DAY-z rp part 3

Erleiden: :p
Eliy: /me flicks your nose
Erleiden: So mean.
Erleiden: Hey Jim.
Eliy: I'm not mean
Eliy: I can be mean.
Eliy: But I'm not.
Erleiden: Then why do you flick the nose :c
Eliy: were is my drunk walk -.-
JimStepford: Finally not frozen lol
JimStepford: Kind...of....
Erleiden: D:
Eliy: gotta shake off the rest of that lag
JimStepford: It's my computer. I put Sims 4 on it, and if I don't restart it after playing on it, it slows it way the fuck down
Eliy: well restart and I'll reinvite you
Eliy: cause room switching and all that stuff during roleplay might crash you
JimStepford: Nah it's fine now. It's just the loading that's slow. It's loaded now.
Eliy: alright~
Eliy: well whats up with y'all
Erleiden: I had pizza.
Eliy: course
Eliy: back in my day pizza use to be special
Erleiden: I'm probably older than you.
Erleiden: >.>
Eliy: A rare american dish good for any time
Eliy: I'm the oldest in here
Eliy: <.<
Erleiden: Probably not, I'm pretty old.
JimStepford: I'm the oldest one here lol. If you're not older than thirty, I don't even want to hear it.
Eliy: xD
Erleiden: Aw man
Eliy: Yeah
Eliy: Jim shut you up
JimStepford: XDD
Erleiden: You shut up too though because reasons.
Eliy: Nope
Eliy: Still talking
Erleiden: WELL SO AM I
Eliy: only cause I allow it
Erleiden: Pfft.
Erleiden: Because I allow it cause it's MY mouth.
Eliy: so we left off
Eliy: >.>
Eliy: not even gonna start
Eliy: Anyways
Erleiden: We fucked up and Nancy dropped the microwave.
Eliy: y'all fucked up*
Eliy: I was exploring
JimStepford: Lol a friend of mine called me a "fat dyke tranny pig" a few minutes ago. There's so much wrong with that sentence I don't even know where to begin, lol.
Eliy: Fat/Dyke/ Tranny/ Pig
Eliy: just..
Eliy: -3-
JimStepford: Right? I'm sitting here like...I am a fat FAGGOT tranny pig, motherfucker, get that shit right.
Erleiden: Why would a friend say that, they sound like an ass >.>
JimStepford: Let's just say they're no longer a friend of mine, lol.
Eliy: was it your friend from last time?
JimStepford: They got angry because I told them that calling someone an "ugly tranny" was un-ladylike (he was talking shit to a closer friend of mine) and BOOM! The mother-fucker has risen. But I know how to utilize a block button, lmao.
JimStepford: Which one, Noms?
Eliy: the one that watched us roleplay
JimStepford: Oh God no, lmao.
JimStepford: Hop would never talk to me that way. He knows better.
Eliy: you own him huh
Eliy: *whip sounds*
JimStepford: Not quite. I own rec. Talking down to me or about me is the quickest way to get yourself chased off of the site by a few thousand strong hoard of angry recmemers
Eliy: Recmemers x3
JimStepford: It's what they like to call themselves.
JimStepford: But yeah, the boy who decided to call me that is now dealing with a large number of angry individuals. Just gonna leave them to the hyenas. We rping?
Eliy: 2/3 of us are dressed IC
Eliy: I need to get ooc up I guess
JimStepford: We all look dressed up to me.
JimStepford: ((Gonna grab a quick smoke now so I don't interrupt the rp later. Brb))
Erleiden: ((tyt!))
Eliy: tyt
JimStepford: ((Back.))
Erleiden: WB!
