John Leary
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Post by John Leary on Jun 14, 2015 21:06:58 GMT
John flicked his cigarette into the ground, only to turn around and stomp it mercilessly with the tip of his steel toe boot. Despite the action, he never once slowed in step. He kept going toward Evan's place. Sure, there was a chance the guy was sleeping.. but that was hardly important at the moment. Lifting his hand, he smashed his fist against the door. Yeah, sub consciously he was hoping he didn't wake up Evan's kid... but as previously stated, it was to important to risk Evan flat out ignoring him because he wasn't being a pain in the ass.
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Post by Evan Matthews on Jun 14, 2015 21:13:20 GMT
He had woken him up- it was plain to see from his glare that he'd been conscious for all of two minutes before pulling on his jeans and making a mad dash to the door in the hope that Iz wouldn't wake up too... only to see that his four year old had woken up and was watching the door. "Go back to bed baby, I'll bring you some water in a bit." He took his time letting his child hug him, before he looked out the peep hole and groaned. "Not the face I was looking to see at this hour." He muttered before throwing open the door and stepping aside to let John in. He didn't even say hello, instead he turned his bleary eyed gaze away and moved to his kitchen to see if Lani had left him anything to drink. Ha! There was a pot of chicory coffee on the stove, and he started heating it up before scrubbing his hand over his face. "Sit. Coffee?" Well, mostly chicory, but it did the job somewhat and full blown coffee was scarce.
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John Leary
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Post by John Leary on Jun 14, 2015 21:19:22 GMT
"Ow. That was a good blow, right to my ego. Here I thought you and I had something special." He tsk'ed gently under his breath as he stepped inside. A frown barely touched his lips when he caught a glance at the retreating child. "Sorry for waking her up." John wasn't a -complete- asshole. Not all the time, anyway. He hadn't wanted to wake Iz up and at the very least had the balls to apologize for it. He did, however, shake his head at the offer of coffee. "Nah, I don't drink that shit. I live on whiskey. It's more of a challenge that way. You know, to stay alive?" It was only funny, at least to John, because he DID have such a good survival rate. However he managed it, he'd almost never come back injured beyond what Lani or Jules could easily patch up.
"Lani home?" He asked, glancing through he doorways to see if he could catch sight of Evan's sister. Pretty as she was and nice as she was to look at... this didn't really feel like a conversation she should be hearing.
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Post by Evan Matthews on Jun 14, 2015 21:42:42 GMT
He blew him a kiss just to be a smartass then, shrugging over the waking of Iz. She woke at the drop of a pin it seemed... which sucked at times for Evan, but hey. It was a good survival technique when one thought about it, her being easy to rouse might keep her alive in the future if Evan couldn't be there. "Suit yourself." He needed it if he was going to be up, especially when he was due back out on the trail that afternoon. "I don't think she's back yet- she came home for food then went back to doing her housecalls and clinic hours over with Jules. She'll be back in a bit to get Iz ready for school then finally crash for a few hours." Told basically, to give him warning that Lani would be home in less than an hour unless an emergency held her up.
"Should I add you to the list of her admirers? I think Old Joe Loughlin has a crush on her- he gave her a chick from his latest hatching and asked for her hand in marriage when she stitched him up. Some mighty strong competition there." Considering Joe Loughlin was almost eighty and everyone was shocked at how long the old farmer continued to just keep on ticking even if his mind was a bit on the feeble side... yeah. Lani thought it sweet but had politely turned down being his next bride.
"On a more serious note.." He poured the now heated through coffee into a mug and moved to sit at the table. "What's going on, man?"
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John Leary
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Post by John Leary on Jun 15, 2015 6:43:51 GMT
His brow quirked upward. "A chick?" He mouthed, but shook his head. "Hey, I don't know about you..but I think Lani and Joe would make a pretty cute couple." Laughing, he swung his hand out and smacked it against Evan's shoulder before taking a quick look over his shoulder to make sure Iz hadn't wandered in. He didn't exactly feel like giving the kid nightmares with what he had to tell Evan. As it was, the rumor was enough to leave John, a grown man, feeling uneasy.
Reaching out, he snatched hold of the nearest chair and tugged it out so that he could glide into the seat, hands folding on top of the table. "I was talking to this guy, Mickey... You know... The tobacco trader from about two towns over?" It wasn't like they couldn't handle tobacco on their own. It was more that whatever this guy did to it was the shit and you WANTED to buy from him. In the apocalypse, who really gave a fuck about cancer? "He said about five people have gone missing in the past three months. Not dead, not undead. Just gone. Two from his town. None of them ever left the city. No record of it, anyway."
