((Tirzah Foss continued from the void))
Tirzah walked up the path and looked over her shoes, but covertly looked up at her two escorts now and then.
The night had been uneventful and for some reason she couldn’t possibly understand (she was so trusty) the boys had insisted on taking the night watches and not leaving her to keep watch at all. It was very gentlemanly of them, and if they wanted to give her more sleep, it was fine with her. But what if they killed her in the night? They wouldn't, not yet. They were too intent on not having their names broadcast.
Tirzah didn't have anything on her when they'd been taken that could have provided some warmth, which was a problem now. The rain was near constant her tank crop top and miniskirt didn't provide enough insulation. In one building, while they had been scouting, Tirzah found some white robes. She selected the most protected robe from the bottom of the pile. It was musty and Tirzah had spent some time trying to beat the scent of neglect out of the garment, but it would do, so she donned the now off-white robe.
The rain had let up considerably to just a sparse drizzle. The group wandered out to the menagerie and Tirzah inspected the strange statues, rather liking them. She did a little fake prayer, which seemed fitting in her get-up.
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((Wyatt Carter, continued from his slight detour))
"Heh. Man, that is a LOT of shit."
Wyatt broke the silence with his especially poignant observation. Genius, he knew, but fucking SOMEBODY had to say something because both Bret and Tirzah had been irritatingly quiet all morning. After a hearty breakfast in their shack (which increased that warm feeling of vindication that bringing Tirzah into the fold was a good idea, on account of the extra food she donated to the cause), they'd headed out... in the opposite direction of Ivy and Ace's little nest, Wyatt noted silently. Their journey eventually led them here, to this odd ramshackle construction which the map called an 'aviary'. Didn't see much in the way of birds, but he saw huge mounds of their shit, so he supposed they'd been there at some point.
Tirzah had gone and done her thing - shame those robes covered up basically anything appealing to look at, but they seemed practical and smart given the weather - while Wyatt was more concerned with scouting out the area. He craned his neck upwards, noting some peculiar features that stuck out against the grey sky.
"Hey..." he threw Bret's way, lowering his voice a bit once he was sure he had his twin's attention. "That up there, that fire damage," he said, pointing out the details in question. It looked like a section of the platforming, including some of the steps, had been burned away. Corresponding debris littered the ground. "You suppose that was recent, or it always been that way?"
He'd let Bret dwell on it a bit, see what his brother thought. Bret was supposed to be the clever one anyway. While awaiting his answer, Wyatt's attention finally turned a bit lower to see Tirzah, seemingly lost in prayer.
Sidling up to her, he looked at the same statue. Didn't seem like no religious figure he was none familiar with, but what the hell. "You believe in God?" he asked her, shifting his gaze from the sculpture to Tirzah.
"Heh. Man, that is a LOT of shit."
Wyatt broke the silence with his especially poignant observation. Genius, he knew, but fucking SOMEBODY had to say something because both Bret and Tirzah had been irritatingly quiet all morning. After a hearty breakfast in their shack (which increased that warm feeling of vindication that bringing Tirzah into the fold was a good idea, on account of the extra food she donated to the cause), they'd headed out... in the opposite direction of Ivy and Ace's little nest, Wyatt noted silently. Their journey eventually led them here, to this odd ramshackle construction which the map called an 'aviary'. Didn't see much in the way of birds, but he saw huge mounds of their shit, so he supposed they'd been there at some point.
Tirzah had gone and done her thing - shame those robes covered up basically anything appealing to look at, but they seemed practical and smart given the weather - while Wyatt was more concerned with scouting out the area. He craned his neck upwards, noting some peculiar features that stuck out against the grey sky.
"Hey..." he threw Bret's way, lowering his voice a bit once he was sure he had his twin's attention. "That up there, that fire damage," he said, pointing out the details in question. It looked like a section of the platforming, including some of the steps, had been burned away. Corresponding debris littered the ground. "You suppose that was recent, or it always been that way?"
He'd let Bret dwell on it a bit, see what his brother thought. Bret was supposed to be the clever one anyway. While awaiting his answer, Wyatt's attention finally turned a bit lower to see Tirzah, seemingly lost in prayer.
Sidling up to her, he looked at the same statue. Didn't seem like no religious figure he was none familiar with, but what the hell. "You believe in God?" he asked her, shifting his gaze from the sculpture to Tirzah.
