[[ Abandoned ]] [semi-lit+ zombie, accepting]

[kimmy1479]

~Ashia~

"Sure thing." she said as she scanned the shelves. Her eyes moved among the bottles, reading quickly the labels. Than she spotted the half empty bottle of Ginger Ale and poured two cups, taking her fizzy drink in small sips as her other hand stretched out to give the second soda to the thirsting girl.
"I think there's a couch down this way." Ashia said, motioning towards the back where she thought she had spotted one earlier. She hadn't a clue what a kip was, but that, she figured, was irrelevant. "I also think there's some bar peanuts over here; care for any?" she asked, already looking under the bar for some. Though not starving, since her last meal had been -thankfully- just that morning, she was still extremely peckish, and this Billie girl, seemed to be as well.

[Hekomi]

Charles Kinsley

Charles nodded to Rick as he spoke; at least in a group there was a better chance for survival. They could watch each other's backs and defend as a team. He was sure there were at least almost twenty of them now, and with more flooding in through the now open door, they'd soon be quite full. He watched as the newcomers filled in, holding the hammer he had found loosely in his hand, waiting for the opportunity to board the door back up. The street seemed fairly empty, so he wasn't too worried about speed.

"A cop? At least you know kind of what we're dealing with, and can use a gun. You don't have any access to more guns though, do you? We could definitely use them, and I'm sure by now most stores have been looted. We could send out a small party, if possible..." He mulled the thoughts in his mind, almost missing Rick's next words. He looked up, glancing around the room. Most of the people in there were at least in there teens, and there were a few children even younger. He sighed, running his hand through his hair. "At least you bring hope. That's the thing we need right now," Charles was never one for really deep conversation but it was true. He may have just been a man in a uniform, but he gave the group discipline and hope. Hope that they might get out of there, that some order may come from this.

Most of the newcomers seemed to be accompanied by their pets. Charles nodded at the new man, Robert, and stuck out his hand in greeting. "Charles, and no worries. It's better we all stick together. I don't think noise is too much a problem, none of them seem to be near here." They already had quite a few animals tucked away in the barn, including two horses. It was rather inconvenient, but trying to convince their owners not to would have been harder.

"There should be running water behind the bar... and maybe some food. I bet we're all hungry. Let's bolt these doors back up [[assuming everyone is inside, if not just smack 'em inside]] and we can rummage around for supplies."

Avalon Caradoc

Avalon's eyes were wide as she took in everything around her. There were people wounded and people with animals, and even a few kids around her age. She stuck close to Ivan though, almost hiding behind his leg. He was the reason she made it out safe. Clutching the small stuffed dog to her chest she stared at everyone, finally staring at a boy who seemed to be a little older than her. She scooted out from behind Ivan to shuffle over to him, grabbing her backpack.

With her small hand extended, she handed him a piece of stale bread. It wasn't much, but it was the first thing she could find in her pack. She said nothing, just staring at him with her wide blue eyes.

[Bearsy <3]

Rick nodded a little, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he watched more people crowd in. He frowned slightly at the animals, worrying about the risks, but stayed quiet. He didn't want to get involved in any arguments, as he knew how easily things could escalate; frayed nerves, exhaustion, neither helped people's tempers.

"I guess the police station might have some more, if it hasn't been over-run already. I've not been back there since... well, whatever happened." Rick shrugged, crossing his arms and surveying the room. There was a lot of people, and he had to hand it to Charles, he seemed to be handling everything well. Young, too. Probably with no formal firearm training to speak of. Maybe he could teach them, at least a few of the oldest. Kids with guns didn't quite sit right with Rick, but desperate times and all that. He'd have to get used to the idea fairly quickly.

"I don't know. I wouldn't want to take people out and leave here," he gestured around the bar, "Weaker for it. Only if you can spare the help." Rick said, taking another sweep of the room. So many kids. He thought, so many kids alone.

When Charles spoke again Rick glanced down, "We'll need more than hope to get through this. But it's a start, I guess."

[[Eek, dudes, I'm sorry it's so short. .-. Once things start to get more involved, I'll be able to get more down. c:

[wickedbvnes]

'I'm Rockie..' the boy said, quietly. He then took the piece of bread, and offered her a few bandaids in return. 'Just in case you get hurt.' he said, shyly. His eyes were on the girl the whole time as he nibbled on the bread, to preserve it. 'Are you an orphan, too?' he asked, his quiet voiced ravaged by a sore throat. He coughed, he had had weak lungs all his life. Being a little ill made his situation worse, but he'd cope.He put his cap on, and put the bread in his jeans pocket. He gently grabbed her hand. 'Do you want to come see my friend, Rick?' he asked. He liked the company of Rick; It made him feel protected.

