Jessalyn - House - Floyd, Abram
Jess was excitedly awaiting Floyd's response on names when Abram walked in. Jess unconciously scooted closer to Floyd, but still smiled warmly at Abram.
"Good morning," she told him. "Would you like some breakfast?" she asked, but didn't really get a reply.
Her smile faded as he spoke about leaving. She looked at Floyd curiously. She didn't want to speak against what he wanted, but she was afraid that he wasn't fully healed yet. If he tried to do too much, or if they were attacked again, he might get permenantly hurt or worse.
"Could you excuse us a minute?" she asked. Once Abram left the room Jessalyn turned to Floyd. "Floyd? I don't mean to... please don't take this the wrong way," she added quickly, unsure of how to say this without angering him. "I fully trust you. I will do whatever you say without complaint. You know that by now. But... Floyd, I'm worried," she reached over to cover his hand with hers. "You're still hurt. If he stays here, just a little longer, until you're fully healed, then it won't put so much pressure and work on you. He could help guard this place from raiders and walkers until you are recovered."
She smiled at him. "Like I said, I'll follow whatever you wish. I'm not going to disagree with you in front of other people. Just please, think about it? I don't want anything else to happen to you," she said, biting her lip. "Not just because you are my protection and food source, but because I care about you. A lot..." she trailed off, a blush forming on her cheeks.
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Katie - Haywood - Emma
Katie woke up and rubbed her eyes. She yawned and was about to roll over and go back to sleep when she heard sniffling. Looking around the room she spotted Emma at the window. She was crying. Why was Emma crying? Was she sad? Was she hurt?
"Emma?" Katie called softly, climbing out of her blanket nest and going to Emma. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Did you have a nightmare?"
Nightmares were really bad. Katie hated nightmares. She'd had a few after they had left the underground, but after she had woken up screaming the first time and Bull had gotten mad at her for making noise she tried to keep quiet about them.
The seven year old climbed up into Emma's lap and cuddled against her. "My mommy said there weren't any monsters. No real ones. But there are. The ones outside are easy to see, but the ones inside..." she curled closer. "Sometimes adults are monsters, even though they don't look like it. Those are the monsters I hate the most."
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Happy you are okay and back with us AnnaBeth :-)
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No worries. We were all new at one point. Ask away. WWe're happy to help.
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Well I have no idea what that was about, but it'd good we won't have any more negativity. Let's just forget all the times I asked him to not fight with everyone.
*sigh*
Anyway, moving on and moving up.
*sigh*
Anyway, moving on and moving up.
Arysta covered her ears against the screams of pain. A stranger had appeared once she had hidden. From the way her attackers reacted he wasn't one of them. Then, when they had attacked him, he had slaughtered them quickly. Blood splattered on the ground near her and she covered her mouth to keep from crying out. The world spun for a moment and she was afraid she was going to be sick.
The last man died as he was running away, threatening to tell 'him' about what had happened. She wondered only briefly who 'he' was before the man who had dispatched them so easily called to her. He wanted her to come out, but the question was : would she listen?
He was dangerous, that much was certain. He had no qualms about killing, that also was certain. He had helped her, but for what reason? Was he worse then those men? Would he kidnap her as well, using her for ransom? Did he even know who she was? Would he do worse then hold her ransom?
She bit her lip. There was really no other option. She doubted he would just leave and if he did she would be stuck out here alone with no weapons and no idea which way to go. Knowing her luck, she'd walk right into the rebel's hideout or come across a bear or some other large animal who was enjoy chewing on her bones.
With a sigh, she stood and came out slowly from her hiding place. The ground hurt her feet a little as she walked towards him carefully.
"Thank you," she said with dignity, as though she wasn't standing before an extremely handsome man barefoot, with messy hair and disheveled clothing. She held her head high, not just because she wanted to look like she was calm and collected but because he was taller then her.
"I am Princess Arysta Wargrave of Torin," she told him. "Thank you for your help. Now, if I could impose on you a bit longer, could you please be kind enough to take me back to the capitol? My father will gladly reward you for your kindness and bravery."
The last man died as he was running away, threatening to tell 'him' about what had happened. She wondered only briefly who 'he' was before the man who had dispatched them so easily called to her. He wanted her to come out, but the question was : would she listen?