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Post by Evan Matthews on Jun 15, 2015 6:55:36 GMT
He nodded slightly, amusement alight in his eyes as he sat with his coffee- as for Iz, she'd gone back to her room and while she hadn't gone back to sleep, she could be heard playing at some pretend game involving her doll down the hallway. John had Evan's full attention, and yet he was very aware of where his daughter was. Though to give Iz credit, his four year old was tougher than some of the new recruits on the wall in Evan's opinion. Exhaling over his coffee so that his breath would cool it so it only scalded his mouth slightly when he drank it, his brow lifted at the news that was shared.
"If they aren't dead and they aren't undead... but they're missing and not documented as having left, then they were probably taken. By who and for what is the question. Did he say if there was any sort of common link between the missing ones?" It was stupid, but some towns were running low on females of an age to help repopulate- not that Evan could even think about why someone would want to bring a kid into this. If his wife hadn't surprised him about Iz, he'd probably have found some way to keep from having children. Not that he regretted or didn't love Isabelle. "Or even, do we know what time they're disappearing.. night, day?" His frown growing before he shook his head "fucking hell. Lani." His displeasure obvious- because his sister handled the house calls, which had her out and about all hours. Well that shit was going to end if people were being nabbed, because even if she weren't his sister? Port Haven needed her and Jules to keep up with the health and well being of their townsfolk.
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Post by John Leary on Jun 15, 2015 7:16:13 GMT
"There's no connection." He said with a shake of his head, only to pause. "Wait... there is ONE connection. The guy said they were all between the ages of sixteen to... forty something? None of the old people have been taken." He shrugged. Old people made better targets, John would have thought. "But I mean... only five people have been taken so it's still a little early to figure out if they're not targeting old people. I'm only guessing they're not. You know?" He shrugged, one hand moving to rub at his face before casually scratching at his scruff. "Both genders were taken... Uh... no kids.." His eyes turned upward toward Evan now. John was pretty good at expressing emotion through his eyes - and his eyes very plainly said he didn't know anymore.
"If you want, I'll keep an eye on Lani when you're out on the trail. Unless, of course, you think Ol' Joe can do a better job than I can? ...He does have all those eggs he can throw at people." The joke was delivered with a very small grin, because John? He wasn't stupid and he knew VERY well that this was no laughing matter.
"Mickey wants us to try and find the missing people. I got no idea how the fuck to go about that though."
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Post by Evan Matthews on Jun 15, 2015 7:27:58 GMT
"So pretty much all able body adults or near adults, of either gender have been taken. Presumably alive. Doesn't shake my theory of a structured breeding repopulation plan." He was joking.. really! Though he drained his coffee without acknowledging that his mouth, tongue and throat felt a little cooked after he swallowed the final swallow. "I'd appreciate it- though hell, I was hoping to use this to convince her to work from the clinic more with Jules." He admitted ruefully, though he snorted a bit- they all appreciated the chickens and their eggs in town. Hell, Lani had four in a closed pen in the back yard, five if you counted her new chick out there. "Careful, don't want to get Joe's jealousy up too much, man's still got some vinegar left in his veins. He'll aim those spare eggs your way." He said with a slight curl of his lip.. almost but not quite a smile.
"Our best bet is to scour the trail. If anyone's taking people, they'll probably be nomads... though what they're taking them for in truth is still up in the air. I have no clue either."
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John Leary
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Post by John Leary on Jun 19, 2015 7:57:49 GMT
He snorted. "Eggs is the one thing I'm actually afraid of with the way I get around." Obviously John wasn't talking about farm eggs, but he didn't feel like going into an explanation either. Either Evan was smart enough to catch the joke, or was an absolute idiot and the joke would go over his head. Either way, John wasn't going to dumb down his speech for anyone, so he pushed the chair back and brought his hands down onto the table, eyes lifting as they grew serious once more. As fun as it was to joke around and shit... he also knew that crap was getting bad if people were just showing up missing. "Why would anyone want people?" He asked, shaking his messy haired head. "Doesn't really make sense." Given how old John was, he'd kind of missed out on that whole human trafficking knowledge. For a long time, the only thing people worried about were the undead. Not each other.
