Yas. Got my post out before the counter turned. Thank. Fuck.
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Svetlana Volkov
Location: Boston Heights: Lyle's Room >> Her Room >> Into Town
Current Outfit: Clothing
Her eyes scanned through the file and she could feel her brow knitting closer and closer together. Black Sunday? What the hell was that? She read through the information and wondered who wanted this destroyed. Pulling out her cellphone, Lana grabbed some snapshots of the file and everything it contained. She then grabbed the pages from the file and placed them into her bag for now. There was no way she was destroying them. However, she had to destroy something in case someone came looking. She grabbed a couple of other files, ones that covered shoplifting clients that Lyle had had in the past, slipped them into the folder for the real files and carried them into the common area. She threw them onto the hearth of the fire place and then lit up a match before throwing it on top of the papers. She pulled the real files out of her bag and slipped them into the other folder before shoving them back into her bag.
She watched as the flames licked at the paper, blackening where they touched before finally breaking through and lighting the pages aflame. Her eyes did not leave the fire until she was content that they were burning hot enough and were not about to set the apartment on fire. Whoever it was that had called her would probably need some evidence to show that the files were destroyed so this would hopefully do.
As the flames began to die down, their fuel running out, Lana made her way into her bedroom. She sorted herself out and grabbed what she might need before leaving her room, locking it up tightly, and then leaving the apartment. She jogged down the stairs out to the front of the building and ran across the street before jumping on her motorcycle and making her way down to the local watering hole for those of a disreputable sort. She knew she'd seen at least one face from the Heights frequenting there and she figured she could ask him for some help in this weird situation she found herself in.
She made good time but hit traffic quite close to the bar so took a short cut down an alley where she almost ran over a ginger haired cat that hissed and clawed towards her bike as she sped past. Damn cat was lucky that she had good reflexes or it would have been roadkill. She pulled up in front of the bar and parked up. Grabbing some change from her pocket, she paid for a parking ticket and stuck it to her bike front before heading inside the establishment.
"Hey Bobby! You seen the cowboy today?" Lana sashayed her way to the bar and rested her forearms on it, leaning up on her tip toes and pressing her chest together between her arms.
"N-naw, Miss Lana. He ain't been in here today. Ya needing him?" The bushy faced man raised a brow at her.
"Yeah actually. Need to get in touch. Business opportunity. You have his number?"
"'Course, he's a regular ain't he? But what's in it for me?" He waggled his hairy eyebrows at Lana and chortled.
"C'mere you." She rolled her eyes and leaned in closer to Bobby, his face coming in close to hers. She pecked his cheek and grinned as she dropped back. "Now where's my number?"
Laughing away happily to himself, Bobby reached under the bar and pulled out his address book. He slipped a card from the back of it and slid it over to Lana. She gave him a broad smile and a wink before pushing herself off of the bar and sliding the card towards herself and off the edge of the bar. She whipped out her cell and punched the number in, saving it under the "Golden Cowboy". She hit the call button as she walked out of the bar and listened to the ringing in her ear before the telltale click sounded as he answered. The doors swung shut behind her as the traffic rang out in front of her.
"Hey Cowboy? It's the Russian Fury. I need your help."
"Well hey there ya Russian Dollface," he said as leaned back in his chair, and grinned towards Clemins as he covered up the phone speaker for a moment. "Just a minute boss, that Russian hottie I was tellin' ya about. Damn I'm on a roll today," he remarked coldly before removing his hand. "What can ol' Lawson be doing for ya?" he asked her as he tapped his cards on the edge of the table.
Lana played with the ends of her hair as she spoke in a low voice. "Not something I want to discuss over the phone. Lets meet up. When are you free?"
Lawson perked a brow and gave his boss a knowing look and a little bit of a wink. "Go on man, get you some tail," Clemins said with a laugh. Lawson grinned coldly and nodded as he rose from his chair and flipped his cards over, showing a royal flush and pocketing the winnings before moving towards the door. "For ya darlin', right now. Meet me at pier 23," he said smoothly as he stepped out the door and headed to his truck.