He was dangerous, that much was certain. He had no qualms about killing, that also was certain. He had helped her, but for what reason? Was he worse then those men? Would he kidnap her as well, using her for ransom? Did he even know who she was? Would he do worse then hold her ransom?
She bit her lip. There was really no other option. She doubted he would just leave and if he did she would be stuck out here alone with no weapons and no idea which way to go. Knowing her luck, she'd walk right into the rebel's hideout or come across a bear or some other large animal who was enjoy chewing on her bones.
With a sigh, she stood and came out slowly from her hiding place. The ground hurt her feet a little as she walked towards him carefully.
"Thank you," she said with dignity, as though she wasn't standing before an extremely handsome man barefoot, with messy hair and disheveled clothing. She held her head high, not just because she wanted to look like she was calm and collected but because he was taller then her.
"I am Princess Arysta Wargrave of Torin," she told him. "Thank you for your help. Now, if I could impose on you a bit longer, could you please be kind enough to take me back to the capitol? My father will gladly reward you for your kindness and bravery."
I was going to wait until someone else posted, but then decided I should go ahead and post anyway.
But then I got food poisoning... *cries in a corner*
But then I got food poisoning... *cries in a corner*
I fragging HATE life right now
^ food poisoning talking here...
-Sincerely, a very unhappy kitty ;__;
^ food poisoning talking here...
-Sincerely, a very unhappy kitty ;__;
A small crowd was gathered in the courtyard of Wargrave Castle, the capitol of the country of Tormin. The king and queen were seeing off their daughter, the princess Arysta.
"I still am not happy about this," the king said, his face a dark frown.
The pretty young woman hugged her father with a smile. "I'm not a little girl anymore father. I can handle myself. If the rebels want to talk, it is important that we talk. It's too dangerous for you or mother to go."
"But how do we know they won't harm you?" the king asked.
"How can we expect them to trust us if we do not show a little trust in them first?" Arysta asked.
"Besides sire, that is why I am going with her," Chancellor Fredrick.
Arysta's smile vanished, replaced with a frown. "Actually you are going in a separate car along a different route," she pointed out.
"Of course, as part of the plan," the chancellor said, bowing his head to her. "I am going on the main road, in the royal car, whilst you, milady, go along a back route in an unmarked car. That way, if the rebels are planning anything treacherous, you will be out of danger."
"I am well aware of your plan," Arysta said shortly and turned back to her parents. "Everything will be fine," she assured them as her mother hugged her.
"Return to us swiftly and safely my dear," the queen said.
Arysta got into the unmarked car with just the driver for company and the chancellor got into the royal car with several bodyguards. The place where they wanted to meet was inside the rebel territory, but on the edge.
As they set off it gave Arysta time to think about what she was going to say to the rebels. She needed to be firm, yet kind. She needed to show them that the royal family did care about their subjects and were willing to discuss whatever they wished in order to keep the peace.
It really was a mystery to her how this whole rebellion got started. She didn't understand. They had always been a peaceful country. Her father was a good and honest king who care for his subjects. Then, suddenly, this rebellion sprung up, accusing the royal family of hoarding things and overtaxing the people in order to maintain their extravagant lifestyle, that the king watched as his subjects suffered. There had been a few lean years recently, but nothing to warrant such intense hatred of the crown. Maybe it was something she would be able to discuss with them, find out what the root of this upset truly was.
She leaned back in the seat, closing her eyes and relaxing for the trip to the border...
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[i]The little girl sat in her room, humming as she drew in her sketch book. Her father, the king, entered.
"What are you doing my child?"
"Drawing."
The king's smile faltered. "I thought we talked about your drawings."
"They aren't real," the child said automatically, reciting what had been told to her countless times. "They are only in my mind. But Daddy, I can't help it. He asked to be drawn."
"He?"
The child nodded, holding up the drawing with a smile. "His name is Belias. He's my new friend."
The king looked upon the drawing, trying to hide his disgust. It was of a large red creature that looked to be part bull, part ram and part man. How could such an ugly creature come from the mind of his sweet child?
