sorts of malicious comebacks and other darker forms of vengeance. He was edging forward and about to speak, but the well-planned response was cut short by a familiar voice nearby. No matter how heated the moment, Luke couldn't help but let a smile slip along with his scoff. Miss Hot-shot was back, and with another boatload of contempt for him, too. This day was just getting better and better.

"Thanks darlin', but I think we'll do just fine at handling ourselves" he replied with ease, momentarily forgetting about Necro. He would have to be dealt with later.

As the thought occurred to him, Luke spoke up to the girl, "You know, the offer to join up with us still stands. It's easier to make it through in a group, and I'm sure Andy wouldn't mind another body to fight alongside us. She doesn't bite-... at least she hasn't yet" he added cleverly, almost inclined to laugh with himself.

The world has grown to become quite the scary place over the past couple years. Luke, along with countless other death-cheaters would know. He silently hoped that the lone girl would take their little group-invite into honest consideration as he made the last final jumps down to the street. "Sorry, I got a bit distracted" he said politely to Andy, and Andy alone. An underlying stiffness existed in his voice. There was still the issue with Necro. "We all ready to go?"

(Sorry this is wicked long. First posts are always tough ...)

[color=#0F165B][font=andale mono][size=9pt]
"Wait. Stop... You mean to tell me-... You-... You what?!"

The last of the composure in his voice trickled away as the words were forced from his pursed lips. The gruff old man looked even more menacing than ever after hearing newsthat yet another plug has been yanked from his precious bucket of authority. Being a drug kingpin and risk-taker by nature, failure was something of an unfortunate routine for the man. So was his fiery temper.

"Where's the money?" he demanded, eyes hard and piercing toward the youth before him. The pocket blade turned about in his thick, agitated fingers.

"I told you" a reply came flatly from the blonde boy's mouth. He stared straight back at the man, unfeigned by his aggression, and holding his tone as if he were speaking to a small child. "Nobody's buying. People are too panicked with the riots in the streets. You can't expect to sell out with the rebellion on everyone's mind. And plus, one of your men lost a half an ounce of the stuff downtown by th-"

"I don't want to hear about how my men screwed up- how it's my men's fault! They were your responsibility!" he roared. His anger was enough to pull him from his seat. There was the slightest hint of alcohol lingering on his breath. "This was your chance, punk. You're first, and your last. You owe me money!"

The boy rolled his eyes and thought, but didn't speak, My last and only chance, and you made me responsible for two of the dumbest b*stards you could find...

The old brute must have seen and disliked the subtle flash of contempt sent his way, because the next thing the boy knew, the blade in his boss's grip had risen up to his throat. Interesting... was the first and only thought that crossed his mind. His employer was already down by half a squad due to the riots, and yet he was willing to take the life of one of his last dealers? All because of a marginal loss that was inevitable to begin with?

The boy was perplexed, and now a bit annoyed. Even with the blade hovering only a hair away from his neck, he remained straight faced and looked back at his boss with an acute spirit of inquiry. His expression must have cast some sort of discomfort onto the man, because as the seconds wore on, the blade in his hand began to shake. Tiny beads of sweat collected on his forehead and although his stance sought revenge, his eyes revealed fear. The old b*stard had never killed a man in his life.

"I quit" the boy's voice suddenly broke through the air. He pulled a small handful of money from his pocket and set it down decisively onto the table. "This should cover your beer fund." Not wanting to hear the sorry old man's reply, he walked out.

[font=andale mono][size=9pt]

Luke followed Andy's gesture to the cab that sat off to the side. The more he studied the thing, the more Luke began to wonder... What would it be like to get behind a wheel again? After all this time, would he still be able to drive now that he was...?

Stop it, you idiot. Of course you can. Pushing all doubt from his mind, Luke assured himself. Why shouldn't he be able to drive? It was the same mechanics as before, after all. Steer the wheel, shift through the gears, accelerate, brake- simple. Nothing has changed. Nothing at all. Why shouldn't he be able to do anything?

Luke turned back to Andy and nodded in approval to her plan. Andy had already done a good job at convincing him to follow alongside her, and now he was hooked. He couldn't leave now. Luke could feel his stomach contract, reminding him that he was still going on hungry, but his hunger for a hunt beat out that for food any day.

(Oh my poor muse... )

I'm in New Hampshire. Love the snow. Snowmobile fanatic right here