JimStepford: Ty! :D
Eliy: a repeative cough followed by a choke after came from one of the bodies as he walked closer to the scene the group was laid out flat infront of him which was an obvious sign for any normal person to leave yet, he had to get some information on the situation he crept over to the man coughing he wasn't a normal citizen obviously his group was in military outfits holding military weapons he knelt down to the man looking around "Help our base isn't to far off...we need-" hunt pulls out a pistol pressing it to the mans forehead, the mans eyes widen he lifts his hand up pushing back hunts face as he to pulled the trigger quickly and silently ending the mans life unnoticed due to one of the silencers he just picked up he then checks the mans body looking for orders finding nothing he takes his rifle after putting his side arm on safety and in his belt loop muttering things to himself as he begins searching a gargling snarl was close by whatever it was it sounded weak and that seemed like a good chance to find what was attacking the town. walking abit futher Hunt came across one of the creatures it's flesh looked torn apart but human bith an enlarged bone structure its eyes were back in the sockets and teeth exposed completely which were sharp along with long arms and legs bullet holes riddled it's body hunter pulled out his pistol one more time getting up close to it which it responded by snapping at him crawling towards him, Hunt took a few shots at it from a distance unloading a clip into it a few shots hit it's head putting it down his eyes grew wide.."I need to bring you to my base and figure out what you are...even though I'm not a scientist..I can figure this out..google...google knows everything.." he kicked the body no longer worried about looking for papers as he reloaded his pistol just incase he grabbed the creatures arm pulling on it as he started to make his way to the spot where he left his supplies he gathered from the store once he made it he began making his way back to meet up with everyone although it would take sometime since he had to drag a corpse back with him but on the bright side he had company that wouldn't mind his rambling as he made his way back.
JimStepford: Once they'd gotten safely into the warehouse, Malvo began putting away supplies that he and Nancy had gathered, as well as any Quiven had gathered if she allowed. Otherwise, he left the woman alone. He wasn't about to turn her upside down by her ankles and empty her pockets. To him, this really should be an every man for himself ordeal and if he'd come across a supply or two he did not feel the need to share (which was not hte case this time around) then he wouldn't want someone demanding it of him either. Nancy helped but still seemed blue over the loss of the microwave. Looking to Quiven she whispered to her, "Are you okay? I'm sorry..." Malvo glanced at Nancy briefly upon hearing this, looking between the two of them in meager curiosity before going back to what he was doing. The amount of fucks he gave was minimal.
Erleiden: She stepped into the warehouse and went to her mattress to put her shotgun down as quickly as she could. Quiven brushed her auburn tendrils from her eyes and pulled out the handgun she found from behind her back and sat it down along with the shotgun. Her fingers reached for the bullets she’d found then began to pull out all of the money she’d found in the gas station, carefully counting it out. Quiven flinched when her ears spied the sound of Nancy’s whispers. “It’s fine.” She told her flatly as she went to load up the handgun with its bullets. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” Quiven murmured as she cocked the handgun and replaced it in the back of her jeans. Still a little shaken up by their encounter with the-‘thing’. She gathered up her coins and raggedy bills with both hands. “I don’t need this.” She told the girl as she handed the money over to her and then reached for her shotgun so that it could resume its duty in her grasp. Quiven inhaled deeply through her nose and exhaled from her lips to calm herself. “So now what?” She asked in a bit of a monotone.
Eliy: "I need a hoodie you know that?....all black I should go back home and grab one with some more equipment, if you guys would have gave some type of warning I would have been more prepaired you know?" Hunt had made it back into the warehouses dragging the corpse he went through an entrance taking him directly to his shack in the little field pushing the door open with his back his sweater was all bloody along with his face from his encounter with the soilder he talked to the corpse the whole way like it was alive and able to understand him "I have my collage hoodie from Innsmouth but thats in a box around here...it was a terrible deal over there...sad how things ended up..." he dragged the corpse through the field then set it on the wall by the door taking his hat off he leaned back pressing his fist into his back cracking it then set down his bag looking around for his group. "Do your kind eat people or just kill them off...I wonder if they made it back.." He bit the inside of his cheek reaching in his pocket he grabbed the key to his door unlocking it and lifting it up he dragged the body into his shack, he threw the body down then ran out running towards the warehouse. "FUCK!!!!"