The king took the sketch book from her and closed it. "I think you are spending too much time with your... 'friends' Arysta. I do not want you to speak of them again. If they appear in your mind, you are to push them away. Do you understand?"
The child nodded sadly. "But Daddy-"
"I am serious. No more creatures. No more drawings. It isn't safe."
The little girl held back tears and nodded. "Yes Daddy..."
After he left, her friends roared inside her head in protest but she pushed them away as she had been told.
"I'm sorry," she whimpered, crying as their roars grew fainter. "I'm sorry..."
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Arysta jerked awake. It wasn't just the bad dream that had awoken her. The car had come to a stop.
"Stay here milady," the driver ordered. "The tires have been shot."
Shot? By who? And why?
The driver pulled a gun from his jacket. But the next instant his body jerked as a shot came through the window. Arysta screamed as blood sprayed across the seat from the bullet hole in his forehead. She clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle the scream.
Moments later footsteps could be heard outside.
"I heard her scream. She's in there."
"Well then go and get her. We don't have all day. And try to be gentle. She's not supposed to be hurt. Not yet anyway."
"Gentle. Right." These words were followed by a chuckle that made her blood run cold. Arysta looked around for some kind of weapon. All she had within reach were her shoes. The heels weren't that high, but they were thin enough to harm someone. She pulled off one and held it ready. She jumped when the door handle was shot off, destroying the lock. It was then wrenched open and the head of a large ugly man appeared. "Come out, come out princ-"
He was cut off by a blinding pain to his right eye, He fell backward, clutching his face and howling in pain. The heel of the shoe had cut the side of his face. An inch more over and she would have hit his eye.
"Bitch!" he shouted as she scrambled past him and tried to run. She threw her other shoe at the second man as she went, but didn't notice the third until it was too late. He caught her in his arms and held her firmly as she fought. He laughed. "And here we thought we were going to get a whimpering female. Nice surprise eh boys?"
"Speak for yourself," the injured one said. "I'm going to make you regret that you little bitch."
Arysta clawed at the arm of the man who held her. "Behave," he said, smoothing her hair back from her face. "Or we might have to disobey those orders not to hurt you."
"I am not going to roll over and play dead for you," she stated and threw her head back.
Her captor shouted in pain as the back of her head struck his nose. She heard it break. Her head was pounding and she felt dizzy but she took the opportunity to run anyway. She managed to make it to some rocks large enough to hide behind. But she knew it wouldn't be long before they found her, and they would be very, very angry as well.
Arysta began to pray to whatever god or goddess that happened to be listening. She prayed for help.
"I still am not happy about this," the king said, his face a dark frown.
The pretty young woman hugged her father with a smile. "I'm not a little girl anymore father. I can handle myself. If the rebels want to talk, it is important that we talk. It's too dangerous for you or mother to go."
"But how do we know they won't harm you?" the king asked.
"How can we expect them to trust us if we do not show a little trust in them first?" Arysta asked.
"Besides sire, that is why I am going with her," Chancellor Fredrick.
Arysta's smile vanished, replaced with a frown. "Actually you are going in a separate car along a different route," she pointed out.
"Of course, as part of the plan," the chancellor said, bowing his head to her. "I am going on the main road, in the royal car, whilst you, milady, go along a back route in an unmarked car. That way, if the rebels are planning anything treacherous, you will be out of danger."
"I am well aware of your plan," Arysta said shortly and turned back to her parents. "Everything will be fine," she assured them as her mother hugged her.
"Return to us swiftly and safely my dear," the queen said.
Arysta got into the unmarked car with just the driver for company and the chancellor got into the royal car with several bodyguards. The place where they wanted to meet was inside the rebel territory, but on the edge.
As they set off it gave Arysta time to think about what she was going to say to the rebels. She needed to be firm, yet kind. She needed to show them that the royal family did care about their subjects and were willing to discuss whatever they wished in order to keep the peace.
It really was a mystery to her how this whole rebellion got started. She didn't understand. They had always been a peaceful country. Her father was a good and honest king who care for his subjects. Then, suddenly, this rebellion sprung up, accusing the royal family of hoarding things and overtaxing the people in order to maintain their extravagant lifestyle, that the king watched as his subjects suffered. There had been a few lean years recently, but nothing to warrant such intense hatred of the crown. Maybe it was something she would be able to discuss with them, find out what the root of this upset truly was.
