SmileyJaws

The Soft Winds (Small Town Sci Fi Mystery RP, Looking for Players)

@Gelatinous Cube@AdobeFlash Looking forward to this. Marko and this fucking pig (I kid) are probably going to butt heads a bit.

The Strumpet Inn (Fantasy Tavern)

Hey! Definitely interested still, I'll finish CS later.

[ICanBeAnyone] If Help Arrives [SmileyJaws]

The streets were quiet, the infected that had been around the shop and general area had moved on to another part of the city like a great hive mind when there was nothing to feed on here. A few stragglers remained but they were harmless once Marko kept his wits about him - he believed. He found it crazy what a month could do to infrastructure made by humans, without maintenance they really couldn't stand the test of time. Sure; looting, panic and the damn infected didn't help the situation but Marko felt now more than ever that an appropriate term for any built up area would be the concrete jungle.

"Holy... Shit." He uttered, catching an infected falling from the top of a high skyscraper. The fall seemed to take forever and Marko was mesmerized. Once the body had gone behind buildings blocking his line of sight he made a vocal gesture to Chief and the two continued stalking the streets.

Every car, van and truck they came across had been cleaned out of anything of much use. Most of what was left was a whole load of nothing. Marko approached a black, beaten up Volkswagen, the driver seat door had been pulled from it's hinge and the interior was in a general state of disarray. "Well, no biters anyway..." Marko looked down at Chief who was examining his own surroundings, "Alright." He slipped himself into the driver's seat. The vehicle wasn't going anywhere but he'd give it a good once over for anything useful.

"Bingo." He muttered, the word grabbing Chief's attention who was now also interested. Marko pulled a bottle of pills from the glove compartment and squinted as he read the label, "Oxycontin, huh?" He slipped the pill bottle into his jacket pocket. "I suppose we should get back or she'll be wondering if we're coming back at all."

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"Shit!" Marko hissed, "I think I'm stuck bud." Chief groaned, already inside the shop having being passed through the small open window by Marko. He pressed his palms firmly on the wall and began to pull, it seemed hopeless until like a bullet he flew through the window and crashed onto the floor.

[ICanBeAnyone] If Help Arrives [SmileyJaws]

I'm awake for a while yet, anyway! Sorry about the short post.

[ICanBeAnyone] If Help Arrives [SmileyJaws]

"I'm mighty glad that you and your dog were out here today. I thought for sure I was a goner."

He could sense a sourness to her tone as she said it. Not that Marko thought it was anything against him, the opposite in fact, he presumed that Ray had some things of her own she had to work through. "It's kind to be kind." He was paraphrasing and he knew it, but it felt appropriate to say, or something along those lines. Marko watched Chief, snoring quietly near Ray and decided it might be a good idea to get some sleep himself. "Here. Ray. I think I'm going to turn in myself." It didn't take long, Marko used his backpack like a pillow and the jacket he'd found to try keep himself warm.

Despite how exhausted he was, Marko found it hard to fall asleep that night. But eventually to the humming of a lamp post outside, the sound of the infected and his companions breathing he drifted off into the land of nod.

[ICanBeAnyone] If Help Arrives [SmileyJaws]

Just to keep us from running the night dry! :L Oh no, it's nearly 7am here and I hadn't noticed. :s

[ICanBeAnyone] If Help Arrives [SmileyJaws]

After my next post, do you want to move on to the next day? (:

[ICanBeAnyone] If Help Arrives [SmileyJaws]

Marko couldn't hide that he was impressed, ex-cop and a background in private security this was a kick-ass broad. "Looks like you're right, lady luck must have been shining on me, meeting you." The rest of the meal was silent other than Chief's sloppy eating and the sound of the infected piercing the walls of their shelter. It wasn't an awkward silence however, Marko would even say that those didn't exist anymore. This silence was different, reflective more than anything else as well as allowing some time to think - that was good for any man, woman or child facing the hellhole they called Earth.

"I hadn't heard that one." He told her in regards to the green beans, "Thanks." He added. Marko called Chief over when he was done eating and the two played for a while, it had been a long day on both of them but so was everyday now it seemed. Eventually Chief got tired of the attention and left Marko, picking his spot to lie down and sleep closer to the woman. "I didn't get your name." He sparked conversation, "I'm Marko."

The shop was just about bare. The canvas jacket was probably the best find for Marko, next to the chain that secured them in.

[ICanBeAnyone] If Help Arrives [SmileyJaws]

Now that there was some notion of security to the trio's hideout, Marko felt he could relax a little and actually even began to feel better. Irritating stomach discomfort and pains started and his headache subsided. Stalking the isles he found an old canvas jacket lying among a pile of junk. Upon examination, it appeared to be in quite good shape. Marko knew that if you didn't have anything leather, canvas was your next best shot at preventing zombie chompers penetrating your skin. They could break every bone in his arm for all he cared once they didn't turn him.

Marko wouldn't have admitted it but he got a little bit of a fright when Ray seemingly appeared from nowhere behind the aisles. He snickered at her comment and a thin smile crossed his lips as he watched Chief soaking up all the attention.

"Well I suppose we should get the doors closed and settle in, at least for the moment."

"Yeah." He agreed, slinging the chain through the handles and getting it tight as best he could. Without a padlock it would have to do. He checked the doors and when they barely budged he made his way back over to Chief, Ray and his rucksack. "So you're a cop then, right?" He eyed her, a mischievous yet innocent look plastered across his face. "First responder, yeah?" He reminded her, just in case she had forgotten about their conversation on the streets. Chief whined, lying down with paws over the face when Marko pulled a tin of dog food from his bag, the label had been torn off but it was Chief's favorite. He realized he was running low though and would have to find more or find something else for Chief to eat.

Marko was silent as he dished out Chief's food before pulling out two more tins. He tossed one towards Ray, "Hey! If it's good enough for Chief it's good enough for me." He gauged for her reaction before smirking looking down at the similar tins also lacking labels. "I'm just goofing with you." He paused until he had pried his tin open with his hunting knife, "Just beans."

Maple Leaf University

I'm up for brainstorming the relationship between the two if you are. (: