☣ NOXIOUS ☣ zombie apocalypse ☣ ACCEPTING ☣

[peter parker.]

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T R O Y
┊female┊♠┊19 years┊CRUCIAL┊

♠ Troy stopped delicately, a smirk formulating on her lips as she turned her head slightly over her shoulder, meeting the man's somewhat desperate gaze.
"Yes, Mr. Beaumont?" Her voice was smooth as silk as she cocked her head innocently in his direction. She knew Gillian was one for manipulative games by now and she needed to get her act together. She was played easily by the man now it was her turn.

She never took her eyes from him, tapping her fingers impatiently on the railing of the stairs as she bit her lip. Troy had been raised around boys and had never met a man quite as twisted as Gillian Beaumont. She'd always been one to adapt easily to new people, adjusting her behavior to counter or be compatible with theirs' and this was a situation that was all too familiar to her, easily playing how she knew Gillian wanted her to.

┊location » crucial warehouse┊tagged » gillian┊

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ＧＩＬＬＩＡＮxxxＢＥＡＵＭＯＮＴ． ． ．
STATUS / ALIVE & HEALTHY
TAGGED / TROY
LOCATION / CRUCIAL'S WAREHOUSE

► Surprised at the name she called him, he quickly returned the smirk, his tongue teasing at the corner of his lip as he ran it along his white teeth again carefully. "Mr. Beaumont?" the man mimicked, raising his eyebrows at her. He too never took his gaze away, focused on the girl. He already seemed to figure that she was going to try something by her acting, and it made him let out an accidental snicker as he glanced to her fingers, running his tongue around his teeth carefully.

xxxHe moved carefully away from Emma and strode over to Troy slowly, moving his thin hand delicately atop hers. "Stop that," he murmured, then glanced around the warehouse, switching his gaze to Troy and leaning in close, about to ask a question. He stopped himself, then stood up straight and held out his arm, seemingly offering the staircase to her so that they could walk. "Outside, away from here, may be easier for a conversation." He winked, that sly, disgusting smirk appearing again on his thin face, although it seemed forced as he tried to stop himself from smiling.

[peter parker.]

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T R O Y
┊female┊♠┊19 years┊CRUCIAL┊

♠ Troy grinned at Gillian's amusement, biting her lip to stifle a larger smile and trying not the tense up as the man approached her on the stairs. She didn't flinch as he placed his hand atop hers' allowing him to rest it there though moving it elegantly out of the way moments later, continuing up the stair case at a leisurely pace, aware Gillian would follow.

"My section of the warehouse may be better," Troy shrugged as they headed up the stairs, "I don't want to strain my leg any further." She added as an excuse to stay in her loft. She didn't turn back to meet Gillian's gaze, already feeling his eyes on the back of her head as she moved cautiously to the upper level of the warehouse and down the short corridor to where she hung the sheet dividing her room.

┊location » crucial warehouse┊tagged » gillian┊

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ＧＩＬＬＩＡＮxxxＢＥＡＵＭＯＮＴ． ． ．
STATUS / ALIVE & HEALTHY
TAGGED / TROY
LOCATION / CRUCIAL'S WAREHOUSE

► Nodding, Gillian shrugged and followed cautiously. He was wary and had already figured that she was probably leading him into his own demise; regardless, he followed her like a lost dog into her quarters.

xxxAs he followed, he took one last long drag on the dying cigarette, breathing out a mouthful of smoke again as he helped himself inside, moving the sheet delicately. Once he was inside, he waited for her and kept the sheet held up for her to get through, his cigarette trapped between his teeth again and his free hand in his jacket pocket. "So, is now the time for me to open my mouth?" he asked, his accent thickening noticeably with his pronunciation of words beginning with 't'. It was almost sweet, though his devilish smirk and cold gaze directed to her contrasted his careful way of speaking.

[peter parker.]

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T R O Y
┊female┊♠┊19 years┊CRUCIAL┊

♠ Troy moved in silence, steadying herself so not to let her body tremble with the anticipation she was feeling as she made her way down the hall. She dipped into her loft, nodding politely to Gillian who had held the sheet. She was frightened by their relationship, often violent though masked by submissive smirks most of the time. Both individuals had dominating traits as well as passive aggressive sides to them so they worked harmoniously, hating each other yet fascinated all at once.

"If you'd like." She responded cooly, settling herself on her bed so not to put any more weight on her leg. She propped her leg up delicately on the stack of pillows she'd gathered and laid back against her head board. She looked casual now, not as tense and uptight as she usually was when in the presence of Gillian. She figured she was getting used to him, learning what exactly made the man tick.

┊location » crucial warehouse┊tagged » gillian┊

[deja vu]

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↳✺n o v a
t h e x f e a r l e s s

female
survivor
twenty
tag(s):/ even
location:/ the streets.

