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Live Together or Die Alone

The Farm- IC

a part of “Live Together or Die Alone”, a fictional universe by Bosch.

An RP focusing on long posts and character development set in the Zombie Apocalypse.

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The Farm- IC

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Bosch on Tue Aug 27, 2013 5:57 am

((OOC- This is an IC area of the Board which a Place where you guys can RP in a more traditional way and have your characters interact with each other. Given the nature of the RP there are a few rules.

The Farm is a pretty safe area there are no zombies here.

Plot development will take place in the main IC thread this is kind of a side show.

That means The Farm IC will sort of take place in a “perpetual now” where the latest mission posted in the main IC will (to your characters) have just occurred. This is to account for the differences in timelines that will certainly occur.

Obviously posts will be a lot shorter in the Farm topic

The Farm is made up of the Farmhouse and out buildings. I’ll give a brief description of each place.

The Farmhouse.-

It’s quite large but needs a bit of work however it has three bedrooms a kitchen, living area and toilets. It’s not recommended you use the toilets though as the water has stopped long ago. [url]http://mw2.google.com/mw-panoramio/photos/medium/11435138.jpg] The Kitchen is used by Winters and Monroe[/url] as a sort of Scavengers HQ. Winters calls it the clubhouse Monroe calls it the CP.

Monroe uses the pantry as a armoury.

The Outbuildings.

There are numerous buildings that make up the Haven compound, most are simple corrugated iron frames with cladding none of them are in particularly good states of repair. Monroe plans on refurbishing them though should Haven continue to grow. .))
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Re: The Farm- IC

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After the events of 'Is there anybody out there?'

“Well done kid. Go get cleaned up, supper's nearly ready.”

The gruff praise was like music to Laney's ears; the trembling in her knees subsided almost immediately. The interest Callie and Monroe showed in what she had to say about Tull Hollow filled her with self-confidence. The meal helped too, rough fare though it was. She couldn't shake the feeling, though, that she could have done more. Found out how many zombies there were. Taken some out - it wouldn't have been the first time. Tried to contact the boat. When one of the other Scavs volunteered to go down to Tull Hollow the next day, Laney's heart sank again; they didn't trust her with the mission. She'd messed it up.

The meal finished, people drifted away from the table in ones and twos, some to bed, Callie and Monroe back to the large wall map. Did those two ever rest? Soon it was just Laney and the timid medic, Dr Short. She started collecting the used plates and cutlery in her precise, methodical way, and took them to the sink.

'Can I do that?' Laney asked. The doctor flinched a little; Laney had come up behind her pretty silently. 'I - I've never washed up before.' Dr Short looked back at her, puzzled. 'Pretty stupid, huh? There was always someone else to do it'

'Sure,' replied Dr Short, in the scratchy whisper of someone who sometimes went the whole day without speaking.

Once she got her dish-holding hand and sponge-holding hands co-ordinated, Laney found it pretty easy going. What was the big deal, she thought. Why do people even have dishwashers? Although, she mused, this could get pretty tedious several times a day, every day. As she stacked the last of the dishes, Laney resolved to do more than just this to prove her worth in Haven.
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Re: The Farm- IC

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After the events of 'I'm on a boat'

Laney hurried out of the room after Tilo and grabbed him by the arm. 'Why didn't you tell them about the two on the boat?' she hissed into his ear. 'They're out there using Zack as guard dogs for their boat. They're going to turn more and more people. And they looked fucked up too.'

She looked into the man's surprised eyes, noting the wrinkles around them, the grey in his eyebrows, and her anger at being forced into a lie subsided. He looked tired and scared, but even despite that, he had come for her out on the lake. In fact he'd saved her life.

And she recognised, too, the pain of loss in those eyes. Their chat about family and the old world, Laney realised, had been the longest conversation she'd had since Barney had fallen, over a month ago. And the fact that Tilo had known her father's music - and seemed oblivious to her own celebrity - felt like a link to the past. To home. She pulled his shirt closer round her. She'd mostly dried off in the run for Haven, but her long, thick hair was still wet. She shivered.