She leaned back in the seat, closing her eyes and relaxing for the trip to the border...
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[i]The little girl sat in her room, humming as she drew in her sketch book. Her father, the king, entered.
"What are you doing my child?"
"Drawing."
The king's smile faltered. "I thought we talked about your drawings."
"They aren't real," the child said automatically, reciting what had been told to her countless times. "They are only in my mind. But Daddy, I can't help it. He asked to be drawn."
"He?"
The child nodded, holding up the drawing with a smile. "His name is Belias. He's my new friend."
The king looked upon the drawing, trying to hide his disgust. It was of a large red creature that looked to be part bull, part ram and part man. How could such an ugly creature come from the mind of his sweet child?
The king took the sketch book from her and closed it. "I think you are spending too much time with your... 'friends' Arysta. I do not want you to speak of them again. If they appear in your mind, you are to push them away. Do you understand?"
The child nodded sadly. "But Daddy-"
"I am serious. No more creatures. No more drawings. It isn't safe."
The little girl held back tears and nodded. "Yes Daddy..."
After he left, her friends roared inside her head in protest but she pushed them away as she had been told.
"I'm sorry," she whimpered, crying as their roars grew fainter. "I'm sorry..."
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Arysta jerked awake. It wasn't just the bad dream that had awoken her. The car had come to a stop.
"Stay here milady," the driver ordered. "The tires have been shot."
Shot? By who? And why?
The driver pulled a gun from his jacket. But the next instant his body jerked as a shot came through the window. Arysta screamed as blood sprayed across the seat from the bullet hole in his forehead. She clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle the scream.
Moments later footsteps could be heard outside.
"I heard her scream. She's in there."
"Well then go and get her. We don't have all day. And try to be gentle. She's not supposed to be hurt. Not yet anyway."
"Gentle. Right." These words were followed by a chuckle that made her blood run cold. Arysta looked around for some kind of weapon. All she had within reach were her shoes. The heels weren't that high, but they were thin enough to harm someone. She pulled off one and held it ready. She jumped when the door handle was shot off, destroying the lock. It was then wrenched open and the head of a large ugly man appeared. "Come out, come out princ-"
He was cut off by a blinding pain to his right eye, He fell backward, clutching his face and howling in pain. The heel of the shoe had cut the side of his face. An inch more over and she would have hit his eye.
"Bitch!" he shouted as she scrambled past him and tried to run. She threw her other shoe at the second man as she went, but didn't notice the third until it was too late. He caught her in his arms and held her firmly as she fought. He laughed. "And here we thought we were going to get a whimpering female. Nice surprise eh boys?"
"Speak for yourself," the injured one said. "I'm going to make you regret that you little bitch."
Arysta clawed at the arm of the man who held her. "Behave," he said, smoothing her hair back from her face. "Or we might have to disobey those orders not to hurt you."
"I am not going to roll over and play dead for you," she stated and threw her head back.
Her captor shouted in pain as the back of her head struck his nose. She heard it break. Her head was pounding and she felt dizzy but she took the opportunity to run anyway. She managed to make it to some rocks large enough to hide behind. But she knew it wouldn't be long before they found her, and they would be very, very angry as well.
Arysta began to pray to whatever god or goddess that happened to be listening. She prayed for help.
Will be posting as soon as I get home
Katie - Haywood - Emma
Katie didn't really know what was happening, but she was sure it wasn't going to be good.
A man appeared in the house. The little girl immediately moved towards Emma, her beacon of safety. Emma said they were going upstairs so Katie followed her. Once they were in a room Katie went to the bed and got under the covers, making herself a nest once again.
"Who was that man?" she asked, worry in her voice. "Is he scary too like that other man?"
Robert had taken on the role of the 'boogey-man' in Katie's mind. She could see him hiding in the closet or under the bed very easily. Even the compliment, that Katie had pretty eyes, sounded scary coming from him.
"Where is Bull?" she asked, turning her pleading eyes to Emma. "Can I please go see him? Please?"