V8 Characters:
Hades Thompson: Scary on the outside, dying on the inside
Ruth Flanagan: Never talk to me or my brother or my brother or my brother or my brother ever again
Vladimir Tepes: Not a vampire, so invite him in
Hades Thompson: Scary on the outside, dying on the inside
Ruth Flanagan: Never talk to me or my brother or my brother or my brother or my brother ever again
Vladimir Tepes: Not a vampire, so invite him in
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"I believe in me," she said with her high, clear voice. She wiped a few of the leaves from the statue in front of her, which looked to be of a woman with bird wings.
"This place isn't the only thing full of shit," she said more quietly, returning to her praying pose at the foot of the harpy. However, she had one eye open to look up at Wyatt. She'd seen him wander off during his watch and in the morning, the wet ground made it obvious that he had gone in the direction of some of the buildings rather than into the designated toilet-area brush.
"Where'd you run off to last night?"
"This place isn't the only thing full of shit," she said more quietly, returning to her praying pose at the foot of the harpy. However, she had one eye open to look up at Wyatt. She'd seen him wander off during his watch and in the morning, the wet ground made it obvious that he had gone in the direction of some of the buildings rather than into the designated toilet-area brush.
"Where'd you run off to last night?"
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If Tirzah had a dick, she'd be getting smacked right about now. Both for that comment about shit and the annoying line of questioning.
Wyatt stayed his hand. Mom must have been having a hard enough time knowing her baby boys were out fighting the fight of their lives. There was simply no benefit to popping off right now, losing his temper and making it seem like they had less of a chance than they actually did. He did look up at the statue rather than glare at Tirzah, rubbing his thin with a smirk peeling past his molars.
"I reckon that's my business and not yours. Went to go check on a few things is all."
Wyatt stayed his hand. Mom must have been having a hard enough time knowing her baby boys were out fighting the fight of their lives. There was simply no benefit to popping off right now, losing his temper and making it seem like they had less of a chance than they actually did. He did look up at the statue rather than glare at Tirzah, rubbing his thin with a smirk peeling past his molars.
"I reckon that's my business and not yours. Went to go check on a few things is all."
V8 Characters:
Hades Thompson: Scary on the outside, dying on the inside
Ruth Flanagan: Never talk to me or my brother or my brother or my brother or my brother ever again
Vladimir Tepes: Not a vampire, so invite him in
Hades Thompson: Scary on the outside, dying on the inside
Ruth Flanagan: Never talk to me or my brother or my brother or my brother or my brother ever again
Vladimir Tepes: Not a vampire, so invite him in
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Tirzah closed her eyes and held her clasped hands up to her mouth, which spread into a razor sharp grin. She tamped down her natural desire to continue poking at him with such a suspect answer.
"I didn't mean to offend you. Not say that you're easily offended. You're very stalwart, of course. Not a snowflake in the least."
She finished up praying to the harpy and wandered over to another statue. Tirzah moved a section of hair behind her ears and looked up, hearing the sound of birds, but seeing none. They weren't contained within this structure anymore.
"My parents didn't go to church much, but I guess we celebrated holidays," she said, trying to ease the energy back down after purposefully provoking him just a little. "I believe in God just like most people do, I guess," she lied. "What about you?"
"I didn't mean to offend you. Not say that you're easily offended. You're very stalwart, of course. Not a snowflake in the least."
She finished up praying to the harpy and wandered over to another statue. Tirzah moved a section of hair behind her ears and looked up, hearing the sound of birds, but seeing none. They weren't contained within this structure anymore.
"My parents didn't go to church much, but I guess we celebrated holidays," she said, trying to ease the energy back down after purposefully provoking him just a little. "I believe in God just like most people do, I guess," she lied. "What about you?"
((Bret Carter continued from Scouting))
They'd walked to the aviary and everything had continued as normal. The building showed obvious signs of fire damage, so Bret took his brother up on the offer of assessing it. It was almost like they were back at home with their father, looking at a construction site. It would have been their future, more immediately Wyatt's than his. Bret lowered the rifle into one hand and look at the scorch marks, they were recent. He could even give a timescale, although that was cheating somewhat because he wasn't dealing with a particular long timeline. It would have had to happen on one of the first two days, given that the wood was neither smoldering and smoking nor holding the heat. Plus if it had been within the last two days they would have noticed it.
