[sub][color=646D7E][b]T E D B R A D Y :[/b][/color][/sub] [indent][indent][sub][color=646D7E][b]R A L E I G H S A F E T Y S H E L T E R[/b][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][hr][center][sub]Response to: [@Spud][/sub][/center] Every Safety Shelter smelled like shit. However, each compound had it’s own distinct formula of rancid dirt and rotten flesh — for a lack of better adjectives to describe these hell holes. Ted could not have been bothered to put any time into further articulating his dislike and disgust for this community. They were highly inconvenient, and when the outbreak happened, this was not what Ted thought he would be doing in the long-run. He did not particularly enjoy getting his hands dirty nor messing his sweat and breath with the scum that lingered haphazardly in their filth waiting for some ‘Lord and Savior’ to come and rescue them, and by the looks of their hollowed faces, Death was probably the reality they were facing inside those lifeless sunken eyes. Brown boots gripped their soles into the grimy dirt ground, leaving noticeable imprints that made a rigid trail of grimace behind Ted. His eyes were scanning the area as he gruffed his body impolitely through the area. Mental notes were snapped of certain details that made him further spiral into the crudeness of his mind. Most of these people might have been more useful as detain Lurkers — caged and made into experiments that would help find a Goddamn cure for this crap. That was an idea. Thin lips pressed together to form half of a smirk on his otherwise stern face. Just the neediness in their eyes, exactly like malnourished swine who would would barely hesitate to kill off their own kin for some sort of satisfaction in their gluttonous starvation. It was going to be another Holodomor, and quite frankly, Ted thought it might be more humane to simply let the Lurkers eat them first. So, he had ideas, and, of course, those were not all of them. But first, [color=646D7E]”Who’s Goddamn cock do I have to chop off before people start doing their jobs?”[/color] Ted turned his head pensively to look at one of his men. Both exchanged a mutual saturnine annoyance; although, the armed man, evidently guarding the Government Official, seemed more of less in a position of mirroring out of fear than anything else. Ted’s narrowed eyes shifted slowly from the guard and traced an intuitive path through the air and landed on a tall, square jawed man blinking his pretty-boy blue eyes at him like a deer caught in the headlights. Maybe that was an over exaggeration of the dumb look on the medic’s face, but it seemed to suit the young man finely. Ted’s smirk dropped immediately upon locking his eyes on Leo. His mouth opened as if he was contemplating something, mulling over what exactly he was supposed to say to this bastard — some kind of age that his daughter would have been had she been a good little girl and kept her legs closed like her parents and school had taught her, [color=646D7E]”Nevermind,”[/color] he scoffed to his guards, [i]I know exactly who I am supposed to be pissing on.[/i] His right shoulder rolled the stiffness from his muscle as he cocked his head slightly, still keeping his attention on his subject. His lips opened again and closed, but no words came from the motion. Pushing him and his men further along his path, Ted moved his frame coarsely. The heaviness of his clothing was irritating, and he, by under no circumstances, wanted the Leo the Doe to think he had any leeway when under the thumb of Mr. Brady. In fact, he was quite into playing with Leo and having the younger of the two Government Officials pick the means of clean up for their swine infestation. This thought rested well with Ted. Maybe not as well as the one where he grates the youthful vigor from the young man’s face with his chain, but it was fairly suffice, anyways, like those dirty harlots with too much to put out and let in. God he missed Anne, sometimes. [color=646D7E]”Remind me your name,”[/color] Ted’s voice was low, salted with a fake decency, [color=646D7E]”What was it, again? Leonard? Letty?”[/color] He paused and drew in a dry breath through his nostrils. The stillness in the air made this sound of his action audible. A wad of spit slithered down Ted’s throat as his mouth motioned contemplation along with the rest of his face while his eyes studied Leo’s stoical disposition. Ted was not about to be offended by the man’s personal attitude. He’d need some sort of head to make it through this world. But, God, if he could just iron punch the boy in the cheek a few times to relieve some of this stress. Maybe, he would do that before leaving — if he still felt like it. Wasting energy on something so pathetic was vaguely inefficient. [color=646D7E]”I’m frankly fuckin’ not sure where to begin, to be honest,”[/color] his right arm moved and shifted his hand upwards to motion a sense of need in Leo to look around the Shelter, [color=646D7E]”This is absolutely disgusting; and I’m gunna be real tight with you since you’re kind of young and probably don’t want a lot of lip flab from some ‘high ranking Govvy,’ even if I think you need a good old fashioned bitch slap to the face; and that’s me holding my tongue,”[/color] Ted tilted his head slightly to watch Leo’s reaction, [color=646D7E]”I’m not very happy that I have to come all the way out here to role play as Janitor because you cannot do your Goddamn fucking job.”