Trevor Baccus
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Post by Trevor Baccus on Jun 7, 2015 6:46:42 GMT
He smirked a bit at the sentiment of being called Lone Ranger. It wasn't a lifestyle he absolutely wanted, but he had felt that way about himself for a long time, even when he was among his previous peers. "I've managed to do okay so far, but still, I'll keep that in mind."
He didn't know anything about this towns situation. The town seemed open to accepting new people, but how did they store them. He'd been asked about his skills, and it was pretty clear that they were interested in him staying around for defensive purposes, but was there a bunk house, or did they have rooms, a tent just inside the wall? How did that all play out? It was all be part of the option weighing process. He had time for that, however, right now there was a hamburger in front of him. "Yeah, haven't had many opportunities for food that didn't come in a freeze dried pack lately."
He spent some time eating his hamburger. It didn't take very long for him to finish the burger, pushing the plate back a little bit and nodding to her in appreciation. "I wasn't even hungry, I just couldn't pass up the opportunity. It was good, thank you."
There was a certain sincerity to his words, turning his back to look out the door as Nate stepped through the door. He gave him a nod in greeting, before turning his attention back across the bar. "At least it's on the decline, but any loss at all is too much loss, really. We aren't really in a position to be losing healthy bodies these days, for any reason."
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Post by Katherine "Kate" James on Jun 7, 2015 7:08:23 GMT
"You don't have to explain." She laughed, wiping her hands off with a napkin to get the excess meat and what not off her hands after having put together a few more burgers. Either someone would eat them the way she prepared them, or they just wouldn't get eaten. But she wasn't going to leave it sitting out to collect dust either. Worst case scenario, she took them home and she and her grandfather ate them - though she knew he preferred soup and salads to meat. She didn't blame him. There were those who were terrified to consume meat and while her grandfather wasn't terrified, he was skeptical. Enough to not want to risk eating it unless Kate pushed the issue, which she didn't often do - unless it was a matter of waste. Then and ONLY then did she demand food get consumed. In their world, waste was unheard of. "I get it, trust me. Back before my grandfather and I found this town, we went days without eating. I mean, literally days. I was so hungry by the time we got here that... I just tore into the burger. I didn't even care about the rumors or worries. It just smelled... so good. And look, I'm still here... so obviously the meat? It's okay." She winked across at Trevor. No matter what anyone said, she would NOT believe meat was the cause of the invasion.
Nate's arrival was met with a gentle smile. He looked worn out and she wondered briefly if he'd been out on the trail with Evan when Geoff and his son had died. She didn't ask. If he was and wanted to talk about it, she'd let him bring it up. For now, she just gave him a look as she set one of the burgers in front of him. "That's a trick question, isn't it?" She asked, peering down at him. "I always have something good to drink here, don't I?" She reached down now, picking up a bottle of beer... and a shot glass. "Pick your poison. Beer? Whiskey? If you're after whiskey, better get some now before John and Evan finish it all on you. OH!" She pointed with one finger, while still managing to hold the bottle, at Trevor. "That's Trevor. Trevor, that's Nate. Trevor's just passin' through, but he's thinking of staying."
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Post by Nathan (Nate) Winters on Jun 7, 2015 7:39:24 GMT
He'd hung his head for just a moment resting his eyes or praying for the food to come... it was hard to tell... and then bringing it back up... he'd been with the others but he didn't need to talk not yet anyway... he was like that he had to process things first... then he might. he wearily returned a forced smile "I'll take a shot then the beer, thanks Kate." he typically had one or the other... so that might have been a tip off but he sat up and ate without much more question. and his hand extended in Trevor's direction after he'd taken a bite and whipped his hands on his jeans... "Nice to meat you Trevor." he'd set back down and start back in on his food not long after "If you're thinking of staying you probably should. It's getting rougher out there. " he nodded over to Evan in greeting he needed the whiskey more than Nate did anyway he took care of the hard part. "You know on second thought give Evan my whiskey... I'll just take the beer."
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Post by Lani Matthews on Jun 7, 2015 7:50:36 GMT
She had done the unthinkable and swiped a fry from her brother's plate almost as soon as it was set down- mostly because she knew she could get away with it: Kate had his gun. Nibbling on it, she looked to John when he sought her attention and then nodded. "Speaking of kids... I should probably go get Iz before she drives the sitter insane. Kate, any chance I can take that with me? She'd love your burger far more than she'd like me to scramble an egg for her again." Thankfully Isabelle wasn't a sugar cereal kid, because Lani didn't think that Lucky Charms even really existed anymore. She did however look to John and then Evan, pursing her lips slightly. "I should be there when Mrs. Sullivan is informed." It wasn't like they were any closer to the Sullivans than John was, but the fact of the matter was if Hannah collapsed then Lani was needed anyhow. It wasn't like there was an abundance of medical care in Port Haven.