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Nova caught a glance of the car Evan had pointed out, curiosity made her look longer at the road it disappeared to but she forced her green eyes away. It had been ages since she seen a running car, not once had she thought of driving one, it would lead to too much unwanted attention from the wrong crowd. Realizing that was the end of the topic she returned her attention on the question thrown to her.

"Belfast huh?" she said utterly surprised. That's when it clicked in her head that he had been in New York most likely way before the apocalypse started or just before it. "Well I didn't live as far away as you, but I lived in the New England area. I've moved around to much to have a real home." She shrugged awkwardly, her eyes casting to the ground as she remembered hoping from school to school. Although she had felt a deathly hate towards her parents for ruining her childhood, she'd do anything to get those days back. Rubbing her ear between her thumb and index finger she looked back towards Evan. "So what brought you to this fine city?"

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STATUS / ALIVE & HEALTHY
TAGGED / TROY, EMMA
LOCATION / CRUCIAL'S WAREHOUSE

► Nodding to her in return as she came in, he let go of the sheet and let it fall silently, turning to the girl and almost striding about, though he was slow and focused, glancing between her face and her leg. He bit his lip nervously as he did, almost losing himself in his thoughts again.

xxx"I hope that you're very well aware that I didn't mean anything by that," he started, biting his lip as he rested his hands within his pockets. Moving close, he almost sat on the bed by her, but instead leant down ever so slightly and looked to her leg, then looked at her and gazed into her eyes, smirking a little. "I'd apologise, but it doesn't seem that you want that." the man suggested, going quiet for a minute.

xxxCooing a little as he spoke, he finally opened his mouth again. "I know that the boy is hiding somewhere." Gillian winked, glancing around, then he suddenly shrugged uncomfortably. "I hope you have a nice night. I'm sorry that I shot you, it was totally spontaneous," he hissed a little, not being happy with apologising but he couldn't do much else. He slyly kissed her cheek, edging creepily close to her lips, then gave her a more friendly pat on the back with his thin hand. "Get some rest." was all he could say as he winked, standing up straight and moving back out of the room and back to Emma. He wouldn't be surprised if the girl decided to follow him just to punch him in the face, but he enjoyed winding her up, seeing her patience tick and her whole figure squirm with anxiety when he was around.

[peter parker.]

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E V A N
┊male┊☁┊26 years┊survivor┊

☁ Evan smiled at her surprise. Most were shocked when they realized how far he'd come though he never understood why, "Sounds like you're used to this." Evan chuckled at her sentence about moving around. She looked ready for the apocalypse. More prepared than most she'd seen, and he had always assumed those who looked the part probably had a more traumatic upbringing.

Evan's eyes didn't shift from their spot as he responded cooly to Nova's question about what brought him to New York, "Work." Was all he answered simply, stifling a short grin.
"I have a car," Evan pointed to his black convertible not too far off, "I just don't have a place to stay." He frowned at the statement, hoping Nova would offer forth help to him.

┊location » city streets┊tagged » nova┊

[peter parker.]

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T R O Y
┊female┊♠┊19 years┊CRUCIAL┊

♠ Troy shrank back uncomfortably as he grew close, not responding to his remarks to wind her up. She clenched her fists around her sheets and suddenly froze up as he mentioned River. She tensed, glaring at Gillian wildly and listening to his words with care as he spoke to her. Rage coursed through her and she narrowed her eyes, containing herself.

"Gillian, wait!" She snapped after him, "I'm not finished with you." Her voice was a low growl as she kept her composure. She ran her hands along the bed as she waited for a reply from the man, needing to talk about the vaccine.
"River, you need to go." Troy glanced towards the floor as her brother peered out cautiously from under the bed, his crossbow in hand.

┊location » crucial warehouse┊tagged » gillian; river┊

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STATUS / ALIVE & HEALTHY
TAGGED / TROY, RIVER
LOCATION / CRUCIAL'S WAREHOUSE

► Gillian glanced back over his shoulder, laughing a little and striding back in carefully, freezing and staring at the boy, having finally spotted him under the bed. "'Not finished?" he asked nonchalantly, looking between the two of them. In all honesty, he was scared, knowing he himself was unarmed and had no way to stop the boy from taking a shot at him. From the threatening tone of voice River had used earlier, it'd be an accurate shot, too.

xxxHis eyebrows raised as he watched them, both hands in his pockets and his flimsy figure relaxed, trying to keep himself collected as he gazed at them. His face was soft, and maybe even made him look approachable, but his eyes were fiery with adrenaline, fear, and suspicion. He stood expectantly, mentally trying to brace himself in case either decided to take a swing at him, which he wouldn't be surprised about.