Roy Bivenmeijer
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"Because I'm used to killing animals"
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Mar 25, 2010 21:10:46 GMT -5
“Uh…Roy, Should we really be doing this?”
Damn, she was so awkward. THe blush on her face told him everything though. She was enjoying it, and she must've been missing him. Her breath had hitched at his mere touch. She had, by now, covered herself with her hands, and seemed subtly nervous. All Roy could muster was a gentle 'sshhh' before once again setting in.
He kissed her again, more gently this time, allowing his anger to boil under the surface. "We're relatively safe, hmm?" Left hand sliding to her waist and flnding the cold metal button on her jeans. "After all... you suggested it, hmm?" He set into her again, more ferociously this time, biting her lip and moving farther down her body. "Besides... It's not like anyone can walk in on us." Roy laughed mirthlessly, still exploring with his hands.
Finally breaking away from her, if only for a moment, Roy removed his own shirt quickly, the ever so slightly blood splattered flannel lighting onto the floor. He slid a hand under her as he fell back onto her, enjoying the heat radiating from Kami's body as he pressed his body to hers. Slowly, Roy moved down her exposed stomach, kissing and biting his way to her navel. And slowly, his left hand traced her inner thigh...
(A/N: Figured I could just go, as Kami and ROy are a bit... secluded...)
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Post by Shane Richardson on Apr 2, 2010 21:31:10 GMT -5
The moment he spotted Roy leading Kameko upstairs, Shane’s right eye twitched. He knew what Roy was planning on doing, he wasn’t stupid! And, knowing Roy, that cunning idiot probably locked the door to his room as well. Fuming he stalked over to Tara and, giving her an apologetic look much to his disdain, snatched the towel from her. The teenager then proceeded to head over to Mason and hold it out for him.
“Look, I know you don’t like me and I don’t like you, but…” Shane began in a low voice. “If you help me get inside Roy’s room I’ll owe you a big one. All I need you to do is break down the door. It’ll all make sense to you after you help me get inside his room.”
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Post by Mason Breaker on Apr 2, 2010 22:13:18 GMT -5
Mason was accepting the towel when Shane quickly grabbed it and handed it to him, followed by, “Look, I know you don’t like me and I don’t like you, but…”
Glorious understatement.
“If you help me get inside Roy’s room I’ll owe you a big one. All I need you to do is break down the door. It’ll all make sense to you after you help me get inside his room.”
Mason raised an eyebrow as he accepted the towel, quickly drying his head and arms before slinging in across his neck. He contemplated this for a few moments, before exhaling and turning towards the stairs. It didn't take a genius to know what was happening. Kameko and Roy, locked door, plus his own insight on such matters, it all added up pretty easily. And Mason knew that what the girl needed was first aid, water, and plenty of rest.
Heading up the stairs, he stopped in front of the door to the bedroom and, nodding back to Shane, drew back his fist, inhaled, and immediatly sent it right into the door. There was several splintering sounds and a loud creak, and with that, the door fell.
Stepping to the side, he motioned for Shane to go and do..... Whatever. But all he said was, "I'll hold ya' to it."
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Roy Bivenmeijer
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"Because I'm used to killing animals"
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Apr 2, 2010 22:47:46 GMT -5
BAM! Creeeaaaak...
Thankfully the bedside table prevented the door from falling IN, forcing the two outside the door to step to the side and giving Roy a moment to think on his feet. First off, he reached, grabbid his shirt, and threw it onto Kami as quickly as possable. He left her to button it as he grabbed some extra gauze from the first aid kit.
"...and this one on your chest looks- HOLY SHIT GUYS!" Roy pretended to be shocked (and pretended to be medicating Kameko, which was thankfully reinforced by the slight bandaging he'd done earlier) as the door fell out on his little party. He knew it looked suspicious enough, but he already had a backup for the bedside table. "I thought you'd try something like this Shane."
Roy dropped the gauze, standing slowly and glaring at Shane -not a hard task given their past. "I knew you were a creep, but really? You went THIS FAR just to sneak a peak at Kami?" He knew Shane would have sometihng witty for this, so he started once agan after a beat. "Yeah, I saw you lookin at her earlier. I even saw that hand of yours floatin down towards her- well... You know. Back when you were huggin' her." Roy was, by now, shirtless and out of the room. And right in Shane's face.