JimStepford: Nancy flinched slightly at Quiven's response as if expecting her to yell. Accepting the money, she stared at it quietly before walking back over to Malvo and handing it to him. He folded it and placed it in a small tin box, setting it atop the counter. If it was needed, it would be there. Finishing placing the full gas cannisters towards the back of the warehouse so their achrid smell and fumes would not effect the main area the three were in, he wiped his hands and looked to the door where they'd come through. "I guess we wait." He stated back in terse calm. Checking the sink to see if it had running water, he was pleasantly surprised to find it running. Barely any pressure but it was better than nothing. Washing the gasoline off of his hands, then washing the sweat off of his face, he smoothed his dark hair back over his skull. "I wonder if there are showers in here somewhere?" He whispered aloud to himself, sweeping his gaze around to see if there were any tale-tell doors such as bathrooms. He couldn't imagine why there would be showers in a warehouse but one never knew. There were beds, but then again, Crazy probably brought those in, which was...fortunate. He might need to reconsider calling Crazy Crazy.
Erleiden: She pursed her lips at Malvo’s reply and she nodded as if she was accepting of being a sitting duck.  She had watched him carefully while she remained squatted near her mattress. She decided to look away, especially since she felt her sickness rising once again. Quiven attempted to swallow the anxious lump in her throat. “Showers…” Was all she repeated when she overhead him, she resisted the urge to sniff her armpits. A shower was high desired by her, especially since she could just stand for minutes on end, thinking about nothing and everything. To be clean would be a god send in itself.  Her head turned quickly at the sound of Hunter’s voice in the distance. “What? What? WHAT?” She shouted as she stood up and cocked her shotgun with terror staring at the entrance of the warehouse.
Eliy: Hunt Kicked in the side door running through the warehouse they were in he stopped for a moment infront of them..."I NEED WOOD!!! AND FIRE AND.....Electronics!!!" he ran pass them jumping over a table he grabbed a extention cord allot of rumbling came from the room as he gathered some supplies he then threw himself over the table running out the warehouse's other side where he showed them to enter a little grass area with a tree stood and a chainsaw in a walk way stood he had already set up things to be blocked off but needed to hook up supplies he dropped everything he had and ran back into the hallways pulling out a gas tank dragging it down the steps he opened it and filled up a container after he had it filled a good amount he crawled under the chainsaw on the attached to the engine he filled up the gas tank and stepped away for a moment. "Gas...okay..now I save energy not turning the chainsaw on now...but when I use it myself later if need be so If this turns the right way I'll be fine..." he lays back down turning on the engine the chainsaw began to spin picking up speed he then slid from under the contraption he then walked back there was a fence already on the ground that had to be set up next he ran around setting up pieces to it as he thought of the rest of the area  and what defenses he had.
JimStepford: Nancy yiped scared and darted behind Malvo who stood there rigid staring wide eyed at Hunt as he came running through like a maniac screaming about random things he needed. Malvo forced Nancy backwards without realizing it as he backed up sharply to get out of the manic man's way, bumping her slightly into the wall behind them both. She grunted softly, peering around his side to stare in worried fascination. There were chainsaws now?! Watching him run around doing what appeared to be nonsensical tasks, he whispered out loud to himse,f "What...the fuck...?" Glancing towards Quiven in a rare expression of shock he stared at her in a silent question of, 'Did that just really fucking happen?' Leave him to it...Hunt was up to something and Malvo was sure they'd find out eventually what it was. Before he could stop her, Nancy wriggled away from him and darted in Hunt's direction, wanting to see what he was up to. "Goddammit." he swore softly, pulling the pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket. Fuck it, he was smoking. He'd tried to quit. He really tried. Fuck that. Lighting the cigarette between his lips, he sucked in a very long hard drag off of it, closing his eyes for a moment, before exhaling long and slow. Smoke rolled out from his nostrels and between his lips casually as he visibly relaxed.
Erleiden: She gawked at Hunter and narrowed her chestnut optics while she watched him babble to himself. “You idiot!” She shouted as she lowered her shotgun and ran her fingers through her head yet again. Her gaze shifting to Malvo for only a moment. Her expression was that of incredulousness and fury. Her heart felt as if it had been trying to escape her chest.  She took shallow breaths to calm herself but it wasn’t working she was still pissed off. “You can’t just run in here screaming and scaring everybody!” Quiven began to scold him. Quiven slowly went to look at Malvo and furrowed her eyebrows at his cigarette, where did he even get that? Instead of continuing her scolding she stepped to the farthest corner she could to try and not breathe in the toxins. Looking very irritated.