[/color] Ted’s hand lowered, and his arm stretch outwards by placing his rough palm on the shoulder of Leo. The tendons in his arm squeezed his hand tightly over the younger man, [color=646D7E]”I want you to tell me why the fuck you’re so important to the Raleigh Safety Shelter; why the fuck you’re the only one greeting me,”[/color] Ted leaned in closer to Leo. The body heat from the two men touched, [color=646D7E]”Because, I did not come all the way out here to be treated like I’m shit who has no idea what’s conspiring behind these walls,”[/color] Ted looked straight into Leo’s blue eyes and slowly pulled back to re-position himself and straighten his back, [color=646D7E]”And why the fuck I shouldn’t just get rid of you right here and now,”[/color] Ted paused, for another time. Whatever suspense he was trying to uphold was mostly a breath to calm his anger, [color=646D7E] “And then, you’re going to lead me back to the Govvy Offices of this hell hole, so I can give you your options on how to clean up this pigshit,”[/color] Ted’s hand released Leo’s shoulder and gave him several sarcastic, good-boy pats before withdrawing into his other arm, folded over his chest impatiently. A demeaning smile was wearing itself scornfully on Ted’s face as he continued studying Leo. [sub][color=C9BE62][b]T H E O D O R E L A W S O N :[/b][/color][/sub] [indent][indent][sub][color=C9BE62][b]R A L E I G H S A F E T Y S H E L T E R[/b][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][hr] The day was turning murkier and murkier, and the presence of Mr. Brady was making a stiffness of the Shelter noticeably more bone chilling, even with the ravenous sun bursting it’s heat overhead. A nervous worry caught Theodore as he handed a small ration to a wrinkle faced man. The man’s hands were shaking with weather and wear, but the neediness in which he grasped the package was awkward and rigid like he was ready to drop it at any given moment (like at the strong breath of the nonexistent wind running around the atmosphere). Theodore could not say he was feeling particularly strong. Although, he was wondering if he ever had been strong. He wiped a warm hand over his face. The sweat was at least a sign he was somewhat hydrated, even if he did feel that weary faintness exemplifying the light in his vision. He did not want to imagine what the people standing in line felt. His mother was lucky he could grab her rations, let alone make sure she would even get some. Many of these people were going to stand in the line and bake and return with absolutely nothing. For this reason, Theodore had tried his damn hardest to get this job, and fuck, if the line would move slower and slower as the day dragged. It was not just the people standing in line, growing more and more complacent with their mobile limitations, but Theodore and Amanda — the two sole individuals - who were distributing in this part of the Shelter, were growing tired, as well. Complaining seemed fair, though, but sometimes, as Theodore looked at the repeat customers, week-after-week, month-after-month, year-after-year, he saw them change. Largely, he had forgotten what they had even looked like at the beginning. Eight years was a long time, especially in this type of condition. Theodore knew he was lucky to still have all his teeth, which was more than he could say about many of the people dwelling in the Safety Shelter. Things looked grim, even with the sun shining so brightly, blindingly. [sub][color=FF8040][b]H U N T E R : [/b][/color][/sub] [indent][indent][sub][color=FF8040][b]G R E A S E R G R O U N D S[/b][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][hr][center][sup]Response to: [@SilentWriter83] & [@Spud][/sup][/center] Swinging around Antonio after successfully surprising him, Hunter found himself suddenly strapped to his prey’s hip, held in the position by strong hands securely wrapped around his dirty, boyish frame. His dark eyes glanced at Letty, squinting to size her up like he was a ferocious beast who could wiggle his way from Antonio’s grasp at any given second. Neither of the two adults would have to bat an eye before the young boy made his Great Escape. He was about to yell at her and mock her for walking away from him. She should be scared. He was scary as fuck, and this wasn’t even him at his worst! His eyes quickly caught themselves playfully jumping back to Antonio, who was doing that angry-but-not-really thing he did when Hunter would catch him off guard randomly, which was quite frequently. It was fucking awesome! Like, Antonio would just be chillin’ like a lazy bum or somethin’, and then, along came Master Mind Hunter the World’s Greatest Motherfucker — BOOM — Easiest prey alive, folks, Antonio Lang. Hunter’s mouth shifted listening while listening to Antonio’s bitching. A small, disgruntled frown charmed his lips in a pouty, mischievous fashion. Antonio was the hardest and easiest prey Hunter knew. Sure, he could sneek-attack Antonio all day, every day, but there was one thing he just could not get from Antonio: his heart. The boy was not about to give up, though. Hunter was a trooper, and he knew if he gave up, that would just be the start of some avalanche of failures. [i]Fuck that,[/i] Hunter would tell himself in childish frustration towards the situation, [color=FF8040]”What the fuck I want!”[/color] Hunter weakly pushed himself from Antonio and squirmed in annoyance when Antonio’s arms were resilient towards his toying efforts, [color=FF8040]”I’ve got shit to do!”[/color] Hunter rolled his eyes along with his head. The intricate parts of his goggles bobbled a shifting noise at the exaggerated movement. [color=FF8040], “I am shit! And you should do me, right now! Sideways!”[/color] Hunter shifted again, feeling the strain of his weight and movement in the muscles of Antonio, [color=FF8040]”Besides, you saw the way I scared the fucking shit outta Letty. She ain’t no match against me, and I’ve been seein’ the way you eyeball her ass like its some kind of meal. What the fuck wrong with my ass? I’m a virgin, too, ya know! I’m fresh meat, bitch!”[/color] He pulled up his arms and flexed. His wrists bent as his hands folded into fists. Hunter was probably as annoying as his big mouth and ego, but he was unscrupulous for making sure he was worthy of people’s time and attention — no matter how inconvenient it was. He was a fucking child, after all. Them little shits needed some parental minding, and since Hunter was more than a little shit — being a big shit, he deserved more attention, obviously. Plus, his father was always working long efforts for the Greaser Group. He did not have as much time for Hunter as he would have liked, but the Group was good like that, taking care of Hunter despite his son’s primitive style of thinking. At least, he knew how to save his skin if things went to hell.