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Nina Krakowiac - F - 22 - Mafia - Mention(s): dir: Caspian, Verruck, Nicholas (ind: Finntello) ~ Nina looked back at the bird-man - sure enough, he had a bird with him. Nina quietly wondered how the bird-man - Fintello - had done that, exactly. Then again, she could probably "sneak up" to said bird and just take it like Verruck had kindly implied a few minutes ago. Nicholas' orders turned her attention from said bird - both the man and the literal bird - to Nicholas. Who had just given her orders that he probably expected to be done - and she resigned herself to probably having to do it. While there was definitely a personal drive to avoid doing anything useful (or anything at all, really), she could recognize when she kind of had to do something. And while the avoidance to do stuff that she found pointless was rather high, she was still loyal enough to it. Somewhat relucantly, she looked across her right shoulder at the two males, who - jeez, what idiots they really were - and strode off towards Nicholas, not really sparing a backwards glance at the two of them who seemed to be doing fine, really. By now she'd missed her chance to splat Caspian against a wall, but maybe the chance would come next time. Maybe. Hopefully. The others wouldn't like that, though. They really wouldn't. Banishing the thoughts of wall, she strode towards Nicholas, silently as usual (she didn't bother making her footsteps sound like she had for Verruck), picking her way across the wreckage of the landscape like she honestly didn't care. To be fair... it wasn't like she really did. "You think we really need more than one fire?" Those were Nina's words to Nicholas as she cast her gaze around for some sort of wood. Maybe oil would have been better, but it wasn't like they had an abundant supply of oil anymore. To be fair, they didn't really have much things to put said oil into in the first place. But then they didn't have much oil anyway. "I presume you want some sort of wood and makeshift kindling to burn?" Carpet, and sometimes books, did serve as some nice kindling in the absence of actual kindling, and Nina kept talking on her original thread of speech. Although carpet had to be pried off dusty floors covered in whatnot, and books were a bit scarce nowadays, so it wasn't that nice to get. "Which one will it be, Nicholas? You go after the kindling or the wood?" Dusting her not-dusty-at-all hands on her jacket, she didn't look at Nicholas as she spoke, but more looked around for something that might qualify. |
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Caspian Cadogan | M | 28 | Mafia | Mentions: Verrück (dir.) Nicholas, Nina (indir.) At the harsh sound of Nicholas’s voice ringing out across the clearing, Caspian winced. His shoulders hunkering down and crashing lightly into Verrück before he straightened his spine and threw a sharp look over his shoulder at the old man. Eyes burning with annoyance, Nicholas had interrupted their juvenile chatter, that was rude. “We’ll probably get nothing but bones if Nicholas was the one giving out rations.” He grumbled under his breath, only securing his hold on Verrück as the other man leaned back into his side. The moment of quiet was quickly disrupted once again, but this time it was Verrück that sprung up from his side and vanished into the rubble. Leaving both him and Nina standing a little dumbfounded until his scrambled return to them with the clanging of metal sounding with each step as he siddled back up to them. Caspian was left watching in bewilderment as Verrück instructed his dog and the creature seemed to understand completely, taking the roped bucket between his teeth and peering up at them. Clearly excited to be involved in the conversation as he peeked up at the humans surrounding them. He was going to make a comment on the little thing’s expression when he found himself being hauled up into the air. His arms flailed out to the sides as his eyes widened in surprise. “What are you-” He cut himself off as Verrück managed to get a secure hold on his legs and Caspian stopped squirming around. Now locked in at the legs, Caspian blinked at Nina before she strutted away, leaving him in this predicament alone. “Stream?” He mimicked Verrück with a more confused tone of voice, a half developed smile forming on his lips. Quickly, Caspian found himself needing to grip onto the fabric that covered Verrück’s shoulders in order to not send them both toppling backwards. The more words that flooded from Verrück, the more Caspian returned to his previous smirking self. “I might just toss you in the water when we get there.” He threatened but there was not bite behind his bark as he allowed himself to be carried across the clearing, ignoring the strange looks they were receiving. At least they were entertaining themselves, this sorry lot was boring and everyone needed some wild fun in their lives. Otherwise, why was it worth living? |
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Nicholas Accardi / 46 / Male / Mafia / M: Verrück, Caspian, Nina (dir) The expression that Nicholas had softened just a touch as the three hurried up to him. They didn't question it at all which was good. If anything, they got to working and looking much happier than before. That was wonderful. While he wouldn't say anything, Nicholas was at least a little amused and relieved to see Cadogan and Aachen getting... close. Closer than perhaps usual friends would be. Good. Good. That meant things were starting to mend. If, despite the times, they could get to that sort of thing? It meant that the world hadn't ended. They could start rebuilding relationships and the likes. Brick by brick. His icy gaze swiveled toward Nina as the young woman prompted a soft question, asking if he thought they needed more than one fire. "I do, yes," he agreed. "One for the soup and one for water. We'll want to keep a steady supply of good, fresh water. We'll have to sift it and strain it but it'll be better than drinking stale wine and the likes." It wasn't bad but it wasn't his favorite in the slightest. Nicholas enjoyed a good wine but stale? He'd rather have spat it out. But food and drink were precious and he couldn't afford to waste it. "I can get the wood," Nicholas responded to Nina's question. "If you can, get leaves and grass. We'll want to start clearing out spaces for gardens to grow food for the winter. It wasn't a matter of growing it for fun now. They had to survive and they couldn't survive off of just bird. The man stepped into his hut and ruins, gathering wood pieces. It wouldn't be much but it would be something to start with. Dragging the wood to the dirt, Nicholas began to dig a hole. He set up a small bit of wood, leaving space for kindling. In his pocket, he had a small pack of matches. He just needed another pot. But first... the bird too. "Terrence!" The man barked out a sharp call, watching the young man flinch. Nicholas couldn't hide a smug expression at the motion from the other winged individual. |
