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by Kruor on Fri May 28, 2010 12:23 am
The lean, young Southerner found it hard not to deliver a resilient grin, finding himself smiling more and more often the further Rochelle encouraged him and engaged in his personal conversations. The way she spoke of and to him, it sounded as if theyād known each other for all but a few years, rather than only the few long, tiresome days since theyād first met. He knew, though he had tried to sway himself into believing the opposite at first, that he was falling for her. It was difficult not to, but Ellis just wished he wouldnāt have to put himself through such strenuous heartbreak. He could see how Rochelle eyed Nick, and how the older, more reputable and mature man gazed back. As far as his foresight went, Ellis could see that Nick was far better fit for a woman of Rochelleās status. After all, he was just a dumb kidāprobably more of a brother to the young beauty than whatever else he may have wanted.
And so, he resisted in placing an arm around her as he felt the gentle touch of her hands against his upper arm, the mere gesture raising goose bumps along his fair skin. His smile faltered and he swore he felt a heat flare in his cheeks, and perhaps his heart had even skipped a beat. He glanced down at her, just a quick look, taking in her lovely frame. He wouldnāt, he promised himself, put his arm around her. He couldnāt, in fear that too much would drive her off; send her fleeing into Nickās waiting arms. Ellis knew he had to half play hard-to-get, but at the same time show that he was still interested. He blinked at the very thoughtādwelling on it only made him more confused. How in the hell was he to do that, anyway? He wasnāt exactly āone with the fairer sex.ā
Ellis noticed how she tensed at Robinās frantic actions. Gritting his teeth, he tentatively slipped his fingers through hers and gave her hand a terse, reassuring squeeze. Damn it all, he sighed inwardly. Donāt come on too strong, or youāll ruin it allā¦ As quick as he had acted, Ellisās hand dropped from hers and he lowered his gaze shamefacedly.
āUm, rightā¦ā he said to Robin and January both, blinking up at them with a slight anguish in his pale, cerulean eyes. āAdrenalineā¦ CEDA had it all stocked up, anā whatnot, and after the Infection broke loose, it started spreadinā over the South, and the public got hold of it, andā¦ Well, if youāre lookinā for a rush, all youāll get from that shit is energy. Not euphoriaā¦ I donāt suppose youāre an adrenaline junkieā¦ā Ellis chuckled a tad nervously, and then nudged Rochelle in the small of her back, guiding her toward the open doorway with a nod. āWell, anywhoā¦ Letās not leave Nick to die, shall we?ā
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Robin watched with a livid glare as the stupid fuck of a pansy pranced off with his stupid fuck of a girlfriend, off to rescue the stupid fuck of a conman who may or may not have gotten himself into illimitable trouble.
His eyes rested on the syringe clutched tight in his paled fingers. He wringed his grip even more tautly around the barrel, and then, out of a spontaneous frustration, hurled the object at the opposite wall, not even cringing when the barrel snapped and shattered, the liquid within trickling down the wallpaper in rapid torrents. Robin bit down on his bottom lip, releasing a trembling breath from his nostrils as he got to his feet and stared after Ellis and Rochelle. Strings of curses bubbled to his lips, and he somehow suppressed every last one before traipsing off after the happy-go-fucking-lucky couple that had just left. He cast a wary glower over his shoulder, throwing out all of the rage and peril he could musterāall in Januaryās direction.
Iāll kill him. Iāll fucking kill him.
Robin knew that if he left then, his stupid fuck of a brother-in-law would take advantage of his dearest Helena in a matter of moments, and there was no way he could cease the bedlam. He didnāt even know why he even triedāthere was no stopping the damn bane of existence, and he should have seen that by then, after countless years of the young manās tormenting ways.
At that moment, Robin huffed an exasperated sigh, given up. He didnāt want to deal with the shit anymore; he didnāt want the stress, the spite, the goddamn zombie apocalypse, or even his being sober. Maybe he was just too selfish to desire so much, or perhaps he had never gotten a thing his entire life. So, maybe just these few yearnings, for once, would be a nice change after all he had been through.
āGodā¦ damnā¦ā he grunted. āLetāsā¦ letās just go kill some motherfucking zombies.ā With that, he shook himself steady and went along after Ellis and Rochelle, muttering to himself and hoping to god that whatever it was January would indubitably do after he had so left wouldnāt seriously traumatize poor Helena.
Good god. What in the hell am I thinking?
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It was hard not to feel uncomfortable and nervous when Ellis, Rochelle, and Robin all left the small, dank bedroom. Nealās gaze landed timidly on the two still perched on the rickety, wooden floor, but as soon as it had, he looked away again, a heavy blush rising to his pallid cheeks. From what he had observed of the couple, Helena and January he believed, it was anything but a treat to be in such a cramped room alone with the two. Frantically, he groped for a topic to present as any form of conversationāanything that would make the situation even slightly less awkward.
āErāumā¦ D-do either of you know of anyā¦?ā Neal glanced down at the hunting rifle laid across his lap. He knew a long-range weapon such as this would do him no good, from what heād heard the others speaking of. Frankly, he was scared out of his mind already, and a faulty firearm was the last thing he needed. āDo you know of any, likeā¦ weapon I could possibly use? I-I mean, this thing wonāt do me any goodā¦ It has a scope, but long-range wonāt exactlyā¦ā He cursed himself for fumbling so awfully with his speech. āW-well, I could just use a spare gun, or evenā¦ I saw that Ellis guy with an axe, and, and, wellā¦ā Just shut up now, Neal.
ooc/ Sorry, Robinās p.o.v. and on was all written while watching South Park and conversing with two friends at the same time. It really must be crap, but at least Iām responding. :D
āWell, anywhoā¦ Letās not leave Nick to die, shall we?ā IT WAS SO HARD NOT TO WRITE LEAVE NICK 4 DEAD 2. Dx
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