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Post by Baylee Shepherd on Dec 13, 2011 23:30:01 GMT -5
Baylee Thomas Shepherd Allowing the hunter to take him to his house. The eighteen year old admit to defeat when his knee was out of action for while. The injury wasn't that serious and would heal with bed rest for few weeks. Living in another house was strange to him, since he spent the last nine years out in the open, fighting for surival. He missed his mother really much and kept a photograph of her in his pocket. Sitting down on the guest bed which he was placed down after arrival, he looked the photo. A single lonely tear fell down his cheek. 'I miss you so much mom. I know who killed you now. I would make them pay for killing you. I promise.'
[/i] He then kissed the photo, slipping it back into his pocket. Blue eyes were scanning the white room which was kind of creepy. The house he lived in was fulled with rotten wood which was in the woods. Beds didn't exist as his mother couldn't afford them, so he spend all his life lying on the cold floorboards. This didn't bother the youngster as he was happy, his mother was happy, even though his father was busy with late shifts most of the time. Then that awful day came and they went out and never came back. His eyes kept on running the tears, as he got off the bed for moment and limped towards the window, to look outside. Even though it was pitch dark and nothing was easily seen, he stayed there, until the door began to open and he waited for the figure to come out to the light and show themselves. TAGGED :: Derrick & Marine LOCTATION :: Redience MUSE :: High MUSIC :: N/A CREDITS :: (c) to Baylee for NYE[/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Marnie O'Malley on Dec 13, 2011 23:53:14 GMT -5
Marnie opened the door slowly and poked her head in. She was holding a tray filled with food. She was dressed in a pair of jogging pants and a white tank top with spaghetti shoulder straps. Her blond hair was pulled into a ponytail. Some of the shorter strands had hung loose and tickled her cheeks. Her hazel brown eyes skimmed over the young boy on the bed in the spare bedroom. She could see his knee was injured.
"Hello there. I'm Marnie" she said softly as she slipped into the room and gently placed the tray on his lap. "I brought you some food. Some hot soup"
She sat on the edge of the bed careful not to bump his knee.
"I did have some EMT training. Would you allow me to look at your knee?" Marnie asked him softly.
She absent mindedly put a hand on her belly. While she was only a few weeks pregnant, she knew in time that would change and she would be round. Marnie's eyes twinkled happily as she looked at the young boy.
"Derrick's just a bit soft teddy bear don't let him scare you" She winked at him and looked at Derrick teasingly pinching his cheek. She turned back to the young man.
"What on earth happened to you dear?" Concern filled her voice and expression as she waited for him to speak |
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Post by derrick on Dec 14, 2011 20:18:21 GMT -5
Derrick followed Marnie into the spare bedroom where Baylee had been given to stay. He was thankful she wasn't angry about him being home late though it had been impossible for her to hide that worried look on her face when they first got home. He couldn't blame her though. He had been caught up with the events that happened in the woods. Derrick was also thankful that she was upset about bringing the kid home. Bringing home another person to look after but the man couldn't leave him there. Not while he was injured. That was easy bait and very dangerous. The kid hadn't been the most pleasant person to get along with but he definitely didn't want anymore re-animaters roaming around.
"I'm not as nice as she thinks." He smirked at Marnie's comment as he joked. She definitely had a way of giving the twenty-seven year old the benefit of the doubt. Though, he was glad she could see the good in him and not just his rough exterior.
"He fell into my trap." Derrick responded to her question. That was after all how he got injured. Not to say it was his fault. Not to say it was anyones fault. Just a simple case of being at the wrong place, at the wrong time. Marnie was being so kind and caring but it was no surprise. He gentle and heart felt ways was on the reasons why he cared about. "We should probably let him rest." He placed a hand on her shoulder, noticing that the young man seemed to be upset. He understood in ways. Especially since a glimpse of his past had already bee revealed back in the woods. It wasn't Derrick's business to share what he had come to learn. If the kid wanted to talk about it he'd tell her himself. Though it probably wouldn't be hard with how easy it was to admit his past. He wasn't sure how comfortable he was with the situation. He'd make sure to keep a close eye on their guest.
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Post by Baylee Shepherd on Dec 14, 2011 21:16:41 GMT -5
Baylee Thomas Shepherd Quickly he wipped his tears to hide the fact he have been crying. He moved slightly the left as the woman sat by his side. He hated anyone sitting that close who he doesn't know. Then he saw the food, he wasn't really hungry and pushed the tray off his lap, so it settled down on the duvet. After finding out that his parents were turned into monsters and now dead, he didn't want to eat anymore. The thought of his parents were alive and well, gave him war and hope that he would see them again. She wanted to touch his knee and Baylee wasn't happy with this.