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Blake Borelli | 36 | Male | M: Finn, Valencia (dir.) Nicholas + the Mafia (Ind.) Words went through one ear and out the other with the man. His face was showing his displeasure with the woman as she spoke to him. He looked away and at the ground, trying to find a way around this conversation. His eyes flickered up, watching her walk away, relief flooding through him when bam there was another person in between the two. He sighed, in an annoyed manner. The conversations just kept going and going. Was there ever a stop to the others around him talking? They were all annoying, holding conversations without saying much of anything. There was no point to it all. . His wistful gaze watched Finn, in a zoned out manner. He couldn't ever understand the young man, so why bother? Arms crossed over his chest as his eyes flicked from one of Finn's eye to the other, trying to read the panicked man. He couldn't think with all of the ruckus that he was making. Finn made it hard to do much of anything, but that was most people. Finn at least had good intentions, clearly, after all, he made a decent cop. Blake's ears caught some of what the young man had said, and he gave him a puzzled look. Blue moutain lions and two-headed deers? What was this kid on? "That can't be right..." He muttered to himself, turning away from the pair, hand on his chin, thinking. A hand ran through his thick, short blonde hair as he thought. Was there an atmosphere leak that was causing Finn to be loopy and see weird things? He turned back around to examine Finn again, his head tilted to the left. He wasn't acting any less normal than usual. Blake stepped closer, looking at his eyes. They weren't bloodshot or anything, and the young man wasn't sweating. "Can you walk in a straight line for me?" He asked, "One foot in front of the other like you are walking on a tightrope." He stated, glancing at Valencia. . How badly had this all effected the rest of the terrain aroun them? Blake hadn't even thought about what lay around them. Could Finn really be telling the truth about what he'd seen? He watched Val put her hand on Finns shoulder and praise him. Outlaw stood up from where he laid, wagging his tail and barking at the pair before crouching down and crawling towards them. "Outlaw..." Blake said, his voice cutting through his silence. "Down." The canine gave him an annoyed looked before resting his torso on the ground. Blake's blue eyes then returned to Valencia. Was she fishing for him to hop on the praise train? He thought not. He quickly looked away, jaw clenched. The vulture smelt... funky. It almost smelled like road kill. Not quite as bad as a skunk or capybara (as he had learned the hard way, the scent gland needed to be removed before consumption) but it also didn't look healthy. It looked like it could carry a 101 diseases. His dog whinned from next to him, and Blake looked down at the skinny canine. "Good job Finn." He said finally, without any move to get closer to the pair. . Nichloas' voice cut across the clearing, and Blakes head snapped towards him, annoyed. They were talking.. not really, but still, how rude to interupt. What was he, five? Blake flipped him a bird and turned back to the young man. "Don't give him the bird until he treats you with respect." He said, bluntly. He hadn't ever known why Finn was so scared of the silver-haired man, but he had a few ideas. "If you give him the bird without him asking nicely, my dog will bite you." He said, signaling for the dog to get into a sitting position. The dogs tail wagged, and drool dribbled out of his jowls, clearly excited by the words he heard. |
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Finntello Terrence / 26 / Male / Cop / M: Blake, Valencia, Nicholas (dir). The way Valencia had stumbled back had Finn hesitating before he rambled. He hadn't meant to startle her but... at the same time, he had to share what he had found! There was at least something! Good news and bad news. He had taken another deep breath to keep talking when she had extended her hands to keep him from talking further. It... he was excited! He couldn't help it! A brighter smile slipped over his expression, his eyes brighter as the simple praise came from the woman. It was a bit of a small blessing--just a small one--but something more than what he was used to getting. It almost made his heart soar. He turned his rusty red gaze to Blake, watching him for a moment or two. The look was... not quite the same. It was more puzzled than anything else. Which wasn't entirely what he wanted to see. He stepped forward, toward the winged young man and... gave him a slight interrogation instead. Finn shook his head for a moment and sighed. It figured. His eyes flicked to the dog and then didn't return up. He knew Blake really didn't mean the words he said. It was just pity and to appease Valencia instead. "It's fine," Finn shook his head lightly, sighing softly. Not that Blake wanted it anyways, it was rather obvious by the way he was side-eyeing the bird. Finn turned on his heel, making his way across the dusty street toward the man with the pot and fire. Nicholas lifted his icy blue eyes, taking the bird from his hands but Finn didn't meet his gaze. A part of him... was scared. But that was the wrong thing, clearly, when Nicholas let out a disappointed sigh. "Can't even look at me?" His words were quiet and soft. Finn finally looked up at him. "I thought you didn't want people looking at you--" The expression that Nicholas wore darkened, a sharp scowl etched in his face. "I expected better, Terrence. Your father would be absolutely ashamed of you if he were still with us," his voice was low and dry as he turned to pluck the feathers from the bird. Finn remained standing where he was, his heart twisting in his chest. Finally, it dropped into his stomach and any sort of appetite he might have had was gone. As... nonchalantly as he could, Finn stepped back and shuffled toward the small hut he called home, closing the door behind him. He sank down to the floor, hands shaking. He had been trying to avoid that thought, those disapproving eyes that stared at him. That constant scowl of distaste and disappointment. No--it was just... embodied in everyone around him. Finn lowered his head into his hands, staring at the floor while he tried to wrestle his emotions back into place. |
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Winter Month: 1 
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Blizzard
