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31  TZH Discussion / TZH Role Playing / Re: Those Left Behind: Silent Frost on: October 11, 2010, 10:33:41 pm
There! Now that that is up, we SHOULD have three nice posts up soon!
32  TZH Discussion / TZH Role Playing / Re: {IC} Those Left Behind on: October 11, 2010, 10:31:33 pm
Leland smiled. “Alright then, that’s good news. If you do end up needin’ anything, you can just ask. We don’t bite.”

He yawned and scratched his chest, noticing that he didn’t have much else to say. “Well uh, you’ll have to pardon me; I gotta go check on a few more things.” He said, making his way across the living room. As Leland passed the windows, he heard a loud pop, not unlike gunfire, followed by an incomprehensible shouting.

“Oh fer crying out loud…” he mumbled, rolling his eyes. He made his way to the kitchen and poked his head in the threshold. He found Billie and Ignot talking, and Kenneth dozing in a chair. “Hey guys.” He said softly. “Hope I’m not interrupting y’all.” He turned to Ignot. “Hey Ignot, whoever you got on the roof doing over-watch, tell ‘em we’re all back. Sun’s coming down too.”

He drummed his fingers on the wall and looked too Billie. “And uh…Miss Billie? I uh, I’d like to speak to you later on…in private…I mean uh, if you’re…if you…can.” He stumbled. His faced turned redder and he cleared his throat. “Well uh, I’m gonna go check on Alex now.” He said, leaving quickly.

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Leland stopped at the door that he was 90% sure was Alex’s. He knocked softly. “Hello? Alex? It’s Leland.”
33  TZH Discussion / TZH Role Playing / Re: {IC} Those Left Behind on: October 05, 2010, 11:49:42 pm
Leland twisted his back and winced at the loud crack that followed. Carrying Daniel was no easy feat, and it did a number on his shoulders and back. He stood up from the bed and picked up his wet clothes and boots, setting them in the corner. Using some scrounged cardboard and two-by-fours, he constructed a small rack to hang the clothes on. He then wheeled his heater over to the clothes, and aimed it accordingly. Leland knew that the night would be cold, but dry clothes in the morning would be a more welcome gift. 

Feeling restless, he began to pace again. He found a stale, hole-ridden, stained, and scratchy brown sweater in the back of his closet, under some drywall dust. It would be the cleanest, most comfortable thing he had worn in days. Leland donned extra socks, and his only other pair of jeans (they never did fit quite right in the crotch.) “Can’t just laze around.” He murmured, looping on his belt and pistol holster.

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Leland stepped out of his room and shivered when he stepped in water; melted snow. “Oh sonova…”

He could hear Billie and Ignot talking in the kitchen, although Billie was most likely the one doing the talking. He had thought about checking in on Alex, he had yet to have a chance to “touch base” as it were. As he crossed the common room however, he saw the woman from the apartment buildings in the threshold. Leland remembered his first days at the complex, and took a few tentative steps towards her. With his unshaven face, sunken eyes, low-cut Mohawk, and brown sweater, he looked more like a scraggly dog than a young man.

“Uh, H-hullo there Ma’am.” He said, smiling. “I’m Leland. Welcome. Is there anything I kin' get for you ‘n the boy?”
34  General Discussion / Webcomics Discussion / Re: Funny Webcomic Thread... It lives! on: October 04, 2010, 08:02:17 pm
35  Art Discussion / Music / Re: What are you listening to? on: September 29, 2010, 10:30:57 pm
soundtrack to "The Big Lebowski"

now if you'll all excuse me, I need to check what condition my condition is in.
36  General Discussion / Random Stuff / Re: Quote Thread on: September 27, 2010, 11:05:00 am
"A witty saying proves nothing." -Voltaire

uh oh..did I just pull a literary "divide by zero?"
37  General Discussion / General Discussion / Re: Words on paper in this technological world, reading anything? on: September 25, 2010, 10:31:41 pm
I know exactly how you feel.
(click to show/hide)
38  General Discussion / Movies/TV Discussion / Re: What Are You Currently Watching II: You Only Watch Twice on: September 22, 2010, 08:48:59 pm
Loads of "The Angry Video Game Nerd."

Friggin' hilarious. "ASS!"
39  General Discussion / Movies/TV Discussion / Re: Latest Movie You've Seen on: September 19, 2010, 06:32:32 pm
Indeed, Fatman.

"The Curious Case of Benjamin Button."

