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Dakota laughed. "God, please do leave your underwear on,"she responded lightly. Now that she knew Jacob wasn't just stripping for no apparent reason, she was able to calm down a little bit. Of course, it was still a little bit weird. "Now, why would you want to go swimming?" She questioned. They were living in a hellhouse, and Jacob wanted to swim. Out of all the things! Dakota let out a sigh, she hated the way things were now, but it's not like she could do anything about it. She also hated not having her weapons on her. She still felt awkwardly light without her gun strapped to her hip. It gave her a sort of comfort, knowing that she could protect and handle everything herself. Now that she didn't quite have it at her fingertips, she felt like she was forced to rely on Jacob for protection. And right now, with him in his underwear, she wasn't quite sure whether that was a good thing or not. She kept her hands over her eyes as she turned back around slowly. "If you're lying, I swear Jacob it will not be pretty," she threatened, giving him one last chance to tell her if he was lying. She peeked through one of her hands first, just to be sure. After checking that he was indeed, not naked, she removed both her hands and sat down on the stream bank. Of course, she sat a good couple of feet away from him because, well, that would be really awkward. Dakota dragged her fingertips through the water lightly. Sure, it was cold, but it was a refreshing cold. Definitely not the cold that you would want to get out of right away. She contemplated swimming, but decided she had lost enough of her dignity already today and absolutely refused to take her clothes off with Jacob right there. "I'd prefer to not have to rely on you for protection," she stated in reply to his answer about her weapons. She raised an eyebrow and cast her gaze over to him. "Seeing as you don't look quite...prepared for a battle right now," she pointed out lightly with a laugh.

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Erik was knocking down infected left and right. There didn't seem to be anymore coming after him, so he cast his gaze around to everyone else. He just noticed that other people had started joining in on the battle. One thing that certainly did catch his eye was Kyle. The group leader looked like a walking lightning bolt. Erik stared in awe as Kyle sliced through infected with ease. I guess that's why he's group leader. Thought Erik as he kicked a wandering infected backwards, them proceeded to smelt it down with the molten liquid that dripped from his hands. He continued fighting with his all, growing more and more strong. His body temperature was to the point where you could cook food on the top of Erik's head. He liked the feeling of slashing through infected, stopping then from getting inside. It gave him a purpose, and he liked feeling needed.

ooc: Annnnnddd the award for leaving Pinkiee with the most awkward post goes to.....*long dramatic pause* Hawky! Congrats!

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Dakota looked back at the swirling water and frowned. “Loosening up gets people killed,” she muttered ever so quietly to herself. She dragged her hands through the cold water again, enjoying the feeling it gave her. Dakota had long since gotten used to thinking like this; all dark and gloomy. She found it hard to find things to be happy about in life nowadays. She tensed in reaction to Jacob scooting closer to her, but she pretended she hadn’t noticed and continued dragging her hand through the water. Her eyes darted to the side when her ears picked up the sound of him moving even closer. “Yeah, right,” she replied sassily in response to his bragging. She froze when he murmured in her ear. Dakota’s mind reeled, and she quickly hatched a plan. She turned her head towards Jacob and looked him in the eyes, blinking slowly. She bit her lip and looked at his, as if asking for permission. Leaning in slowly, she mentally prepared herself for what she was about to do. Her face was so close to his, only a couple inches apart. One….two…. Swish! Dakota cupped a handful of water in her right hand and lightly smacked the side of his face, dumping water on his head. She laughed, moving her face back away from his to a more comfortable distance. “As irresistible as you may think you are, I think I’ll have to pass on that one,” she continued laughing quietly as she dried off her hand on her pants. That would have been awkward. She thought to herself.

ooc: Hey guys I'm leaving today to go to a water park until Thursday, so I'll be pretty inactive:( Sorry, just wanted to let you all know.

ooc: So sorry for inactivity! I went to a water park for a couple of days. Recap please? Only the big things, I wont make anyone write me a novel of what happened c: I'll post later on tonight when I can.

ooc: Just a warning that this is gonna be a crappy post. It was rushed so yeah sorry.