Eliy: "you know we may have guest soon, Instead of standing there calling me an idiot, I would suggest You, Malvo and The other liability pick set this fence up then start moving crates infront for protection, you never know when things can go awry you have to be prepaired things hit me and we are still exposed." he felt his hea noticing he didn't have his hat he held up his hands "23rd....halloween is in...what 8 days? and these are days of survival not, just having fun being jacked off by..." he sizes her up "Women..." he rubs his nose running to grab a box "We need to be prepaired for anything and i'm going to yell when we are in danger so you understand that." he claps his hands together "do something, and stop being scared we don't have time for that." he ran off back inside the warehouse going back to the yard near his shack for awhile he would be gone fixing up certain area's near by and boarding up windows, doors and other openings in the surrounding buildings but could still hear if he was called for.
JimStepford: He'd had the half pack in his back pocket since he started the bus ride a week ago. Leaning against the open door so not to fill the warehouse with the smoke (not that he gave a fuck about Quiven or anybody elses comfort, but he was not in the mood to listen to any of them bitch) blowing it out into the air outside. For once he agreed with Quiven, Hunt's insane shit was quickly getting old. He was lucky one of them had not shot his ass and if Malvo had had his gun in hand he certainly would have been. Keeping an eye on Nancy he stared in eery unblinking silence, just watching her from his stance at the door. His mind seemed elsewhere, not paying attention to Quiven or anybody around him for the time being as he continuously smoked his stale cigarette in silence, the only movement a twitch of his shoulder. Nancy stood there staring at him quietly and curiously. "What guest?" Malvo caught her words. "Guest? What? What do you mean?" He asked, snapping out of his quiet reverie, stepping closer and tossing the smoke into the dirt. From the way Hunt made it sound, this guest was to be of danger of sorts. He was giving Hunt the chance to explain this shit.
Erleiden: Quiven stared blankly at him before letting out an irritated laugh. “Screw this...” She muttered to herself. It would be much easier if she just killed him, or at least shoot his mouth off. Then he wouldn’t have so much to say. She wanted to aim the gun out the door when Hunt’s back had been turned, or maybe knick him in the leg. Her finger lingering on the trigger of her shotgun. She trembled a bit and kept the weapon lowered letting out a livid groan. She went to sit on the mattress because if Hunt was going to make her out as a useless woman she’d be just that. “One of those monsters are probably coming, probably because of him. He probably tried to pet it or something asinine like that.” She said to Nancy. Quiven plopped down on her mattress and held onto her gun and stared straight ahead.
JimStepford: Nancy ran to Quiven to sit on the mattress beside her, feet swinging gently back and forth. Nodding gently, eyes wide, she responded back, "You think so???" Malvo barked back over his shoulder, "Most certainly." He actually agreed with Quiven on this and if she'd shot Hunt, no fucks given. To Malvo that would have just proven that the girl was worth more than what they were assuming now. One less mouth to feed and a crazy one at that who evidently might be putting them all in danger. His hand rested on the butt of the shotgun that rested against the back of his hip, considering taking Hunt out himself. For once, Quiven and him were on the same wavelength. For now though, Malvo showed no aggressive movements towards Hunt, waiting for an answer.
Erleiden: She turned her head slightly to look over to Nancy. “It is probable.” Quiven said to in a very annoyed tone but hopefully she didn’t think it had been towards her. “So it would be great if he got back inside here. What’s to stop me from-“ She stopped speaking and bit down on her lower lip. She was just about to suggest locking him out but it wasn’t right. Regardless of how obnoxious she deemed him to be she would rather not. Her mind had been swimming with thoughts of Michael anyways, he’d been the only one to calm her when she was angry, though, back then it had been a rare occurrence. She let out a forlorn sigh and lowered her head as Malvo tried to talk to Hunter.  Her body subtlety rocked back and forth with her shotgun held tight in her hand.