"You're a doll. See you there." She hung up the call and walked over to her bike, throwing her leg over the body and getting herself ready to ride down to Pier 23.
Lorna Dunn
Location: Boston Heights: Outside >> Alicia's Car
Grinning like a fool and laughing like an idiot, Lorna shook her head and rolled her eyes at Alicia's quip about energy drinks. She made it sound like Lorna drank them which wasn't true. Lorna didn't like putting caffeine in her body, she felt like it weakened her and made her shake once she stopped using it. The stuff eventually just made her feel sick even at the mere thought of the smell it gives off. She shuddered and grabbed her keys as she pushed off from the counter and followed Alicia out of the apartment. She locked the place up and jogged up the stairs after her sister from another mister. She only stopped in her tracks when she noticed Lawson and gave him a quick wave in greeting.
Before she could make it to Alicia's car, however, Lawson had stopped her and started going on about a roller derby and going to go see it tonight. Together. To drink beer. Together. What? She didn't think she'd made that good of an impression on him and she felt herself frowning slightly in confusion. She opened her mouth to answer but his phone went off and his attitude changed quickly. He then handed her his card and she literally couldn't do anything but blink as he darted off and jumped into his truck, driving off at some speed. She looked over her shoulder at Alicia and then down to the card in her hand and wordlessly walked over to the passenger side of Alicia's car. She slid in, still staring at the card in her hand and slowly glanced up to look at Alicia. Her face was one of confusion and bewilderment. "Did that really just fucking happen?" She held the card up and shrugged her shoulders, unsure what to do.
This one is to all of the people who don't get easily offended. Here's to you all. <3
Location: Grimm H.S.: Coach's Office
Ashley was quietly wallowing in the confusion that was her life now and wasn't entirely sure if she was still conscious or not. She was curled up into a ball on the sofa, her shoes resting on the floor below her and her purse sitting on the cushion beside her. She buried her face in her knees and covered her eyes with her arms. She was glad to be alone. She needed the peace and quiet, even if she could hear the chattering outside the door. Then the door opened and she looked up suddenly to see if it was Marc, returning to check on her, but it was not. A man who Ashley couldn't place, walked in and didn't even notice her. Granted his eyes weren't exactly looking in her direction but it was a little peculiar to not notice a woman sitting on a sofa in a high school coach's office.
Ashley opened her mouth to say something when he suddenly shouted out at himself as he gripped the sides of his head. Blinking rapidly, Ashley closed her mouth and felt her eyebrows rising towards her hairline at the volume of his voice. Swallowing slightly, she grabbed her shoes and slipped them on before scooping up her purse from the seat beside her. She didn't want to interrupt this man's clear need for verbal release so she would quietly and politely excuse herself. She tried to slip around him to get to the door, a small apologetic smile on her face as she did so. "Apologies sir, I didn't realise that I was in your office. You must be a new coach to the high school. Please, excuse me. I'll give you your privacy." She gave a polite nod as she grasped the handle of the door and slipped out into the gym hall.
Her eyes found Marc in an instant and she saw him standing with Riley and Tim and someone else whom Ashley found vaguely familiar but couldn't quite place at the moment. She wasn't in any state of mind to introduce herself to find out who she was right now so, instead, Ashley slipped out of the side door of the gym and caught some fresh air for herself. She needed something to help clear the fog from her head. Stepping out, she found the nearest bench and slipped her shoes of before carrying them as she walked barefoot across the grass. She took in the scent of her home town and sighed. She never thought she missed this place before and, if it weren't for the insanity that was happening now, she'd probably want to come back to get away from the bustle of LA. Maybe once they were all safe? Maybe...
