Built on Sin [ROBERT]

[Anya Mitchell]

Anya headed into the mall. She had her rifle with her. The mall was zoned as yellow which meant caution. It was safe yet it wasn't. You just had to be on your toes around here. Her shoulder length curly brown hair was fluffed around her shoulders. She was dressed in jeans and a red shirt.

Anya felt so guilty for what happened with that vaccine. she blamed the CDC for not taking proper protocols when distributing the V4 vaccine. Tests should have been made before hand. There was just such a high demand and panic , things just fell apart instantly.

She'd realized her best friend Robert, had been here in Cemetery Gates and contacted him to meet her here. She sat down on one of the benches and waited, checking her watch every so often. Every little noise she heard she jumped but it was nothing. Looters had come through here and stolen what they could. Anya could go shopping and not have to pay for anything. She normally wouldn't but nowadays, you had to do what you did to survive. She crossed her legs and shifted her weight a bit, keeping the rifle close to her.

[Robert Webber]

Robert Derek Webber

Finally getting away from one person. The peace and quiet have been disturbed already again. The park was prefect for him to be isolated from the world, which he was the blamed for many years ago. Even though he dressed in his suit, for him to go to work, he never practiced medicine again. The doctor would always be in his blood, and the urges to help people would always be there, but he wouldn't.

Walking along the path some more, reaching the mall. He was still using the sunglasses as a disguises and even ironge anyone calling his name. His facial hairs were getting longer and bitsler as he haven't shaved for long time now. His hair was beginning to show and it was lot longer, again due to not being cut recently.

Staring in thin air while he was walking he bumped into a person. A blonde woman, he didn't bothered saying sorry or turning around to noticed or care it was his best friend. He just wanted to walk off, and find another spot to be alone where no one would noticed or care that he was missing or still alive in this awful placed. To Rob death couldn't come sooner for him.

TAGGED :: Anya
LOCTATION :: The Mall
MUSE :: Very High
MUSIC :: N/A
CREDITS :: (c) to Baylee for NYE

[Anya Mitchell]

Anya watched as Robert bumped into her and didn't say anything. She immediately hurried after him and gently put a hand on his arm.

"Hey. Rob. What's going on? you nearly bowled me over back there" her tone was light and teasing. She walked along side him, her shoulder occasionally bumping his. Anya knew he was depressed and blamed himself for what happened.

Anya sighed.

"Rob, none of this is your fault. You were doing what you thought was right. If anything, blame the CDC. They distrubuted in a mass production without testing it. You were and are not to blame" she said warmly to him, keeping her hand on his arm.

It was hard. He loved helping people and the need was there. He was so depressed though now. It killed Anya to see him that way. She gently led him over to a bench and sat down.

"Stop blaming yourself ok? I blame them too. They are the ones at fault. I'm trying to find a cure right now to reverse the shot" She said hoping that it might snap him out of his funk. Her hazel eyes studied Robert carefully, waiting for his response.

She gently slinked her arm around his and gave it an affectionate squeeze.

[Robert Webber]

Robert Derek Webber

The thirty year old didn't care that the person was ok or not. He just wanted to be on his own, way from everyone, way from the public. Held in Racial camp have cretinaly wiped some years off him, like he was forty and not thirty. Feeling a hand touching him, he shivered slightly. No one have held him or touch him for so long, he have forgotten what it felt like. Hearing Anya voice, slowly made him look at her, seeing her eyes. "Hey. Rob. What's going on? you nearly bowled me over back there" , he snapped a little which wasn't like off him. "Then just shoot me for it, I don't care anymore. All I want is to be left alone. I can't deal with people around me anymore. I am sick of it. Just fed up with it all", he wasn't making much sense in his speech, he was talking in fast Irish accent tone, which is often hard to understand, VERY hard to understand.

Still Anya kept on walking with him. Her tone was sweet and being patient with him. Rolling his dull green eyes which were loosing they brightness as she said the thing he heard over and over again. "Rob, none of this is your fault. You were doing what you thought was right. If anything, blame the CDC. They distributed in a mass production without testing it. You were and are not to blame", he sat on the bench now and still he saw Anya's hand touching his arm. He have tired his best to avoid people recognizing him, like playing his sunglasses on his head, not shaving or cutting his hair, and still it didn't work. "I am stick of that same old phrase it wasn't my fault. But Anya it is my fault, I should have listen to my gut feeling, something told me that day, not to give the vaccine to those innocent people. The people even lost faith and trust in the medicine now. They don't believe in me anymore, and either do I." He blew gently as she said she was looking for a cure. "Good luck, but having the people believe that vaccine would work, is going to be hard. I wouldn't trust the same people who have cause the chaos in the first place, would you?" He asked her a simple question which he was asked himself.