"Don't you fucking dare touch me! I don't wan't your help or anyone's help. Just leave me alone, and take your stupid food with you. My knee is fine and I am fine. I don't have to stay here, I lived through worst than this and it doesn't hurt anymore." He spoke really harshly towards Marine. He got off the bed and forced weight on his knee, which really hurt and his face showed that a lot. "Give me my coat and I can leave." he spoke harshly again, and tired to hide the limp the best he could.
Hearing that Derrick was teddy bear, Baylee grinned knowing this wasn't true. Baylee hated Derrick after what he said about zombies and killing them. "He is a murderer! He killed my parents, his kind killed them, when a cure would have been found! So he isn't teddy bear what you say you stupid cow!" He helled some more. "What happened to me is none of your business. What the fuck are you? The police or something?" He asked even more uneasy with them now. He walked more limping lot more now, as he headed to the door, before he felt his arm being grabbed to stop him. His injury was serious and he couldn't stay on his own like this, no matter what he said.
[OOC: I don't care who grabs him]
TAGGED :: marine & derrick
LOCTATION :: Resendice
MUSE :: High
MUSIC :: N/A
CREDITS :: (c) to Baylee for NYE
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Post by Marnie O'Malley on Dec 14, 2011 23:43:02 GMT -5
Marnie looked at the young man startled. To talk to a perfect stranger like he did, after Marnie was being polite was highly offensive. Marnie raised and eyebrow at him. Her gaze shifted to Derrick and she knew he could see her temper flaring. Being pregnant amplified it. She couldnt tolerate rudeness.
"Excuse me? How dare you speak to me that way!" Marnie snapped angrily. "My boyfriend rescued your ass from zombies. He could have left your ungrateful behind to get eaten" Marnie said coldly.
She was too stunned at his behavior to really get up and grab him but she knew that Derrick would not be happy with the way this brat was behaving. Marnie stood up and picked up the tray of food he didnt want. She kept her eyebrow arched toward Baylee. She heard him say that Derrick killed his family and that he was a murderer. Marnie narrowed her eyes.
"you do realize that your family was not human anymore? Derrick had no choice. They no longer feel, think, rationalize or even know who you are anymore. Frankly I would do the same thing. They are dead" Marnie said emphasizing the word dead. She felt bad being so blunt but clearly this kid was delusional.
The kid got up and Marnie nodded to Derrick, signaling to grab him. He was in no condition to walk.
"thirdly you are in no condition to go anywhere. Your Knee is badly injured. Infection can seep in and it'll get bad" Marnie said stiffly. This kid certainly grated on her nerves. While Marnie had the patience of a saint there was a fine line between patience and just plain rudeness and being ungrateful. She glared at Baylee. Marnie was a little like Derrick. She would take so much then BOOM. She erupts
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Post by Baylee Shepherd on Dec 24, 2011 17:35:55 GMT -5
Baylee Thomas Shepherd Baylee looked at her back. He didn't jump or retact much when he was yelled at. In fact he was used to his, his father was an druggie and would rape his mother in front of him. Then if he wasn't happy Baylee would have the same treatment, a beating or burned. Rolling his bright blue eyes he yelled back at her. "Then he should! I didn't want to freaking live anyway! I didn't ask or want any help!" He spat out, noticed from of it landed on her face. He wasn't infectious with diseases so she was okay that way.
Standing some more and noticed the wet condition and grey sky it was really depressing like himself. "They weren't dead. They could have been cured, who do you think you are killing people! You are sick and your husband is the same. Why don't you just get back to sucking his cock and leave me alone!" He yelled some more, and felt Derek grabbing hold of him. He struggled and fought back, but his thin frame didn't stand a chance against the other body.
Legs were kicking, hitting anything in his path. Blood from his knee was weeping out and the dirt pants were making the cut all dirty. "Get the fuck off me! You have no right keeping me here! You have no right! This is kidnapping!" He yelled and struggling more, the swelling was so bad now, he was unable to bend his leg at all.
Slowly he stopped fighting and calmed down. "Stop torturing me. If your going to rape me do it all ready, so I can fucking go!" He yelled out. "I am going to kill you!" He threatened them both as he meant it as well and waited for them to do it, so he could leave the house right now.
TAGGED :: Marine
LOCTATION :: Resdience
MUSE :: High
MUSIC :: None
CREDITS :: (c) to Baylee for NYE
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