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*** 'Lost' passes out a sigh, glancing towards his left. His visage and subsequent gaze meets with Torvi's, his head bowing a little. He nods, softly - speaking out a simple "...Hey, Torvi."
*** Torvi Eriksen responds with her own wave - Maintaining a distinctly lowered, closed off posture compared to the once outgoing and joyful appearance she held. Moving forward she pockets each of her hands, responding in a moderately raspy "Good afternoon." As she sets herself beside him, digging her heels into the snow "-You're all prepared for saturday, then?.. I'm - Just.. Sort of /mentally/ preparing for everything, more than anything."
*** 'Lost' nods, softly - flicking a small cigarette pack from his left-hand pouch - drawing one of the cylinders free of the box. He pierces his lips through the use of the tube, speaking out softly. "...I'm not prepared, no; but..- I'm ready, I guess. Just, fuck; man..-", his voice and to-be dialect metaphorically broken to pieces as he instead replaces it with a delt huff, flicking a zippo lighter free of his pocket. He shields the stick with his barely gloved hands, lighting the end as he slowly withdraws the cigarette from his mouth, puffing smoke from his cracked lips as he slowly indigests a combination of nicotine and tobacco, the smoke being the conjoured excess of which is drawn about his attire. He taps ash free of the stick - slowly continuing with a glazed, slowed-down dialect. "...I can't imagine what you're feelin' right now, Cloud - I'll be honest. I'm feeling just as shit, bein' honest."
*** Torvi Eriksen sharply inhales through her nostrils, her gaze concentrated about the snow as she responds "-Yeah..Yeah.." Turning about towards him, though, suspiciously; Her eyes seem to bring with them less movement, as though withstraining herself as she blinks at a slightly faster rate "It's- Just.. Life - It's not fair, you know?.. It never has been, not for me - And /especially/ not her.." Interrupting her speech as she tucks her lips inside of her mouth, noticably dry, as she reveals them once more, continuing "-There was the fuckin'.. The city, where we almost got killed in a sweep on our trip here- Then there was Stitches.." She speaks with a distinct weakness, holding her hand up rather shakily as she continues "-Fuckin'- He.. Hawk.. Big Man gone, and.. Just-.." Eventually gulping, as she simply inhales deep, and sharp. Closing her eyes as she breathes out just as loud. "Here-.." She states, raising her hand up to pat down on Losts hat. Her arm fully extended due to the height difference "-It'll be fine, I'm.
***' sure.. Just-.. Give it time, I guess... Life's fair on no one, you know that.."
*** 'Lost' nods, softly - sighing softly as he eventually just rears his set of hands about the woman, holding her close for a moment. He exhales out, speaking softly. "...I'm not stoppin' 'till she's back, home and safe - you've notthing to worry about.", himself eventually stepping back with a soft sigh; his eyes sent downwards as he revers the cigarette contained between his left-hand's index finger and middle back within his mouth's enclosure, shaking his head. He taps more ash about his now incredibly grubby attire, staring blankly towards the sky. "...Shit's never fair, 'Torv. It's just how shit is, I guess - even before the fuckin' war, and before all this. We've both lost enough to w rite a fuckin' graveyard's list of names, yet..- Here we are. We're still goin', albeit on the ragged, fuckin' edge. You're a good person, 'y know?"
Torvi Eriksen says "Yeah- I like to think so." She states with a cough, turning up-and-down his attire "..You too. I mean- You've been dealing with all of this as long as I can remember.. Just when I arrived- I remember hearing a lot about you, but we never actually met. It was just 'Oh, Lost? He's been locked in his shack for a few days' and I never thought to check on you.. Sorry about that too-" She shuffles forward, wrapping her arm about his waist to rest on the other side of his torso "But anyway.. You've done well- Better than I have.. But it's.. It's all you can do, right?- We keep going, even without'em.. But /God/ is it hard." She states, pressing her lips together in thought. "-I mean.. What are we even here for, you know?.. The good times, family, barbecues.. Beers with friends.." Turning about the ground, and eventually up towards his mask "-What's the point without that, you know?.. Always felt we have similar values, and - Well, I can see that's true, with you coming to help save Jay, and /everyone/ there."