'Sorry. Just... just don't leave me hanging, okay?'
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Ben was lying on slight slope of the overhang above the front porch to the farmhouse, where he was looking up to the sky. He'd seen a lot of shit go down since the start of this thing, but he still wasn't used to seeing people killing other people. And he couldn't help but wonder about this time. Who had this Timothy guy been? Was his family still alive? How did he end up all the way out there? These questions weighed heavily on him.

"Stop it." He whispered to himself, "He wasn't the first, and he won't be the last." Still, he couldn't help but wonder if he could've done something. Gotten there faster, maybe. He sighed, and it was then that he noticed Laney returning for the day with one of the new guys tagging along with her. Ben didn't know his name yet. But, Laney caught his attention with her attire, or relative lack of, and he raised his head up. The two of them marched past and into house, no doubt to return to Monroe and Callie.

He lowered his head back down to rest it on the shingling of the roof, at first deciding that he wouldn't do anything but lie here until dinner was called, but he was quick to talk himself out of it.

"Go and talk to her, you idiot." He said to himself, "You've barely talked to anybody since you got here." At that, he shook his head and stood up and climbed back in through the window which he'd used to get to his current spot on the roof. After returning upstairs from his task, he'd deposited his backpack and the hatchet and knife that he carried, but he still had everything else.

Ben came to the middle of the flight of stairs in time to see Laney obviously saying something to the new guy, though he couldn't make out what they were saying. And when he saw this, he stopped, looked at the two, and took a seat where he was on the steps and looked away, pretending to find something interesting with his right hand.
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Re: The Farm- IC

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The motivations that he had, and the reservations that he had for not expressing the truth, didn't seem much like anything at the time. Until Delaney pulled up behind after he had left the farm house, and gave him a verbal drubbing, before apologizing dejectedly.

Tilo looked at her for a moment, he recognized within her the same amount of turbulence that was within him. He asked himself, was it the right reason to leave them there? Or would that haunt him later on?

"No, I don't plan on leaving you hanging."

"But did you see how they just stood there? It really surprised me, the way they stood there with that..." he paused to find the right word.

"Apathy. The indifference before a person trying to hang on for dear life."

Tilo stopped there, he felt angry, and tired. He just wanted to fall on a bed or some nice shady spot and close his eyes for a long time. Perhaps to rethink the words that he said that day, or perhaps to refocus his efforts on finding his family.

"They didn't want our help, and they didn't give us any," he wanted to add, that their fate was their own.

However, before he could utter the words, he was struck with a pang of guilt and surprise. Since when did he become so cold...and bitter? He was getting too old too soon.
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Re: The Farm- IC

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Rann on Fri Sep 20, 2013 1:00 pm

After the events of 'The Bodyguard': 1

Happy face, Hop. Just keep your happy face; no need to make things even worse 'round here.

Ever since she got back, she was in a weird fuzz. Before, even with all the shitty things happening, at least there was someone she could easily talk to about pretty much anything; her fears for the future, her loneliness, anything. He was like her emotional rock, and it's pretty hard to move on without him. Loss is something you don't really get used to; it's more like, the more you gain and then lose, the bigger the hole gets. And there isn't really anything you can do to fill the hole back up again.

And she wasn't the only one. Everyone around the farm had the same eyes she did- eyes that detailed loss. He air, it was pretty damn bleak with all of this, that not even her bright pink hoodie could fix. Heck, it was washed at the moment anyways by whoever's in charge of laundry, so even if it could, it wasn't here to do anything.

There was a girl, around her age, maybe a wee bit older. What was her name, Laney? Is that even a name? If so, she's never heard of it. Still, although they looked similar in age, that girl was much taller and obviously more athletic, making Hoppy feel just a little diminutive in comparison. And, well, she felt anxious just standing there, looking at her. Might as well try to integrate, though. She wouldn't tell her off for talking, would she?

"Yo," She said casually, not really looking directly at her. "Sure is depressing here."

Awkward silence. C'mon, think of something that might cheer people up, anything at a- that's right. The solar panel! So she grinned, still falsely, at the girl.

"Right, hey, you know? If things go right, we could be getting a solar panel here." She briefly remembered the steel trees, how at the very tops of the incredibly huge structures, there were large lined structures- the specific part that actually absorbs the energy. It wouldn't be impossible for someone to try and climb up it and remove the top, to bring back, after all. "Imagine the things we could do with a permanent energy source, huh? It'd be damn awesome, Am I right?"
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Re: The Farm- IC

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After the events of 'The Bodyguard': 2

It took Laney a moment to adjust her ear to the lilting, up-and-down accent, so she missed the first thing the girl said. It was that livewire Welsh girl, Hoppy everyone called her. Laney hadn't spoken to her much, as she'd spent most of her time following Chip around like a lost puppy.