"I can't stand for this shit. You and me, outside, right the fuck now." He grabbed Shane by the collar and tugged.
Roy stormed down the stairs, half dragging Shane, ready to beat the living fuck out of him. He dropped the poor bastard- lightly, so as not to make the fight "unfair- at the lip of the stairs, opening the door and beckoning him outside. "That is... unless you're just a pussy under all that cool-as-ice bullshit."
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Post by Moro Ashford on Apr 3, 2010 9:43:33 GMT -5
Moro laughed, reaching over and gently prying the second bottle from Keith's hand. "It's the end of the world; I don't think the same rules apply." Nodding her thanks, she was about to begin work on the cap when there was a sudden commotion from upstairs. Turning slowly on the spot, the mechanic looked in time to bear witness to Shane's aided flight down the stairs. Roy was close on his heel, shouting obscenities.
"Here we go," she muttered. Shane deserved it, she supposed- hell, she wouldn't be lifting a finger to spare him. She couldn't exactly blame Roy for flipping at him for the interruption. But this constant back and fourth was getting tiresome.
Shaking her head, Moro turned her back on the scene, facing Keith and Tara again. In an attempt at conversation, the young woman glanced over the open cupboards and drawers. "So, based on food supply, how long do you think we can hide out here?"
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Post by Keith the Great on Apr 3, 2010 16:25:59 GMT -5
Keith blinked, still teetering on the edges of responsibility while Moro took her own bottle. In the end, he simply shrugged. It wasn’t worth arguing over. “Fine,” he sighed, rolling his eyes. “Jus’ don’t tell no one. I got things ta be arrested for ‘sides givin’ alcohol to a minor.” He’d only just begun sifting through drawers for silverware (a bottle opener would be nice, but his reckless living down South had taught him how to open a beer bottle with anything; even a spoon would do) when he heard footsteps stomping down the stairs. Definitely not a good sign.
Of course, the two on their way down were the most hotheaded of the bunch. (Who else would it be?) Keith frowned, once again forced to make a decision. This one was much simpler: no way in hell he was putting himself in Roy’s path of destruction. Besides, Mason had already gone up to get the little troublemakers; the big bear of a man could handle things way better than the hobo could.
Instead he focused on Moro’s absurd idea, giving her a confused look. “Wait, ‘hide out’?” he inquired, his tone suggesting that the phrase was unfamiliar. Absently, he resumed digging through drawers. “I ain’t hidin’ out. See, I’ma catch me a chopper an’ go find m’buds. I ain’t the waitin’ sort.” Upon discovering a well-dented bottle opener, he swiftly cracked the cap off his own bottle before tossing the device over his shoulder and assuming Moro could catch. “Is ev’ryone else stayin?”
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Post by Shane Richardson on Apr 3, 2010 17:31:03 GMT -5
What a horny, sick bastard he is! Shane thought angrily as he witnessed Roy putting up an act of tending to Kameko’s wounds. Does he seriously think he can fool Mason and I that easily?
Before he could open his mouth to say anything he was backing up slightly as the crazy idiot decided to get all up in his personal space. The teenager had to stop himself from making a sharp retort as he listened to Roy rant about him looking at Kameko in a non-sisterly way. When Roy started dragging him downstairs he wasn’t really surprised. Beating and or possibly murdering people was like heroine for the huntsman and Shane didn’t like the idea of being one of Roy’s next victims.
Surprisingly Roy let go of him at the end of the stairs. Shane watched as he opened the door and beckoned him outside. His eyes narrowed as the man proceeded to call him a pussy and from the corner of his vision he saw Moro shaking her head as she witnessed the scene. He understood her actions. The woman was tired of all the back-and-forth between him and Mason or Roy and he couldn’t blame her. He himself was getting tired of it as well.
“Roy, I don’t care what you accuse me of, but I’m not going to fight you.” Shane spoke, meeting the man’s gaze without flinching. “I didn’t interrupt your little party to sneak a peek at your girlfriend; I interrupted your party because it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what you two were doing. If you honestly care about her then you would have helped her with her wounds instead of trying to get into her pants.” This last part, Shane made sure to say loud enough for the others to hear.
With nothing more to say to Roy, he shoved his hands into his pockets and turned on his heels to head back upstairs.