Location: Best Exotic Hotel
Interacting With: Claire
Date: Morning/August 2nd,2016
Interaction Tags: @Lady Amalthea
The night had ended in a hell of a way. Cass wasn't sure exactly what Alcander had thought when he decided to jump in, but she found it amusing either way. He didn't strike her as the type. Murphy had made her laugh and smile as much as his little sister usually does and it made Cass feel a little more relaxed in this ungodly warm and uncomfortable country. As Claire and she stumbled upstairs to their lover's den of a bedroom, Cass flopped on the bed beside Claire and then cried as she felt the sticky warmth of her body. She crawled out of the bed and decided to sleep on the floor, laying on her front and pressing her right arm up against the wall. The cooler stone wall and wooden floors made her sigh in relief and she drifted off into a peaceful, sweaty sleep.
The sunlight streamed in the holes in the walls that were meant to be windows and Cass grunted as she felt the warmth hitting her skin. "Go awaaaay... It's not m'summer 'olidays!" She rolled over and buried her face into the corner of the room where the floor met the wall. She whimpered into the stonework and heard Claire saying her name. She snorted with laughter at Claire's comment.
"Claire, I'm 'bout ready t'sell m'body on 'eh street just t'get us some cool air..." A huff of air left her and she grunted as she sat upright. Her clothing had apparently decided to detach from herself as she slept. Clearly she had been sleep stripping again. No real surprises there. Cass sat up and stretched herself out before getting to her feet and sauntering over to the bathroom before Claire got a chance to. Stepping into the shower, Cass turned the knobs of the shower and then realised, just before the water hit her, that Murphy had warned them about the plumbing. A squeal of distress escaped Cass and she darted out of the shower and fell face first onto the floor with a THUD.
Groaning, Cass rubbed her head that had hit against the pedestal of the sink and she shifted herself onto her hands and knees before standing up again properly. She looked at the water that was running and was relieved and pissed to find that it was perfectly fine. Murphy was getting a punch for this. Sighing, Cass got into the shower and washed the sweat, dust and grime from her body. The water sputtered and spat at her but it let her wash so that was good at least. Turning off the water, Cass stepped out and just let herself drip dry. Walking into the room, Cass being butt ass naked, she looked to Claire and struck a model pose. "I am squeeeeeky clean! Right-o, your turn hot shot. Get yer dirty arse in 'eh shower."
I was more talking about him farting in his sleep. >.>
Agnes Brynja Johannsson
Location: With the diversion team.
Bryn had done her duty, drawing the dead towards them as they made their way out of the gates. There were one too many meaningful looks passed between people in this town and she wasn't a fan of it. She may not communicate a lot, but she knew that non-verbal communication in front of strangers never bode well for the stranger. And in this scenario she was the stranger. A slight frown played on her face and she played her part in the plan without a complaint. As the truck screeched to a stop, Bryn parked her bike up beside the truck, the side away from the Snarlers, and hopped off per the gents instructions. She hopped up into the bed and grabbed a spear, repeating the actions of James as she tied up and off and held the spear steady as she was told.
She looked back to Zoie and then flinched as the damn plan actually seemed to be working! The band had been expected but the mass light had hurt her eyes slightly, but fortunately she had been looking away some when it had went off. She blinked a couple times as she jumped off the truck and hopped back onto Grace. She revved the engine, drawing as much attention as was possible from the impending doom of zom-pede and continued to draw them away as per the plan. This chick was fucking crazy, and honestly, Bryn kind of liked it.
Fridick
Location: Newnan Infirmary
Richard saw Zoie jumping on the back of a truck and he heard her calling out to him but he didn't fully register her words due to the blood pounding in his ears. She was actually going out and doing something fucking crazy again. And he was in no state to stop her. He groaned and spat on the ground in sheer frustration at the situation. If Lorna and Maria weren't already dead, he'd be planning how to get his payback on them, but they were dead. So there was no use wasting energy planning shoulda couldas. He looked up as he heard a new but familiar voice talking to him.
