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[saorsa-]

Hanna lifted her head as the wave of nauseousness had passed. She kept her hand pressed against her abdomen, still feeling slightly sick, but determined not to let it show. With her free hand she reached up and ran a hand through her golden locks, brushing her hair away from her face. She silently retreated from the room, heading back to where she kept her things, a small stash next to her mattress. Hanna pulled on her jacket slowly, taking care with her movements because of her rolling stomach. She knew that she probably should ask someone to go on the run with her, but she didn't want to seem weak, nor did she want the others to confine her to the sickroom. Deciding that some fresh air would do her good, set wove her way out of the building, watching out for the jutting pipes and holes in the floor.
She had to pause several times, pressing a hand to her stomach, doubling over, trying not to lose her breakfast. Once the wave passed she moved on again, and finally made her way out into the chilly air. Shivering softly she ran her hands up and down her arms, cold despite her jacket. Hanna hardly had expected the weather to be this unkind. But her stomach was still bothering her, so she steeled her resolve, and set off in search of some medicine to help her stomach.
Hanna picked her way through the rubble, until she reached the No-Man's land, and could move more freely. At first, the cool air gave her chills, but after a bit her body acclimated to the change, and the chilling air actually began to make her feel a bit better, as she had predicted. But time wore on, and she had yet to find anything that might be of use in ridding whatever it was that was bothering her stomach. She sighed softly after coming up empty handed after a particularly hopeful raid. Whoever had been here last had obviously picked everything clean. She took a seat on a large stone slab, what probably used to be a part of a sidewalk or a part of the building and put her head in her hands. The anger was growing inside of her, and she almost wished that an Evermore runner would come along just so she could scream at someone. She growled softly to herself, and closed her eyes.

[Short post is short. Sorry guys.]
[And, I would give you a recap, but I have posted in a while either, so I am not exactly sure what is going on with everyone.]

[huskybaer.]

Sam smirked. "You kidding? All the girls in my gang thing I'm a major jerk. Most of them wish I was never born. But I can't help it. Its not my fault that... As he drifted off his face twinged a light shade of pink. So he tried to lighten the mood with a smile. Smiles always did that right? Well. Maybe. Rubbing the back of his head, he let out a long held breath. This was a bit awkward. If Light decided to ask about what he was going to say...well...he'd say it. No more bottling it up. No. No more of that. Nuh uh.

Another smile happened to light up his face. When the horse came that is. It was odd. When Lighter said 'Sammy' he felt a warmness spread through his chest. "Ya know. The only people who ever called me Sammy, were my older brothers. Only when they wanted to take their anger out on me. And my past girlfriend. When she wanted to butter me up for something." He chuckled slightly. With a shrug, he went into another small medical clinic and found a boot. "Perfect!" Smiling, he looked at Light. "Now we just have to find that stupid 'ol mutt. If it turns dark, you can come with me to the skyscraper. I don't care if you stay there for a night. Or two. What ever really." He gave another shrug, the continued down the street calling for Buck.

20 Years.
Leader of the Evermore gang.
Talking with Lighter. And following him.
In some building.

Sam has simmered down.
Buck's whereabouts are currently unknown
Samuel is wearing a cut off tee shirt with jeans and steel toed boots.
Wrappings around his hand.
He is walking with Light.

│ Sorry. Here ya go Fatal! Its rather small. But my muse has left the building. So many rps. So overwhelmed. Trying my best though.
Oh and btw. When he does find Buck. The dog will be...er...dead. That's what will cause him to go on a nice streak. Cuz he's trying to hid his emotions and all. xD │

[dandelion love]

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"Tʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛɪᴇsᴛ sᴍɪʟᴇs, ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴅᴅᴇsᴛ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs"

Isabella felt tears form in the corner of her eyes. She had fell in the hallway, and her pressure had gone of her left broken ankle. She felt the tears roll down her pink cheeks. She held her ankle softly, and bit her lip. She felt stupid, but she couldn't take it in that room anymore. She had been in that cube all day long, twenty- four seven. She didn't just want to be useless and just sit and waste her time away. Now, she regretted ever moving from the living room.

