and then there were none. [open and accepting]

[desplantcito]

✩𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗✩

✩𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛/𝟹𝟸/𝚋𝚒✩

✩𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 ✩
✩𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍: 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎✩

Charlie rose found herself awakened on top of a frame-less mattress, a too small cover draped across her sprawled out form. With her face long buried in an unfamilar set of pillows, and her feet threatening to dangle off the bed, her eyes opened onto white fabric.
She lefted her head up quickly, an angerly confused expression on her face. It felt warmer than her truck, and it was certainly more comfortable.

Oh yeah, she lived here now.

Her arms relaxed and she let her face fall back onto the pillow, not quite falling back asleep. It was that liminal space after you've woken up, where you don't worry about anything and you forget your purpose besides resting. It was fading away, mostly due to the fact that her nose was stopped up and barely letting her breathe.

She started gathering herself to sit up, this time slower and rubbing her nose. The winter really did take it's toll on her sinuses, even before the outbreak. She shed the cover, revealing her oversized orange shirt and half-asleep expression. Her eyes focused on the empty room in front of her. Nothing but this mattress and an old foldy table she'd used to put her glasses on. It was framed by baby blue wallpaper that reminded her of the color of her truck.

Her truck!

She hadn't even moved it inside of the gates, she must have been too tired to remember to. Surely somebody drove it inside, although she didn't know if that would be more or less disturbing than it being around the mourners. She would have hurried out and checked, but she tried to calm herself down. The people here weren't dumb, a little free with who they trusted, but not dumb.

She looked to the closed door of the a-joined bathroom, wondering idley if this town had running water still. She knew most of them did, but she wouldn't be surprised if the government had cut theirs off to. Shower sure would be nice.

Thankfully, the bathroom had enough toilet paper to sufficiently unstuff her nose, and enough water to tame her tangled jet-black hair.

She looked at the crusty mirror as she dried her hair off using an old stained washcloth she kept in her backpack. Her eyes would almost match her hair if it wasn't for the glimmer of brown edging the bottom of her irises. At least her hair stuck out a bit less now, even if it was slightly damp.

She leaned on the sink with her elbows and pointed at her reflection.

"You, my dear, are a mess."

Her voice was deep and scratchy from sleep. She propped her head on her hand.

"But you're still gorgeous in the apocalypse."

She smiled and felt herself giggle at how easy the words flew from her mouth to no-one, and how the statement contradicted her tired and worn face. As she reached for her backpack she added.

"Besides the pimples. We could work on the pimples."

She grabbed a granola bar from the bag and decided to snoop around her new house whilst she ate it. Her bare feet padded against the hardwood as she scanned the place thoughtfully. It looked like the house was made in the 60's from the looks of it. Crown molding was strung across most of the walls, tasteful wallpaper covering the walls in a flat wash of colors. The hard wood was dark and sturdy, probably from some tree that had lived longer than she had.

She counted the rooms, trying to remember them. One master bedroom with a bathroom, a chunky staircase leading to a closed in living room and kitchen. Everything was extremely walled in, which added to how cozy and warm it made her feel. The heat actually did work better than her truck's, so maybe it was just the temperature.

One room upstairs stood out in her search. As she entered the door way, chomping on her oat bar, she saw a crib. And as she closed the distance even more, a puzzled look bloomed as she chewed and scanned. There were stickers of barn animals strewn about, a diaper changing table and a small empty bookcase. As she neared the empty crib, she looked down at it and sighed.

Who had lived here before? Was the baby alive? She choose to believe it had escaped with it's parents when everyone was freaking out. Surely. She took another bite as she decided she'd ask Roden if he knew the family who lived here.

Since she was already in here, she looked out at the large window that looked out over the town center. She saw some blonde kid riding a bike, a few pedestrians almost jumping out of the way. That made her smile a bit, least someone was having fun.

Looking out over the people, she remembered she should probably go ask Roden about her job and her ideas about it. Well, she would if she knew where he lived. Or worked, for that matter.

She squinted her eyes as she saw who she think she remembered showed her around last night. Wasn't his name Theo? He'd be the one to ask where Roden was, probably.

She hurried back to her room and changed into her usual outfit, A guns and roses t shirt stuffed into baggy high waisted jeans, and tumbled down the stairs with her backpack.