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Dakota had attempted to sleep numerous times throughout the fitful night. She was either placed back in the misty forest in that stupid white dress again, or she was already dead and was living the life of an infected. In the case that she dreamed she was infected, she attempted murder at Erik, her family, and even Jacob-who ended up killing her brutally. She didn't have cold feet about it though. After all, if she was infected, she would want someone to kill her. She had ended up waking herself to find her face was either wet with tears, or sweat...or both. Four times. She thought bitterly, as she sat on the grass leaning up against a tree solemnly. She had tried to sleep that night a good distance away from where Jacob was, and had woken up even farther away. Sleep walking? She considered the possibility. She hoped she hadn't been sleep talking as well. Dakota opened her bag, taking notice of her shaky hands as she rifled through, looking for something remotely clean to wear. A quiet gasp escaped her mouth as her eyes fell upon the white, embroidered fabric that was neatly folded. She ripped it out of the bag and threw it away from her. That dress. She remembered, as panic started rising in her chest. She blinked. The crumpled fabric she had thrown was merely a grey tank top. No embroidery whatsoever. Laughing a little bit at herself, Dakota shook her head and reached over to the tank top, deciding she could just wear that today. Slipping on a pair of jeans, a jacket and old, scuffed up boots Dakota walked back to where Jacob sat in a tree. She looked up at him and squinted, her eyes weren't' adjusted to the light just yet. "Morning," she muttered, half to herself. Her vivid memories of last night's terrors still haunted the corners and crannies of her mind. She remembered Jacob decapitating her, her infected head falling to the side, eyes rolling up as a thick black liquid oozed from the stub of her already dead body. Dakota shook her head and tore her vision away from him, occupying herself with picking stray twigs and grass from her hair.

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ooc: I don't really know what to do with Erik right now, so I think I'll just start off with him waking up.

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Erik woke up slowly and lazily. He was beat from the battle with the infected, and had fallen asleep easily. He was surprised by this fact because he had been living a nocturnal lifestyle with Dakota, so he figured it would be difficult to try and get back to a normal sleeping routine. Erik yawned and rolled over, his shoulders ached, as if he had been carrying something heavy all night long. Getting up off the floor and stretching, Erik noticed the soft flaky snow that fell outside. Oh crap. He thought as his nose flickered with a tiny flame. He walked over to the white powder and poked it with his finger. The snow melted with a quiet sizzling noise. Erik walked back over to the spot where he had slept and sat down, bored, and wondering when they were to leave.

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Dakota cringed as a stubborn twig refused to untangle from her hair. She exhaled quietly and gave up on the brambles that were stuck to her head. Dakota jumped a little when Jacob jumped down the tree. She stood up and wiped her hands off on her jeans. Out of the corners of her eyes, Dakota saw mist swirling in across the ground, snaking it's way towards her. She froze as her eyes locked onto it, until she finally gathered the courage to blink. Gone. Dakota had heard Jacob and his smart remark, but she didn't really give much thought to it. Instead she remained staring at what was now nothing. I'm going insane. But then again, wasn't she already? Dakota thrummed her fingers nervously on her side, as a way of keeping time. She didn't quite know what she was counting though. Minutes, seconds, heartbeats? She tuned back into Jacob when he placed her weapons on the grass. She grabbed her belt and holsters first, then after that was situated, she grabbed her gun and knife. Her knife was quite old looking, it had rust just barely showing on the tip, giving it a sinister look. The handle was wooden, and had bramble patterns carved into it, just like her gun handle. She slid the knife into one of her pockets and loaded a full mag into her gun, cocking it back then putting it in her holster, safety on. Dakota said nothing as she watched Jacob cram his backpack into a tree, then hide it under the camouflage of some leaves. Dakota raised an eyebrow. When he explained he was being summoned, Dakota was about to ask by whom, but she decided it was best not to pry. She was extremely taken aback when he offered her to come as well. "Oh please, you need someone to make sure you don't get into trouble," she replied with an attitude. Dakota walked over to him, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself onto his back. Her calloused hands locked together firmly, and she could feel her gun giving her an uneven weight on her hips. She was used to that unevenness of course. She had actually grown up, leaning to the side in order to balance it out. Dakota blinked, was she really going with him?

Why the h*ll not?

