[center][b][h1]Tobias Grey/Alpha[/h1][/b][/center]
[center][h3]Paradise Land/Hospital[/h3][/center]

Tobias shook his head. [b][i][color=GoldenRod] "not insulted, and i wish i could come over for dinner, and i get it Julius, and i want it back to the way it used to be as well, but i dont know if it will go back to how it was" [/color][/i][/b] standing when Julius did, he watched her stretch, listening to him, Tobias shook his head.[b][i][color=GoldenRod] "that was different Julius, she fought with you, spoke to you.  with us, there was no fighting, shouting, nothing like that, i waited for it, i expected it.. i was short to everything, snappish right after i lost my father, but it never came, she just cut me off."[/color][/i][/b]  Tobias knew not to go to that window, it face the front wall, and he knew who'd be there so he stood his ground, wanting. 

[b][i][color=GoldenRod]"yea, PTSD is what it was called, i read about it as well, its more of a Psychological problem"[/color][/i][/b] he looked at Tank, and when he asked if he could cure that, he shook his head [b][i][color=GoldenRod]"not me, but you can..  she needs to talk about it, to get everything she got bottled up, keeping to herself, out.. she needs to talk to someone that she'll actually talk to, and that isnt me"[/color][/i][/b] moving to his counter, he found a bottle, small brown bottle. [b][i][color=GoldenRod]"give her this when you see her, its some sealing glue, you know for how she likes to bite the inside of her cheek"[/color][/i][/b]  holding it out for Julius to take it [b][i][color=GoldenRod]"she'll run before she'll talk, some advice.. get her raven cloak from her, and make sure the locks are sturdy on the door" [/color][/i][/b]  

Tobias waited for Julius to take the bottle from him, before he went over to his desk. [b][i][color=GoldenRod]"on another note, how's you best friend? you heard anything from him?"[/color][/i][/b] the friend thing was a big, big,..  huge stretch.  Tobias and, well everyone knew Nic was not Tank's friend, they had beef between them, and it was still unsettled, since whenever they saw each other, that first tiem, Nic and him just beat the hell out of each other, and there was no holding back, usually took someone or someones to come and break them up.  Tobias moved back to his table, looking at his list on the small notepad that hung on the wall, he'd have to find some of it on his own, knowing what to look for, but other things, when he was lucky, Nuckin Futs Nic could be given a list and explained what it was, and he'd come back with it or try at least.. Tobias didnt like him, and for the reason that he was a constant flirt toward Ravena.  


[center][b][h1] Nicolas Cale[/h1][/b][/center]
[center][h3]Unknown Location[/h3][/center]

whistling to himself. his large, Barret sniper rifle hanging over his shoulder as he walked up to his dune buggy, modified for the extra weight that he carried.  he and baby been together a long time, both of them had been broken and beaten but they still survived and were kicking, so clearly they were doing something right.  [i][color=FireBrick] "hey sweety, you miss me?"[/color][/i] he asked, as he disassembled the sniper rifle, and placed it back into its case, laying it back down under the jugs of water he carried, the jarring made the half burned bobble head he had on the front jerk its head up and down. [i][color=FireBrick] "aww, missed you too"[/color][/i] Nic said, smirking as he hefted up the box he'd "found" and by found, he meant killing the damn raiders that had it.  wasnt bad enough with the undead going around this place, damn people had to turn into savages as well. [i][color=FireBrick]"well, they can be savage all the want now, let the birds have them"[/color][/i] finish his thought out loud as he opened the case and inside, he whistled.  medicines, things from the old time, but mainly some homemade stuff, some jars of this and that, ammo of course and a lot of things [i][color=FireBrick]"oh yea, so worth it"[/color][/i] his bobble head just bobbing away. [i][color=FireBrick]"right then"[/color][/i] throwing the box into the back spot, right on top of another gun case, his big bad gun, he strapped it down before he went to climb in and take off.

. that had been the plan.. til about five other Raiders appeared, and the expression on their face meant they were pissed.  [i][color=FireBrick]"hm, they had a party out" [/color][/i] as he climbed out of his ride and held his hands up. [i][color=FireBrick]"easy boys, easy"[/color][/i]  he grinned. [i][color=FireBrick]"im a Scavenger, i didnt kill your people"[/color][/i]  total lie, he did, but he didnt like Raiders, about as much as he liked the undead. [i][color=FireBrick]"i came upon the scene, didnt think anyone was alive but look, i got your stuff here, its yours"[/color][/i]  backing up to the box, before he felt a knife blade pressed into his back, making him think 'oh, six'  [i][color=FireBrick]"easy, easy"[/color][/i]  smiling. [i][color=FireBrick]"no troubles here, we can do this without any troubles"[/color][/i]  but by the looks and that the one now in charge glared. [i][color=SaddleBrown]"kill him"[/color][/i]  that wasnt going how he suggested.  oh well.  spinning to the side, moving fast for a large man, he grabbed the man's wrist that was behind him and  twisted, snapping the wrist bones and  stripping the knife free that had been held against his back, then jamming it up into the man's soft pallete, right under the chin there.. burying it to the hilt,  grabbing the gurgling body of the guy he'd just killed,  he flung it to his buddies, throwing them off balance and disorganized before he drew his own blades.. his twin daggers from behind him and grinned. [i][color=FireBrick] "lets do this thing"[/color][/i]  as he lept right into the middle of the five. 

after all that was said and done and there was more blood then usual, he cleaned his blades off, before he replaced them on his back.. not that, they were the only set he carried on him, he was loaded down.  looking at his arm, the thick gash taken out by one of those damn Raiders. [i][color=FireBrick] "fucker"[/color][/i]  kicking the body. [i][color=FireBrick] "im going to have to get stitched up"[/color][/i]  moving to his ride he slid into the driver side, pouring some water on the wound to clean it.. somewhat, before he wrapped it up, tying it off.. the smell of blood was going to draw the undead, so time to go.  wetting a rag with more water, he wiped his hands and face off, then his other arm before, he drenched and wrung it out, then drenched it again before he wrapped that around his head to keep him cool as he started up his ride, shifting to gear he kicked the gas down, tires spinning and spitting up dirt as he flung the ass end around, before he shot off like a bullet.