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Jessalyn - House - Floyd / Abram
Jess woke alone once again, but with a smile. After coming to Floyd she'd had no more nightmares. He chased the monsters and the demons away for the night.
She stretched and got up, yawning. First thing she did was go back to the main bedroom and change. She didn't mind being in a nightgown around Floyd because they had been together for so long, but appearing one in front of other people was not something she was comfortable with.
She found a yellow and white sundress in the closet. It was a little on the short side for her tastes, so she slipped on a pair of jeans. After running her fingers through her hair, she went down the stairs.
In the kitchen / dining room what she found made her smile bright like the sun.
Floyd had made breakfast. It was simple, but it was something he had done for her just because he had wanted to. That meant more to her then a full continental breakfast at the finest hotel.
"Goodmorning," she said as she sat down. She kept her bright smile as she sipped her juice. She wasn't going to mention last night. Maybe if she acted like it was a normal thing, then maybe it would become a normal thing.
A sudden movement in her stomach made her gasp and her hand flew to her belly.
"oh!" she exclaimed as she felt it again. "He's kicking," she told Floyd. "Or she's kicking," she added.
Reaching over quickly, she grabbed his hand and pressed it to her stomach. A few seconds later the movement happened again. "There!" she exclaimed, looking at Floyd excitedly. "Do you feel it?! I can't believe it! I mean, I know I've been pregnant for a while now but still to actually feel it... this little person inside of me..." she cuddled her stomach. "It's an actual little human in there. A precious little being that will become it's own person."
She looked at Floyd, her eyes glowing with happiness at that moment.
"I haven't really thought about names that much," she admitted, somewhat ashamed. "I guess I'm not a very prepared mother," she paused a moment, then decided to just go for it. "What do you think? If it's a boy? Or a girl? What names do you like?"
Katie didn't really know what was happening, but she was sure it wasn't going to be good.
A man appeared in the house. The little girl immediately moved towards Emma, her beacon of safety. Emma said they were going upstairs so Katie followed her. Once they were in a room Katie went to the bed and got under the covers, making herself a nest once again.
"Who was that man?" she asked, worry in her voice. "Is he scary too like that other man?"
Robert had taken on the role of the 'boogey-man' in Katie's mind. She could see him hiding in the closet or under the bed very easily. Even the compliment, that Katie had pretty eyes, sounded scary coming from him.
"Where is Bull?" she asked, turning her pleading eyes to Emma. "Can I please go see him? Please?"
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Jessalyn - House - Floyd / Abram
Jess woke alone once again, but with a smile. After coming to Floyd she'd had no more nightmares. He chased the monsters and the demons away for the night.
She stretched and got up, yawning. First thing she did was go back to the main bedroom and change. She didn't mind being in a nightgown around Floyd because they had been together for so long, but appearing one in front of other people was not something she was comfortable with.
She found a yellow and white sundress in the closet. It was a little on the short side for her tastes, so she slipped on a pair of jeans. After running her fingers through her hair, she went down the stairs.
In the kitchen / dining room what she found made her smile bright like the sun.
Floyd had made breakfast. It was simple, but it was something he had done for her just because he had wanted to. That meant more to her then a full continental breakfast at the finest hotel.
"Goodmorning," she said as she sat down. She kept her bright smile as she sipped her juice. She wasn't going to mention last night. Maybe if she acted like it was a normal thing, then maybe it would become a normal thing.
A sudden movement in her stomach made her gasp and her hand flew to her belly.
"oh!" she exclaimed as she felt it again. "He's kicking," she told Floyd. "Or she's kicking," she added.
Reaching over quickly, she grabbed his hand and pressed it to her stomach. A few seconds later the movement happened again. "There!" she exclaimed, looking at Floyd excitedly. "Do you feel it?! I can't believe it! I mean, I know I've been pregnant for a while now but still to actually feel it... this little person inside of me..." she cuddled her stomach. "It's an actual little human in there. A precious little being that will become it's own person."
She looked at Floyd, her eyes glowing with happiness at that moment.
"I haven't really thought about names that much," she admitted, somewhat ashamed. "I guess I'm not a very prepared mother," she paused a moment, then decided to just go for it. "What do you think? If it's a boy? Or a girl? What names do you like?"
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