As his back was to the pair he listened in to their conversation, grinning slightly when Tirzah brought up Wyatt's night escapade. So, they were both aware of what he had done. He picked up on the girl's mocking response to Wyatt's defense, which as far as things went was weak. He couldn't grill him for more information later, as things were the conversation was moving on. That was when he decided to rejoin it, wandering back over to the pair, rifle still clasped in his right hand.
"Looks like the fire damage would have happened on either the first or second day." He announced.
They'd walked to the aviary and everything had continued as normal. The building showed obvious signs of fire damage, so Bret took his brother up on the offer of assessing it. It was almost like they were back at home with their father, looking at a construction site. It would have been their future, more immediately Wyatt's than his. Bret lowered the rifle into one hand and look at the scorch marks, they were recent. He could even give a timescale, although that was cheating somewhat because he wasn't dealing with a particular long timeline. It would have had to happen on one of the first two days, given that the wood was neither smoldering and smoking nor holding the heat. Plus if it had been within the last two days they would have noticed it.
As his back was to the pair he listened in to their conversation, grinning slightly when Tirzah brought up Wyatt's night escapade. So, they were both aware of what he had done. He picked up on the girl's mocking response to Wyatt's defense, which as far as things went was weak. He couldn't grill him for more information later, as things were the conversation was moving on. That was when he decided to rejoin it, wandering back over to the pair, rifle still clasped in his right hand.
"Looks like the fire damage would have happened on either the first or second day." He announced.
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Annoying, but once again Wyatt didn't have a clean answer to her jabbing. Tirzah sure did make a point to say that he was stalwart and not a snowflake, but when she said it in that sort of tone, he suspected she meant to call him just that. And that was the really annoying part. If she had just come out and said that he was a paranoid freak or something, have the balls to actually push back and confront him, he'd find that respectable. Hot, even. This, this was less than attractive. But you know what? At face value, she was right. He WASN'T a snowflake, and he was capable of letting this roll off his back. Not that their current arrangement offered another choice.
He ignored crazy cultist lady for now and continued bouncing off of Bret. "That's what I'm thinking too. No smoulderin', these bits here..." Wyatt stooped to pick up a piece of the debris that had fallen from above. "Ain't even the slightest bit warm, plus it's rather damp. Happened before all the rain I bet." He flippantly discarded the chunk of wood. "Bryan - rip in pepperoni, by the way - had that Molotov. We know, like, incendiary weapons are a thing because'a that, and this means there's probably a few more kicking out there. Somethin' to be careful of."
Turning back to Tirzah, he supposed she could finally get an answer to that question. "The two of us went to church on Sundays. Not into all the hoity-toity crap, but yeah, there's probably a God." Wyatt undercut his faith a little bit. He wasn't chomping at the bit to donate to the collection plate, but he knew for a fact there was a God. "And he's got a sick sense of humor."
He ignored crazy cultist lady for now and continued bouncing off of Bret. "That's what I'm thinking too. No smoulderin', these bits here..." Wyatt stooped to pick up a piece of the debris that had fallen from above. "Ain't even the slightest bit warm, plus it's rather damp. Happened before all the rain I bet." He flippantly discarded the chunk of wood. "Bryan - rip in pepperoni, by the way - had that Molotov. We know, like, incendiary weapons are a thing because'a that, and this means there's probably a few more kicking out there. Somethin' to be careful of."
Turning back to Tirzah, he supposed she could finally get an answer to that question. "The two of us went to church on Sundays. Not into all the hoity-toity crap, but yeah, there's probably a God." Wyatt undercut his faith a little bit. He wasn't chomping at the bit to donate to the collection plate, but he knew for a fact there was a God. "And he's got a sick sense of humor."
V8 Characters:
Hades Thompson: Scary on the outside, dying on the inside
Ruth Flanagan: Never talk to me or my brother or my brother or my brother or my brother ever again
Vladimir Tepes: Not a vampire, so invite him in
Hades Thompson: Scary on the outside, dying on the inside
Ruth Flanagan: Never talk to me or my brother or my brother or my brother or my brother ever again
Vladimir Tepes: Not a vampire, so invite him in
(Jeff Greene continued from this entire area is quite dank)
How had it taken Jeff this long to find someone from the team? He just thought this building was interesting and he poked his head inside. And wouldn’t you know it, there were the Carters, his fellow defensemen, along with...someone. That’s what you call serendipity or something.