*** 'Lost' draws a smoke-filled breath, tapping ash free once more as he softly shrugs, shaking his head as he tosses the cigarette aside; his lips pursed in seeming thought, slowly speaking out as he slowly curbs his cigarette through a wet, worn heel; extinguishing it in the process. "...If nobody bothers to be a decent fuckin' human being; we're all fucked. I'm doin' this for everybody, not only Jay..- Albeit the fact that she's the main reason I'm goin'. I don't know, really- I owe people too much to be goin' running away, and fuckin' my life up again. And, uh..- I'll be honest; I'll never recover. I think about the souls that we've lost, no- The souls that /I've/ lost. It's a list, now..- And I'm bein' honest- I think I'm runnin' out of fuckin' paper, man.", passing out a sigh as he blankly glances one more towards the non-existant horizon; coughing softly through his umasked visage and subsquent cracked lips; the sky almost metaphorically staring at his ruined, understated being.
Torvi Eriksen says "I know- I know.. I think about it a lot, honestly. With all the.. When - She.." She fumbles over her words, eventually turning off towards the location of what was once her shack - In the corner of the valley that they stand in. Previously Celt's and Hawk's - Reminisciing before turning back with her tired gaze, and matching voice "-..I dunno.. It's hard to fall asleep sometimes, my mind just races thinking about everything from the past six months.. Like-.. Celt, for example.. Meeting Erika in the city again.. Fuckin' - /Piper/.. It's scary that the only thing supporting me could come crashing do-- Well.. Is currently free-falling, and we're the only thing that can stop her.." She gulps, allowing her forehead to collide against his arm "..I don't know how to deal with it.. I've dealt with death before, you've seen it.. But-- I mean.. It's different.. It feels like some kind of sickness- I just can't.. /Focus/ or do /anything/ anymore."
*** 'Lost' passes a weak nod, still staring blankly into the underending, pale-sky. He purses a exhale from his smoke-ridden breath, speaking softly, and slowly. "...It digs at you. You never forget the fuckups, and the fuckin'-- The pain never leaves you. You can try runnin', you can try hidin' everything through pills, piroettes- Nothing works. It's down to you to force yourself to keep standin', because I know there's no fuckin' God helping with that, anymore..-", his voice trailing off, not unlike the dew present in the cold, frost-filled air. He holds her ever closer, seemingly - saying nothing as a thosand words metaphorically flow through his hands, images flashing through his ruined, bedraggled mind. He closes his eyes, shaking his head. "...I just..- It's getting closer. I don't know if I'm makin' next-week, and if I die savin' somebody who actually deserves to fuckin' live? I can die happy."
*** 'Lost' pauses, for a moment - finalizing his speech. "...Kanny'll understand."
Torvi Eriksen says "Gah- Kansas.. I haven't spoke to her properly in so long." She pats down on Lost's side, twisting her head around on his arm to face forward with him before continuing "-I mean.. We never spoke /much/.. But everything was pretty memorable, honestly. You probably know that more than anyone.." She raises her left hand, rubbing at her eye - Seemingly more calm and relaxed, with her breathing and irratic nature having calmed down "..I remember when she asked Blackjack if he ever took it up the ass- That was nice.." Holding her left hand after that down atop her jacket pocket "-And uh.. Asking about me and Jay - Surprisngly, pretty respectful.. But - Beside that," She states, moving her head back up towards him "You really need to figure something out, Lost. I mean- Like.. There's a lot of self-deprication, and.. People don't love themselves like they should.. Same goes for you-- And I guess me." She shifts about in her stance, inquiring "-Anyway. What was going on with you all those months ago?.. Locked up in the."
Torvi Eriksen says "Shack- I mean."
*** 'Lost' remains still, for a moment - slowly speaking out. "...I'm just..- I thought my life was fuckin' over, a few months ago. I lost the one person I fuckin' cared about, alongisde everybody else, yet..- Layrn came from nowhere. We're like..- Completewly different people; yet - we're the same in more ways than one. I'm just..- I'm so fuckin' glad she's here, 'y know - even though she's missing half the fuckin' time, or asleep, yet..- Those fuckin' moments that she's here? He's the light of my fuckin' day, honestly--", his voice dropping a little, himself flashing a short, yet weak-smile. He passes out a soft-sigh, eyeing towards Torvi for a moment. "...I'm just..- I've got shit too good to be throwin' it away, now; and I'm scared. I don't want to leave her alone in this fucked world; 'y know?"