She elbowed the door opened and locked it back quickly, hoping to catch Theo before he escaped her sight.

"Hey! Theo, wait up!" She called out, still ajusting her backpack onto her shoulders.

She jogged closer and put a hand on his shoulder to steady herself at his side. She gulped in some air, man she was not built for speed.

"Good mornin'! How's it going?" She said, catching her breath and looking from the ground back to him. She seemed much more energized but emotionally sound than last night. Exhaustion does things to you, man.

[Elillium]

xx
𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘳
xxxxxxlocation: the gathering ╌ tagged: nina, margot ╌ form ╌ wc: 322
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adeline nodded as she listened to margot's interesting story. it made her wonder what the chances were that
the same scavenger who had shot margot could have ended up here. the interview process to get in was not
that tedious, and as long as you at least looked honest you could probably lie and cheat your way in. maybe
that same person had been seeking refuge and thought that stealing her bag was the only way. adeline felt
relieved that she knew it had not been herself who had shot margot. she had not carried a gun in months and
was not in any hurry to pick one up again.

she extended her hands out to the fire once more. anywhere the light from the fire shone, was warm. her
hands had been down, tucked in the soft places behind both of her knees for comfort, but she had found
that they were warmer when they were out in the light. adeline looked over at her once more when she
mentioned that she needed a place to stay. "i do," she offered. being generous and nurturing was effortless
to her, she hadn't thought twice about offering either of them help. "i just got here a few hours ago, but i
claimed a house in the back northwestern corner of this place." she paused, trying to remember the layout
of the house she had merely taken a nap in. "you do not have to stay on the couch if you do not wish, the
house does have an extra bedroom, i think it belonged to maybe a young teenaged girl," she offered. although,
if the woman did wish to stay on the couch it did not bother her. adeline had already claimed the master
bedroom for herself; she planned on washing the sheets in the morning and would do the same for the girl's
room if margot wanted to stay for a while.

[desplantcito]

✩𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗✩

✩𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛/𝟹𝟸/𝚋𝚒✩

✩𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛✩
✩𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍: 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎 ✩

"Yeah, I um." She took her hand off his shoulder and stood back up, swishing her bangs from her eyes. It crossed her mind again the starkness of her american accent between most people here.

"I slept good. Probably the best sleep I've had in a while, honestly. A lot better than sleeping in my truck." She said with a breathy chuckle, shoving her hands in her pockets. "Speaking of my truck, did ya'll bring it into town?" She squinted as she looked at him, the bleached winter sun getting in her eyes.

"I'd like to go get some of my stuff out of it, if possible." Most of her clothes were in there, along with the chocolate bar she hadn't finished yet.

"Could you , like, take me to it?" She knew it would probably be easier if he just pointed her in the right direction, but she wanted to talk to somebody for a while. It'd been so long, and she hardly counted last night as a friendly interaction.



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☀ 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 ☀

☀𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 - 𝟷𝟹 - 𝚙𝚊𝚗/𝚊𝚌𝚎 ☀

☀𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚗'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎☀
☀𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍: 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚗 ☀

Gator went to sleep with a mission and woke up with one.

They were gonna find out who the new woman was, what her purpose was, and her deepest secrets. Well, we'd see about the last one. Sunflowers and extremely bad hand writing only got you so far.

They burst out of bed, not a hint of groggyiness in their demeanor. They were an extreme morning person by the looks of it, but it certainly wasn't genetic. It was something they'd picked up from waking up early to help Maar make breakfast for the town, but thankfully they had the day off today. Usually they'd help Maar anyways. But like I said, they had other plans.

After getting up in the same clothes they slept in, they snatched their notebook from the nightstand and started to work.

Soon, they were sitting criss-cross on the wood floor, using the dog in their lap as a makeshift desk for their writing.

"It's perfect, Tripod. My magnum opus." They signed to Tripod without thinking, as if it flowed as easy as talking to yourself.

Since they had finished whatever they had written down, they sat the notebook aside and hauled the small dog up to their face to hug him. As they buried their face into his slightly stinky fur, they decided they'd try to say something. They'd tried it before, early on in their life before the outbreak. They could even say full sentences to their parents at one point. But, that progress vainshed when their parents did.