That said, he considered as he lurked outside, what was the play? If they had a close-knit alliance, trying to get all buddy-buddy would be asking for a lot of hurt. He’d seen these guys on the field. They could double-team someone like nobody’s business. If he wanted to deal with them, he’d need to take them separately somehow. That wouldn’t be easy.
He eyed the perches and stuff around here. They’d be some good cover in a pinch, and they were all gathered together around some weird sculpture. That’d give him time to make a break for it, lead them around the area, maybe get them to split up.
All well and good, assuming they didn’t have guns.
“Figured you guys wouldn’t go down easy,” he said, making his presence known as he walked in. Now was the time for evaluation, see what kind of mold they’d put themselves in. If he was lucky, he could coax out some information before the fireworks started.
How had it taken Jeff this long to find someone from the team? He just thought this building was interesting and he poked his head inside. And wouldn’t you know it, there were the Carters, his fellow defensemen, along with...someone. That’s what you call serendipity or something.
That said, he considered as he lurked outside, what was the play? If they had a close-knit alliance, trying to get all buddy-buddy would be asking for a lot of hurt. He’d seen these guys on the field. They could double-team someone like nobody’s business. If he wanted to deal with them, he’d need to take them separately somehow. That wouldn’t be easy.
He eyed the perches and stuff around here. They’d be some good cover in a pinch, and they were all gathered together around some weird sculpture. That’d give him time to make a break for it, lead them around the area, maybe get them to split up.
All well and good, assuming they didn’t have guns.
“Figured you guys wouldn’t go down easy,” he said, making his presence known as he walked in. Now was the time for evaluation, see what kind of mold they’d put themselves in. If he was lucky, he could coax out some information before the fireworks started.
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Tirzah tiled her head the side to look at Wyatt after his last remark, causing her joints to crack. The hair fell out from behind her ear, sweeping down to her face and she gave a lopsided smile.
"I guess so, yeah."
She glanced up at the fire-damaged part of the netting and structure of the aviary that the guys had been discussing. Frankly, she did not care who had damaged it or why, and she didn't see how the information would help them. Maybe Bret was just making conversation to make it.
Tirzah picked up her bag. Her robe brushed against the laves and debris of nature as she stepped forward to examine more of the statues, while still keeping a very keen ear out for further conversation between the brothers. Her eyes narrowed and looked at the figure in front of her -- though her mind bounced around, trying to build a mental profile of the two given the information she had available so far. In front of her was another wooden statue. Each statue was placed on top of a rectangular base about four feet tall so that the graven images looked down on their subjects that offered orisons.
In her immediate vicinity there were four: the harpy she had been looking at earlier, a male figure in a robe, Medusa, and what looked to be a man with a crocodile head.
She heard the lighter steps from behind them before she turned around, due to her concentration on listening. Tirzah didn't turn to see who it was. She dove behind one of the statues.
"I guess so, yeah."
She glanced up at the fire-damaged part of the netting and structure of the aviary that the guys had been discussing. Frankly, she did not care who had damaged it or why, and she didn't see how the information would help them. Maybe Bret was just making conversation to make it.
Tirzah picked up her bag. Her robe brushed against the laves and debris of nature as she stepped forward to examine more of the statues, while still keeping a very keen ear out for further conversation between the brothers. Her eyes narrowed and looked at the figure in front of her -- though her mind bounced around, trying to build a mental profile of the two given the information she had available so far. In front of her was another wooden statue. Each statue was placed on top of a rectangular base about four feet tall so that the graven images looked down on their subjects that offered orisons.
In her immediate vicinity there were four: the harpy she had been looking at earlier, a male figure in a robe, Medusa, and what looked to be a man with a crocodile head.
She heard the lighter steps from behind them before she turned around, due to her concentration on listening. Tirzah didn't turn to see who it was. She dove behind one of the statues.
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He was sitting basically near some bushes and out of sight from the others that were talking inside of the uh... aviary? Yeah, yeah, it was called that as he was staring down at the map that was in front of him and his head was feeling a bit fuzzy from his early morning injury. He just hoped that it wouldn't be too much of a bother for him and he was now touching the wet bandages lightly with his fingers, hissing softly from how sore it was feeling. He really needed to get inside for some shelter and to check on his wound that he needed to re-bandage over.