Torvi Eriksen says "I feel you.. There's a weird point between wishing you were dead;  And wanting to be alive. Like-.." She trails off, hold her left hand up, clenched as she ponders for words, eventually releasing it as she exclaims "Jay- Right?.. I love her.. Like- I really love her, she's the reason I'm here- The reason anything good ever happened to me- And if she dies, I mean.. I spent alot of time thinking about it in the van. Possibilities of how it can go.. Maybe one of us dies, both of us dies-.. Or none, you know?- But if I live, and she's gone.. Fuck me- I.. Don't know what's gonna happen. I was on the verge of doing some things I'd really regret when Big Man was gone-- And it'd just be.. It'd be so much worse.." Concluding her speech with a breath of air- Thoughtful, at that. Turning off towards the dead branches at the campfire, as she moves her left hand onto his front in a sort of side-hug "-Anyway.. Just hold Kansas close, alright?- She's not even gone yet, And I'm - I just.. I can't function, to be truthful" She."
Torvi Eriksen says "Sniffles, with her once steady voice replaced for a more shaky, high pitched one "-I just want to bring her back already.." Shuffling the side of her head only further into his arm- Yet, to no avail as she holds a rather stoic gaze forward, with her moving head. As if restraining tears, and so far- Successfully so."
*** 'Lost' passes no more than a sigh slowly excaping his lips, metaphorically evaporating about the valley. He remains quiet, exhaling once more as he slowly clears his throat, speaking up. "...I'm fighting tooth and nail for Jay, 'Torv. I'm not lettin' her get taken into that fuckin' place, and neither are you. We need to meet everybody up and we need to plan somethin'. And, the next time I see Layrn? I'm goin' to have a real sit-down, and we'll have a drink and we'll go back to the fuckin' old times, back when we became a thing. You and Jay are more than willin' to join in, by the way..-", his voice unusually confident, for once - devoid of the seeming breakups present about the woman's voice as he slowly continues. "But..- As I said -- We need to plan all this shit out. We've got enough on the line to be concerned about, so we might as well overprepare, and all. This isn't a operation for a few planks of fuckin' wood - it's an operation for the very fuckin' foundation of our beings, so..- Nothing's to be left-
***' -to chance. I've got a plan, and I'm hopin' everybody else follows me along with it."
* Torvi Eriksen turns forward to him "-You have a plan?.. Oh- Oh, that's good to hear. The most I've heard is Kraut saying 'We get USP-T's and fuckin' shoot' pretty much.. So- That's reassuring.." She sighs out softly, securing herself ontop of the cardboard she sits herself upon (//yes) wrapping her arms around her shins "-I'm really glad we have Kraut coming though.. I wouldn't trust anyone else more for saving mine, or anyone else's skin. So- What's your plan, G.I. Joe?"
* 'Lost' passes a short, faded grin - eyeing towards her. "...Bastard. I guess Kraut must've spilt the beans, already..-", his voice fading off.
* Torvi Eriksen forms her lips forward, lightly commenting "..Oh-.." As she shuffles against the wall of the van "..Right-.. Get USP-T's and shoot things, uh-.. It's better than nothing?.. Gah- Fuck it.. We'll figure things out, I guess. Remember back at that Union camp?- When we were trapped in that valley.. I don't think it can get much worse than that, so hopes are high.
* 'Lost' nods, blankly staring out the van and into the faded, almost blue-ish snow. Images race through his head as he slowly forces out a soft "...Yeah..- Nothing worse than, uh..- Than that, right?", his faux-sincerity aiming to cover his lying as images continue to flash through his mind like a sort of grotesque 'highlight reel', a soft sigh emitting through his lips. "...We'll- We'll be fine."
*** Mateo Perez hops through the window, and into the van.
Mateo Perez says "Hello."
*** 'Lost' passes a glance mid conversation towards Mateo, offering a "...Oh, shit - where'd you come from?"
* Torvi Eriksen shakes her head briefly, "Well-.. I dunno, I just want to be optimistic." Patting down on her thigh as she continues "-I mean.. We're-.. We're headed for a prison, might aswell face the fact that it'll be /pretty/ fuckin' ba-" Interrupted as Mateo bursts through the window "What the fuck?-" She exclaims as the man takes a seat beside herself "..Well-.. Welcome, I guess."