Long, but a good movie, nonetheless.
40  General Discussion / Game Discussion / Re: Shogun 2: Total War on: September 18, 2010, 12:35:27 am
Hooray! Another game I can't possibly run on my laptop!
=D







;_;
41  General Discussion / Random Stuff / Re: Random Thoughts on: September 10, 2010, 10:47:03 pm
Malasada.


Please stop drooling.
42  General Discussion / General Discussion / Re: Words on paper in this technological world, reading anything? on: September 10, 2010, 10:41:32 pm
A short poem by E.E. Cummings. I think it's pretty clever.

My Sweet Old Et Cetera

my sweet old etcetera
aunt lucy during the recent

war could and what
is more did tell you just
what everybody was fighting

for,
my sister

Isabel created hundreds
(and
hundreds)of socks not to
mention fleaproof earwarmers
etcetera wristers etcetera, my
mother hoped that

i would die etcetera
bravely of course my father used
to become hoarse talking about how it was
a privilege and if only he
could meanwhile my

self etcetera lay quietly
in the deep mud et

cetera
(dreaming,
et
cetera, of
Your smile
eyes knees and of your Etcetera)
43  General Discussion / Game Discussion / Re: in the 41st millenium, there is only war and the laughter of the thirsting gods on: September 06, 2010, 08:35:18 pm
I'm verrrrrry slowly collectting a Tau army. So far I only have two retinues of basic Fire Warriors and a couple Battlesuits, but I plan to have a nice army someday.

And I think you guys forgot something:

Broadside Battlesuits>Everything Else  He love you long time
44  TZH Discussion / TZH Role Playing / Re: {IC} Those Left Behind on: September 03, 2010, 11:30:27 pm

Leland, now half-asleep, heard his door open, and then the quiet tap of a cup being set down. He wrapped his blanket tighter. “Hrmm. Thanks baby.” he mumbled. Taking a glance around, he noticed, to his horror that he was not in his old bed. He rose with a jolt, and found Trista on her way out of his room. 

Leland’s sleepy words froze the teenager in mid-step. ‘Baby?’  She looked over her shoulder at him with confusion. She cursed mentally when her stalling gave Leland time to realize his error and spot her. She turned back the corpsman politely, though her feature showed that she was at best, disinterested at what he had to say.

“Jesus…” Leland whispered to himself. “Trista, I-I’m sorry. I uh, thought you were someone else.” Her arms crossed over her chest, her only response was a gruff and cold, “Clearly.”

Trying to salvage the chance at conversation, Leland took the mug from his night table and took a sip. He managed to keep a straight face while also cursing his self for not checking the temperature of the cocoa first. “Mmm!” he smiled. “Thank you Trista.”

“Thank Kai, he made it.” She responded shortly. Leland put the mug down and wiped his lips. “So um, how are you? How are you feeling?” 
   
Trista just tilted her head at his inquire about her well-being. She just stared at Leland for a very long, uncomfortable moment, her only visible eye not blinking, as she seemed to be processing the words and forming a response. Trista finally just shrugged her shoulders making an unintelligible, indifferent sound in response to his concerns.

“I see.” Leland nodded. “Well…” He drew his knees in and crossed his legs, freeing up the bottom of his bed. “Why don’t you take a seat? We can just talk for a while.” Leland gave the offer, unsure whether or not she would actually stay. “C’mon.” he persisted, scratching a large scar on his shoulder. “You’re not busy are ya?”

Trista huffed. She wasn’t sure if she could even carry on a conversation. After all, what was there to talk about? But her other option was just to return to her room and be alone with herself. Neither seemed a better course of action than the other. She shifted her weight casually, before finally stepping forward, sitting stiffly on the edge of Leland’s bed. Rather than say anything, the girl just tilted her head at the man…body language speaking for her, asking what it was he wanted to talk about.

“There we go. So…” he cleared his throat. “So, what do you do to pass the time? Do you have any hobbies or stuff like that?”

Trista gave Leland a rather flat look. What does she do to pass the time? Hobbies? Has he looked at the state of the world lately? Or her own state, for that matter? Did he think she sat in her room passing the time knitting? She sighed, humoring him by at least answering the seemingly absurd question. “I spend my time making sure I stay alive.”

Leland chuckled uneasily. There was no getting this girl. “Well…” he started. “I mean, we don’t have to talk about you if you don’t feel like it. S’nothin’ wrong with bein’ a bit…guarded.” He said. After a short pause, he found something to say.