They held out Tripod a bit, and he stared back with his big empty dumb eyes. The only thing in that head was air and love.

"B-" They started, contorting their face a bit. It felt wrong on their mouth, unlike the usual hmm's and humming they usually did. They felt like their stomach was churning already, something felt deeply wrong with the noises they were making. "B-Baby." Once they'd spoken a full word their Irish accent became pretty apparent. They closed their eyes suddenly, calming their mind down and waiting for something to happen.

They opened their eyes and saw the same small dumb dog.

"Lo-love you." They slurred a bit, hugging the dog now and burying their face again. "Baby." They said again, muffled by Tripod's thick fur. That was all they could take for one day, they'd try again later. They set the dog back in their lap with a flop.

"Good progress Tripod, we'll work on your more on your social skills tomorrow." They signed, and then gave Tripod a big kiss on the head.

After a few minutes, They were grabbing their coat and heading outside of the shed. Tripod was limping behind them like a lost puppy because he knew he was about to go for a ride. He'd actually gotten pretty good at moving with three legs. Gator turned the corner of the kitchen building, and jogged towards the food table that was sparcely laid with a light breakfast. Maybe they'd find the new woman here? They scanned the area with no results, Same ol' people. Back to plan A.

They grabbed two bananas. One for them, and one for the person they'd be interrogating, and stuffed them into their coat pockets for now. They bent their knees a bit and looked down at Tripod, who was now wagging his tail.

"Good peace offering, you think?" They signed with a smile. Tripod looked at them with the same dull happy eyes. Gosh they loved that dumb three legged dog.

They jogged back to their shed and un-leaned their bright green bike from it's perch, putting Tripod and the two bananas in the basket.

"Don't." They signed, and then pointed to the bananas. With no response but tail wagging, they assumed their message was recieved and headed off to Roden's house.

They trip was a bit swervey, and they may have ran over somebody's foot, but they considered it an over-all win since they actually arrived at the distanation.

They unmounted their bike, and unloaded their shaking dog who seemed very thankful to be on the ground.

"Oh come on, you know you love my rides. You're just jealous you don't have hands." They signed to him between grabbing bananas from the basket and stuffing them in their pockets. They trotted up to the door as Tripod hobbled up the stairs behind them.

Knock Knock Knock.

After waiting a moment, the door opened and they could see the bearded wonder himself. They promptly shoved a piece of paper towards him.

"Hello, sir. Now, you may be wondering, why is gator here? Well, that's simple. I'm here because I heard a rumor around town that there's new folk around. I'm willing to pay for information on this person, such as favorite color, name, birth date, social security number, ect, with fruit. Enclosed is a banana."

They held up the slightly bruised banana.

[roony]

( `★ ⊱ 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄x𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐘 )
xxiage. elevenxloc. roden's bedroomxfeeling. content, curiousxtags. roden, gator

xxxxrays of sun barely managed to peek through the small room. the curtains on either side of the windows had been neglected to be closed that night, giving madeline the consequence of being nearly blinded by the jarring light. she winced, trying to block out the aching sensation of the sun against her closed lids. a small yawn escaped the brunette's lips, followed by a weak stretch of her limbs as she rose from the mattress.
xxxxit took her a few moments to remember where she was, and the events that followed last night. the friendly man who'd helped her out, who she later discovered went by the name of roden, decided to take her in for the night. it was a kind gesture, and it almost made her wonder where he'd ended up sleeping instead of his own bed. madeline yawned one last time, ridding her legs of the thick blankets draped over her frame. she pulled away the remnants of the covers, swinging her bare feet over on the end of the bed. her hair, which had once been a disheveled mess the night before, was up in a loose ponytail. she rubbed the back of her head, feeling the chill of her fingers against her skin. it felt nice to have her hair off her neck.
xxxxmadeline sluggishly removed herself from the mattress, her gaze fixating onto her belongings that she'd left at the corner of the room. specifically her denim jacket. there wasn't any point in putting it on now, as she wasn't planning on leaving the warm confinements of the house anytime soon. or, whatever she was in.
xxxxthe door to roden's room was left slightly cracked, giving her access to the sounds that were taking place beyond where she was standing. curiously, she made her way towards the kitchen space, her eyes searching for the man until they rested upon him, seated at the table with a bowl of cereal. she never really realized how hungry she was until she made contact with the cereal box waiting idly on the counter. madeline swayed, awkwardly drawing her curious gaze away from roden and to the various knick-knacks parading the walls. after the silence drew forward long enough, madeline fought up the courage to speak.
xxxx"thanks for letting me sleep in your bed," she muttered shyly, not maintaining proper eye contact with roden as she plopped herself in the chair beside him. she fumbled with her fingers, gaze taking interest with the wooden flooring until she heard the sound of a fist rapping against the front door. she jumped, clearly not expecting the sudden thump. she watched as roden approached the door.