He chuckled a little at her words, but there was a sour note behind the tune of his laughter that would be clear to Astrid. "Could say that, girl is gonna turn that patient Doc into a sociopath, I tells ya." He shrugged his not so bruised shoulder slightly and grimaced through the pain that shot through his arm. "Nice t'meet ya Astrid. Bridgette, unique names there. I'm Richie, or Dick to big Froggy in there and Honkey Tonk to 'Country Chick' as ya call her. Call me whatever ye want just not Richard if ya will." He rolled his eyes and smirked a little, even if it was a bit bitter.
"Richard it is then," she said as she glanced around and took in what was going on around them. Hearing the booms going on outside she had to smirk a bit. Seemed that country chic had a way of making herself known. Granted if they were trying to move the hoard away from the town, that was a useful skill to have.
Meanwhile in the infirmary...
Victor actually stopped what he was doing as he heard the silly woman continuing to interrupt him. He dropped everything he was doing and turned to stare at her with his mouth agape in sheer and utter confusion at the stupidity that she was displaying. I was a good thing that Richard was not in the infirmary at this moment because Victor officially lost his shit.
"Vous êtes un enfant putain! Si je devais tout sens, je vous expulser d'ici! Je suis putain malade et fatigué d'être remis en question à chaque occasion! Pourquoi les gens ne peuvent tout simplement se taire et de me laisser faire mon putain de travail?! Ma patience est parti. Tout cela grâce à vous, enfant. Félicitations à vous. On t'a bercé trop près du mur? Je devrais vous frapper. Ou je ne serai jamais avoir la paix et de calme pour sauver la vie de cette femme." His native tongue rolled out of him faster and faster as the volume of his voice rose higher and higher. He was turning red in the face, the sheer arrogance and ignorance of this woman was unbelieveable! He felt his hands shaking and clenched them tightly into fists. His nostrils flared as he stepped closer and closer to this tiny little woman. He towered over her and honestly, in this moment, he looked terrifying.
Back outside...
That's when Richard heard the screaming happening. He thought he was imagining it at first but that definitely sounded like Froggy. Astrid perked a brow at the screams and shook her head, seemed that someone was having one hell of a fit. One worthy of Bridgett even. "Eh, I'll introduce ya soon but I think we's gots a Frog 'bout ready t'splode. Be right back." With that, Richard quickly hobbled off towards the Courthouse and made his way inside.
Astrid figured why the hell not and turned on her heels, following Richard and holding the door open for him before she continued on her way as they headed for the sound of the screaming. She didn't speak French but the tone was more than she needed to hear to know that the one that Richard called Froggy was not happy in the slightest. "Wonder what set him off," she pondered out loud as she stepped in front of Richard slightly and held the OR door open for him to head inside, following him quickly as the door swung closed behind them.
Richard gave a curt nod to Astrid as she held the doors open for him. He hated being helpless but he didn't care enough right now. Hi main concern was seeing to Froggy so that Daisy Duke didn't give him an earful later for not watching out for him. He walked into the infirmary, hearing the words of venom dripping from Froggy's lips. Well fuck even if he couldn't understand him, he knew that this was bad news. "The fuck did ya do to piss off the fuckin' doctor?!" Richard hobbled over to Neisha and looked her up and down before glancing over to Victor.
Astrid stood there perking a brow a bit as she watched the look on the doctors face and then Richard pipping up into the little tiff. Well this was interesting to say the least, seemed the red head had been running her mouth enough to tick off the man. Granted she didn't know how hard it was to really make the man angry, for all she knew he could be set off by anything but still; in this day and age you didn't piss off doctors, they were too few nd far between.
