[I apologize, once again, to everyone for my inconvenient timing.. :\ ]
+Sam+
The dim candlelight flickered about the tight corridors as the chestnut brunette carefully crept through the dark. Steadying her breath so not to exhale too much at once, her esophagus began to stutter in fear of exhausting the flame. She had yet to check the rest of the church for herself, and she really felt as if she should occupy herself with something other than worrying herself to death about their two scouts. The hairs on Samantha's arms and neck stood on end as she searched for some source of warmth within that small castle of a building. She exhaled; this time the warmth of her breath was clearly distinguishable as it cut through the suddenly colder part of the church.
The all-wooden set-up throughout the hallways and side rooms evoked an even more eerie sense about the place. With every step the girl took, the wooden floors gave away her location. The clicking of her boots on the hollow floor echoed off of the walls and ceiling. She looked above each door for any sign of a nursery. There should be blankets in there, "every church has a nursery, right?" Sam mentioned aloud to talk herself through this challenge. The school teacher figured she would just peak into each room as she inched down the hallway, to cover ground quicker, in case the kids have to call, in case everyone gets back soon, which she hoped the latter was soon the case.
•Jordan•
Jordan had taken this raven-haired girl's word for what he remembered one to be, but there were certain concerns he had with this whole situation. First of all, this blonde girl he was now worrying so much about protecting could be one of the bad guys he so effortlessly despises; Jordan would have to deal with that truth when or if that situation did arise. For now, he was committed. Secondly, though, these people in front of him could be telling him anything he wanted to hear; but why would the man sacrifice his well-being for me, as a stranger? Jordan watched as the girl spoke to the man about doctoring his wound, which she caused, the boy wouldn't let that image go. When the bigger man refused her offer and began to situate his arm, again, Jordan decided to speak up, "Us, too.." Although the man did not know whether or not he was telling the exact truth, Jordan would keep his eyes on her, as well as these other strangers. He**, we're all strangers the optimist reminded himself.
-Jason-
"Nahh.." An icepack would be amazing, though.. the man shook and gripped the air with his hand again, rolling his shoulder back to work out any kinks. Of course, subconsciously, Jason did this, mostly, to express that his group had no weakness, even in a case such as this one. They could hold their own. The stinging pain tingled throughout his bicep. Well, maybe.. he thought to himself before continuing to speak to their guest, who had answered Blathnaid, "Good."
Great Jason hesitated as the small blonde revealed herself from behind the bread racks. Another female to protect.. Jason hoped this Asian boy was up for protecting her because Blathnaid was, most definitely, going to be his first priority; we already have a group, he tried to convince himself. Who am I kidding? Jason racked his brain; the man could never leave an eligible person behind. Of course, Blathnaid would be his first priority, but the man could never leave another man, nor especially a woman, behind without going down trying. The ex-fireman debated letting this new gathering of people know about the doubt he may have had about his ability to wield his weapon, now. Jason thought twice; although the couple said they were okay people did not mean they were, necessarily, telling the truth. This type of physical problem Jason had would definitely make him more susceptible to an attack. The oaf decided to keep his problem to himself to keep his half of this new group safe; he just hoped these people were as sympathetic as he was.