Mateo Perez says "What were we talking about?"
'Lost' whispers "...Oh, uh..- About breakin' our lads out."
Mateo Perez whispers "Oh, yeah."
Mateo Perez whispers "Don't really care for any of 'em much besides Jay, my fellow bipolar cunt."
Mateo Perez whispers "I didn't know that until one of you told me."
Torvi Eriksen whispers "I'm going for Jay- Mostly.. Ronald too, known him for as long as I can remember."
Mateo Perez whispers "...And that's my que- Smell you later."
*** Mateo Perez climbs right back out through the window, getting onto the roof, jumping down out into the snow- Running off.
Torvi Eriksen says "..I have no idea."
'Lost' whispers "...What a character, man."
* 'Lost' draws a soft-yawn, glancing outwards. "...Still..- I've been through enough shit and I've died enough times to fill in a couple lifetimes - this shoudln't be anything different, 'y know?"
Torvi Eriksen whispers "..I-.. I think so, you mean- Like.. Emotional death or something? Or have you and me completely lost the plot?"
'Lost' whispers "...Both, I guess. I've been pretty fucked, uh - metaphorically, and in terms of gettin' shot. Also, uh- We'll cut that one short."
Torvi Eriksen says "Right- I get it. I got off pretty lightly in terms of injuries, I think. Worst I ever got was a bulet to the gut- But fuck me.. If we haven't all seen some shit, huh?.. I remember when me and Jay came home one day, and found June getting slammed into our bookshelf by a six foot tall guy with an ice pick- Fuckin'.. Sacrificed some girl on the wall. /Very/ bad day."
*** 'Lost' purses his lips, sighing out. "...Jesus fuckin' Christ, 'Torvs. I'd list everything fucked that's happened to 'us but I haven't the fuckin' lung-capacity, I'll be honest."
Torvi Eriksen whispers "Yeeeah-.. I can imagine.. Sorry- Ah, anyway.. Gah- Fuck me, got any thoughts on that Chloe stuff?.. I mean.. The whole motive'n everything's pretty obvious, but I'm just not sure how I feel about it."
* 'Lost' passes an eyebrow upwards, eyeing back towards her. "...Uh, the Chloe thing? I haven't been around for a while, 'Torvs-"
Torvi Eriksen whispers "..Chloe Atkins, you know?-.."
Torvi Eriksen whispers "You know her, I mean?"
'Lost' whispers "...She's, uh - Sherman's wife, or something? Sells shit, in that 'lil stall, over there?"
Torvi Eriksen whispers "..Yep-.." She states, moving her hand atop her knees "Another dead-.. Another gone.. And I mean you can probably imagine why, you know?"
* 'Lost' passes an eyebrow upwards, glancing back towards her over his shoulder. He angles himself slightly, an overaching aire of confusion painted about his unmasked visage. "...Wait, she's fuckin' dead? How'd that happen? I thought she just..- 'y know, stayed in that fuckin' stall..- Right?"
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Torvi Eriksen whispers "..Yeah- I mean.. She spent most of her time telling people - /Pretty/ obviously, not to join Alaric's group, telling people how he's a psychopath, not to trust him, everything in between, and-.. Well, it all caught up I guess."
* 'Lost' passes out a sigh, shaking his head. "...	So..- Alaric ended it, finally? He just upped and shot her?"
Torvi Eriksen whispers "From what it sounds like- It's not official, but I mean.. It seems obvious, at least to me. Though, I spent most of the past few days with her, so I guess I might know a little better than most other people. But yeah- That's how it seems to me. I wouldn't bring it up to anyone though, you know?- Just begs for trouble."
* 'Lost' nods, shaking his head with a soft-sigh. "...It's a shame, just..- She wasn't exactly tryin' to avoid it. Just another body to the count, I guess- As shit as it sounds. She seemed friendly enough, just..- Yeah. Fuckin' shame, as all deaths are."
Torvi Eriksen whispers "Kind of shitty when it gets to this point.. Someone died - And it just feels kind of.. Empty, maybe?- I dunno, it's more of a 'Welp..' now that anything. I used to get real upset about it- Like.. When Dewey shot those two guys in the medbay, I was so in shock- But like.. It just feels beyond my power now. I just block it out, I think."