[kimmy1479]

(Derp. XD I've been RPing Ashia, and I completely forgot about Aaron. )

~Aaron~

He turned his head nonchalantly, scanning the many faces that decorated the tavern room. He pondered about their many probably origins, thinking about how, though all from different races, classes, society's, etc. they where all bound together in the same compact bar room, hiding from the inevitable apocalypse plaguing the city. And as he sat at the bar, wondering about these things and taking quick swigs of his beverage, he saw the two females drinking Ginger Ale. He watched absently as the one girl poured, and than handed the drink to the other. Bored, he was about to move his gaze when he spotted the first girl offering peanuts to the other. His stomach growled in protest to it's current emptiness. He wasn't a fan of nuts and, though pickiness wasn't something one could usually afford at a time like this, he wondered briefly if there was anything else to eat in this bar. It was a large establishment, and probably catered to more than just men looking to get drunk, so there was bound to be something behind the hard wood bar....

[Awnry~Kitten]

{Anywhere I could jump back in...?}

[kimmy1479]

(Well, Aaron is just sitting at the bar, and Ashia is offering peanuts to Billie. You could approach either. ^_^ )

[Awnry~Kitten]

X Killas 07 X

Rob noticed a kid {Aaron} sitting on a counter near to where he was standing. He filled a bowl with water for his dog Bryan and walked over to the kid casually. He seemed kinda lonely, and Rob knew that especially in these times anyone would be nice for company. Well, maybe not anybody.... He smiled at the kid and said, "What's up? You ok?"

He watched the kid to make sure he wasn't upset or sad or anything. He didn't like to see people sad, they all had to be strong right now.

[kimmy1479]

~Aaron~

Aaron turned, his expression not changing as he scanned the newcomer.
"I'm fine." he replied, not warmly, but not unkindly either. His voice was strict monotone, as it indeed matched his current mood.
Was he glad he was in a place with other humans, no zombies in sight?
Sure.
Was he glad that there where zombies to fear? Rampaging the streets, killing off everyone, and causing nightmares to become reality? Certainly not.

He was, to be honest, perfectly neutral, and his voice reflected it.

[intriguing]

~ Billie Tara Evans ~

"Cheers," said Billie, instead of thanks, it was something of a mannerism of hers. "No, ta, can't stomach much right now," she replied to the offering of food. She had never been a big eater, and with the prospect of the living dead slowly eating her organs from inside out made her feel even less inclined to eat. She nodded, pretty much in agreement with everything the girl had said so far, and took a long sip of her drink, it tingled the back of her throat and shivered with relish, she had not drunk for a while, it being more difficult than one thought to take a gulp of water in a cupboard. Billie said, "I'm just gonna go see who else is round, know who I'm working with, catch up with you later?" she smiled and raised an eyebrow in questioning, before going through the groups of people to find someone who looked like they were remotely in control of the group. After letting her gaze flitter about the room for a while her line of sight stumbled across Charles. Yes, he was defintiely in charge around here, not bossy, but a certain leader. She seeked him out like a missile it's target and approached him through the people, there seemed quite a crowd milling around. At some point in her walkingshe had finished her drink and put the cup in her bag, no harm in keeping it for later, her baseball bat had resumed position in her hand and she had now found Charles.
"You're the one in charge around here right?" she asked with a certain bluntness, she didn't mean to seem rude, she just needed this confirmation before proceeding with her questions. She felt a little intimidated, looking up at him, but she herself wasn't short, so she tried her hardest to feel strong. "What plan of action have we got?" she asked crossing her arms, once again she felt rude and encroaching, after all, she'd only just gotten into the group after camping in a cupboard and here she was, asking nosy questions. She just needed to know was all, without information she felt weaker, and thought she may look strong, she rarely felt it. Absent-midedly her hand reached for the cord around her neck, she felt the three keys lying there and her hand fell back to her side and around the strap of her bag, Not a single one of the bullets lining the strap had been used, not that she would know had to use them, and she hoped the ammunition may be of more use to this group than it was to her. As she waited for a response she looked around, constantly vigilant, her eyes took in small details of her surroundings, not jsut the people but the place, the weakpoints of the structure. She looked back at Charles, "I'm Billie, by the way" she said with a nod, and left her belated introduction at that.