"Casse toi!" He practically spat the final words at Neisha as he threw his hands up into the air and waved them away, as if directing her to leave. He walked over to the medical cabinets and containers and began to lock them all up, one by one before standing beside Sophia and looking to Neisha once more. He was still red in the face but his voice was slightly calmer, if a little aggressive sounding. Clearly the arrival of Richard had caused him to cool his jets some. "You 'ave two choices; Come 'ere and do this by yourself or get the fuck out of 'ere and let me do my fucking job!" He stood with his arms crossed over his chest and he glowered angrily at the red haired woman.
"Well, unless you're a doctor, I would probably suggest leaving before the poor girl dies," Astrid stated in a clam but flat tone. For her she really couldn't care one way or the other. It wasn't herself or Bridgette on the table. Astrid had done what she could to get the girl to safety and make sure she didn't turn. Her job was done, she didn't have the skills to do anything else, therefor it wasn't her worry.
Richard had never imagined he'd ever hear the Doc swear, nevermind lose his cool but it had happened. Scowling, Richard felt the blood pulsing through him more and more. He was mad. He was angry at Zoie for putting herself in danger. He was angry at the three muska-tardos for beating the shit out of him, He was mad at being helpless. He was mad at these people being fucking idiots. He was mad that he had lost people today, even if he didn't like them all that much. He needed to let it all out and unfortunately for this chick, she'd pushed the last of his buttons today.
Spinning on the spot, Richard brought his clenched fist up and around to clock Neisha square on the jaw on the left side of her face. That got Astrid to cock a brow in surprise but she just stood there watching. She wasn't about to jump in the middle of a fight that wasn't hers. He wasn't proud about hitting a woman, but she was going to cause her friend to die and, frankly, Richard was having none of that. The force of his fist caused her to fall backwards and she was out cold. Her body sprawled onto the seat that Richard had asked her to take not long before and he wrinkled his nose as he realised what he had done. He could feel the pain in his ribs and wondered if he'd made it worse. The pain wasn't searing anymore but that didn't mean he couldn't have done something he wasn't aware of. His face was like fizz and he looked to Victor and Astrid before shaking his fist out from the hit. "Well someone had to shut her the fuck up."
"Well that was interesting," Astrid quipped as she looked around the room and grabbed a few zip ties that were laying on the counter from people tieing up the other person being held prisoner right then; figuring when the girl wakes up it would only get worse if she wasn't restrained. Leaning down she secured her ankles, then her wrists in front of her. For good measure she gagged her, the woman's mouth had be what set this whole thing off wasn't it? Astrid took a look at her, she seemed okay if not just knocked out and would probably wake up in a few minutes. Dragging her out of the way and along the wall she dusted her hands off and looked back at the two men. "So, gonna finish taking care of the one handed wonder now?"
Victor raised a brow at Richard's reaction but said nothing. He watched as the viking woman began to hog tie and gag the bothersome woman and, once she was removed from his general area, Victor let out a breath of relief. "Merci beaucoup." He gave a gentlemanly nod towards Astrid and a firm nod to Richard before continuing his work on the handless patient before him. He did all he could and ensured that she had the correct dosage of antibiotics required for such a shock to her body. He added a little morphine into the mix to help her sleep easier, but not too much. It was too valuable to overuse right now.
Richard let out a breath of relief and realised that just hitting something, sorry, someone helped him to feel a little better. Didn't say much for his current state of mind but it certainly helped him to not want to kill someone. That much was for sure. He looked over at Astrid and smirked. "Thanks for the hand. Don't right think I coulda done nothin' there. Here's hopin' she doesn't try t'kill me when she comes 'round."
Astrid nodded towards the men and adjusted the strap of her shield a bit, situating it better on her shoulder before leaning back against the wall and crossing her arms over her chest. "No worries. Rather have her hog tied and gagged than waking up and causing even more problems," she said as she stood there, looking down and picking at her nails a bit. She figured she would stay in there for a bit, see if the girl woke up. Richard might have knocked her out but if the woman really tried to cause an issue once she woke up she doubted he was in condition to deal with the way he was hobbling about. The Doc may have but you didn't let doctors handle the brawls, they were there for patch ups.