xxxxword count ⊱x446

[desplantcito]

☀ 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 ☀

☀𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 - 𝟷𝟹 - 𝚙𝚊𝚗/𝚊𝚌𝚎 ☀

☀𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚗'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎☀
☀𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍: 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚗, 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 ☀

[size=90] Gator's big blue and green eyes widened. Somebody in her age group? What a bargain for a banana!

They nodded furiously at Roden's question, already getting out their talking notebook and booking it towards madeline. They'd been in Roden's house before, so they didn't spare much of a glance to anything but her. Gator was a bit tall for their age, so they thought she looked small and cute. They couldn't wait to be friends with her. She did look a bit apprehensive though.

They pulled up a chair beside her with a squeak and got their own slightly bruised banana out of their coat pocket only to sit it on the table. Gator waved at the girl, a huge grin across their face. Tripod wobbled towards Roden and bumped his head against his leg. Wrong way. He continued to eventually settle at Gator's feet in hopes of banana droppings, then he layed down as if he hadn't already slept 12 hours.

Gator worked as fast as they could on the note, sticking out their tongue from concentration. Their handwriting suffered a bit for it, but they really wanted to talk to her!

After a few moments, they slid a piece of paper over to her, smile wide and watching her expressions.

"Hi! My name is Gator and I can't talk. (That's why I write lol). I'm 13 and like to cook and stuff. Your hair is pretty! Also this dog is named Tripod, he has three legs and he's trying his best! Also what's your name??"

Once Madeline seemed to be finished with reading they held out a tanned hand for her to shake, an expectant look on their face.

[haru ;]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx███ ⊰ ＳＨＩＮ ＳＵＨＯ . / / ███

indentationthe boy slept fitfully, as usual, and the very moment his eyes fluttered open he locked his gaze with a peeling ceiling and scowled. suho tossed over in the thin mattress, wincing as a spring jabbed into the tender part of his ribs. for a moment, he simply blinked disorientedly at the door across the small room, and then twisted his head back to squint at the silken rays of sunlight streaming in through the open window. oh. he was in the extra room above roden's place, where he liked to bunk in whenever he fancied a proper bed and a stay in town. half-wondering whether roden was already awake, and another half of him mulling over why he was just so hungry, suho peeled the thin, fraying blanket from his legs and propped himself up with his elbows on his knees. interspersed between the noisy rattling of a tiny fan were the long, trilling calls of invisible cuckoo birds outside the window, and he made a subconscious movement as if to shoo them away, before realising it was virtually impossible. hissing through his teeth, the fifteen-year-old boy swung his legs around the edge of the bed to rest on the floorboards with a resounding thud.
indentationafter giving the mouldy wallpaper of his cramped bedroom a scornful once-over, suho quickly slipped into a loose white shirt (as always) coupled with a pair of ripped jeans, and briefly appraised his lean, slightly under-fed person. he then gave his teeth several swipes of the toothbrush, splashed some water onto his face, grabbed the strap of his backpack and was off in an instant out the window, coiling and extending his legs as he found purchase on a near-hanging tree branch and leaped his way to the bottom. roden and whoever was down there probably would have a clear view of the big tree outside the house. hiding a smile, suho attempted to tame his hair before promptly giving up. he knew he shouldn't have done something that might draw attention to himself, especially unwanted attention from the mourners, but there was nothing than a rush of thrill first thing in the morning.
indentation"yo," suho greeted casually, throwing up two fingers in a salute as he invited himself into the main house. roden would likely tell him off again. you shouldn't walk around as if everything's normal. you should have knocked. at the sight of the two children [ madeline and gator ] with roden, however, his relatively cheerful disposition faded a little. it wasn't as if suho had anything against girls. he just wasn't into people in general, and roden was the only one who would put up with him, so naturally suho liked him back. he ran a hand through his hair, apparently a tad at a lost of what to say or do. "uh, i got down by the 'tree-way' again. sorry. also, hi, i guess." he muttered the last part rather offhandedly, cheeks slightly pink, as he dumped his bag in the corner and made a beeline for the cereal box. suho supposed the smaller girl was also getting some for herself, so he hung back awkwardly and watched roden's expression.