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Dakota laughed. "Yeah, whatever tough guy," She teased. Feeling better now that she had weapons on her, she actually felt excited to be in the heat of a battle again. Watching her enemies die was like energy feeding into her. Sure, she may only be human, but she had experienced so much crap that she no longer acted like it. When they arrived, Dakota was eager to get started. She cast her gaze over the group. Her eyes locked onto Kyle. The Leader.. She recognized him easily after all those weeks of secretly following his group to be sure it would sustain Erik. Looking around in a panic, she scanned the scene for fire. After she concluded that Erik was indeed, not here. She nodded to Jacob and leaped into battle. She didn't feel the need to waste bullets on these pathetic beings, so she merely concluded to using her knife. These creatures looked like something a child might suspect hiding in their closet. She heartlessly slashed through, trying to be thorough with her kills, but quick. She knew if she stayed in one place for a long amount of time, there was a higher possibility of her being overwhelmed. Dakota closed her eyes for the killing blow of yet another shadow creature, however when she opened them she found another dangerously large one behind her. Somewhere along the line, her knife was knocked from her hand. Sh*t! She didn't have time to look to the side in order to find where it had fallen. Instead, she whipped her gun out of her holster. Grab, chest, push out, safety off...shoot. She closed her eyes just in time. The sickening thump that Dakota had gotten used to followed the loud bang of her gun like an echo. A silver shell, one identical to the one she had given Erik, flew from the gun and landed on the ground. The shell was soon joined by countless others as Dakota shot down the shadow creatures. She hardly even had to aim anymore, for muscle memory of her sights was engraved into her mind. Once there weren't any more creatures around her, Dakota picked up her knife, and twirled it in her hand a little before diving back into action again. Part of her was intensely focused on killing, while another wondered if Erik was doing okay. She concluded to ask Kyle after all this was over, of course, if she actually lived.

Though she absolutely had no intent of letting Erik know of her presence.

[color=black]:(((( It really sucks that you feel that way. I'd hate to see you leave; you're an awesome person. But if you must, happy RPing and best wishes, obscurity.

ooc: Hey guys! c: I'm feeling better now and I really missed RPing on this thread so yeah...I'm back. I attempted to keep up and read through all the posts so I think I know what's going on, but a quick recap would be nice. I don't need it to be too detailed or anything like that.

ooc: Aw thanks for the love guys <3 And also thanks for the recap!

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Holy sh*t I haven't touched a keyboard in so long HOW DO I WORK THE INTERNETS EUFFFG.

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Dakota watched as the sounds of battle surged around her and in her head. She didn't know what to do. She noticed that the majority of people fighting were supernaturals. Dakota looked down at her gun. They were all bad*ss and such while Dakota was at loss. If bullets could barely harm them then what was the point of trying? She was merely a human. Mortal. One of the lesser species. She sighed, at least when she had Erik with her she could tell him what to do with his abilities...no. She shook her head and pushed her jumbled thoughts to the back of her mind; now wasn't the time to wallow in self pity! She looked around for something to do, someway to aid. She didn't like feeling useless, and right now that was the only emotion she felt. Feeling useless was a weird feeling. Instead of filling you with anger or pity or something like that, it left you feeling empty. It leaves you with a knot in your stomach and the feeling that you've never accomplished anything. Or maybe that was hunger..? She blinked a couple of times and narrowed her eyes. Fog rolled in across the ground slowly, like a silent threat. F*ck! Not now, brain! Dakota blinked numerous times before it disappeared. She let out a breath, now to find something to kill..

ooc: Miss me Hawky? Haha.

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Dakota watched as Jacob executed Sachiko. She felt satisfaction as seeing her dead, more of a malicious feeling opposed to a comfort. And watching Jacob, Dakota felt anything but comfort. She noted that he decapitated Sachiko, just like he had done to Dakota in her dream, but she instead pushed those thoughts away and looked around at the others. Most of them weren't badly wounded, Dakota noted with a positive inner monologue. They just looked tired. Thinking about that made Dakota realize she was too. Very tired, in fact. Her legs felt like they had cement blocks stuck to them and her gun made her hip ache. She switched feet so most of her weight was shifted to her left leg in an effort to ease the dull pain. It wasn't too bad, though she didn't quite like it. Her hair that was once pulled tightly into a braid was practically demolished, while her jacket was almost falling off her shoulder. She reached across her chest and pulled it back into position. She imagined it looked like she had tried every drug in the world, but hey, it's not like she's got time to apply makeup or anything. She rested her right hand on her holster, her other tightly grasped the grip of her gun.