“I mean, we’re always botherin’ you with ‘how ya feeling’ are ya this, are ya that.’ I can see how it would get old fast. I bet no one ever asks if YOU got any questions. So…do you? Have any questions of your own, I mean?”

Trista just stared at Leland, listening. She was a very good listener, despite seeming to be ignoring most everyone that spoke to her. With everything that happened to her and the world around her, it wasn’t so much she stopped being a good listener, and more that she had just become a bit less inclined to care what someone was saying.
   
“Questions?” she mused momentarily, fingers cracking as she strummed them against her legs. Slowly a question for Leland did rise to mind: born partially from curiosity but mostly from her desire to clam the overly talkative Southerner up.
   
“Who was this ‘baby’ you got me mixed up with?”

Leland immediately began to chuckle, which turned into a hitching laugh. He leaned over the edge of the bed and from underneath it, retrieved a wrinkly, brown tee shirt. He pulled it on and sat next to Trista on the edge of the bed. “Oh man.” He said, still fighting back a small laugh. His cheeks turned rosy and a wry smile formed on his face.

“Uh, that was somebody from before; before all of…this.” He said, pointing out the window to the world outside. Leland could tell from her flat stare, however, that his response was not good enough. He sighed deeply and scratched at his stubbly chin.

“S’ my girl.” He finally said, averting his eyes from Trista. “My girl Gina. Whenever I stayed over, she’d bring me tea of coffee or somethin’ in bed. Y’ jus’ reminded me of that is all.”

Trista stared, unblinking. She hadn’t expected him to laugh. She was trying to scare him off by bringing up someone that was obviously from his past, and here he was smiling like a loon. She knew if had someone brought up her father she’d have had an opposite and much more violent reaction; she’d be desperate to get away from her questioner. But assuming a normal person like Leland would react as an obviously unstable person as she would, was probably why she failed to get the reaction she had hoped for.
   
Was. She was your girl.” Trista corrected in an absent-minded manner. She hadn’t intended to sound as callous as she had, but pointing out that Gina had to be dead if she was not with Leland now was only common sense to her.

Leland’s smile faded and he nodded his head gravely. “Yeah.” He said. His voice cracked just a bit, which he tried to cover up with a cough. “She, uh…she’s gone now. I lost her right at the beginnin’ of all this. It was down in West Virginia.” Leland turned to Trista. “It just happened so fast, y’know?” he turned back to the wall. “I didn’t know what to do. I just…” he bit his cheek and cleared his throat. “I loved her a lot. I’ll never forget ‘er.” He forced himself to look at Trista again through misty eyes, smiling again. “But that’s what’s important, isn’t it? Keepin’ ‘em in our memories? If we forget what we’re fightin’ to protect, then what’s the use a’ fightin’ a‘tall?”

Trista didn’t seem to register that saying a person was dead was probably more painful than asking about them in the first place. After all, Trista had been through the apartment losing several members in the past months. She wasn’t sure if she even registered the people around her as ‘people’ anymore. The only grief she felt was the lingering aftershocks of her father’s death, every death following was just expected….was normal. It stirred no emotional reaction from her anymore.
   
“I don’t believe there is anything worthwhile to fight for if you’ve already lost everything.” Trista said before catching Leland’s misty eyes.
Despite being emotionally detached, Trista didn’t like that she had made Leland upset enough to cry. She wasn’t intentionally malicious; she thought she was just being honest. Truly what was left after everything you loved was torn away?
   
Trista tensed as she suddenly found herself thinking about a certain dark haired, hazel eyed resident of the apartment. Her eyes narrowed and lips pursed slightly at realizing Liam wasn’t back yet.
   
As if on cue she heard Billie’s fretting, the usually sign the scavenging group had returned home. Trista stood, taking a few steps toward Leland’s door only to pause, glancing back at the corpsman.
   
“Sorry…” She didn’t elaborate if the apology was for being poor company or condolences for his loss.

“G’wan.” He said, waving her off. “Go say ‘hi’ to everyone; I’ll be back up n’ about after I warm up some more.” Trista nodded and stepped out, closing the door behind her. Leland thought about what she said just before. “Losing everything, huh? I wonder...which one of us is right.”
45  TZH Discussion / TZH Role Playing / Re: Those Left Behind: Silent Frost on: September 01, 2010, 09:37:32 pm
School starts up this week, so I've been busy, but I should have a collab post up by Monday if all goes well.

EDIT: I ASK: WHO AMONG YE BE BRAVE ENOUGH TO FACE...THE WALL...OF...TEXT?!
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