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Post by Whitie on Jun 21, 2012 18:25:37 GMT -5
Roland flinched from the sudden hand that was planted upon his mouth. His eyes opened as far as they could as they snapped immediately to see that it was the young woman from before. After a moment, they relaxed, although his body was still filled to the brim with fright. His attention shifted over towards the opening of the drainage pipe upon hearing footsteps, which were soon followed by a pair of legs that belonged to one of the bikers. A spark of alarm shot into his mind, but he remained still for the sake of not wanting to be found.
Oh how he wished to vanish at that very moment and be out of this wretched drainage pipe. The musky smell wasn’t pleasant at all, for the air was dank and the fact that those bikers were so close caused him to nearly have a panic attack.
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Post by Whitewhisker on Jun 21, 2012 18:30:51 GMT -5
Aaron felt him flinch under her touch but she didn't release it any. Instead she just continued to stare at the legs that eventually moved away. Not yet did she sigh or relax, instead she stayed taunt and alert, her hand still upon his mouth in case they were beside the drainage pipe where they couldn't see. But after a few minutes that felt like hours a voice hollered and the sound of bikes starting up followed. As they pulled away only then did a sigh escape her from the breath she didn't realize that she had been holding and she released her hand from his mouth. Slowly, she crawled passed him and peeked out. All was clear thankfully so she crawled the rest of the way out and dusted herself off.
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Post by Whitie on Jun 21, 2012 18:39:19 GMT -5
Roland hesitated as the young woman left the pipe, as he was still cautious about biker’s sudden appearance. But if she had left then that must mean that the coast was clear. After a moment of sitting there, he gathered up the courage to crawl out and set foot upon the dusty terrain. His hands absentmindedly wiped away the excess dirt and grime from his attire as he looked around with an intent gaze.
The thought of helping that young woman was questionable now, being that he figured that the folks that had taken her belongings surely would have attacked those bikers. She had to have been lying. Goes to show you cannot trust anyone, as much as it pained him to admit.
He passed her a suspicious look before moving away from her, deciding to carry on with his travels once more. Hopefully, he’d come across a small settlement or a home and the people would be generous and hospitable. Times were tough and so it was up in the air how some person would react to seeing the likes of him.
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Post by Whitewhisker on Jun 21, 2012 22:41:31 GMT -5
Aaron placed her hands upon her hips as she glanced around, not seeing anyone or anything. It was like the bikers hadn't even been here. Looking over her shoulder to the man as she heard him too dusting off, she didn't miss his suspicious glance. Her game was up, it was proof by the look upon his face before he started to move away. "Where do you think your going?" she demanded, her tone totally different now. It was a commanding one, a tone only a person with confidence could have. "I'm not done with you yet. And how on earth did you plan to 'retrieve' my things if you can't even keep quiet under pressure?" Aaron questioned as she marched over, her stride catching her up to him and in one swift move she had his gun.
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Post by Whitie on Jun 21, 2012 22:55:11 GMT -5
That intense fear returned to him like a tidal wave, his body froze as if he were a marble statue. Speech escaped him as his thoughts disappeared from him mind leaving nothing but a blank state of conscious. The pressure of the situation was similar to the occurrence with the bikers when the accident happened. Roland felt faint. His legs were feeble beneath the burden of his terror. His gut was filled to the brim with fluttering butterflies.
“I-I-I just wanted to, uh, to help,” Roland stammered with his hands raised some to express his surrender. His breathing was uneven, his eyebrows were raised to further express how pathetically afraid he was. At times like these he wished he were stronger. He wished he was brave like so many others were. But Roland was the opposite of brave. He was nothing but a coward and it showed like blaze orange against a forest background.
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Post by Whitewhisker on Jun 21, 2012 23:02:06 GMT -5
"ugh" she huffed, shaking her head at him as the color vanished from him when he started to feel faint and his legs looked to almost give way. Unchambering the bullet she had cocked back, she tossed the gun aside and crossed her arms over her chest, her blue eyes now glaring at him. "And what did you plan to do? Beg for it back?" she rolled her eyes before glancing off down the road the bikes had went. "Look, your too pathetic to mug or kill so I won't. Besides, I had no plans to kill someone willing to help anyways despite the fact they wouldn't be able to do much." she said, looking back to him with a raised eyebrow. "But they will be back so I suggest we find cover"
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Post by Whitie on Jun 21, 2012 23:17:36 GMT -5
Roland had released a heavy sigh of relief as he lowered his hands to his side, before shifting his messenger bag a little with his gaze lowered. Sometimes, it paid off being a skittish person but the insults that came along with the package were hurtful. He would have tried to fight the people, even if it pained him to do so, but he remained silent as she spoke and simply nodded his head in reply.
“Shelter would be good,” he managed to say before he walked over and picked up the firearm she had tossed aside. Roland dusted it off, ridding it of the dirt before slipping it into the makeshift holster he had made from some leather he found, a belt, and cloth. It worked for the most part, but he hoped to come across something studier that would last.
He scanned the area from where he stood and could see the lands were desolate and laid to waste, except for the road and the construction site nearby. Finding shelter along the road was going to prove difficult given the current circumstance with the bikers using this road like a high-way. Such a fact heightened his paranoia.
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Post by Whitewhisker on Jun 21, 2012 23:31:01 GMT -5
"I've got to go get my stuff. I'm sure we can find shelter in the construction site. They won't be back since they didn't see anyone here besides to pass by" Aaron said before turning away and walking off from him. To find her stuff wouldn't be so difficult. Though she had hidden it well, she at least had left it by a land mark. A bush that was leaning over onto its side much like it had been run over and a sapling. Now fully grown it seemed a bit strange but the plant was a survivor much as she was too.