Chip. Laney suddenly recalled Chip hadn't come home from accompanying Hoppy and Gary to the solar plant. She looked down at the girl, who had a brave grin almost nailed to her face. She rattled off a cheery monologue about solar panels; Laney realised the girl was babbling, almost on the point of a breakdown.

Laney remembered what it had been like having a protector, a strong, capable, protective presence. With Barney by her side on the journey from London, the full horror of the new world was kept at arm's length somehow - he would deal with it for her. He would do the killing, find the food, make the decisions that made the difference between life and death. When they'd gotten separated, and she'd realised that to wait for him any longer would have meant dying, the first step she'd taken alone, fully responsible for her actions and their outcomes, had been like stepping out of a warm room into a snowstorm.

'Are you okay, Hoppy?' She put her hand on the girl's shoulder. She was thin as a twig. 'Come on, let's get a cuppa.'

Every time she left Haven felt like that first step again, exposed to an entirely new, entirely unknown, entirely wild new world. As they sat at the kitchen table, she looked into the brave face Hoppy was putting on, and knew that the girl was feeling the same trauma right now - all the old certainties stripped away, all sense of security gone.

'It's going to be okay, Hoppy. You did a great job down at the solar plant.' What were Callie and Monroe thinking? She looked far too young to be a Scav - 14 or 15 at most - although if she'd made it here from Wales, she must have some inner strength. 'Imagine having full power though? Ohmygod, a hot shower! I swear, I haven't shaved my legs in months.'

She smiled at Hoppy, hoping the girl would regain her spirits. The last few weeks, becoming a Scav, had been a rollercoaster of emotions. Laney was sure she'd need someone to boost her own mood one of these days.
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Rann on Sat Sep 21, 2013 9:12 pm

After the events of 'The Bodyguard': 3

The taller girl put a hand on Hoppy's shoulder. Did Laney see through her mask? How could she, Hoppy made sure it was thorough; examined it in the mirror, even, just in case. Still, she felt a primal surge as Laney attended to her, making her remember her old life; the attention whore she once was. She felt a strange, mostly unknown twinge, but shook it off before it could get to her.

Her bravado was still up, even when Laney offered her a cuppa- a goddamn delicacy she needed lately- the pair at the table in the kitchen, it was almost eerie how Laney looked into her eyes deeply; almost scrutinizing. What was she thinking, Hoppy couldn't even almost fathom.

Jew, it's so quiet without good ol' Chip hangin' around.

Before she could lose herself and start bawlin', Laney quickly backed up her gentle compliment with a joke about hot showers, and unshaven legs- as well as the lack of many other feminine delicacies. Jew, din't Hoppy dread her next period in this place, and on the job.

"I'm liken' to a bear." Hoppy murmured in response, grudgingly brushing her finger against the growth of hair on her own leg. "Feels so gross, mun!"

After preparing the tea, the girls took little sips of the bitter drink. It was weird- though it was all tangy and hard on the tongue, it felt therapeutic, and relaxing as it flowed down her throat. Felt like the most natural thing in the world... and then Hoppy started to cry.

"I feel all done in, ever since Chip went and bought it! I- I din't even look at 'im when he did it, mun. Maybe it be easier for him to pull it if I thank'd him or some shit." She wiped gingerly at the tears with the sleeve of her shirt, blushing a little at being seen so weak, and yet feeling a little cathartic. "Kuh, it's odd... feelin' bit better after sayin' all that."

Still feeling down, but not wanting to worry Laney any more, she decided to focus on something else. So, she decided on Laney's face. It was pleasant enough on the eyes, that's for sure. Though, fer some reason she was feeling something strange and almost impossible to place. What was it, why did she look so familiar? They couldnt'a met before, ain't that right? So why...