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[/size]olding his tears in now as he didn't want to cry right in front of her right now. Slowly he leaned into her, resting his head onto her shoulder. They were best friend, seeing each other again was a huge blow to him mentally. Holding onto her closely, and stroked her arm back. "I am not a good doctor Anya, I am rubbish", he said at her. Being with his best friend have helped a little, even though he was still a little depressed and doubted his self as doctor and thought about quitting.

TAGGED :: Anya
LOCTATION :: The Mall
MUSE :: VERY high
MUSIC :: N/A
CREDITS :: (c) to Baylee for NYE[/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Anya Mitchell]

Anya flinched at his snap. She hated hearing that tone of voice from him.

"So basically you're saying you don't trust me" She said quietly staring down at her hands, finding them suddenly very interesting.

While Anya worked for the CDC, she never thought someone would actually blame her for what happened. Anya had told them it was a bad idea to mass produce it without testing it first. They hadn't listened to her. It all came down to politics and money. Nothing else.

Anya inhaled deeply and looked at Robert.

"You're not rubbish stop that kind of talk" she scolded him. "You are still an amazing doctor. You need to take care of those that survived the apocalypse and focus your attention on them" she said firmly.

She gently took his hand and squeezed it.

"And I myself, along with a few other members that worked for the CDC, are working to find a cure right this minute" She said softly watching him.

It was amazing that the both of them had become so close and stayed close even though the world had basically ended around them. She watched him and waited

[Robert Webber]

Robert Derek Webber

Looking at the floor and he signed. She was saying he was a good doctor but of course the thirty year old didn't believe that and he signed more, which she could hear this time. "I am not practicing anymore Anya. I was captured and used to treat people in a camp and they treated me badly though I don't blame them. I deserve it, a lot." He said and looked down some more. His heart was racing like mad, like it was going to pop out of his chest. The feeling was nice, and he would love to tell her, though he was scared to tell her. They have been best friends for years, and didn't want to ruined it by saying something stupid like 'I love you'

Finally lifting his head up and looking into her eyes with his own bright green ones. His muscles were well tone due to his regular workouts which he does and his hands were shaking now. His cheeks were beginning to go red as he was blushing. "It's true though Anya. I am rubbish, I am better off if I was dead along with my colleagues which I was working with on that day", he said to her. "Anya I am not the same guy you knew. I have changed and I don't think you would like it" he admitted to her.

Stroking her cheek affectionately being and showing it more than just a friend. His eyes were drooping down as he was in love with her. His head was racing some more, but he stopped and got ready to stand up. "I am sorry" he looked away being really embarrassed.

TAGGED :: Anya
LOCTATION :: The mall
MUSE :: VERY high
MUSIC :: N/A
CREDITS :: (c) to Baylee for NYE

[Anya Mitchell]

Anya's heart wrenched when he said that he wished he had died along with his colleagues. Tears sprang to her eyes as he said this.

"Don't say that!" she shouted. "That would kill me if you had died!"

She felt him stroke her cheek but then looked away embarrassed. Anya looked at him a little startled, but liked the way he touched her. Anya put a hand on the side of his face and gently tilted his face toward hers.

"Why are you sorry?" She asked him quietly. "You didn't do anything wrong"

She offered him a smile and gently pressed her forehead against his, shutting her eyes enjoying the closeness. She gently wound her arms around his neck and pulled him against her. She rested her chin on top of his shoulder and hugged him tightly.

She buried her face into the hollow of his shoulder.