Reentering Roy’s room he found Kameko, embarrassed, sitting up on the man’s bed. She looked up when he entered, but quickly looked back down. Shane stood at the foot of the bed gazing down at her before shrugging and reaching for the first-aid kit.
“Let Doctor Shane fix you up,” he murmured as he dug around in the kit before finding a couple of alcohol swaps. While this was happening Kameko still wasn’t looking at him. Shane sighed. “Kameko, it’s okay. You don’t have to be embarrassed.” He paused. “Okay, yeah. You should be embarrassed, but I’m not going to mess with you about it.”
The little Asian looked up in surprise as he began dabbing at a nasty wound on her arm. She winced at the sting. “Ow…” she hissed.
Shane looked up, his eyes clouded in regret. “Was this where the witch got you?” he whispered as he stared at the long, jagged claw mark on her right arm.
“Y-yeah.” Kameko nodded. She stared at him quizzically. “Roy told me you kicked at my supposed corpse. Is that true.”
The boy flinched as if the words had stabbed him. “Yes, its true.” Shane replied as he prepared a needle and thread. “I’m going to stitch it up. Tell me if it hurts.”
He felt the teenage girl staring at him as he began his work delicately. He thanked God he had been a veterinarian assistant or he wouldn’t have known what the hell he was doing. A small smile formed on his features as he recalled having to stitch up a puppy after it had to get surgery. He remembered feeling nervous as he moved the needle back-and-forth to seal the cut, wondering if he was doing the right thing. The next day when he came in for work, he was greeted with a small bundle of black fur rolling and chasing after a bouncy ball.
“How do you*flinch*know how to do this?” Kameko asked, trying to focus on something other than the cold item against resealing her flesh.
Shane didn’t look up from his work. “I was a veterinarian assistant.” he replied.
“Really?” Kameko grew excited.
“I used to be, not anymore.” he said coolly.
Her excitement vanished. “Why did you quit? Did you not like it?”
“Oh I liked it, thought it was very rewarding.” Shane finished stitching and moved to tackle with her other various cuts. “But then I started hanging out with the wrong people. You’d think I get fired, right? Nah, I just quit to hang out with my ‘buddies’.” He made quotation marks with his fingers.
Kameko didn’t reply as he lifted up Roy’s shirt a little. He looked up apologetically, but she waved an absent-minded hand to tell him it was okay. She heard a little ‘Huh!’ and saw Shane reaching back for the needle and thread. Oh god, what did he have to stitch up now?
“I’m going to say these came from a hunter?” Shane murmured as he eyed the cuts on her stomach. She nodded and he sighed. “How come those idiots haven’t looked at this before?”
“Don’t call them idiots!” Kameko slapped him upside the head. “That’s the problem with you Shane! Nobody likes you because whenever you open your damn mouth is to pick a fight with someone!”
“My bad!” snapped Shane and quieted as he began stitching up the hunter’s claw marks.
“And they tried to look after it, but I wasn’t letting them.” Kameko explained. “I sorta…went crazy for a minute.”
“So that’s why you tried to kill yourself?” Shane guessed. “You seem like a sweet, friendly girl and only lord knows why you would try to be suicidal without thinking about your teammates first.”
The girl didn’t respond and simply watched him. Fifteen minutes seemed like a century to her when Shane finally finished. She sighed and lay back down on Roy’s bed, suddenly exhausted. Shane got to his feet.
“Take it easy for a while.” he instructed. “And if any of your wounds open back up inform me immediately. Right now just go to sleep.”
Kameko yawned as she shifted into a comfortable position. “Thanks Shane…” she murmured and closed her eyes.
“No problem.” the teenager murmured before leaving the room.
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Post by Mason Breaker on Apr 3, 2010 19:41:27 GMT -5
Mason watched as Roy flipped his lid at Shane's entrance, not willing to take a side. But for once, he sided with Shane's belief that Kameko needed medical attention. Not screwing her senseless. Wrong time for it, really.
But imagine his surprise when Shane returned upstairs, unharmed. So had he just..... Declined fighting Roy? It was either common sense and the fact that Kameko needed help..... Or he had beaten Roy single handedly or left him in the hands of a special infected. The first seemed more likely. And he'd humor that thought.
