"A sɪɴɢʟᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟᴏsᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ's
ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ I'ᴍ ᴛʜɪʀsᴛʏ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ, sᴏ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ."
Cᴀʀᴏʟɪɴᴀ Lɪᴀʀ
Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ | 17 ʏᴇᴀʀs | Iɴғɪɴɪᴛᴇ Rᴜɴɴᴇʀ | Cʀᴜsʜʟᴇss
This blood keeps me alive, but what is it that runs through you? Electricity and wires dictating everything you do... You're nothing more than a puppet; you can't control your life and in some cases, you can't control yourself. Face it. A tramatizing experience can change you in a whole, and you are the proof.
Carolina felt like throwing Dallas's slimmy, drool covered ball at Nathan's face; perhaps it would knock that sly expression off his face. Yeah, she knew she was funny looking, but did he have to make it obvious? However when she heard his thick chuckle rumble from his throat, she just smiled herself and shook her head. She used her knuckle to give her nose a good scratch, that spicy feeling still lingering from her sneeze and cough. It was like sneezing right after downing about three cans of Sprite. It made your nose squinch up, your eyes get all watery, and throat burn.
She scooted over a bit more when he sat on the couch arm beside her, giving Dallas's tennis ball a good throw as he began agnowledging every character in their little "show". Her father, Preston, used to do the same thing. He would narrarate everything that was going to happen, absolutly spoiling it for whoever hadnt seen it already. And if he liked a show or episode enough, he would constantly take the remote from you, turn the episode back on, and reply all his favorite parts. He would actually memerize what the characters were saying and talk along with them during the show. That was why whenever a show was recorded, it was a race to get to the remote first or to even just watch it. He was by far the worst person to ever watch television with.
"It's not like anyone has anything to do lately." She remarked, giving Dallas's snout a stern shove away when he returned. To continuously play fetch for hourse was completly pointless to the brunette, but to the black lab, it was the closest thing he got to adventure.
Carolina bit her lip as he began to announce the fates of the show's characters. "I see..." She muttered. Nathan had interesting taste in television shows. As for herself, she had always been into the romatic comedy stuff; it was pretty cheesy for a girl her age, but she could never help herself. The whole idea that someone out there actually wanted to sweep her off her feet seemed so unrealistic, but she wanted it. Badly. Just as much as she wanted to take back the flood. "I was thinking it could be him... but then I looked at the girl, there behind the guy who's gonna die, and I saw her brief smug grin. It seemed almost, devilish, you know? It's gotta be her." She briefly glanced up at him, the corners of her mouth rising up into a forced smile.
Her fears had been realized when he pointed out her size. Her mouth instantly went flat. Normally a girl would be flattered to hear such a thing, but not out here. Out here, it was better to be heavier. Carolina shyed away instinctivly. "My mother's dead. I don't need you to replace her." Cal snapped, her grey pools for eyes locked on his face. Her jaw clentched, fists at her side.
"Aᴍ I ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ? Aᴍ I ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏғғ ᴀ ǫᴜɪᴛᴛᴇʀ?
Tʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ I'ᴍ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏғғ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴛʜᴀɴ I ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ."
Dᴀᴡsᴏɴ Mɪʟʟᴇʀ
Mᴀʟᴇ | 19 ʏᴇᴀʀs | Eᴠᴇʀᴍᴏʀᴇ Rᴜɴɴᴇʀ | Cʀᴜsʜʟᴇss
Dawson had awoken earlier that morning, around three o'clock in the morning. Lately, he hadnt been able to get a long enough sleep to energize him for his day patroling the small town to check for any signs of Infinite intruders. His tecnique for getting out of it? Tell the gang he was having private part issues and that he was loosing sleep from it. This was partly true, though the private part issue thing was not. He hadnt a single clue why he was loosing sleep, but he hoped he wasnt losing any selfcontrol from it, because that would be devastating. The gang would never know the truth unless they followed him, unless you counted his best friend Carolina who knew everything about him. I mean, they were in completly seperate gangs, meaning they had different views on the whole "end of the world" topic, but they had been friends since birth, their mothers being best friends, and that never died. The others from Evermore wouldnt understand. Everyone had though, before the flood, that they were destined to be together in the future. They just didnt understand that when you were changed side by side at age 1, it was impossible to have an attraction towards the other. They snuck away from their gang occassionally to catch up; it wasnt like they were giving away important information on the other gang. They just wanted to see eachother.
Dawn tossed on a "new" pair of clothes, not new to the world but new to him, just a plain grey t-shirt and jeans, and walked out of his room in the old skyscraper. A normal being would have used the elevator before the flood, and a one who was the least bit sane would have used the staircase afterwards, but not Dawson. Instead, he snatched a pair of heavy duty gloves and slid down the elevator shaft, landing with a loud thud at the bottom. He tossed the gloves to the side, striding into the general room where most the gang chilled. Isabella, the fool she was, was wearing heels, clearly flirting with Nic, chatting with Bryn, and Samual walk over to join them. He lifted his chin, jaw clentched. The naive fools. Only they could laugh and chat as if they weren't all about to die at any given time. Turning his attention to the cluttersome room, he saw about the only other sane being, Jadyn, sitting alone on the steps.
He walked over, crossing his arms across his chest, and leaning against the stair wall besides her. " I was beginning to wonder if I was the only one who really cared about our situation." He murmered, half to himself, half to his comrade, nodding his head towards the other Evermore members. "You'd think they thought we were all just in a messy serority house or something." He said, this time a bit more louder. He hoped they would hear his comment and perhaps come to a realization. His chocolate brown eyes trailed from their faces back to Jadyn's, his eyebrows creasing downwards. "You wanna go find some food or clothes? It seems like they aren't doing anything useful." He hadn't eaten himself since the other day, and his clothes supply was lacking heavily; it was clear through the torn stripes in his jeans and t-shirt.