"You aren't rubbish Rob. You are an amazing doctor. There are people here and now that need you that survived the apocalypse that are nothing like the people that captured you. So just forget that. And you have me. I care about you a lot" she said warmly, keeping her arms around him tightly. She inhaled his scent, musky and mixed with his cologne which she loved on him. She waited for his response

[Robert Webber]

Robert Derek Webber

Feeling Anya's arm around his body just brought the feelings up some more. He looked listened to her, and hugged her back, wrapping his own arms around her body and stroking it carelessly some more. "I know Anya but it's so hard to move on. I've missed you so much, and I care lot about you too, in fact Anya, I love you" he finally admitted to her, stroking her cheek again, as he broke from her hug. Slowly he moved his head towards her lips, and kissed them passionately and deeply. He was excellent kisser, and it was on going for twenty minutes until he broke it off and looked at her lovely. "Can you get me to believe in myself again Anya? I need to believe and help to stop me taking too many of my pills, can you help me?" He asked her and showed her how much he was taken, and it was double his normal does which was really dangerous indeed. "I am glad to see you again and able to tell you I have had this crush since meds school" he admitted and looked down again, little embarrassed.

TAGGED :: Anya
LOCTATION :: The Mall
MUSE :: VERY high [the reply is short though srry]
MUSIC :: N/A
CREDITS :: (c) to Baylee for NYE

[Anya Mitchell]

Anya smiled at him and kissed him back softly. He still looked embarrassed. Anya chuckled and wound her arm around his, hugging it softly.

"Well same here. I had a crush on you as well since med school. I'm glad it's out in the open now" She admitted softly pressing her cheek against his upper arm. She listened to him intently.

"Absolutely" she said cheerfully. "You're awesome. The people here now that are alive and well need your help. They need someone who is a wonderful doctor and will treat their injuries." she said firmly as she got up and stood in front of him. She gently leaned forward and stared into his blue eyes.

"Trust me" she said earnestly. "Now how about you come back to my place? I can cook us a mean dinner" she said winking at him as she extended her hand out to him. She was so happy now that her true feelings have come out. She was holding it in for such a long time. it was a relief to finally be able to express them , even though it was practically done in an apocalypse.

[Robert Webber]

Robert Derek Webber

Feeling Anya's lips pressing against his was a lovely feeling. Even with his old failed marriage which he did when he was young, too young. Part of him didn't think he would see Anya again and he still think he was dreaming and was too scared to wake up. 'I can't wake up, she might fade away from me' he thought, but when they lips broke apart from each other now, he opened his handsome green eyes and saw that he wasn't dreaming and she was still here with him. He was happy, really happy to see that.

"I didn't know you felt the same way, sorry that I left you when I finished med school. I had some urgent family problems which I had to solve. But I agree that it nice to have it in the open. I was worried it would wreck our friendship, as I know that romance can sometimes complicated friendship when things goes wrong. We still be friends though right" he said her and smiled some more.

Shaking his head to the practicing medicine, Robert couldn't go through that path again. He looked into her sweet loyal grey eyes, wanting to break it to her softly as possible. Tell her the truth that he was scared, to touch anyone again, give creams, do dressings etc. Lowering his eyes a little, but keeping his loving act, hoping to warm her up this way.

"Anya I have touch anything medical since the vaccine went wrong. I am afraid to touch anyone, just in case they blame me for they love ones gone to the underworld. What if I screw up again? Anya I can't hurt anyone again", he explained to her some more.

Smiling some more, he stroked his cheek some more and kissed her forehead. "Dinner is prefect, I would love to", he then got up and held her hand some more, as he walked with her out of the mall, not embarrassed to be with her or show his true feelings now. This was the best thing that could have happened to him, and he hoped she would be with him too.

TAGGED :: Anya
LOCTATION :: The Mall
MUSE :: High
MUSIC :: N/A
CREDITS :: (c) to Baylee for NYE

[Anya Mitchell]

Anya smiled as he took her hand and they began heading out of the mall. She led him over to her Toyota Venza and they climbed in.

Anya drove to her ranch style house and pulled into her driveway. She got out and led him inside.

She dropped her purse on the table along with her car keys. She turned to Robert.

"Make yourself at home. I'm going to change. I'll be right back" She said softly as she headed into her bedroom. She quickly pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms and a white tank top. Her cleavage showed a bit but she didn't care. Her dark brown hair was fluffed around her shoulders. She headed back out to the living room.

She entered the kitchen.

"Well, I have some clothes that might fit you. They were my fathers. He doesn't need them anymore" she said with her back turned to Robert as she began getting the ingredients ready for their dinner. She began cooking and looked up at Rob.