JimStepford: Nancy did not make the assumption that Quiven was annoyed with her as she stared up to her wide eyed and curious. Eyes darted towards the door, she spotted a very angry looking Malvo storming to it before slamming it shut and locking it. Hunt had a key so he wasn't locked out. "Whatever he's up to, I do not think it benefits us." He stated to Nancy and Quiven, making the attempt to actually communicate with the two women. If worse comes to worse, Nancy, you and I are leaving. Got it?" He asked her, kneeling down in front of her to look her eye to eye. Nancy nodded her head, "Okay Malvo. I understand." Malvo figured he could get the freaks truck keys and get the two of them as far away from the crazy and whatever 'guest' Crazy had in store for them that could prove dangerous. Standing up to his full height, he turned and walked towards the back of the warehouse. He had not scouted it and if there were showers or anything of the sort, that could certainly help his tense mood. They all stunk like crazy, he no exception. Not to mention who knew how long they'd have warm running water? After a while of not locating anything, he returned, "Let's go Nancy." He stated, holding the rifle now as he walked towards the front door. He was going to go to the inn across the street. They had showers, baths, possibly even ways to warm food. It wasn't a far walk. Picking up a few shells off of the bed he pocketed them. Nancy hopped down, "Where are we going?" "Across the street." "Why?" "Showers and we might find a microwave over there." Nancy turned towards Quiven, "Want to come with us?"
JimStepford: ((I canged the ooc room, lol, you didn't have to leave.))
Erleiden: ((I didn't want to! It probably did that while I got up x.x))
JimStepford: ((Want me to reinvite you?))
Erleiden: ((Yes please x.x))
Erleiden: She kept her head lowered for a moment. It only lifted when she saw Malvo going back and forth in the background. She brightened up at the mention of a shower, not so much at the food. “Yes.” She got up from the mattress. Quiven didn’t put her gun down as usual but she followed behind the two of them. Her paranoia was still present but it had been in different places now.  It hadn’t been something new, she was like that before the epidemic had struck. Her anxieties would shift but none of it matter with Michael. His face echoed in her mind, obstructing the present. Quiven shook her head for clarity and looked down at Nancy. “We might find some things to bring back here too. Maybe a microwave.” She said softly with a tilt of her. A slight smirk forming on her lips.
JimStepford: Nancy was excited for a shower too as she walked happily between the two of them. Malvo kept himself alert, keeping the gun aimed. Every now and then he'd turn, walking backwards, to be sure nothing was sneaking up on them. Nancy smiled to Quiven and nodded, "Yeah! I remember one time when I was little my mama and I went to Florida and stayed in an inn. They had free breakfast in the morning. I remember they had a microwave. Maybe this one will too." Now Nancy's mind filled with visions of warm waffles. If she could find some frozen ones and a toaster, her dreams would certainly come true. Once they crossed the street into the parkinglot of the empty inn, Malvo pushed through the glass door, glad to find it unlocked. It seemed it was abandoned in haste. Holding the door open for them, he hopped across the countertop, going through the drawers before finding two main key cards. "Fortunate." He said softly to himself, handing one to Quiven, carrying the other. "Let's try to stay on the first floor. Once all of us are done, we'll go up to the top floor and see if there's a roof access. It'll give us some sort of safe visual of what we're dealing with in the surrounding area. Most importantly, be vigilant with that gun." He stated to Quiven, since Nancy was certainly coming with him, Quiven could find a room on her own.