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Post by Evan Matthews on Jun 19, 2015 8:10:53 GMT
He snorted and shrugged. "Those eggs aren't that bad. You've seen Iz, she's pretty damn awesome." He pointed out before moving to refill his mug since it looked like his day was starting a lot earlier than he'd originally planned for it to. John might not have understood human trafficking, but Evan did- with having a pretty sister, a daughter, and he'd once had his wife too... he'd been well versed in shit that could happen to the women in his life. "In some towns they are running low on population or they're running out of able bodied people. They could be taking them to repopulate, or if they're taking skilled people they may need that particular labor or talent from the person they stole. Or for companionship of a sexual nature... let's face it, the living are outnumbered which makes us a valuable commodity to each other. It's also human nature to take what we want if desperation or desire mandate it." He pointed out with another shrug before taking his seat again. Though he did eye John for a moment- suddenly glad as fuck that Lani and John hadn't been attracted to each other because he'd hate to break his fist on John's hard head.
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Post by John Leary on Jun 19, 2015 8:21:30 GMT
"That's sick." He stated, facial expressions contorting to express how disgusted he really was. And why shouldn't he be disgusted? They may have been living in the end times (according to some theories, anyway) but John had never had a problem getting whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. And despite how dirty he typically was... he never had to force himself on women. He guessed he was good looking, or good in bed or something. Not that he questioned that shit too much. He was pretty confident. Maybe that was what it was that attracted women to him? He didn't really know, didn't really care. That was that. "Don't understand why it isn't just women then." He paused, then blinked. "Gay men?" He blinked again. There weren't MANY homosexuals around. Not that they didn't exist... they did - and John personally had nothing against them, but some people were afraid of sin and so most things considered "sinful" were stopped. Couples didn't even sleep in the same bed out of some fear of this world being a punishment - but John? He didn't buy that shit. He didn't think God rolled like that, but what did he really know? He teetered on the edge of belief. He wasn't sure WHAT had happened to the world. "Might want to be cautious though." He said slowly, scratching at his scruffy jaw. "That new guy. Trevor? No one knows much about him. He says he was with some unit that shut down... but..." He shrugged. "Never know. Should just keep an eye on him."
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Post by Evan Matthews on Jun 19, 2015 8:27:14 GMT
He rolled his eyes for a moment when John rolled to the gay man theory. "Able bodied.... doesn't have to be sexual. If Port Haven really needed farmers and we couldn't talk some into moving on in, do you think we're above taking what we need?" Well, he believed they were- desperate times and all aside. "Or Jules and Lani, they're the primary bulk of our medical care. If God forbid either had to be taken down, I don't think we're above looking to the populations of other towns to get what we need. Like I said, it's not entirely about thinking with one's dick- plus there are people out there that will do pretty much anything to make a profit. Also we don't know that's what's happening for sure yet, it's just one possible theory." He muttered before taking a scalding sip of his almost-was-coffee.
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John Leary
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Post by John Leary on Jun 19, 2015 8:42:51 GMT
"You're the one who mentioned companionship." He pointed out. "Not me." His hands held up, but a shake of his head was soon given when he mentioned Lani and Jules again. "I'll keep an eye on them." He promised. "But we shouldn't limited ourselves either. We have NO idea what people are being taken for so we can't use all our resources protecting specific people when it could be someone completely different that's being targeted. Our main goal has to be finding out who's doing this." His words trailed off, eyes falling to the coffee cup before a grimace was made. "Why do you drink that crap?"
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Post by Evan Matthews on Jun 19, 2015 8:49:17 GMT
"I agree that we need to get to the root of the problem." He admitted after lowering his mug and grimacing slightly at the bitter residue left in his mouth after drinking it. "It's just enough to wake me up and it's too early for whiskey." Yeah, he was a bit of a blasphemer it seemed today. Quickly downing the last of the scalding liquid, he stood again and moved to put the mug upside down in his sink before looking back to John. "Any idea where we should start then? No one from Port Haven's gone missing so it kind of leaves us trying to fix a problem that isn't ours yet. I agree we need to help, but aside from that new guy arriving to town there hasn't been anything notable lately." He didn't count taking down the undead as notable anyhow... the dead walked, you took them out as you were able to. Nothing terribly special there.
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John Leary
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Post by John Leary on Jun 19, 2015 9:53:51 GMT
"I disagree there." He snorted. "It's absolutely never to early for whiskey, but you have a kid... so I guess that dulls you down a bit." More jokes. Seemed like John was good for them for the day, but he quickly shook his head and tried to get serious again, because while he used humor to cope every once in awhile... it was important to stay focused. After all, what wasn't their problem right now, could very well become their problem VERY soon. "Tonight I'm patrolling outside the wall." He told Evan as he leaned back in his seat. "If you want, you can come with me. We might want to up our patrols. Just to be on the safe side. I don't think anyone would try to snatch you, or me for that matter, but I don't want no strangers getting over the wall either." With a crinkle of his nose, he pushed his chair back and rose to his feet. "I'll let you get back to your uh... coffee. See you tonight?"
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