This was definitely going to be a problem for him with the Carters and Tirzah being in there.
((Jonathan Meyers continued from Everlasting))
Jonathan let out a soft sigh as he had peeked over a bush quickly and he had seen Jeff going inside there as well. Okay, this was going to possibly get more awkward as the Carters were working together with a known killer and Jonathan wasn't sure if he wanted to walk into a mess or not to just take care of himself medically. He folded his map back up after he had mainly shielded it from the rain with himself leaning over it and he stuffed it back into his smaller bag, zipping it back up with ease afterwards.
Then he stared down at the rock that was beside him and he remembered that it was as big as his hands, making him stare down at his fingers tiredly. The rock was the only thing that he could really use for self-defence if he needed to and the fact that the sticks that he wanted to use kept on breaking so easily. He had also lost his actual weapon in the woods after his and Declyn's falling incident and now he had to use something as feeble as a rock. Maybe he could use it as a distraction at some point? He'll figure it out....
Jonathan slung his bag over his shoulder, held the duffel bag in one hand and he held the rock in the other. He then pushed himself up to his feet and he felt himself wobble a little, making his vision blur for a bit. He then made his way over to where Jeff had gone and he just about stopped himself in the doorway of.... uh... His mind was going blank. Okay, he didn't have to worry too much about himself. Did he...?
Jonathan peeked inside of the place and he noticed that Jeff was not that far in front of him. Jonathan was about to do something he might regret soon enough and he knew that he would have to deal with more dangerous people as time went on. "Hey... Can I crash here?" Jonathan asked, thinking that this was a stupid question and that he should just bolt off to somewhere else. "...I just need to take care of something and then I'll leave."
This was definitely going to be a problem for him with the Carters and Tirzah being in there.
((Jonathan Meyers continued from Everlasting))
Jonathan let out a soft sigh as he had peeked over a bush quickly and he had seen Jeff going inside there as well. Okay, this was going to possibly get more awkward as the Carters were working together with a known killer and Jonathan wasn't sure if he wanted to walk into a mess or not to just take care of himself medically. He folded his map back up after he had mainly shielded it from the rain with himself leaning over it and he stuffed it back into his smaller bag, zipping it back up with ease afterwards.
Then he stared down at the rock that was beside him and he remembered that it was as big as his hands, making him stare down at his fingers tiredly. The rock was the only thing that he could really use for self-defence if he needed to and the fact that the sticks that he wanted to use kept on breaking so easily. He had also lost his actual weapon in the woods after his and Declyn's falling incident and now he had to use something as feeble as a rock. Maybe he could use it as a distraction at some point? He'll figure it out....
Jonathan slung his bag over his shoulder, held the duffel bag in one hand and he held the rock in the other. He then pushed himself up to his feet and he felt himself wobble a little, making his vision blur for a bit. He then made his way over to where Jeff had gone and he just about stopped himself in the doorway of.... uh... His mind was going blank. Okay, he didn't have to worry too much about himself. Did he...?
Jonathan peeked inside of the place and he noticed that Jeff was not that far in front of him. Jonathan was about to do something he might regret soon enough and he knew that he would have to deal with more dangerous people as time went on. "Hey... Can I crash here?" Jonathan asked, thinking that this was a stupid question and that he should just bolt off to somewhere else. "...I just need to take care of something and then I'll leave."
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Wyatt craned his neck around as he caught a glimpse of somebody approaching out of the corner of his eye. His attention turned all the way to his approaching teammate before he heard the sound of disturbed dirt practically under his feet, causing him to look down sharply. There was a Tirzah there. It was gone now.
Damn, she was quick.
Passing it off with a mental shrug, he looked back up to everybody's favorite Little Linebacker that Could. "Jeeeeeff!" Wyatt greeted, holding one arm out to the side like he was trying to give the world's longest-distance side hug. The other hand had a thumb hooked in his belt, ready to grab for the gun stuffed inches away just in case Jeff decided to make things sticky. The plausibility of that scenario kicking up didn't seem imminent or anything; Wyatt didn't remember hearing the guy's name on the announcements, and he wasn't the most intimidating knife in the drawer to put it nicely. But that greeting was a little weird. Plus, it would be foolish to drop his life or the life of his brother squarely into the hands of an assumption.