"Oy, you look kinda... familiar. And not the 'saw you 'round Haven' kinda familiar." Hoppy leaned forwards a bit. "'We haven't met, right?"
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Faith Fanon on Mon Sep 23, 2013 2:29 pm

After the events of 'The Bodyguard': 4

'I'm... I used to be...' Laney faltered in the face of Hoppy's inquisitive glare. Her hand went instinctively to her hair, now matted and tangled where it had once been sleek and glossy. All of a sudden she was embarrassed. Callie had recognised her, but was a bit too old to be a fan, and Monroe just didn't give a shit, surprise surprise. Tilo had been happy just to talk about her dad's music. Ben was American and, well, the States were hard to crack, as the cliche went.

But Hoppy was just the right demographic, as her bullshit manager would have said. It annoyed Laney when he spoke like music was something to be packaged up and marketed, like any other commodity. It annoyed her doubly because she knew he was right. All the strutting, all the preening, all the dressing up - and dressing down - all the cat-and-mouse games with the tabloid media, it was all a way of selling singles. It wasn't like she wasn't proud of her songs - at least, before a team fo studio 'wizards' were let loose on them - but now, in the new world, the artificial nature of her old life was stripped away.

What did it matter that she'd headlined the biggest T4 On The Beach ever, when Hoppy's only friend had taken the ultimate way out right in front of her? What did it matter that she'd knocked Beyonce off the top of the charts, when Tilo didn't know if his sons were alive? What did it matter that she'd been on the cover of Heat Magazine five weeks in a row, when Ben might never see his country again? How ridiculous was it - was she - to have taken pride in those petty, superficial things, when the small number of people left in the world were frantically fighting for the survival of the human race?

'Look, it doesn't matter now,' she blurted out, afraid she would burn up with embarrassment if she didn't speak quickly, 'but I used to be - I mean, I am - Delaney Byron. You know, the singer. Laney, Delaney. You know? Ex Bomb?' And she rapidly rattled off the chorus to her biggest hit. 'When you move onto the next one, When you're left and think I'm long gone, I'm going to drop the Ex Bomb...'

Hoppy's face contorted as she recalled. Vague images of Laura watching music TV flashed by, a gut-wrenching reminder of her old friend before this whole mess began, that she could still out there. Ex Bomb... honestly, all she could picture was a glaringly obscene catsuit, dripping wet, and then the outrage of concerned parents thinking the female body is inappropriate for little children. Hoppy gave a little smirk as she fully recognised the girl sitting across from her.

"You mean the one with the catsuit?" she asked in almost a teasing voice. "Traumatised wee kids an' all that, huh?"

'Yeah, that fucking catsuit. You know why they poured water over me halfway through that video? Because that fucking catsuit was so fucking tight I couldn't get it off. The director wouldn't let me, it would have taken so long. So I wet myself, so they poured buckets of water over me to cover it. Sexy , huh?'

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After (and during) the events of 'Don't want to be down with the Sickness': 1

Ben had woken up earlier to discover that, apparently, Laney had gone... somewhere. It really didn't seem like she was anywhere in Haven. When he approached Monroe about it, the soldier simply said that she was "probably around somewhere" just because she hadn't checked in with him.

"Just because she didn't tell you if she was going somewhere, she has to be around?" Ben shot back.

Monroe turned to look at Ben, giving him one of his signature death glares, trying to stare him down. Ben was taller and about the same build as Monroe, but Monroe had been a soldier, and he had that 'don't fuck with me' air about him. Despite this, Ben didn't back down. The older man simply responded with "That's right."

At that, Ben shook his head and laughed humorlessly, "Fuck that. I'm telling you, she isn't here." Turning to walk out of the room, "I guess nobody actually gives a shit."

As he was about to exit the house, fully intending to go out and look for her, he heard Monroe's walkie-talkie go off and a voice at the other end, but he couldn't tell what they were saying, or even who it was. At least, not until he got closer.

"What did you say?" Monroe was saying as Ben came back.

"Monroe? Oh thank fuck. Monroe, I'm stuck in Cromwell. I'm fucking surrounded."

It was Laney. Definitely. He could recognize the voice easily enough. Besides, who else was it going to be? But, Jesus Christ. What the hell was she doing? And why didn't she tell anybody?

He stood next to Monroe silently, listening. Eventually, they came up with the plan to try and distract the horde with the help of the others; Callie had gone off to fetch them.