Victor ignored the exchange between the two and continued his work. He ensured the wound was clean, sterilised and bandaged appropriately before busying himself around with mixing more antibiotics for later use. He hoped that this amputation had been enough to save this poor girl's life. Satisfied that nothing else was going to kick off, Richard grabbed his wheelchair and settled himself back into it again. He looked between Victor and Astrid and then realised he'd forgotten something. "Oh, Doc, this is Astrid. Astrid this is Doc, or Froggy, or if you're feeling fancy, Victor." Victor glanced up and gave a quick wave and smile before diving back to his work. Richard just shook his head and sighed.
"Froggy? That is an... Interesting nickname. Makes me curious to how you got it," Astrid interjected as she was properly introduced to the man. She had a couple of ideas, random as they may be. Like he speaks French, French like Frog Legs right? So Froggy? Yeah, that could be it. Most nicknames though had a reason behind them even if it was just irony.
Victor looked up and quirked a brow. "I am a bit busy at the moment. Best to ask Miss Zoie. She is the one who gave me it after all." A small smile spread across his face as he got back to work.
*Rolls for Neisha getting hit, knocked out cold and Richard's injuries being affected by the punch were all rolled by Lady A and this post has been pre-approved by her before posting.
It's more just the lore of the show and comics, Caits. In this universe the bite infection has no cure, no treatment (save for speeding amputation that does not result in mass blood loss). So yeah, they'll argue but not on real world logics. Simply on the logics of the world lore.
Valona “Norsa” Norsys
Location: Storehouse - Gorlf Northern Territory
Interacting With: No one
Interaction Tags: -
It had been a short night for Valona. She had been sleeping, blissfully unaware that anyone was even nearby to her location when suddenly she was awoken by and unearthly, dream shattering roaring bellow that could only have originated from the depths of the belly of one Johnathan Keystone. Valona, however, was unaware of the prolific backend trumpet that travelled along with this particular pugilist. If the sound was not enough to wake Valona from her slumber, then the stench that followed it certainly would have. The entire experience could only have been made more ominous if there were visible clouds that rolled along the floor like a dried ice mist that exuded from the body of frost trolls and white dragons alike.
Sitting up with a start, Valona felt her face wrinkling and contracting in on itself, as if to stop the smell from invading her orifices, but it was to no avail. She couldn't bear it any longer. She had already been questioning her staying with this rag-tag group of do-gooders and she decided it was not for her. At least not full time. Gathering her things quickly, Valona readied herself and slipped out of the storehouse before dashing off into the night. She would find somewhere less... flavoursome to stay for the night. She doubted anyone would notice she was gone, save for perhaps Kyra but even then she knew that no one would miss her. She had not been within the group for long enough and had, so far, caused them more trouble than benefit. Good. She liked to leave people wondering about her anyway, it was in her favour.
Besides, who was to say this was the last time that she and the people from this group encountered one another?
Agnes Brynja Johannsson
Location: With the diversion team.
Being her usual, stoic faced and silent self. Bryn listened as this James fellow began to get a little anxious and looked like he was about to take off as soon as he was given the go ahead. She wondered, besides the horde incoming, what he was so anxious to get moving for and then she found out. Meat. Food. Fresh? That couldn't be right. Bryn raised a questioning brow and opened her mouth as if to ask a question before thinking better of it. She shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to Zoie who was now speaking.
Fair. The plan was pretty loose but also seemed rather foolproof. Besides being a moving target and distraction for the Snarlers, she wasn't sure exactly how she could help with the catapult but she'd move as directed and take it from there. She started Grace up and revved the engine gently as James began to shift the truck into gear. They were making their way out to make a show for the oncoming unwanted guests. Well this was definitely one way to get herself into the good books of the bastards that ran this place. Risking your life in front of a horde on a rather exposed motorcycle? Definitely merited her getting to keep her weapons in her possession at all times, that was for fucking sure.