"That's us, bitch," Wyatt continued, business as usual. "Smart money on the Carters, we ain't gonna go down until they drop a bomb on us."
He waved with his spare, not-gun-anticipating hand at some vague point behind Jeff. "And that guy, s'zat a friend of yours or like... what?" The newcomer to the whole situation was a face Wyatt recognized, but the name just wasn't coming. They looked unsure of themselves, like somebody in the motherfucking Thunderdome here was gonna rip them to shreds. See, that kid was smart. Pathetic-looking, but points for at least recognizing he was in danger. "Come in, nobody's gonna bite ya!" Wyatt hooted with that wide grin that many people at George Hunter had probably seen before something... unsafe... happened. "All the birds are gone anyway. Right, Jeff?" Wyatt threw a glance Jeff's way. Don't do anything stupid.
Damn, she was quick.
Passing it off with a mental shrug, he looked back up to everybody's favorite Little Linebacker that Could. "Jeeeeeff!" Wyatt greeted, holding one arm out to the side like he was trying to give the world's longest-distance side hug. The other hand had a thumb hooked in his belt, ready to grab for the gun stuffed inches away just in case Jeff decided to make things sticky. The plausibility of that scenario kicking up didn't seem imminent or anything; Wyatt didn't remember hearing the guy's name on the announcements, and he wasn't the most intimidating knife in the drawer to put it nicely. But that greeting was a little weird. Plus, it would be foolish to drop his life or the life of his brother squarely into the hands of an assumption.
"That's us, bitch," Wyatt continued, business as usual. "Smart money on the Carters, we ain't gonna go down until they drop a bomb on us."
He waved with his spare, not-gun-anticipating hand at some vague point behind Jeff. "And that guy, s'zat a friend of yours or like... what?" The newcomer to the whole situation was a face Wyatt recognized, but the name just wasn't coming. They looked unsure of themselves, like somebody in the motherfucking Thunderdome here was gonna rip them to shreds. See, that kid was smart. Pathetic-looking, but points for at least recognizing he was in danger. "Come in, nobody's gonna bite ya!" Wyatt hooted with that wide grin that many people at George Hunter had probably seen before something... unsafe... happened. "All the birds are gone anyway. Right, Jeff?" Wyatt threw a glance Jeff's way. Don't do anything stupid.
V8 Characters:
Hades Thompson: Scary on the outside, dying on the inside
Ruth Flanagan: Never talk to me or my brother or my brother or my brother or my brother ever again
Vladimir Tepes: Not a vampire, so invite him in
Hades Thompson: Scary on the outside, dying on the inside
Ruth Flanagan: Never talk to me or my brother or my brother or my brother or my brother ever again
Vladimir Tepes: Not a vampire, so invite him in
As they stood and talked there were two more arrivals at their current shelter. Neither of them obvious threats. That was good. It meant they could continue with the pace they had been keeping. Relaxed, controlled. They called the shots.
Wyatt took the lead inviting them in and laying down ground rules. If either one of the pair decided to break them he and his brother would be more than able to ensure they were enforced.
He kept his gun low but grip firm. Wyatt kept his own hand near his. Bret took a step to back his twin up and shot a look over at him. As long as things remained how they were everything would be good. There was no need for anything to happen between any of them. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t counting it out, or wouldn’t act if it did.
Wyatt took the lead inviting them in and laying down ground rules. If either one of the pair decided to break them he and his brother would be more than able to ensure they were enforced.
He kept his gun low but grip firm. Wyatt kept his own hand near his. Bret took a step to back his twin up and shot a look over at him. As long as things remained how they were everything would be good. There was no need for anything to happen between any of them. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t counting it out, or wouldn’t act if it did.
Jeff had a number of scenarios rattling around in his head when he’d approached his former teammates, but oddly, the one that completely took him off guard was to be greeted with open arms. He’d gotten so used to the dirty suspicious looks, the icy receptions, that he’d forgotten what casual conversation sounded like. That singular exclamation of his name had made him jump like he’d heard a cannon shot.