Once the radio had gone silent again, Ben began pacing back and forth. No doubt he was worried about the first person he'd really connected with in... well... months. Though, he hadn't really noticed that he had been pacing, having been lost in his own thoughts instead. Monroe's voice jarred him back to reality.

"Hey! Stop pacing or get out!"

Ben stopped, but his stop was accompanied with a glare at Monroe. Instead of arguing, he walked to the nearby dining room table and sat down. But, in short order, he stood up and walked outside, keeping an eye on the gate.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Laney passed through the gate; maybe it had been hours. Ben hadn't really paid attention to the time that had passed.

She went directly to the farmhouse and Ben followed a few moments after. He came in just in time to see Monroe storm off. Laney was talking to Callie now. Ben waited for them to finish, then approached Laney.

"What was that all about?"

After the question, he quickly shook his head, "Never mind. It doesn't matter. Look, next time, bring backup, okay? It helps to have someone there for you, right?" It was weird hearing that out of his mouth, considering how much time he'd been on his own.

"I don't really care about where you're going, or what you have to do, or what you have to get or whatever. I just... would prefer not to..." He considered his words. Bad things were going to happen. To him. To her. In all likelihood, they probably wouldn't survive the next few months, "...have something happen because you went off on your own and didn't tell anybody."

Rubbing the back of his head awkwardly, he added, "It doesn't even have to be me. Just somebody."

And then, without really thinking about it, he blurted out, "I was worried."
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After the events of 'Don't want to be down with the Sickness': 2

The joke about about hair product felt forced and desperate. Monroe's blistering fury she expected, and could have dealt with; Callie's mixture of bemusement and disappointment was too much to bear. Laney stomped from the Command Centre before the tears stinging her eyes could spill over. Fucking schoolteachers, all the same.

She bumped straight into Ben, and her mood rallied; the friendly American was surely an ally. He hadn't protested when she'd complained about the Haven leaders on their way to the chicken factory, and what they'd been through there gave them their own bond, she thought.

'What was all that about?'

He came straight out with the questions. Deep down, Laney knew she'd been irresponsible, had acted for herself, not the good of Haven. And deep down she knew it was childish to expect someone to take her side. But Ben's accusing tone shook her. She took a step back, couldn't look him in the eye.

But the expected attack never came. Instead, Ben began rambling, stumbling over his words, about not letting things happen to her. In her already flustered state of mind, she couldn't tell if he was speaking on his behalf, or Haven's until, in the silence that followed the rambling, he blurted out: 'I was worried.'

Under normal circumstances, Laney would have hit him with a cutting line and strutted off. Under normal circumstances, she would have turned on the ice queen and shouldered him as she went past. Under normal circumstances, she would never have reached up to the back of his neck, pulled his face down to hers and kissed him hard and hungry on the mouth.

But that's what Laney did. She held herself against him for a full minute, tasting his lips, feeling his stubble scratch her skin, admiring the strength of his body against hers, and letting the fear of that morning and the shame of her confrontation with Callie and Monroe ebb from her body.

She pushed him away with the hand that held the bottle of conditioner.

'I'm taking a shower. You're not invited.'

And then she shouldered him as she strutted past.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Messiah on Sat Sep 28, 2013 12:00 pm

After the events of 'Don't want to be down with the Sickness': 3

Whatever he'd expected her to do, that certainly wasn't it. She held herself against him as their lips met. At first, he was surprised, but that subsided rather quickly as he settled into the kiss, putting a hand lightly on her hip.

For that brief time, he allowed himself to get lost in the kiss. There was no pain. There was no death. There were no undead monsters roaming around out there. In that brief moment, it was just the two of them locked together. The moment seemed to last longer than it really had. And, with the escape that it had brought, he'd hoped that it would last longer.

But then it was over; she pushed him away and gave him a shoulder as she went past.

"I'm taking a shower. You're not invited," she quipped as she left.

Ben was unable to retort, still a little surprised by what had just happened. Instead, he simply watched her go, and once she was out of sight, just grinned like an idiot. Here was this young woman who, in the old world, probably wouldn't have even given him the time of day, and now she had just attacked him - not that he was complaining.

It wasn't that he'd never had anything like this happen before, but it had probably been since high school that he'd even really gotten a kiss from anybody that wasn't in his family already.