[rookfern]

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. sam silverhawk // . 27 years // . male // . pansexual // . location: kingsdale prison -- house// . tags: aaron, open


━ Sam nodded, more absentmindedly than agreeing with Aaron. He still wasn't fully on the boat that he was innocent, but Aaron certainly seemed to believe he hadn't done anything wrong. And then there was the concept of morality, something that had become so blurred and gray in the face of the end of the world. Did they really have the means to decide who was guilty and who was innocent anymore? Sam twiddled his fingers as he thought before he realized where he was: still in the prison late at night talking to a potentially-dangerous criminal. Clearing his throat, he raised his head and eyed Aaron. "I should be going; don't think Roden would take kindly to me being in here talking to you."

He offered Aaron a wry smile before heading towards the exit. He stopped, mulling over a thought, before looking back to the man in the cell. "I'll be back," he promised, not quite sure why he did, "sometime when I'm not covered in mud and it's not horribly late at night." He clicked his tongue against his teeth, deciding whether or not to tack anything on to his already-muddled mutterings. Best not to let his mouth run away from him. Giving Aaron a last two-fingered salute, he slipped back out of the prison and onto the dark streets.

It looked like the gathering had finished and everyone was heading to bed. Lights were slowly winking out, bathing the streets in an almost darkness. Pulling up his coat collar, Sam slunk back to his house. He barely had the mind to change out of his dirty clothes before he flopped into his bed and curled his blankets up to his shoulders.


━━

Morning came too early. The sunlight hit Sam directly in the eyes, and he threw an arm over his head to block out the offending light. The damage was done, though; he wouldn't be getting back to sleep 'til he had worn himself down again. He rolled over with a groan before slowly getting up. Grit was half-gluing his eyes shut, and there wasn't much he wouldn't give for a nice hot shower. After thoroughly rubbing his eyes, he dressed in semi-clean clothes and pulled his hair up out of the way. It would do; beggars couldn't be choosers in the apocalypse.

He bumbled to his barren kitchen space, his gaze drifting from the miscellaneous knickknacks on the counter to the empty cupboards. Yeah, maybe eating all his crackers the previous morning hadn't been the best idea. Heaving a sigh, Sam leaned against the counter and stared out the window at his garden. He could pick a few leaves of cabbage and dig up a few carrots. The cabbage would need time to cook, though, and the carrots were miserably small and misshapen in the cold dirt. Maybe he could just stave off his hunger until lunch rolled around.

[roony]

( `★ ⊱ 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄x𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐘 )
xxiage. elevenxloc. roden's housexfeeling. curiousxtags. roden, gator & suho

xxxxmadeline nodded in reply to roden's comment. it sounded nice to have a room of her own. but where would she sleep? it seemed as though he wanted to get rid of her as soon as possible, which she didn't really take much offense to. she would want her own room back too if someone else was hogging it. the knock on the door that followed their conversation allowed madeline to rest on her thoughts, gingerly taking a bowl and spoon as she poured herself a small amount of cereal.
xxxxshe didn't get much of a chance to eat it, though, because someone was standing beside her, with a big grin on their face. they were holding a small sheet of paper, extending their arm out for her to take it. she paused for a moment, eyeing the note in her hand before grasping it. for once in a long while, a smile curled onto her lips, almost laughing as she read over the words. why couldn't they talk? did they lose their voice? were they deaf? madeline didn't know the details, but they seemed happy regardless.
xxxx"that's very nice of you to say," she said, her smile growing as she folded the paper and placed it on the counter. she grabbed the spoon waiting idly in the bowl and took a few bites of the cereal, before hearing another alarming sound outside the house. her breath hitched, wondering for a split second if it was a mourner. but the boy on the other end appeared harmless. he'd explained that he was up on a tree, to which she giggled, quickly swallowing her food to prevent herself from choking.