Not that they were entirely unguarded. Either the bros had won the lottery or they’d been doing some work under the radar, because they were both packing heat. Jeff simply filed that under reasonable suspicion. If he came walking up to himself, he’d be ready to shoot him too, just in case. The girl as well had gone into hiding somewhere, another entirely reasonable response. These kids were playing smart.
“Yeah, good to see you guys too,” he said, not lying in the slightest but showing his usual understated level of enthusiasm. Wyatt and Bret were the kinda folks who could be your best friends if they liked you and an absolute nightmare if they didn’t. More to the point, they were dang good at their jobs. Jeff enjoyed watching them work, but he knew that it’d be easy enough for them to decide he’d make a good punching bag if the mood struck them.
Oh right, there was someone behind him. Jeff didn’t know him, but what else was new? He stepped to the side, giving this guy room to come in while allowing him to remain in Jeff’s peripheral vision.
“No clue, he’s not with me,” he said, but as long as Wyatt was letting the kid in, might as well leave it at that. Who knew though, if he wanted to carve Jeff to ribbons, would Wyatt and Bret even bother to stop him? They might just watch it happen for the heck of it. No, he couldn’t count on their guns acting as any deterrent. If anything happened, he would just have to defend himself. He wasn’t one for leaning on anyone anyhow.
As for the birds, he didn’t have any smart retort for it, so he just responded with an “Mhm.” Fact was, he wasn’t there for polite conversation, just to get the lay of the land. And by the looks of it, his suspicions were correct. Everyone was getting guns, and eventually the field would narrow down to just the gun-havers while he was fighting with rocks and sticks. He needed to find a worthy target. Fast.
“Lucky that you and your uh...” he gestured in the general direction of the statues, “friend found each other. Had a group I was running with, but one of us didn’t make it and...well, it didn’t work out.” No point going through the details. This was just filler, keeping the conversation going so he could mine them for what they knew. Bret and Wyatt weren’t friends at the best of times, and he wasn’t counting on their good graces to last.
Not that they were entirely unguarded. Either the bros had won the lottery or they’d been doing some work under the radar, because they were both packing heat. Jeff simply filed that under reasonable suspicion. If he came walking up to himself, he’d be ready to shoot him too, just in case. The girl as well had gone into hiding somewhere, another entirely reasonable response. These kids were playing smart.
“Yeah, good to see you guys too,” he said, not lying in the slightest but showing his usual understated level of enthusiasm. Wyatt and Bret were the kinda folks who could be your best friends if they liked you and an absolute nightmare if they didn’t. More to the point, they were dang good at their jobs. Jeff enjoyed watching them work, but he knew that it’d be easy enough for them to decide he’d make a good punching bag if the mood struck them.
Oh right, there was someone behind him. Jeff didn’t know him, but what else was new? He stepped to the side, giving this guy room to come in while allowing him to remain in Jeff’s peripheral vision.
“No clue, he’s not with me,” he said, but as long as Wyatt was letting the kid in, might as well leave it at that. Who knew though, if he wanted to carve Jeff to ribbons, would Wyatt and Bret even bother to stop him? They might just watch it happen for the heck of it. No, he couldn’t count on their guns acting as any deterrent. If anything happened, he would just have to defend himself. He wasn’t one for leaning on anyone anyhow.
As for the birds, he didn’t have any smart retort for it, so he just responded with an “Mhm.” Fact was, he wasn’t there for polite conversation, just to get the lay of the land. And by the looks of it, his suspicions were correct. Everyone was getting guns, and eventually the field would narrow down to just the gun-havers while he was fighting with rocks and sticks. He needed to find a worthy target. Fast.
“Lucky that you and your uh...” he gestured in the general direction of the statues, “friend found each other. Had a group I was running with, but one of us didn’t make it and...well, it didn’t work out.” No point going through the details. This was just filler, keeping the conversation going so he could mine them for what they knew. Bret and Wyatt weren’t friends at the best of times, and he wasn’t counting on their good graces to last.
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Ruggahissy
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Tirzah leaned with her back to the base of the statue she was hidden behind. She looked up at the mostly rotted away netting that had been spread over the top of the aviary. Fine mist was still coming down a little, tickling the high planes of her face. She made sure not to move, so that her presence and location wouldn't become a focal point as a result of rustling debris.