Dakota was shaken from her thoughts when she felt eyes upon her. She waited a few for the person to look away before turning and looking in that direction. Kyle: The Leader. Dakota narrowed her eyes at him, mostly from observing but partially from distrust. What would she do if he decided to tell Erik about the battle. What if someone mentioned her? Erik would be crushed knowing Dakota came back, but not for him. Dakota just knew it. Erik was that kind of kid, emotional. One of his weaknesses that Dakota had been trying to work on with him. Dakota quickly thought up her options. She could always go and talk to him, ask him to not alert Erik of her presence. But then again, that option requires socialization, which Dakota was not very good at. She opted for option number two: pick up all her brass and hope nobody tells Erik. Yes, that seemed like a good plan. Dakota looked away from Kyle, realizing that while lost in her thoughts it probably looked like she had been staring at him with a cold epression. Well that's only slightly degrading. She thought bitterly before turning around and bending down to start picking up all of the gold-colored shells. If Erik or someone were able to match her shells to the one Erik had, then he would know that she had been here.

And right now, Dakota was not in the mood to catch up with old acquaintances.

ooc: Mhm sureeee. I don't know, my spidey senses.

ic: Dakota's hands shook as she picked up the shells. It was like each casing was another stupid memory, coming back to haunt her. She grumbled profanities under her breath as she dropped one. Well sh*t. She crammed the casings into the pocket of her jacket and continued picking up the rest. Dang I fired a lot. She realized as she shoved another handful into her pocket. Dakota felt a presence behind her, and her heart beat pace quickened intensely. "Care to tell me why you're-..." Dakota cringed. Crap, she had hoped everyone would just leave her alone. She stood up, her back facing Kyle and turned around slowly. She tried to be sure that her face was blank and expressionless; not giving away her thoughts or feelings. She swallowed hard. "You can, um, fill the empty shells and reuse them," She replied to his unfinished sentence as she watched him study one of her shells. "It's easier than looking for new bullets entirely." Dakota was about to ask him for the gold case when he dropped it. Her brown eyes widened and she turned away from him, occupying herself with picking up the last of the shells. No. No no no, he couldn't possible recognize... She cut herself off remembering the lone, golden memory she had given Erik. She closed her eyes, knowing she was caught. Only one thing to do...

"How do you know Erik?"

Dakota breathed quietly as she shoved the last shell into her pocket and stood back up. Her face was cold, yet calm. She didn't look entirely innocent, but she didn't look as though she had been caught either. She had gotten quite good at hiding her emotions. She could now just hope Kyle didn't see through her mask. "Erik?" She asked, adding the slightest bit of confusion to her expression. "I do not know any..Erik." She said his name weird, as though it was foreign, or a new word entirely. Dakota looked Kyle in the eyes. She noted that his hand had moved to his gun, and Dakota fought the urge to do so as well. She cast a glance over at Jacob, silently willing him to come over and distract Kyle. C'mon...ugh. I can't keep up this act forever. She would even be thankful for some stupid snide comment from him at this moment. Heck, she'd be okay with anyone interrupting the current conversation that she was having with Kyle. Maybe that adviser guy? Or..or... f*ck. Dakota swallowed. She just hoped she was a good liar.

ooc: Haha! Yes the spidey senses always work.

Thanks Young and Beautiful:)

Oh, and Rave I'm loving that fancypost.

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Dakota placed her hands on her hips. It was really just an excuse to keep her hand near her gun, but she figured she may as well try to keep from instigating anything unnecessary. She kept her expression the same, returning it to her cold gaze after she had faked her own confusion at the name Erik. Dakota felt frustration brewing inside her. This guy was impossible to read! What was he thinking? Would he threaten the answers out of her, or just let it slide? From her past observations, Dakota knew it wasn't likely that he would just leave her be. She blinked as something caught her eye. Something...white. She stared at the spot behind Kyle, knowing it was just her going crazy. Yet everywhere she went, her fears plagued her mind, stalking her during the day and attacking when her mind fell unconscious. There was that stupid white dress again; a symbol of helplessness. It just lay there on the ground, crumpled and taunting. Dakota's eyes flashed back and forth from Kyle's face to the cloth on the ground. She blinked, and once again it was gone. Dakota quickly gathered herself from her disoriented state and looked back to Kyle. When he said he believed her, Dakota was taken aback. Huh? She furrowed her brows. She most definitely wasn't expecting that. But then again, what if he was lying? Dakota frowned, is this what the world has come to? She can't trust anything anymore, and her sanity is slowly slipping away. Is this world worth living in anymore?