Erleiden: She smiled at Nancy as she walked a behind Malvo with her shotgun raised as well. “I bet it will.” She told the girl with a nod. Her eyes going to glance ahead of them while they strode through the desolate parking lot. She nodded her head at the male as she walked through the door. She remained alert and looked around while he searched through the drawers. She took the keycard and examined it carefully. She nodded at him once more. “Alright.” Quiven whispered and went ahead of them to walk into the hallway, she went all the way down into the center for no reason at all, swiping the card and making the door open. She cheered in victory in her mind and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She put her guns on the bed and began to pull off her clothes without pausing. She pulled off her tank top and her bra then did the same with her jeans and underwear. She’d attempt to clean them later, but for now she jogged into the bathroom and grabbed a bar of single serving soap and went into the bathtub. “Come on…” She trailed off standing naked as she turned the knobs, waiting for water to pour out. It took a few tries but finally it did. Quiven sighed and turned the lever making the water spurt from the shower head onto her body. She covered her eyes and let the liquid spill over her form, taking her soap she attempted to scrub the weeks of fear and terror away from her skinny body. When she was convinced that she was pristine she walked out of the shower, not really bothering with a towel because she had other things on her mind. She went into the bedroom again picking up her clothes and ran into the bathroom again, tossing them into the sink so she could pour shampoo all over them and turning on the faucet. When she was done ‘cleaning’ she attempted to dry them as fast as she could with the hair dryer that came with the bathroom. She hoped she wasn’t taking forever.
JimStepford: Malvo turned down the opposite hall, aiming his gun to be sure nothing jumped out at them. Nothing was there. The glass emergency door at the end of the hall cast a gentle glow down the hall. Turning towards the first door, he swiped the card and pushed the room door open, taking aim again. Nothing still. He checked every corner and the bathroom. Nothing. Nodding for Nancy to come in, he shut the door and turned the bolt to lock it. Switching on the lights, he set the gun on the bed. First thing he did was check for a mini-bar. Fortunate. Pulling out the child serving size bottles of liquor, he downed one right after another. He wasn't looking to get wasted, but he needed some way to fucking relax. Hunt had his nerves on edge and not even a hot bath or fucking Nancy would quite relax him like liquor could. Handing Nancy one, she sipped it and wrinkled her nose. "Ew." "Just drink it. Trust me." He stated, walking into the bathroom, turning on the hot water. After a few clicks from the pipes it finally shot out a welcoming stream, and after afew moments, steam began to rise. "Never thought I'd see the day when a hot shower felt like a God send." He stated gently, pulling off his clothes one piece at a time. Nancy drank down the small bottle quickly, setting it down on the dresser. "Get undressed." He told her, not wanting to waste any time. Certainly it served more than one purpose to get her naked and in the shower with him, but more than anything, they really did not have time to waste here.[Gonna do a short time skip on this one.]
Erleiden: ((NO PROBLEM!))
JimStepford: ((Brb.))
Erleiden: ((Alrighty, I'm writing post tyt.))
JimStepford: ((back))
Erleiden: After some time, her body and finally clothes dry. She walked out of her room with her gun in her hands, looking up and down the hallway. "Malvo? Nancy?" She whispered as she carefully began to walk down the hallway. With no sign of them she headed back into the lobby to poke around the reception area a little more. She used the butt of her gun to tap the desk near the counter before she pulled it open. Her hand rummaged around the open drawer, not finding much but pens and paper. Quiven sucked her teeth. “I can never find anything good.” She whispered to herself. She looked up, panicking at the littlest sound coming down from down the hall. Quiven picked up her shotgun and aimed it upward as she spun around in a scardey cat circle.
Erleiden: ((Wb!))
JimStepford: ((Ty!))