* 'Lost' nods. "...That's the thing. It's like..- You're just sensenstivied, you know?"
Torvi Eriksen whispers "Maybe. It's been like that for a little while now- That Piper thing was the real turn, I think."
'Lost' whispers "...I guess- Jesus. I just..- I see Jay barreling through the fucking door, both of you in a mess- The fuck happened, back there?"
Torvi Eriksen whispers "..God- You couldn't imagine. Came inside, and Jay was.. She was shaking in the couch, you know?- So I don't think much, this Piper was supposed to be Jay's best friend, so I didn't really.. I didn't think- I didn't think.." She repeats to herself, fidgeting as she relives the moments in her head- "..Anyway.. I.. Went across the room to eat an apple and just- Talk and stuff.. Suddenly she pulls out this baseball bat and comes up to me- Talking about how.. 'Your shit belongs to me'  And.. How she was taking Jay and running off. I figured she wasn't serious- So I told her to fuck off anyway.. Before I know it, this baseball bat comes down onto my shoulder, shreds my fuckin' skin.. She knees me in the face- And I was /fucked/.."
Torvi Eriksen whispers "Ended up with her getting dragged back by Jay- Who she threw back.. Anyway, one thing leads to another, and as she's about to leave with Jay I stabbed her in the foot - Then Jay managed to tackle her through the door, and I mean-.. You saw the rest."
'Deckard' says "Hello."
*** 'Lost' seemignly ignores ED as he's currently engrossed in conversation. Man, what a cunt!
*** 'Deckard' keeps walking because he's very polite.
*** 'Lost' goes to speak, stopping himself as ED walks up. He passes a sigh, shaking his head. He glances towards ED. "...What?"
*** 'Deckard' grins, walking off.
'Lost' whispers "...Fuckin'- Christ. I wasn't expecting you to just..- 'y know..-"
Torvi Eriksen whispers "..I know- I know. I mean, I didn't /choose/ for it all to happen- Like.. I told her to leave, Lewis- Fuck" She exclaims, rubbing her face down with her hand "..She just- She chose what she did, I couldn't do anything about it."
Torvi Eriksen whispers "..I kind of blew up towards the end-.."
Torvi Eriksen whispers "See, just-.. Jay told me she tried to rape her-"
* 'Lost' shakes his head, huffing out. "...Fuckin'- I'm glad I came when I did, then."
Torvi Eriksen whispers "So am I- Jesus.. I'm glad Jay was there too, as much as I like to think I could've taken her, she really got the drop on me. If not for you and her, I'd have probably died back there."
Torvi Eriksen whispers "Something clicked when it happened though. Like- The rage when I found out, the fear when I was going to die - And.. When I actually killed her-.. I just, I dunno- I was overcome with emotion and I didn't know /how/ to feel."
* 'Lost' passes a huff through his nose, shaking his head. "...Some people are just fucked, 'y know."
Torvi Eriksen whispers "Oh- I know. It seems everyone is, in their own way."
* 'Lost' sighs, softly. "...Something like that, I guess-- Uh, Torvs?"
Torvi Eriksen whispers "Something like that- Yeah. Whether it's rapists, murderers, and even /wife-stealers/, I feel like I've seen it all.. Maybe I have, huh?- Maybe I'm dead this saturday, maybe my life's over.. I haven't really slept much lately thinking about it, you know?- But.. Fuck me. Lost- I just want to see her again.. It's a nightmare that never ends - Honestly. The days are just so-long.."
* 'Lost' passes a nod, once more - passing out a short-sigh, alongside offering her shoulder a firm-squeeze, slowly standing from the van. "...Listen, 'Torvs - I'm ensuring that she gets back in one piece, even if that means I'm coming back in several. I'm going to go get some shuteye, so - take care, mhm?"
Torvi Eriksen whispers "I know- I know.. Enjoy your sleep, Lewis- And yeah, love you Lewis." She sighs, responding with her own smile "-Don't get yourself killed for me.. Please-"
* 'Lost' passes a nod, smirking. "...Likewise, and - yeah. I'll be real fuckin' annoyed if you die, 'y know..-", himself trailing off, much like his dialect. He passes a nod, vanishing from sight as he rears a cigarette once more towards his mouth, walking off.