Bryn figured that they didn't need her verbal approval to get things underway and she was ready to head off and do what she was bidden. At least for now. She wanted to avoid being trampled and torn by the vast amount of former American residents that were shuffling their way towards them.
Dr. Victor Bonheur
Location: Newnan Infirmary
As he walked away to the fridge to grab a bag of blood to transfuse into his newest patient, Victor listened to the Viking woman's answers and nodded along as she spoke. "Very good, very good." He busied himself with warming the bag of blood as he then listened to the little redheaded woman ranting yet again at him. Even if her tone was calmer and softer, he knew very well that she was most unhappy beneath the surface. The apocalypse may have changed a lot of things, but not human nature. If anything, it brought out the worst parts of human nature even more. After she was done talking, Victor gave her a deadpan stare and felt the temperature of the blood bag as he considered his words.
"If you are quite done, I believe I told you to stay out of my way until called for. Now correct me if I am wrong, but you are still in my way. I do not care who or what you are, if you are not trained in Orthotics then you can take a seat and I will call you when I need you. I do not plan to let this girl die today. Now shoo." Victor was firm with his words, the kindness was there as it was natural for him but he had dealt with enough shit today and was taking no more. It had been a stressful day and things didn't appear to be getting any less tense. The last thing he needed was someone demanding things of him, whether she admitted they were a demand or not, Victor was all too aware of what her words were.
The bag of blood was now warm and Victor set the transfusion up so that his new patient would replace what blood she had lost. "And do not kid yourself, jeune femme. No one truly cares if anyone lives or dies in this world. Not unless they are family."
Richard Johnson
Location: Newnan Infirmary >> Outside the courthouse
Richard had smirked at the viking woman's words and felt his shoulders shaking slightly with the amusement. It was soon cut short however as Victor's words came out of no where and caused Richard to turn around and look over to the doctor with a look of concern on his face. He may have only known the man since this morning but it was clear that Richard did not think that this was regular behaviour for the Doctor to be portraying. Frowning, Richard motioned over one of the other men guarding the front door of the Infirmary and had him switch places with him, having him guarding their prisoner. Richard wheeled himself over towards Victor whilst keeping space away from him as he worked. Richard motioned the young red haired woman towards himself and spoke softly to her. "Listen sweetheart, best be sittin' down until our Doc calms his shit, yeah? Ain't worth the fight. He'll see yer buddy is okay."
He moved himself out of the way to let the woman by and he looked up at Victor, trying to get his attention. He was being ignored. "Fine then Doc, have it yer own stubborn ass way." Richard began to wheel himself back over to his spot when he heard the the viking woman saying her farewells and she mentioned a "Country Chick" and Richard knew exactly who she was talking about. Only Zoie would try something so fucking dangerous and crazy. It hurt him, but he pushed himself up and out of his wheelchair and began to walk towards the door of the infirmary, his weapons on his belt and his shotgun in his hand. Victor looked up at this point and scowled at Richard. He would have probably chased after him if he wasn't dealing with the future Mrs. Hook.
Richard shuffled his way out of the infirmary and grabbed a spare body, a young woman with black hair, to guard the door of the infirmary with the older gent that was currently doing so. "Oi! Some fucker gonna open this damn door for a cripple?!" The young woman that had been tasked with guarding the door ran forward and held it open for him. He grunted his thanks to her and slipped outside, the door closing behind him. He stumbled his way down the stairs and looked around for Zoie. He spotted a wagon pulled by a horse and that there were two viking women, not just one. Great. More women, exactly what this place needed. It had been pretty sausage heavy before but now it was starting to turn into a right taco party.
He ignored the argument that was clearly ongoing and instead shuffled around looking for Zoie and calling out his name for her. "Daisy Duke! Get your fine fuckin' ass here 'fore I lose my shit!"
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