JimStepford: After the shower, and washing their clothes as well as some adult time with Nancy, he checked to see if their clothes were dry. They weren't. Still damp. He could hear Nancy still crying in the other room, but he ignored it for now. How was he to know she'd been a virgin? And why was that his problem? The answer was, it wasn't. It was a perk at best. "Quiet." He growled to her gently as he went through the suitcases that had been left behind until he found what he was looking for. A hair dryer. It would have been fortunate if there had been two but who brought more than one hair dryer with them? Then again...who really packed hair dryers for vacation? Women. That answered that. He stood there in the bathroom drying the clothes, humming softly to himself, finally relaxed. Once her crying stopped and the sound of patterned soft breath could be heard he was grateful to learn she'd fallen asleep. "Blessed silence." He whispered gently. Once the clothes were finally dry, which took more than half an hour at best, he pulled his on. The fabric felt strange. He wondered if he'd gotten all of the soup out. He'd rinsed until the water ran clear of suds. Maybe it was like when you washed your hands and used those air dryers to dry them off as opposed to paper towels. Always felt weird, like the skin felt tight against the bones. Shrugging on his shirt, he picked up her clothes and came back into the room finding her curled up completely under the blankets, having been hiding from him somewhat before she'd fallen asleep. Nudging her gently, "Wake up." he whispered to her. She stirred, peaking out from under the blanket, large watery eyes staring up to him pathetically. "Get dressed." He stated gently. "Wash your face." She accepted the clothes, sniffling softly and pulling them on. Rolling his eyes he figured if he didn't do something, she'd mope all day and he might even have to deal with Quiven if she got nosey enough. Hugging Nancy to him, he patted her back, practically saying 'there there' though not going that far. Once she was calm, he smiled to her, wiped her eyes and sent her to the bathroom to clean up. Once she was ready, he picked up the shot-gun and walked out of the room with her looking for any kitchen-like area or breakfast area. Spotting the microwave, he tested it lifting it slightly to see if it was heavy. "Can you lift this?" He'd carry it himself but he did not trust her to weild the gun and he couldn't carry both. She tested it and nodded. Walking into the backroom, he found a small fridge, pulled out a few boxes of waffles and stuffed them in his satchel. Why did he care if she got her waffles? For some reason he did. Picking up the toaster in the front room, he put it under his arm and went to find Quiven, Nancy following quickly behind.
JimStepford: soup? *soap, lmao))
Erleiden: ((He could still have soup in his clothes lol.))
JimStepford: ((Lmao. This is true, though probably not on every inch of his clothes.))
Erleiden: She sighed and let the gun lower in her grasp as she turned around, searching for a register. She jumped over the same counter Malvo had when they entered. Almost falling on her face, had she eaten anything since the muffin? It didn’t matter now, the nausea made the thought of eating even more deterring. The irony was she spent most of her time in the room in the bathroom and didn’t throw up once. She went into what looked to be the room where employees would gather, a safe was before her. What contents would lie inside? Quiven couldn’t help but aim her shotgun at the safe but lowered it. She didn’t want to waste any ammo. Quiven grumbled and walked out of the tiny room. She searched behind the counter for something, anything. Alas she found nothing, so she climbed over the counter and went to sit down on one of the couches. Just to regain what little energy she’d lost from walking around so much.
JimStepford: Walking out of the breakfast room and back into the main hall, quiet little Nancy staying behind him staring down at the floor and carrying the microwave. She hugged the microwave against her chest and put all of her focus on not dropping it or running into him. Spotting Quiven he nodded to her, "Find anything?" He asked, considering coming back later. He wondered if he could get that fridge somehow to the warehouse. He couldn't do it on his own and he doubted the small female or the emaciated one could be of much help and he was beyond the point of ever trusting Crazy to do anything right or be of any help other than the bare minimal amount of help he'd been thus far. He'd find a way.
Erleiden: "Nothing." She answered as she pushed up from the couch. She staggered over to the two of them, her energy still pretty limited but she was good at staying vigilant. She stood in front of the two, resting the barrel of her shotgun on her shoulder as she stepped over to them. “There’s a safe back there but I can’t figure out a way to open it.” Quiven nodded behind the desk. “Other than that I haven’t really discovered a good haul. I pocketed some of the soap from the bathroom that I had left over.” She shrugged a bit and glanced down at Nancy’s microwave.