"You can shower and change. I left a clean pair of my dad's clothes in the bathroom" she said softly. "And try not to worry too much about treating people now. It's time to relax"

She offered him a smile and turned her attention back onto chopping up the onion she was working on

[Robert Webber]

Robert Derek Webber

Walking around the house which belonged to Anya. It was really beauitful and he was naturally curious person anyway, so he noised a little. His clothes were a little dirty and also wet since he haven't really changed them. Looking for a mirror he nodded as he went to the bathroom, so he could have some time alone. He haven't really looked at his wounds since they were stitched up and healed up. Slowly he undid his buttons and saw the wound which was still pink as it was healing more. 'It still to early for sure I would be a monster now' he thought, as he saw the facial hairs have grown a little and needed some trimmed now.

Slipping out of the old clothes and putting the cleaner ones on which fitted him lovely. He slowly came out and opened the door. He then saw her in the kitchen and he wrapped his arms around her waist and then kissed her neck some more. Giving her some loving attention. "You smell so good", he stated as he had his own make of cologne and it smelt really lovely. "So what are you making for dinner then? I am really hungry and looking forward to this company" he smiled and kissed her cheek lovely, as he was nervous to tell her about his wound and the attack he received as he didn't want to hurt her feelings at all.

TAGGED :: Anya
LOCTATION :: The Mall/House
MUSE :: High
MUSIC :: N/A
CREDITS :: (c) to Baylee for NYE

[Anya Mitchell]

Anya felt Robert wound his arms around her and kissed her neck. A tingle ran down her spine as she tried to focus on making dinner.

"My famous pot roast, baked potatoes with a touch of garlic and sour cream, and broccoli in a cheese sauce" she said grinning broadly.

She stirred the pot for which the cheese sauce was going to be made in and then turned around to face Robert. She put her hands on his shoulders. She could see something was bothering him.

"What's wrong? something is clearly bothering you?" she said studying his face closely.

She knew Robert well enough now to know when something was bothering him deeply. She gently ran a finger along his jaw line.

"You can tell me. I'm here for you" she added softly as she smiled at him.

Her back was pressing against the stove so she moved a bit so there was no danger. She watched Robert anxiously hoping that it was nothing serious. Still, whatever it was, she would help him if she could and she would be there for him no matter what. She was in love with him deeply, and would never stray

[Robert Webber]

Robert Derek Webber

Holding her closely as she was cooking, he could smell it and was gorgeous. He always loved her cooking and her company always turn his frown into a smile, which makes him feel happy. Kissing her neck again, and then smiled more as she touched him and it felt good to have someone stroking his face again. Holding the tears, which were happy ones as he felt the feelings getting stronger. His green eyes looked at her as she was worried about him, he signed and looked down. 'How can I tell her about the attack' he thought.

"Anya I am fine. I am just nervous being with you since it's been awhile since I have been with girl." He made a little lie, and felt her holding his shoulders, and then stroking his jawline. Closing his eyes again and breathed deeply and kissing her hand some more. "I am fine. Honestly", he didn't like lying to her but this wouldn't do any harm and he knew it wouldn't hurt her.

Sitting on the couch as he broke away from Anya, as he couldn't have her stroking his chest right now, as the wound was pink, as it was healing and didn't know he would changing into a monster or not. Legs and hands were shaking as he didn't know how to tell her, about his recent attack, or that it was wise to. "Where is the wine then? This isn't very romantic now is it?" He chuckled a little some more. Looking at her, waiting for her to come smiling.

TAGGED :: Anya
LOCTATION :: The Mall/House
MUSE :: High
MUSIC :: N/A
CREDITS :: (c) to Baylee for NYE

[Anya Mitchell]

Anya studied him closely, but didn't press it any further. Anya motioned to the cabinet above the stove.

"Glasses are there. wine is in the fridge" She said softly as she returned to stirring the food.

The whole house smelled of spices and cooking. She inhaled deeply and sighed happily.

Things were going so well. She couldn't be happier at this point. She and Rob were finally together and it was amazing.

She finished stirring the food and then dished it out. She plopped a dish down in front of Rob and sat at the dining room table. Rob had poured the wine already and Anya took a seat across from him. She took a sip of her wine and then dug into her food hungrily.

She raised her eyes to Rob's.

"Ok but you know you can tell me anything right?" she said imploringly. She took a bite and chewed thoughtfully.

"Mm this came out really good. Do you think so?" she asked him cheerfully, her gray eyes studying Robert closely.

She could tell easily when things bothered him greatly. She could read him like a book. It was something that she had always been able to do