Then he smiled. What the hell? Dakota kept her harsh expression still, and she felt the corner of her mouth start to twinge. Her muscles longed to move. Dakota opened her mouth to say something, but stopped herself. No, she wouldn't tell him the truth. When he introduced himself and asked for her name, Dakota felt weird. It just didn't seem right. maybe it was just too out of character, or maybe Dakota just wasn't used to greetings. Either way, she felt unsettled. "You shouldn't be thanking me," Dakota replied to him blankly. "but my name," she paused. Maybe she should lie again? But then he could probably just ask around and figure out her real name anyways. Dakota sighed. "is Dakota." She put her hand out and grasped his, shaking it firmly before quickly letting go and placing it back on her hip.

I shouldn't have come here.

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Erik had been awkwardly napping, leaning up against one of the factory walls. His sleep had been slightly restless and by the way his eyes drooped, he knew a nap would do him some good. Now he was fully rested and ready to do something. Train, perhaps. His skills were better than they used to be (courtesy of Dakota's discipline) but they were still highly unpredictable. Erik smelled breakfast. He smiled, today seemed promising. As long as nobody died, maybe he could advance his skills. Erik stood up and stretched, immediately regretting that decision. His neck had a kink in it and it cracked when he tilted his head back. "Ouch..." He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. Wait...is that, bacon? Erik was about to run over to where there was food, when he stopped himself. He probably shouldn't take food until he had done something productive. After all, these people took him in. It was the least he could do. Erik decided to ask Kyle for a task once the leader got back from wherever he was. Come to think of it, where was everybody? Oh god, was there an attack? Guilt gnawed at him stomach as he thought about everyone battling, while he had been doing nothing. No, he definitely wasn't taking food now. Not until he had earned it. He passed Orihime on his way out of the factory, keeping his head low. Erik decided to go and practice a little ways away from the factory. He didn't want to accidentally burn someone.

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Dakota hated his smile. She felt as though he thought he was superior over her. Of course she could be wrong; she had never been very good at reading emotions or communicating at all. Which was partially the reason why she left Erik. That and the fact that he could hardly handle himself. She looked down at her gun hand, the skin across her palm red and awful looking. The texture felt smooth, like her hand print had been burned off, and it practically had. Dakota gritted her teeth at the memory. Erik had no control, and he burnt her. She couldn't -no- wouldn't travel with someone like that. Someone so juvenile. Sure it was by accident, but Dakota wasn't one to forgive. Her anger boiled inside her, and she fought the urge to smack that stupidly kind smile right off his face. Dakota could tell it was faked. That was one thing she could tell about people; when they fake smiles. People who faked emotion were the same as liars, but then again Dakota was a liar herself so she had no right to judge. Dakota stayed silent throughout Kyle's words. She merely gave him a curt nod to prove she had been listening and watched him walk away. See you around, I hope. Dakota clenched her fist at this. "I don't," She muttered quietly so he didn't hear. Dakota felt a sense of doom dawn on her. It was clear Kyle still didn't believe her, and he would probably confront Erik. Which means I need to leave as soon as possible. She turned around and started looking for Jacob.

ooc: *Drops Doctor Who book of quotes and follows trail of candy* Hello fellow RPers! I am back! So terribly sorry for inactivity. I also hope I didn't hold anything up. Anyways, I shall begin!

Too lazy to find fancy letters.

Dakota~~

Dakota rolled her eyes, cursing her skin tone once again as Jacob grew even more arrogant. She placed her hands on her hips and huffed. "I'll ignore you for as long as I please," she responded with a challenging eyebrow raise, daring him to make another cocky comment. Though she knew he was merely trying to give her a hard time, she still was feeling extreme amounts of awkwardness during this conversation. The word baby sounded weird from his mouth, and she couldn't quite figure out how she should be reacting to this. So, naturally, she went with sass as her defense mechanism.
When Jacob commented on how she liked to "ruin his fun" she thought she had won. Conversation over. But no, she was slightly taken aback at his feigned childish attitude. Dakota wasn't given enough time to process his words before he scooped her up. Dakota let out a disgruntle yelp of surprise. She huffed and allowed Jacob to carry her, it was better than walking, right? But still, her mind was elsewhere. Would Kyle really confront Erik about the shell? Her stomach overturned in worry and she crossed her arms over herself. Surely she'd never have to see him again? Dakota was usually confident in herself, but she wasn't sure if she could look Erik in the face again.

For the first time since things went to sh*t, Dakota felt guilt.