JimStepford: Malvo's eyes widened slightly, "A safe you say?" He asked, rubbing his chin and glancing towards the back room. "I can probably pop the lock on it...I'll just need a few things..." at this point he was more talking out loud. It depended on the type of safe it was. He was sure there was a hardware store that could be looted for some minor needs. He'd come back later, it wasn't like it was going anywhere. He hadn't stolen any toiletries beyond toilet paper, and a few bars of soap. He figured there was little point in bringing shampoo since they could come across to here to shower and wash their clothes. He eyed a maintenance room, fairly sure that there was a small laundry within where the maid services usually cleaned the bedsheets and so on. Nancy did not look at Quiven, forcing herself to stare down at the microwave in her arms, her expression troubled but nothing beyond that. "Can we go now?" She whispered to Malvo softly, her voice shaky. Nodding, he turned towards the door, "Alright, let's go." Turning towards the door, he held it open for the two of them, making sure nothing was in the parkinglot to attack them. He'd forgotten about the going to the roof to look around but he'd come back later. He had a few things he needed to do anyway.
Erleiden: She had raised an eyebrow at him. “Let me know how that goes.” Quiven told him in her raspy voice. She gave Nancy a curious look, furrowing her eyebrows at her for a moment then turned to make her way to the exit. “Alrighty.” She murmured and walked ahead of the two of them and pulled the door open for them. “I suspect we’ll be making more trips here…” Quiven leaned her thin frame against the open door as she waited for the two of them to walk through the door. She closed it behind them and began to walk across the vacant parking lot back towards the warehouse, not going too far away from the group. Quiven had been walking and spinning in circles as she kept a lookout from behind them.
JimStepford: Nancy refused to look at anyone for now, but she stuck close to Malvo. He nodded to Quiven, "We will be. I don't know about you, but I tend to need to shower daily, or at least every other day, or I start to become offensive." He stated glad he had enough foresight to pack a full deoderant stick before going on the trip itself. Once they'd gotten to the warehouse and within, he closed and locked the door, contemplating the need for a key. He'd have to either try to get Hunt to give him an extra if one existed or somehow get it off of Hunt which he hoped it would not come to that. Once in, he set the toaster down on the countertop then took the microwave away from Nancy, setting it down beside it and finding a few outlets to plug them in at. Nancy wasted no time going to the bed they shared, climbing onto it, keeping her back to everyone and curling up there quietly, pretending to sleep for now and hoping sleep would come to her soon.
Erleiden: “Most likely? I will be.” She told him without any hesitation. Quiven tried not to look to suspicious of the fact that the normally chatty, excitable girl had decided to become pensive and silent so suddenly. She walked into the warehouse hastily and watched Malvo put all of the loot away. Her eyes going to Nancy again who had went to her bed without a word. “Hmm.” She hummed to herself as she ran her fingers through her hair to smooth it back. She gradually stepped to her own mattress and went to sit on it for a while, facing away, to let her thoughts race and her broken memories of her corpse of a lover flicker throughout her head. Sure she could’ve slept but at the same time her mind wouldn’t let her. Today might’ve been alright but there was still danger ever present to her senses. Quiven would’ve loved a bit of a nap but that just didn’t seem realistic at this point. She laid on her side in her usual fashion, gun clutched tight, eyes wide open, barely blinking.
JimStepford: Nancy stared at the wall across from the bed quietly, her lower lip trembling. She was confused about what had happened, but not mad. She didn't really understand it and she was very sore. Malvo looked into the satchel at the waffles. Could waffles to bad over night without being in a freezer? He assumed so. Sighing softly he contemplated what they could do about keeping food cold. Cold water would be nice but it was certainly not necessary so long as they got the hydration they needed. He'd only gotten them for Nancy anyway. Finding a dark box, he put them within, sort of like a bread box. Waffles were bread, it was the best thing he could do for now and hoped that it would keep them from turning moldy but who knew. Glancing over at Nancy he did not allow his expression to give away his thoughts. Picking up a bottle of water, he went to the bed where his stuff was and where she was, then picked up a small bottle of Tylenol, always keeping one with him due to constant headaches. Pulling out two small round pills he nudged Nancy gently. She jumped startled not expecting it, lost in her own little world of trying to figure things out. Accepting the pills and the water, she sat up and took them, drinking down the bottle.
Erleiden: ((We can pick up tomorrow x.x right? Cause I'm a sleepyhead right now ;-;))
JimStepford: ((Yes lol. Sleep well. I'll send what we've got to Noms on skype.))
Erleiden: ((Alright, sweet! Night :3))