He took off his hat and ran his hand through his hair, still grinning stupidly as he did. But, it was then that he noticed that Callie was looking at him. His grin quickly faded and he stuffed his hat back onto his head, clearing his throat.

"Right, I'll just uh... see you later," he managed to say, his words stumbling out of his mouth clumsily. Without so much as another glance to Callie, he made his way to the door of the farmhouse and pushed his way outside. The chilly air outside did him good, as he could feel heat rising up in his cheeks.

Even in the fading light, he could see his breath in the air. It was late in the year, and he wouldn't be surprised to see snow in the next few days.

They were in for a cold night.

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Re: The Farm- IC

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After the events of 'Don't want to be down with the Sickness': 4

Kiera took another long sip of water, the taste of metal was still noticeable, but at least it was safe to drink. Eventually a filtration system should be installed for the water supply; it was such a pain having to boil the water before it became safe to consume. Maybe the Scavs could find something like that on their next trip outside the gates. Kiera wondered if Britta filters were sold in the U.K., though one of those jug filters probably wouldn’t be enough to clean all the pollutants out, especially since they were made to clean tap water that had already been partially sanitized. She might put forward the idea to Monroe the next time she ran into him, depending on his current mood.

“Well, I might as well go see what the others are up to.” She said aloud. Kiera took an additional minute to smooth her navy blue sweatshirt and check her dark blue jeans for any obvious stains. Satisfied with the result she opened the door to her room and stepped into the hallway. She immediately noticed Laney and Ben talking down the hall; Ben was doing most of the talking while Laney stood awkwardly listening to his ramble about her safety. Laney had taken quite the risk by going alone to the village; she nearly died as a result of the daring act. Kiera decided to wait till their conversation had ended before approaching them.

Mouth agape, Kiera was shocked to see them share a kiss right in the main hallway. Her brain stopped working for a minute; she couldn’t decide how she felt about this new development. Conflicting feelings and thoughts flashed through her mind at a dizzying speed. There was one main recurring theme in them, jealousy. Above all, she was jealous of the pair.

Kiera barely managed to dive back into her room before Laney was able to turn and spot her staring at the two of them. Waiting till she was sure the former celebrity had passed her door, Kiera opened it ever so slightly and was relieved to see Ben standing with his back towards her, gazing out the door of the Farmhouse. Standing half in and half out of her room, Kiera couldn’t decide whether she wanted to talk to Ben now, or stab him in the back with a dull pencil. She chose the former.

“Hey Ben” Kiera said brightly. “That sure was a close call with Laney today, have you seen her since she returned?” An innocent question on the surface, but its true intent being to see Ben’s reaction to Laney’s return. She wanted to know if this was a recent development between the two of them or a long standing one.

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Re: The Farm- IC

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After the events of 'Don't want to be down with the Sickness': 5

Ben was near the gate, looking out towards the world outside. It was quiet. It was always quiet now. It was so much different than the hustle of Seattle. There was always noise there, no matter the time of day; cars, sirens, people, jets. What he wouldn't give to hear those sounds again.

He turned and almost ran smack into another woman, causing him to start.

"Jesus," he muttered, pulling off his hat again and rubbing his forehead. If he had kept his back towards her for longer, she could've walked right up to him and shanked him in the back if she wanted to. Her greeting came and he squinted a little bit. In the time he'd spent on the island, he'd gotten used to the accents, and her American one threw him for a spin. And, with her greeting came a little bit of embarrassment on his part; she knew his name, but he hadn't taken the time to learn hers.

He pulled his hat back onto his head and nodded as she spoke, chuckling nervously, "Yeah. Good thing she brought along that walkie-talkie. Might not have gotten out of there if she hadn't." Although he played it off casually, the thought actually upset him more than he let on.

But, her question seemed a little odd - a little too well-timed, maybe, considering his... encounter with Laney just minutes ago. In response, he furrowed his brow and shrugged, "Yeah. I ran into her inside the farmhouse. I think she said she was going to take a shower. Why do you ask?"

He figured that she didn't really need to know exactly what went on if she didn't already. Anyway, it probably wouldn't be too long before more people knew. Callie didn't really seem like the gossipy type, but Monroe would probably find out soon. She might have even told him already.

