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Post by Confetti on Feb 3, 2014 1:37:29 GMT
Bracken lowered his head, as if holding some kind of vigil. "I'm sorry," he muttered, not wanting to press on in the subject. He hoped the same wouldn't happen to him. But he didn't plan on dying, well, not anytime soon.
(( Sorry for lame post, got nephews and nieces over X3 ))
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 3, 2014 1:56:53 GMT
Amelia came closer to him, lifting his chin to look at him. "I won't let you die. Just like I know you wouldn't let me. If it's gonna be just us, we have to have each other's backs." Her eyes were determined and her conviction was clear. "If I can help it, you won't be hurt."
(( You're fine! ))
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 3, 2014 2:12:48 GMT
(( Shower, brb ))
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Post by Confetti on Feb 3, 2014 2:13:39 GMT
Bracken grinned at her, feeling better about everything he had ever done. Hell, this was better than that one time he found a full gallon of gasoline. "Thanks. I'll try to keep you safe, too," he promised, glad to have an ally.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 3, 2014 2:42:27 GMT
Amelia smiled, opening her backpack, pulling out a blanket she'd grabbed from her home. "This will make sleeping on this roof better." She grinned, her eyes glowing with the slowly crackling fire.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 3, 2014 2:49:32 GMT
Bracken frowned a little. He hadn't been planning on staying the night when he had left, so he had neglected to bring a blanket. "I don't have one," he mumbled, a little embarrassed for his lack of preparedness. He was usually so much better, but he had been distracted by one of the best things that had ever happened to him in his entire life.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 3, 2014 3:06:06 GMT
Mel Mel shrugged. "I've never minded sharing. It'll keep us warm anyways. That fire won't keep going all night anyways." Amelia shrugged spreading the blanket out over both of their laps. (( I don't have any juice left. xD ))
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Post by Confetti on Feb 3, 2014 3:15:56 GMT
Bracken blushed a little, but pushed his romantic thoughts out of his mind. Of course this wasn't some kind of loving gesture, it was just because it was the apocalypse and she was just doing what was necessary. He bent backward and lay down on the ground, facing away from her so she wouldn't get the wrong idea.
(( I'm starting to feel the same X3 ))
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 3, 2014 3:16:11 GMT
(( Gtg, I'll be back tomorrow after school! ))
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 3, 2014 23:00:18 GMT
Amelia grinned sheepishly, turning over the other way. Thinking back, she couldn't help, but think: This is exactly how Felix had acted whenever the two of them fought when he was alive. Silent tears fell down her face. She never talked about him. She never thought about him if she could help it. She never let herself be stationary long enough to be reminded, but here was the greatest reminder she could ever be given: a man laying the way he had laid. A man talking to her the way he had talked. A man who would be her best friend in a time of crisis. Of course, her father returning to a war and the Apocalypse of the world were two totally different things, but still. How could she help, but think about Felix?
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Post by Confetti on Feb 3, 2014 23:05:22 GMT
(( Skip to morning? ))
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 3, 2014 23:15:43 GMT
(( Sure! ))
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Post by Confetti on Feb 3, 2014 23:30:10 GMT
Bracken slowly blinked his eyes open. He would have thought it was still night, but the sky was just a slight shade of dark blue rather than black. He rolled out from under the covers and shot up onto his feet, waking himself up by giving himself a firm slap to the face. He picked up his things and walked for the emergency ladder to get back into the building. But then he stopped half way, remembering that he wasn't alone anymore. He walked over to Amelia and gently nudged her back with his foot. "G'morning," he said sleepily.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 0:04:27 GMT
Amelia sat up, pulling her knife out from beside her, slashing at the air. "Back the fuck off!" She hissed, still groggy from her night's sleep. As she quietly realized it was Bracken, she shook her head. "I'm sorry, hun. I forgot you were sleeping next to me." She huffed a breath of relief. She flashed her knife carefully. "I probably should've told you I sleep so close to it." She shrugged, slipping it in her right, black leather, flat healed boot. As her heart slowly calmed down, she stood up next to him. "I didn't get you did I?"
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Post by Confetti on Feb 4, 2014 0:12:49 GMT
Bracken was still wide eyed with shock. He looked down, making sure she hadn't sliced his foot off and he didn't even notice. "N-no, I'm fine," he said breathlessly. It would have been tragic if she had sliced his Achilles heel or something. He shook himself, trying to get his mind off the thought. "We'd better get going. If we hurry we might be able to get to the gas station in time to do a sweep of zombies," he pointed out.
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