Jeff had come in, based on what Wyatt had said. Wyatt was now the group goodwill ambassador, because he was the only choice. Bret wasn't the talkative type and Tirzah was fine staying back for now, since she didn't feel like explaining her actions to newcomers, and undoubtably they would ask. Wait a bit until others have proven themselves just as dangerous; wait until there are bigger fish to fry.
Jeff's entrance, she could understand. He knew the brothers from football, they were friends, and they would seem to be safe since they hadn't been named killers. Fine. Wrong assessment to make, but not an unreasonable one. Maybe they'd even let him go without trouble. It would only become a problem if he wanted to stay long-term. Besides that option, Tirzah didn't care what they did with him.
Jonathan was a different story, though.
Tirzah listened to the sound of the birds in far-off trees, singing together. Jonathan had no reason to think these two would be charitable and frankly, she couldn't fathom why he'd want to spend time in the aviary as opposed to immediately outside of it, unless he was here for the statues. She didn't waste further time thinking about him or his motives. He was definitely getting his shit taken, though.
Jeff had come in, based on what Wyatt had said. Wyatt was now the group goodwill ambassador, because he was the only choice. Bret wasn't the talkative type and Tirzah was fine staying back for now, since she didn't feel like explaining her actions to newcomers, and undoubtably they would ask. Wait a bit until others have proven themselves just as dangerous; wait until there are bigger fish to fry.
Jeff's entrance, she could understand. He knew the brothers from football, they were friends, and they would seem to be safe since they hadn't been named killers. Fine. Wrong assessment to make, but not an unreasonable one. Maybe they'd even let him go without trouble. It would only become a problem if he wanted to stay long-term. Besides that option, Tirzah didn't care what they did with him.
Jonathan was a different story, though.
Tirzah listened to the sound of the birds in far-off trees, singing together. Jonathan had no reason to think these two would be charitable and frankly, she couldn't fathom why he'd want to spend time in the aviary as opposed to immediately outside of it, unless he was here for the statues. She didn't waste further time thinking about him or his motives. He was definitely getting his shit taken, though.
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Primrosette
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Jonathan didn't want to step inside. He could feel a shiver go down his back and he was keeping a stoic expression on his face as a mask of cover, feeling that he couldn't show any weakness around the Carters and wherever Tirzah was. Hiding.... He should have figured that out a bit sooner and he felt like he should just chance it out in the rain until he found some shelter where he wouldn't feel threatened by others. Whomever felt safe with the Carters were clearly insane. But the Carters hadn't gotten any kills yet, which meant that they were definitely playing it smart and Jonathan actually felt more worried about that than the people murdering for real out there.
"Hm...."
Leave, Jonathan. Don't be stupid and stay. Get out, get out, get out of this before it gets messy.
Jonathan was glad that he was still in the doorway and he took a step backwards, getting hit by the rain once again. He didn't care as he rather have the rain than these people that he knew that he couldn't trust. Not that he would have trusted any of them. Wyatt. Bret. Jeff. Tirzah. Whatever they were going to do next; Jonathan was not going to be a part of it and he was going to leave them all to it.
"Actually...." He paused for a moment and he stepped backwards more carefully to stop himself from tripping over the wet ground. "...I think I'm gonna go. This place feels.... dangerous. Yeah, uh.... Bye, I guess."
Jonathan kept on backing himself up until he was in the bushes, turned and then he booked it off into a direction that was anywhere but the aviary. He was not going back there any time soon.
((Jonathan Meyers continued in Someone's Watching))
"Hm...."
Leave, Jonathan. Don't be stupid and stay. Get out, get out, get out of this before it gets messy.
Jonathan was glad that he was still in the doorway and he took a step backwards, getting hit by the rain once again. He didn't care as he rather have the rain than these people that he knew that he couldn't trust. Not that he would have trusted any of them. Wyatt. Bret. Jeff. Tirzah. Whatever they were going to do next; Jonathan was not going to be a part of it and he was going to leave them all to it.
"Actually...." He paused for a moment and he stepped backwards more carefully to stop himself from tripping over the wet ground. "...I think I'm gonna go. This place feels.... dangerous. Yeah, uh.... Bye, I guess."
Jonathan kept on backing himself up until he was in the bushes, turned and then he booked it off into a direction that was anywhere but the aviary. He was not going back there any time soon.
((Jonathan Meyers continued in Someone's Watching))