Standing there in front of her, he felt incredibly awkward, being asked about Laney. At the moment, it felt like everyone in the world knew now and was staring at him. And it was such a personal and private moment, too. Or, at least, it should have been. Really, all he wanted to do now was go back to his sleeping bag and feel happy for himself, but all of these people were making it hard for him to enjoy the moment.

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Re: The Farm- IC

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After the events of 'Tour de Lakes': 1

The other day took an extreme toll on Tilo mentally and physically. Not so much physically, aside from lugging around packs and pushing bikes, the mental aspects made it weigh much heavier on him than it should. It had only been two days after all.

He had never even killed a man before, zed, yes. A man? He was being merciful, it was an act of mercy, it was a dying request. What right would he have had to deny William...his right. William...he even remembered the man's name. Tilo laid there in his sleeping bag, his head resting upon his hands as he stared out the window. Then he remembered the wallet, and he continued staring out the window. He made it his mission to make sure the Rands knew of their fallen family member.

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Things seemed to be moving very fast, and there were few breaks in sight. It was already November. November? Dear god, Tilo thought to himself, the weeks were dragging on, and still he had yet to find his family. And at that moment he came to the realization that Haven was also his family now. It grew on him, and he chuckled to himself at that thought.

It seemed as though Laney was becoming much of a social butterfly, and that was to be expected from a former celebrity. Circulating rumors reached Tilo that the tall American, Benjamin, or Ben as he preferred, was getting close with Laney. He smiled and shook his head, even here, they grow up too fast. And again they reminded him of his sons, and their flirtatious exploits, or rather failed exploits. Cheer up old boy, you'll find them yet, he thought to himself.

Then his eyebrows creased, you're only forty two mate, you're not that old! He shook his head, it won't do, and he pulled himself from his sleeping bag like a worm. And immediately he was struck with the cold, brrrh. Winter was almost there, if it wasn't already there.

The old professor chose to leave his jacket, preferring to take to the elements with nothing but his long sleeve shirt. Age meant nothing, at least for the first ten or so minutes in the cold. Tilo had to retreat back inside and grab the leather.

He sat down beneath the shade of an old tree, they were long time friends it seemed. He glanced at the forest stretching beyond the waist-high walls of Haven. He thought to himself, now was some good time for either Rachmaninoff or Elton John. And it seemed that the scenes of days before floated away wistfully. He wondered how Toby was coping with it.
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Re: The Farm- IC

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After the events of 'Tour de Lakes':2

It was a fantastic dream come true. Laney had come back with the mother lode of items- Moonscups or whatever. Essentially, tampons, and Hoppy knew that all the girls in Haven were more than thankful for it. Her first period in Haven, almost three weeks ago, that was more than awkward, and she had to resort to bunching up a bunch of toilet paper down there, and hoped that Chip wouldn't randomly look down at her crotch for whatever reason. It was honestly terrible.

And she thought of her first friend in Haven again, a wave of sorrow crashing over her. God, when would she get over his death, already? Sure, it wasn't technically her fault, but her own carelessness somewhat lead to it, didn't it? She was an idiot, an impulsive overconfident idiot, and it made her lose yet another person in her life.

She let out a troubled sigh. Hoppy had seen the worried glances from Callie lately, of course. Did the woman think she couldn't handle it, or something? Hoppy... she was tough. She could hide it all, and no one except for that Laney would be able to see through her smiles. That's how it was supposed to be, after all.

She felt like finding Lacey and congratulating her on the womanly treasure found, wandering aimlessly around the outside of the farmhouse, buried in her neon pink hoodie she had received from the wash; keeping bunched up to deal with the lowering temperature. Freaking winter had to come, and without power, this would be a freaking hell. At least plans for getting power on on the way now.

"Yo, Laney." Hoppy called out to a shadowed figure, relaxing under the shade. The girl wasn't really paying attention to who exactly, she was talking to, mostly excited to have seen someone, at the very least. "Gratz on getting the cups! Was goddamn freaking out about my next perio-"

It wasn't Laney. It was Tilo, the old man. Probably one of the worst people to talk about feminine delicacies with. Hoppy stopped cold in her tracks, small grin still plastered on her face as she reddened considerably, too panicked to even move. This wasn't awkward at all.