Her mind then wandered back to the man she was planning on taking shelter with tonight. Who was he? And why was he so quick to agree? It seemed though with his personality and hers too that it was obvious who the boss was. How had such a push over managed to survive this long? It was a mystery to her but not one she planned on figuring out. After sunup she would be leaving him and every memory of him behind.
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Post by Whitie on Jun 21, 2012 23:51:05 GMT -5
Roland held his ground as he glanced this way and that, his expression was curious, although a glint of uncertainty shown in his eyes. This young woman had turn on him on a dime, so why should he even bother? He knew he was weak and she showed strength that was why. This made him feel even more dismal than before. His gaze lowered, hands stuffed in his pockets as a breeze whirled about and teased his beard and the hairs that peaked out from beneath his hat.
A sigh escaped his lips as he looked up, his self confidence had depleted after the current events that had taken place. This had gone and showed him how worthless he truly was. Perhaps his mother was wrong about her judgment? She said the world needed more kindness, but kindness had only wound him up in his given state. Roland kicked at the ground as he looked down the road, left and then right and left again. He could almost imagine the bikers appearing over the horizon
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Post by Whitewhisker on Jun 22, 2012 12:19:26 GMT -5
Aaron didnt waste any time ofln getting to her things and getting back. Staying out in the open would have been sheer idiocy had she wouldnt have that. Staying at a light jog, her eyes remained ever watchful as she looked this way and that for any potential threats. If only she had something to drive, a truck or anything like that that would run over a bike like a speed bump. The image in her mind upon that thought made her laugh. Mayne she could find one on that construction site or get one of the equipment to run. A backhoe couldnt run fast but it sure could do damage if she figured out how to run it.
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Post by Whitie on Jun 22, 2012 12:41:22 GMT -5
Keeping an ever so watchful post, Roland continued to feel on edge. Every little sound caused him to flinch and experience a flighty yearning, but he remained where he was. Of course, he wished to get a move on and leave this area. What was he waiting for? He hadn’t a clue as to who this person was and she even held him up at gun point a couple of minutes ago.
He was torn. Something deep down inside him wished for him to stay, but his mind stated otherwise. She was a stranger to him, which caused the red flags of alarm to go off in his mind. Roland bit the inside of his lower lip as he looked down the road, his feet shifting as he took a step but then paused. His gaze shifted towards the construction site once more, his mind boggled as to what to do. Leaving and heading off would be for the best, but with those bikers that had gone passed he was scared to carry on out in the open like so.
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Post by Whitewhisker on Jun 22, 2012 21:45:47 GMT -5
As she retrieved her backpack and turned around she couldn't believe she saw him just standing up there where she had left him. Why wasn't he finding a place to stay for the night and possibly find anything useful? A shake of her head followed and she wondered what it was that had made her take pity on him and not take him from his misery by placing a bullet in his head. Oh well she supposed, it was always a chance she could still do that. A smirk trailed its way across her face as she jogged back, the thought still upon her mind as she reached him. "Standing there sure does get things done" she commented as she passed him without slowing down and ventured farther into the construction site. The sun was already touching the horizon and soon dark would take over.
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Post by Whitie on Jun 22, 2012 21:56:18 GMT -5
Roland had parted his lips to argue but closed his mouth as he followed after her in the manner of a lost puppy. “Well, there is strength in numbers as they say, so I thought it would be good to time up. Maybe for a little bit or so. Oh! I’m Roland by the way,” he piped up, feeling meek as he felt that he was probably annoying the young woman. He always felt as though he gave that impression to someone with how skittish and weak of a person he was.
His pace was steady, his gaze glancing here and there as he was too humiliated to look at her. Roland wanted to smack himself across the face for even suggesting such and idea. For all he knew she would kill him at any given second. He was just being too nice, too fearful, too everything that was the opposite of strong and bold.
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Post by Whitewhisker on Jun 22, 2012 22:13:48 GMT -5
Team up? What kind of team would it be? Her bossing him around on doing everything? Though it would seem easier with an extra set of eyes looking about. He was skittish enough she didn't think a mouse could scamper by without him flinching. "Okay" she said dismissively agreeing with his suggestion though she didn't really know just how long this 'team' should last. At his mention of a name, she glanced back at him, her eyes studying. That name had been familiar but she wasn't sure where. At this point she really didn't care though. "Sarah" she lied, giving him a false name. Aaron didn't want anyone knowing who she was as the bounty upon her return was beyond ridiculous she thought.
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Post by Whitie on Jun 22, 2012 22:37:09 GMT -5
With a simple nod of his head, that was that. Roland would just have to buck up and keep it together to prove he wasn’t just a skittish deer. He was twenty-five years-old for crying out loud. Of course, with all the happenings that have been going on all around him he had a hard time keeping it together. Every passing day he would almost expect the bikers taking his life because of that damned bounty resting on his head. Perhaps he could learn something from Sarah. Maybe. It was a far stretch, but a little courage would do him wonders.
He continued to follow after her, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. A cawing crow flew overheard, its silhouette momentarily blotting out the sun before it passed and perched itself atop of a dump truck. Its black, beady eyes kept a careful watch on the two as its head cocked this way and that. Roland looked away from the black bird, feeling judged with its eyes set on him.
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