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16  TZH Discussion / TZH Role Playing / Re: Those Left Behind: Silent Frost on: January 08, 2010, 02:24:33 pm
GASP! Such a warm welcome! Not only a Slowpoke but one of these:  He love you long time

What more could a girl ask for?!

Btw, thanks everyone. Its good to be back!
17  TZH Discussion / TZH Role Playing / Re: {IC} Those Left Behind on: January 08, 2010, 02:21:24 pm
Billie watched Alex as she considered the proposition to come to the common room. The doctor’s analytically mind lacking the ability to shut down despite the heaviness that had fogged her thoughts as of late.

Avoiding eye contact…Nervous fidgeting…Hesitation…

The hesitation was the most troubling. Alex had always been a girl to know what she wanted…and she surely wanted something otherwise wouldn’t she have just walked with Billie to the common room instead of inviting her inside? Her pondering was cut short by Alex’s sudden readiness to join the others.

Alex stood up and said: "Well...shall we head to the common room to meet up with others? Maybe we can get everyone to play a board game like old times."

The fake smile the girl gave her could have just as easily been a slap in the face with how it hit Billie. Alex didn’t want anything…she needed help. The woman caught Alex’s shoulder as she made for the door, turning her gently and making eye contact with the teenager.

“Alex…I know I told you to be strong but strength isn’t bottling yourself up…” Billie paused realizing she played a role in Alex’s distortion of how to be strong, finding herself unable to keep down a biting thought that Ignot’s apparent insensibility to death was probably a worse influence. “I want you to be strong in the sense that you know when you need help. Even if you feel alone Alex, you aren’t. I’ll always be here for you.”

Billie hoped the teenager understood that she would always have time to support her least the doctor have to get any more Hallmark trying to explain it. But deep in her mind, Billie thoughts worked against her…telling her she only recognized Alex’s distress because it was a mirror to her own and in her mind she could only think one thing as her words to Alex replayed in her head:

Hypocrite.

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The darkness of the apartment was interrupted only by the thin rays of light able to sneak through the shoddy wooden boarding over the window. Trista had been sitting on her bed staring blankly out through the cracks in the boarding for hours now…fingers slowly working over the numbers engraved on the badge in her hand. The numbers were committed to her memory but yet she’d spend the majority of the day as she is now.

From her room, Trista could hear the speaking and movements of the other survivors…often registering them as no more than distant reminders she is not alone in the sense that other exist nearby. She flexed her fingers, the brittleness having left the digits as she became stronger over the months. Trista wasn’t sure if she should be grateful since without the weakness her fits could be worse…more damaging. Her eye closed as she recalled her first fit and how injured she easily overpowered and traumatized another. In her reflection the most upsetting thing for her was realizing she was unsure if she cared or not.

As her thoughts drifted to darker and darker places the muscles in her legs burned and in her anxiousness she got to her feet. She needed to escape the room for a moment, needed to stretch her legs. Pulling her father’s leather coat around her tightly, the teen exited her room and strode purposefully down the hall. Upstairs for a lap around the common room, up to the next sixth floor and once around the roof, then all the way back down to the fourth floor and down the hall before back to her room. She knew somewhere deep inside she knew she wasn’t doing this "walk" everyday since the Mercy incident to stretch her legs…

The teenager rudely shoved past the man foolish enough to linger at the entrance to the common room. Trista giving him a glance through her dark hair only noticing he was nameless to her. The teenager hadn’t bothered to learn any of new the survivors’ names…what point was there? They’d be dead soon anyways.
18  TZH Discussion / TZH Role Playing / Re: Those Left Behind: Silent Frost on: January 07, 2010, 05:56:47 am
Cheesy OMG HAILFAX! *hugs*
19  TZH Discussion / TZH Role Playing / Re: {IC} Those Left Behind on: January 07, 2010, 05:55:07 am
"Hi, Ms. Billie," Alex rasped out as waves of emotion crashed into her.

Billie’s weak smile fades at how Alex addressed her as Miss. It was not even the fact the ‘Miss’ title was a subtle almost taunting jab at her previous life…it was how Alex spoke.

The once willful teenager had wilted and retreated. Billie had wanted so badly for the younger survivors to retain some normalcy…to shield them just a bit longer from the nightmarish reality they’ve been thrust into but that was a false hope. How could she protect the younger survivors when death surrounded them? Having robbed all the living of their former lives and yet the undead greedily took more from them…tearing down their morale, gnawing away at their sanity, ripping apart their family…

"It's getting cold, huh?" Alex asked her.

Billie blinked, raising her eyes to Alex momentarily confused that she was now standing before the girl, who was sitting and playing her guitar. So lost in her thoughts, Billie hadn’t realized she accepted Alex’s offer to come into her apartment room.

Sighing softly at her slipping focus, Billie pushed the hood of her parka off subtly running her fingers through her auburn hair with the action. In response to Alex’s question, the doctor vaguely said it is no colder than the day before. Billie not intending to sound rude or short but she felt no need to trouble Alex with the fact the weather was naturally growing worse with each passing day.

“Kai is making hot chocolate,” Billie states lamely, as though Alex hasn’t noticed the smell of chocolate in the air. The false smile returning to the doctor’s face, wanting Alex to be at ease with her as she asks the teenager to come have hot chocolate with her…hoping some time in the common room with the others will help Alex recover from her depression over Mr. Matheson’s death.
20  TZH Discussion / TZH Role Playing / Re: {IC} Those Left Behind on: January 06, 2010, 04:10:56 pm
Billie left Ignot on the roof after asking him to come inside…she couldn’t deny, as of late she preferred not to keep his company longer than she must. He was colder and harsher than the unforgiving winter that the survivors faced. But the doctor had her part to play and she played it to her best…but it wasn’t enough…

The woman that pulled down the parka hood wasn’t the young and optimistic one of months past. The slimming of their numbers had disheartened her; the smile that was once so reassuring was now just shade, continued out of habit. The responsibility Billie put on herself had taken its toll on her physically. Her lovely heart shaped face has hallowed to make her bone structure more pronounced and dark circles seemed to have stolen the light to her eyes away.

Her signature short hair had grown out to the point of straining to touch her shoulders and she sometime wished it was longer to hide the sickly features. She tried hard to hide any signs of stress or their ravages on her body, but it was obvious her already slender frame had shed weight…she’d often walk and interact as though she was merely going through the motions of what she knew needed to be done…or what she knew others needed…

One such moment happened upon Billie in which her feet carried her to where she needed to be while her mind shut down. She almost walked right into Alex’s closed door. Sighing softly that woman put on her best smile, knowing that if anyone needed a friendly face it was Alex.
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