She heard paws pattering close to her. She turned around and saw Pancake coming up to her. Wasn't she suppose to be with Nic, she asked herself mentally. She looked at the dog as she was crying. She reached out her right hand; which she wasn't hold her broken ankle with; and softly petted the dog on the head. "Pancake you should be with Nic. He probably wouldn't want to lose you in this big skyscraper." She said softly to the dog. She wondered if she could actually understand her.

Another shock of pain went through her ankle, and she held in a scream; but she let a little grunt of terrible pain. She didn't know how much more of this she could take. She couldn't move because she was in so much pain. So all she could do was sit there with Paancake. Alone, in the abandoned hallway. At least she was someone Sam wouldn't be able to find her with that D*mn anke brace of his. She rather be in this pain, than have an ankle brace.

[apathy,]

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Lighter cocked his head to the side, he didn't seem that mean, he actually seemed pretty nice. But... He started, knowing that Sam stopped himself. That what? Tell me... The boy begged looking over to Sam. It would mostly work if he was shorter, and if Sam had a shirt on. But naturally, he would complain. He kind of was growing used to him being shirtless. But, why didn't he have a shirt on in the first place...

Sorry, it sounds awkward now. I don't think I'm going to call you Sammy any more. He laughed, he was confused on Sam's sexuality, and if it was straight, and called him Sammy. Well, it'd sound like he was trying to butter him up, like his old girlfriend used to. He raised an eyebrow as he found the boot, Why do you need that? He questioned, he didn't remember if he said the reason or not, Sam probably did. Light was most likely not listening at all. Now he felt stupid for asking why. Never mind. He snorted crossing his arms across his chest.

A small smile came across his face. How would your gang react to an outcast, wouldn't they say you were a traitor? He asked narrowing his eyes in confusion. What would the gang say, or act? Stab him, or even kill him? But, he needed to have at least some adventure. It's a yes. If it does happen to get too dark out, I'll follow you to the skyscraper. He commented keeping pace with Sam, he was trying to get the exact same foot placement. It was easy until he'd trip on something, it kept happening, more than once.

[careless reality]

Activity :
looking for a cure for Sammie
With :
Bryn & Feather
Location :
Evermore's skyscraper

Gang :
Evermore
Occupation :
Runner
Crush :
No-one

Nicholas listened to his talkative friend chatter on and on random things that were from the past, the time before the flood and the gangs. Things like Voldermort from those Harry Potter that every teen girl was like obbessed with beside Twilight - Nicholas had never found either of the two amusing - and techniquiely Godzilla with the jerkzilla phrase she used. All of them describing their leader.

Then before he could speak Bryn had called to her horse,mwhich came immediately glimpsing down the hallway as if it were out in the open pasture. Nicholas still had not a clue how the horse was able to climb the stairs into the skyscraper but he did not ask the question. He just merely srank away from the large creature behind, sticking close to the walls where the once regal wallpaper was peeling from the crumbling walls.

Nicholas wondered where the support of the buliding came from, how ong the old thing would remain standing for it looked from the conditions of the walls like it was going to collapse at any moment but Nicholas doubted it. Some huge buliding like the one they were in now could stand for hundreds of years of wheathering before they finally tumbled and even then it's a slow gradual thing.

He couldn't help but wonder what was the future of humanity and the cities that werer bulid on earth's beautiful land. What would the world be like in a few hundred years when the bulidings had classed and faded into ruins like many of the huge civilizations of ancient past far beyond the years Nicholas has seen.

" We are looking for something that might help Sammie get those pills out of his system, " Nic said finally as he looked back at Bryn who stood close to her huge horse. He turned his attention back to the carpet he walked on as he continued, " Before they hurt the little thing. "

Pancake cocked his head, one of his dark feathered ears flooding over his slender forehead in a puppy-like manner he had mastered in the none months he had lived to see. He whined and crawled up on her lap, placing his little paws on her chest as he licked away the salt tears that trailed down her rosy cheeks. He continued to give her a gentle bath of affectionate and obvious wet puppy kisses.

[[ - So, tired >.< - ]]

[huskybaer.]

