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"Do not call out to your friends. I have no intention of harming you, but if you're an enemy, you'll leave me no choice." That was the closest Parker could come to a hello. Her stiff posture and stern gaze faltered slightly as she stared at the woman. She was familiar somehow. Curiosity got the best of the soldier, and Parker asked with a bit of shame in her tone. "Name?"
"My name? Storm." She said simply. Her voice fell into a more gruff tone as she got angrier and angrier at the thought this woman had killed any survivors and was possibly going to kill her, too. Who would do such a thing? "And look, we're friendly, alright? You can put that piece of shit down. What's your name?"
"And you did come across kinda rude and uptight. You were holding a gun, PJ." Storm stopped and smiled. Something about this woman didn't seem as hostile as before. "There's a comic book store around here, y'know. And music place. If you're into that stuff I'll show you where they are. If not, have look yourself or stay with us."
"Uh, music store... please?" PJ kept her eyes trained ahead, chin up and alert.
"Okay, c'mon. Oh and I did tell them about you. You don't have a say in what I tell people, okay?" She sad with a slight edge to her voice. After being held at gun point rather rudely Storm wasn't going to be pushed around right now. Storm lead PJ for a few minutes, past various other shops. After reaching the shop she flung open the door and grinned, walking in.
"C'mon PJ."
As he walked down the street towards his car, he contemplated staying with this small group that was developing around this small town. The people seemed tolerable and it would be better for everyone to just take root somewhere. But as he got in the wagon and drove it out of it's hiding spot towards the direction Grant had said, his mind drifted towards the pleasant memories of his childhood and reminded him of the fact he didn't have anyone except his family left in this world and if there was a chance they were still alive out there, he'd risk it.
"Would you like me to ring anything up?" Parker didn't know why she did it, considering it was her first attempt at a joke in a very long time. "Half price on all stock." Again, her voice was pretty blank.
When PJ asked if she'd like her to "ring anything up", Storm chuckled and slowly walked over to PJ in a rather funny way and leaned on the desk. "I'd like sanity and some human dignity, please." Storm grinned at PJ, taking no notice of her slightly military ways of working. She guessed people had developed their own ways and she didn't want to interfere with that. She was the chick with the gun. "Though, PJ, maybe you should work on the Robo-Cop voice. Very monotone." She didn't expect much more. Storm herself wandered around the store absent minded-ly.
Not sure when they'd get back, he figured he might as well past the time with some light reading. With that in mind, he grabbed a random book from one of his bags. It was a book Will hadn't remembered grabbing, but this was a common case as he raided dozens of libraries and book store on his travels. The book covered the life of Leonardo Da Vinci. So, as Will waited for these new recent strangers, he read up on one of the greatest minds in history, wondering if another such mind would pop up to help what was left of humanity.
It wasn't Grant but she knew that already seen as he left on his bike, and it wasnt one of the other men she had met earlier. Abby wondered how everyone seemed to be finding this small farmhouse. She watched quietly as the man reached for something, she was too far away to see what but he didn't seem dangerous or about to steal all the supplies. She made her way back through the boxes and jumped down from the bus and walked over to the car noticing Bridget must still be inside. She stopped a few feet away from the drivers window and realised the man hadn't even noticed she was there, he attention focused on a book he held. Curiosity getting the better of her she stepped closer to the car 'what you reading?' she stopped in her tracks, she didn't know this man, it's better to be safe.
Will outstretched his hand, hoping for a handshake from the woman in front of him. "I'm Will, by the way. What's your name?"
She let her hand fall to her side for a moment before running it through her hair self consciously. 'Your welcome to come in if you like' her eyes drifted to the back of the car where she saw the discarded. 'Where are you heading anyway?'
"Where are you heading, anyway?" she asked, still looking at the car. "Oregon, actually. But, I plan on staying around town for a few days." Will replied. "I see you're looking at what I have? You or anyone of the others interested in anything, just let me know, and we can work something out." Will as he spoke opened the doors of his car to give Abby a better look if she wanted it.
"We should leave. Reconvene with your friends." Parker's hard tone echoed in the store as she put the CD back on the rack. PJ held her rifle a little tighter and clenched her jaw, remembering the man that used to accompany that dogtag. Steeling herself, Parker shoved all the thoughts out of her mind and straightened up tall to give the store a good once over. "Area is still secure." Again, Parker spoke mainly to herself as some small form of reassurance.
"Hey... PJ... Y'know, I kind-of consider us weird buddies. Unless y'turn and shoot me, that is, but I'd rather y'didn't. So... I know you won't.. but ventin' is good for the system. If there's anything y'wanna get off of your chest, y'can talk to me. You're safe with me. Kinda." She scratched her head awkwardly. "You're safe with friends. More what I meant to say. Although you're the one with the gun and training." She laughed, brushing away her awkwardness.
"I do have the gun, and I do have training." Parker stated dully, an eyebrow quirking. For the first time since she'd met Storm, PJ pulled her black mask down around her neck, taking the helmet off and running a hand through her messy hair. "We're weird buddies now? I don't know what that means. Or where you're going with this." PJ tilted her head now, her navy eyes furrowing in confusion. "But I... I don't mind being weird buddies. Uh, I'm Parker Jessler: US Special Forces for six years, military for nine." Pulling out the dogtags and holding them up, PJ shrugged. "As you can see, I'm running low on friends." She muttered, still clutching them in her hand. "I didn't talk to them much, but I still knew them. I know where they want to be laid to rest. I can't bury their bodies, but this is the best I can do. Alan loved music. Jackass used to wake me up with AC/DC in my ears. He'd like this place." She cleared her throat, not entirely sure why she told Storm that. Sighing, PJ smirked tiredly. "I take care of my comrades... my friends."
Storm couldn't help herself from acting on a strange thought that came through her mind. She stopped moving, stopping the other girl too and stood closer to PJ, making the most seductive face and pose she could, while still standing straight. "Yeah, I love a girl in uniform..." She stared for a few minutes and touched PJ's arm lightly, still attempting to be seductive.
After a few seconds she would back away laughing, and hope not to be tazed. "Oh, and don't worry, Parker, I can take care of myself. Jude's got a sword and Will's got a gun so you can put your guard down. We're pretty safe. You don't have to make any more awkward speeches." She continued to walk with Parker and realised they were almost to the groceries bit.
Storm had taken a dislike to her mind after it started talking to her. It had only occurred after she was alone for so long.
She stayed quite close to PJ, touching her arm lightly at times. "Hey... PJ..." She leant on a wall, still quite close to PJ. "Do you think I'm pretty?" That sweet voice of her's seemed almost like velvet. Sexy velvet, if there is such a thing.
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