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Re: The Farm- IC

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After the events of 'Tour de Lakes': 3

"Yo, Laney," was all Tilo heard to shift his quiet pondering of nature to determining who's voice the words belonged to.

"Goddamn freaking out about my next-" beyond that, the speech slowed to an indistinguishable mumble.

He creased his eyebrows, as he saw the girl who was half his age stop speechless in her tracks. Her reddened face revealed some embarrassment, the source of which Tilo had not realized. That was until Laney was nowhere to be found, and then he figured out that the girl mistook him for Laney.

Normally, he would have reprimanded a girl her age with an "excuse me, young lady?" But, of course, it was the zombie apocalypse. And simple matters of social etiquette could be put on the back burner. Instead though, he smiled sharply, with the knowledge that he was not the one being embarrassed. In fact, it reminded him of his old days as a professor. He often made fun of students, though that may be an overstatement, and their lackwit (or rather lack of wits) intelligence.

"Yes and it's very nice to meet you as well," Tilo grinned, he thought he might have a field day.

"I don't think she's here," he paused, "I don't believe we've ever met."

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Re: The Farm- IC

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After the events of 'Tour de Lakes': 4

"Yes, and it's very nice to meet you as well," The man, Tilo grinned at her, completely unphazed by Hoppy's random outburst, and mistake. She reddened as he continued, "I don't think she's here. I don't believe we've ever met."

Hoppy was completely disarmed, her usual fake grin completely wiped off her face. What was going on, why was the man giving her this mix of a smile and a smirk? Women's troubles, she wasn't quite prepared to talk about such things to a man, especially not a man of that age. So, instead, Hoppy gulped, looking a bit like a fish out of water as her brain rapidly tried to start up again. Life was so difficult without a Chip to hang onto all day; she actually had to try to get to know the others now. And of course, the impulsive girl got off on the wrong foot so quickly with this older man.

She clicked her tongue, avoiding his gaze; staring pointedly at her feet, shuffling in the snow.

"In't all 'ere..." She murmured before shaking her head. She had to get the mask back on 'afore anyone else saw through it. Especially someone who looked as sharp as Tilo did.

"I was jist, er, reely speaking, sorry."

She slapped her cheeks sharply, and shook her head, forcing herself back into action, and praying that the blush had disappeared. It hadn't, so she played the 'make a wide grin and a peace sign' card."Eye-ah! Pleas'd to meet ya!"

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Re: The Farm- IC

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After the events of 'Tour de Lakes': 5

She said some things that Tilo did not catch with his ears, a couple mumbles for her to regain her composure. He sat there with his nonchalant innocence topped off with his mild-mannered smile. Ah yes, the young generation could be taught a thing or two he thought.

The red blush flowered in her countenance. It was only outdone by the scarlet of her hair. "Eye-ah, pleased to meet ya."

Tilo nodded as she said this. He decided that he was torturing her enough, so he extended a peace offering by reaching toward her to shake her hand, while remaining seated with his legs outstretched beneath the tree.

"Tilo King, I've been here for about two weeks. I didn't catch your name. Care to join me under this tree?"

That was rather odd, Tilo admitted to himself. He had never invited a stranger to sit beside him under a tree. In the midst of the zombie apocalypse, it seemed as though every dead corpse was a stranger even if it was your late grandmother, and every human was a friend. Everyone had a story, or history, and Tilo decided he wanted to begin learning about others.

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Re: The Farm- IC

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After the events of 'Tour de Lakes':6

"Tilo King." He said, with his hand stretched out towards her. Hoppy approached and lightly shook it, still wondering exactly what in the hell was going on, but knowing enough to not outwardly show it and embarrass herself. "I didn't catch your name. Care to join me under this tree?"

It really was a strange thing to say, inviting someone to sit by you under a freaking tree. Hoppy didn't object though, and plopped her rump down next to him, grinning a little, looking up at him. "M'name's Hoppy." She said. "How's it goin down, Tilo?"

She shook her head a little. What kind of name was Tilo, anyways? It was rather fun to say, to say the least, and her blush finally died down as she regained her composure completely. The man reminded her very slightly of Chip; only resemblance really being that they were both older men. Still, that reminder was enough to put her at relative ease, and Hoppy let out a sigh.

"Nothin' to do." She murmured softly. "We need more stuff to just.... do."

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