As Shane went about fixing up Kameko (And questioning the various wounds), Mason stood next to the doorway, because in the back of his head, he knew that Roy would not like being denied, storm back up here, and beat Shane till a Horde showed up. And if that happened, he'd probably shoot him, claim he was turning, and tell Kameko and Mason to never speak of it. So to prevent such a tragedy, the Irishman stood as a block.
As he stood, he drifted in and out of his thoughts. Where to now? Was there enough food to last them till they had to continue on? Would they be able to hold off a Horde? Was that thunder he had just heard and would there be some supplies that they could use to fix the hole in the ceiling. (As a constrution worker, holes in ceilings bothered him. Unless it was for decoration or emergency purposes. But this was not such a ceiling hole. This was a hole that asked for them all to get wet and let infected sneak in.)
But not too much later, Shane exited the room, which probably meant that Kameko was all patched up and was gonna get sleep. A good idea. However, Mason still had to do one important thing to do.
Walking as quietly as he could, which was had to do on a wooden floor with his weight, size and wearing boots. But he tried, and upon reaching Kameko's side, he gently laid his hand on her head.
"S' good ta have you back with us, lass. Sleep well." Was what he spoke softly to her. With that done, he exited the room and went back downstairs, a small smile on his face. But what did he find? Moro with a beer and Keith still in the fridge. But now was when he was reminded of something. He was getting hungrey!
"Oy, Keith! Whatdowe' got in there? I'm starvin', don't know about you."
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Post by Moro Ashford on Apr 4, 2010 12:44:56 GMT -5
“I ain’t hidin’ out. See, I’ma catch me a chopper an’ go find m’buds. I ain’t the waitin’ sort.” Absently reaching out for the falling bottle opener, Moro fell silent and turned her gaze toward the floor. “Is ev’ryone else stayin?”
"I...don't know. We'll see what happens." The agreed plan had been, of course, to head directly to Nevan and to look for the evac station and get the hell out of this nightmare; even as they set out, however, Moro had had her doubts. Her faith in the government was slight, if any- she didn't expect there to be anyone at the evac station. However, she wouldn't be crushing Keith's hopes of finding a helicopter. If the group was set on going to Nevan, then she would follow; and then take it from there.
Forcing gloomy notions aside, she smiled and nodded as Mason entered. "No blood, then?" she asked, referring to the noise that had been out in the hall.
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Post by Keith the Great on Apr 5, 2010 21:50:58 GMT -5
Keith, who wasn’t one to dwell on issues that weren’t openly trying to murder him, simply shrugged. The others’ might have been uncertain, but either way the Southerner’s plans didn’t change. “Alrighty then,” he chirped, turning back to the fridge for lack of anything better to do. Maybe he could make a snack or something to bring on the trip.
Right on cue, Mason stuck his head through the door, inquiring as to the very thing Keith was searching for. Stepping back, the hobo made a quick and very exaggerated show of contemplating the fridge’s contents. “Well, lessee,” he said, “we got meat, meat, meat, this pound ‘a pink stuff that might be meat, meat, beer, an’ whatever you can dig outta the cab’nets.” He grinned and jerked a thumb towards the breadbox, Tara’s discovery. “We got enough for sanwiches, though, so knock yerself out.”
It wasn’t until Moro brought it up that Keith recalled the fight. More importantly, he recalled how he had decided not to interfere and let someone else (‘someone else’ being the tough-guy, Mason) handle it. “Oh, right!” he chirped, taking a moment to try and listen for signs of a fight from the next room. If there was a brawl, it was a damn quiet one. “They settle it already? Damn, I didn’t think ‘em the type ta let things go. Either of ‘em break anything, bones or otherwise?”
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Post by Mason Breaker on Apr 10, 2010 15:23:38 GMT -5
Satisfied with the selection of meats, Mason decided he might as well answer the other questions before he got something in his stomach.
"Nope. No physical fighting at least. No broken bones, no blood. Nothin'." The man scratched his beard thoughtfully. "Although..... Knowing Roy, he's not just gonna let this go. Not at all. I'll be keeping an eye on them, don't worry none."
That out of the way, Mason went over to the meats and breads and began fashioning a simple meat sandwich. It would have been nice to have some vegatables or something to go with it, but beggers can't be choosers, right?
As he fixed his food, another thought crossed his mind. "Ah, while I'm thinking abo't it....." He turned away from the sandwich.
"How well do you think we would be able to hold off a horde from here?"