xxxxword count ⊱x279

[desplantcito]

☀ 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 ☀

☀𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 - 𝟷𝟹 - 𝚙𝚊𝚗/𝚊𝚌𝚎 ☀

☀𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚗'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎☀
☀𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍: 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚗, 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚑𝚘 ☀

Gator nodded quickly at Madeline as they ripped open their banana and started scarfing it down. As they chewed, they scribbled out a note that said. "What's your name and favorite color? Mine is green." They looked at her with expectant eyes again, mouth full. But something interupted their gaze. Could it be, a preteen who also had no respect for Roden's privacy?

Alas, it was just a normal teen, Shin Suho. They'd never really had a conversation with him besides when Gator was tasked with handing out plates. They'd heard he used to play volleyball and sat on roofs, and that was the extent of information they could fish from the other towns people. And that was saying something, Gator was excellent at retrieving information. They thoughtfully chewed on their last bit of banana, squinting at the boy and sliding a bit of peel to Tripod on the floor.

Once Madeline responded to the note, Gator offered a smile and shot up from their chair. They gave a quick salute to Madeline and took a note to themself to talk to her more in just a minute. They marched up to where the boy was getting cereal, and squinted at him with a hand on their hip. What was he hiding? Tragic backstory or not, surely he needed company. They always seen him alone...

They scribbled their sentence on the piece of paper and handed it to Suho.

"You know this is my turf right? I'm the assigned annoying preteen to Roden. ):O."

They hoped it got across as humorous? It wasn't the best conversation starter, but they knew nothing about him. What were they gonna say. "Fancy a game of badmitten? know you like sports!" That did sound fun but also, super lame! They did hand it to him with a smile in hopes of coming across nicer, but they feared it came across sarcasticly. Once he looked up at them again they had their tongue stuck out in thought, pondering on how to get tone across in paper.

[vordic.]

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Valentin awoke to the sun drifting in through the curtains of his small home inside of Kingsdale. The tall man slipped slowly out of the comfort of his bed, acting almost as if this world wasn't a wasteland of disaster. Valentin stepped from his full sized bed- appearing in only a pair of sweatpants -and towards the bathroom of his bedroom, where he would peer into the shining mirror upon the wall. Valentin examined himself for a few minutes... The scruff on his face, his black hair swept back and bed headed, the gleam in his devious eyes. The man splashed his face with cold water, and gave it a quick wash and drying before combing out his smooth black hair with a sweeping motion. Once he felt like his prettying up was finished, he quickly brushed his teeth with a minty flavored toothpaste; furthermore, after spitting out the foam of the toothpaste, he cupped his hands under the water faucet. Valentin took a sip from his hands and swished the water around inside of his mouth. He poured the rest of the water out of his hands, and spit out the water from his mouth. Valentin wiped his face off with a tattered towelette, and tossed it aside into the abyss of the room. The rather handsome man maneuvered back into the main bedroom to throw on a white V-Neck long-sleeve, along with change his sweat pants into a pair of dark white washed jeans. With a huff, Valentin plopped down onto his bed and slipped a pair of black socks on, along with his military grade combat boots. Finally, he was ready to face the day for now, later he'd come back and pick up his weapons from their home in the closet for his daily patrol around the small town of Kingsdale that happened around the evening.

Valentin stepped out of his home, and closed the door behind him with a soft click of the lock jamming into place. Valentin moved across the street, and started his rather short walk towards Roden's house to get information about what must have happened last night after he skipped the gathering and went ahead to bed, which shortly happened after meeting the young girl, Adeline. Valentin shook himself out of his thoughts, and spotted he was nearly to the Roden's home. Valentin approached the door to the building slowly, and gave a signature three knocks before entering into the home. Once he entered through the door, and instantly found himself spotting several children of the town of Kingsdale, and a possibly stressed out Roden. He gave a quick salute to the man before giving a devious smirk. "Ah.. Roden. I didn't know you were such a father figure to the young ones." Valentin chuckled, his voice rough. Valentin finally stepped fully into the kitchen before turning his rather dark chocolate eyes towards the kids. "Speaking of the young ones, good morning to you all." He said, his Romanian accent coming out inside of his words.