Samuel rolled his eyes. But gave in. The guys face had turned into a cute irresistible puppy dog look. "All right. I'm usually quite an ass all the time because I don't know how else to act. Your are probably one of the first guys I've really been nice to. And I don't even know how. So back to my gang, They all probably think I'm some child whose parents were millionaires, so I was spoiled. Got everything I wanted." He chuckled at the thought of Bryn yelling that at him. "But that is not true at all..First. My mother died giving birth to me. So I know no warmth of a mothers love. Or what ever people call it. Second. My father was abusive before I was born. Beat up my four older brothers. So. They got angry easily. But instead of taking it out on the person who said it, the just ended up beating me up. Then I'd get in trouble for supposedly getting into fights." He shrugged. "It was rather stupid. This really didn't stop until I was about 14-15. Three of my brothers moved out. The youngest of the four was the only one to never really do anything to me. So we actually became friends. But what I find the most stupid, is when my dad found out that I, being a freshman, had been placed into several gifted classes. My brother too. When dad found out. Sent us both off to military camp." Sam muttered something about his dad, but it wasn't very audible. "After about three years of that. I was around the age of 17. Didn't want to see my dad anymore. And by this time. I was a tad smaller than I am now. Weight wise and all. I looked to be 19. So I enlisted. And was sent off. Didn't come back for another three years. When I did. All this suddenly happened." He gave another shrug.

Sam gave a slight frown. "I kinda liked you calling me Sammy. It had an odd effect. But a good one at that. Tipping his head to the side slightly, he raised an eye brow. Why was Light looking at him in that, manner. Then shrugged it off. When he asked about the boot he chuckled. Then smiled inquisitively at him crossing his arms. "Its for my runner. Doubt she'll let me get near her. But oh well. She will get over it." Looking up at the sky, he sighed. Calling for buck a few more times.

When Lighter mentioned something about his gang caring, he rolled his eyes. "They can get over it. By now. What ever they say about me, I don't care. I'm already 20. Have they kicked me out yet? No. Personally I think its because they are scared. But what ever." Sam raised an eye brow at him trying to match his pace. A few times, he stuck out his arm, so he would not fall. "Jesus. Your as bad as an old lady!" His tone was full of tease. Smirking, he gave off an actual stress free sigh.

20 Years.
Leader of the Evermore gang.
Talking with Lighter. Looking for Buck.
In some building.

Sam is actually quite happy.
Buck's whereabouts are currently unknown
Samuel is wearing a cut off tee shirt with jeans and steel toed boots.
Wrappings around his hand.
He is walking with Light.

│ Oh and btw. When he does find Buck. The dog will be...er...dead. That's what will cause him to go on a nice streak. Cuz he's trying to hid his emotions and all. xD │

[dandelion love]

|| Huskie, when you say boot... do you mean a normal boot or medical boot? ||

[huskybaer.]

│ Lol. Medical boot. Ya think Sam would appear to be smart if he goes, "Oh Isabella! Put this leather boot on! I will help!!" Haha. No. xD Sorry. I've had 4 chocolate chip cookies. They were like huge! So...hyper. Yeah. │

[dandelion love]

|| Haha, good like getting that on her foot. xD
I think she would have preferred a leather boot. xD ||

[lovely.]

Alex narrowed her blue eyes, and hopped on her horse. And what makes you so sure you'll win this battle? she asked and laughed in an icy tone. Although she was small, she was mighty. Never get in Alex's way. She new she could crush Jadyn and Dawn like a bug. If she wanted to. All she really wanted to do was escape unharmed.

But they didn't have to know that.

The blonde girl new Dawson had a gun. But she could do some handy work with a knife, was fast, and was also surprisingly good at hand to hand combat. Having saved Infinite members various times in several situations, Fern was pretty skilled. Plus she had a horse, but it's not like that would help. And do you even know how dangerous a forest is? God, I'm not that stupid. The petite girl answered her tone snide.

Alex crossed her arms on top of Aphrodite, who had began to paw at the ground, nostrils flaring in disgust at the Evermore members. Well what are waiting for? Attack! she called, throwing her hands up in the air in disgust. These Evermore people could be so stupid.