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Post by Moro Ashford on Apr 11, 2010 12:24:17 GMT -5
At this, Moro glanced up, her gaze flickering from Mason's face to Keith's. Her guilt at mentioning setting up base here had subsided; the Irishman seemed to share a similar idea.
Allowing a moment to pass, the mechanic stepped away from the wall against which she had been leaning and crossed the space, pensively passing her beverage between her hands.
"There's a decent-sized hole in the roof," she said slowly, "I'd worry that a smoker would hang us from there. The back end of the house seems sturdy, though, so as long as we would avoid the main sitting area, I think we could do okay." Grey eyes glanced almost apologetically in Keith's direction.
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Post by Keith the Great on Apr 11, 2010 15:16:42 GMT -5
Keith frowned when the next question out of Mason’s mouth hinted that the man was on the ‘hiding out’ boat. He began to open his mouth for a snide remark on his team’s laziness when he caught sight of Moro’s face.
She didn’t look like she was gloating. Back home, anyone would have turned around and laughed, glad to have someone on their side. (Granted, anyone back home would have also jumped at the chance to race ahead and find their friends, but that was another point entirely.) The ‘laziness’ quip died in his throat, and the hobo shrugged. He wasn’t going to force anyone to go along.
He let Moro finish her own observation (In fact, he came across the slightly interesting information that there was a hole in the roof; he didn’t recall even seeing it) before piping up himself.
“Alright, y’all have fun with that,” he said with a dismissive wave. Figuring he ought to explain, he continued, “I’ma pack a lunch, take a nap, an’ go on. Gotta find Dave an’ El, y’know?” Unconcerned, he snatched his own box of what he hoped was safe-to-eat deli meat and snuck a few slices of bread from over Mason’s shoulder.
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Post by Mason Breaker on Apr 11, 2010 15:37:35 GMT -5
"Now hold up there Keith." Mason gently interrupted Keith's declaration of leaving. And he could understand where he was coming from, he wanted to find his friends, and the irishman wanted to find his daughter. Neither would be accomplished by staying here.
"I didn't say we should stay here; I have to find my daughter. And I ain't gonna find her here. So you ain't leavin' without me, lad."
Offering a warm smile, he patted Keith on the shoulder as he stood to the side so he could eat his sandwich.
"I only ask becuase knowing our luck, a Horde will show up."
Looking over at Moro however, his heart fell a bit when he saw her face. She really was in no condition to continue. Neither was Kameko.............
"But we can rest here for a bit. We can take the risk of missing the evac, they might leave a radio to call for another one."
Taking a bite of his sandwich, (And silently thankful that the meat was still in condition.), he smiled inwardly at the thought of finally finding Dahlia.
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Post by Moro Ashford on Apr 12, 2010 20:06:57 GMT -5
(Oops XD I thought I remembered someone describing the cabin's roof being caved in, or something.)
Moro dropped her gaze, her jaw clenching unconsciously. Right. His daughter.
The swell of guilt returned in force; avoiding eye contact with her two friends, she took a swig of her drink and wandered off to the opposing side of the room. She pulled open a random cabinet and half-heartedly investigated, her mind in other places.
She was being selfish. The mechanic had lost everything- she didn't have anyone she was looking for. Her priority, now, was to keep herself and her companions alive. Had she someone she was desperate to find, then she would, too, have leapt at the minute possibility that the government would be waiting for them at the church. As it were....
A sudden wave of nausea overcame her. The mechanic coughed, pressing one hand to her mouth and attempting to resist the bile rising in her throat. Dread and confusion momentarily paralyzed her, then with the crash of the bottle slipping from her fingers she sprinted from the kitchen, barreling past Roy, still fuming in the front room, and banged into the bathroom. She had barely fallen to her knees at the rim of the toilet when the sickness overcame her. There she knelt for a near two minutes, her mind blank aside from an accumulating fear. No, no, no....
Trembling, the mechanic reached weakly for the flush and dragged herself back to her feet. Twisting the spout, she rinsed her mouth and then shrugged out of her hoodie, letting it drop to the floor. The underside of her arms were little more than a patch of rough scabs, tinged a sickly green. It had been countless days since her encounter with the hunter; she had thought herself in the clear. Maybe for common infected. The witch that Shane killed flickered in her mind.
Closing her eyes, Moro released a soft breath. Damnit.
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