She sighed softly and eased off of her seat before wrapping her burger and a good chunk of her brother's fries up since he wouldn't eat that many anyhow, into a towel to take home to share with her niece. "I'll see you when you get home then." Yeah, Lani, Evan and Isabelle lived together- it made them all feel better to be near what little family was left, and made it a LOT easier to raise her niece. "Kate, John, good to see you and thank you for the burger...Trevor, nice to meet you and hope to see you stick around." With that, she headed out to go get the four year old heartbreaker her brother had managed to spawn.
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John Leary
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Post by John Leary on Jun 7, 2015 8:27:21 GMT
"Take it easy Lani. Have a good night." He knew she probably wasn't going to have a good one. Chances were she'd hang out with the Sullivan family, help them cope. John admired that. He couldn't do that shit. The best someone was going to get out of him was a pat on the arm. The whole sympathy and compassion thing went out the window for him, or so he thought anyway. The world was damned. John didn't see a reason to give a shit anymore. He took the jobs he did because it was something to do - at least, that was what he told himself. The idea that he might have had a shred of humanity left, for whatever reason, scared the shit out of him. Not that he'd admit it. He'd NEVER admit fear.
Once Lani was gone, he turned back around in his seat and looked back over toward Trevor. "Frozen food, huh?" He gave him an almost apologetic look. "None of that shit here. I mean, we have it... but it's stored up for emergencies only. There's a vegetable garden out back. And a... well, I guess it's a mini farm?" It wasn't that big, but it was more than enough to feed the town. Not to mention, the Hunters hunted more than just pre-dead things. Mostly they brought back deer, rabbit and squirrel - as it was the most common of catches.
"Why'd your group disband?" He asked Trevor now. The guy was looking to move in, possibly. So John? He wanted to know a little bit about the guy.
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Trevor Baccus
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Post by Trevor Baccus on Jun 8, 2015 5:31:11 GMT
He simply nodded to Kate about the scarcity of food. You couldn't just grow food in crop fields anymore, or just go butcher a cow in the pasture, or hunt a deer if you wanted food. These days, you lived off what you could, eating pretty much anything you could get your hands on. He'd actually been one of the lucky ones, having the rations to chew on. They tasted like ass, but they had all the nutritional value you could hope for, which at least kept them all healthy and strong. "I wish we would have had meat at the complex, but we didn't really have any choices. I mean sure there were different flavors, but they all tasted like stale fried chicken, so after a while it really didn't matter."
His attention was drawn to the variety of other occupants that were present in the room once he had finished eating. He gave Nate, the one who'd entered after him a nod before his eyes glanced over at the woman, he'd forgotten her name already, and offered her a soft smile. He was terrible with names. The guys at the complex didn't talk much, so he'd actually lost quite a bit of polish when it came to social skills. He was still half-assed capable of being polite, at least.
He looked over at John, impressed a little when he'd heard about the garden and farmish out back. "Well, it wasn't exactly frozen, more like vacuum packed. Picture spaghetti, corn, green beans, and a brownie all in the same package, vacuum sealed together so tightly it had the consistency of a granola bar. That's pretty much what we dealt with. Very healthy though, I can't complain."
He was complaining, but that was a different story. "It's simple really, we ran out of ammunition. I was with about a dozen other guys, single guys who didn't have any family or anything left, most with a military background. We got together and raided the old Army base, stockpiling all the weapons and equipment we could get our hands on. Then we barricaded ourselves in downtown New Orleans, and we tried taking out as many walkers as we could, pretty much all day every day. We gave it a good run, but in the end, there were more walkers than there were bullets for them."
He paused for a moment in thought. Used to this type of stuff would be classified, but there was no classified anymore, no government, no secrets. They were all just folks now. "We probably got about fifty thousand of them over the past ten years or so, but in a municipality the size of New Orleans, we really barely even made a dent in the walker population. We got together and decided it be best to all go our separate ways, see if we couldn't find any other places that needed help, try and lend a hand and be useful. We still had plenty of food, but we'd've just been bunkered down passing time, and that's not really helping anyone."
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Post by Katherine "Kate" James on Jun 8, 2015 7:59:18 GMT
As Trevor told his story, Kate busied herself by wiping down Lani's plate and glass. Her lips, without her noticing, had formed a frown and she found herself making the appropriate expressions as she followed along with Trevor's story. They didn't have T.V or even radio shows, so stories were about the only real source of entertainment that they had, unless you counted books - and Kate had a LOT of those. She'd probably read every book in the collection she had twice. Maybe even three or four times. Books were great!
"Sounds like what you tried to do was a very admiral thing and a worthy attempt." She said. "If I charged for food, I'd totally give it to you on the house." She winked in his direction before setting the plate down and turning to look at him again. With no phones or communication... it must have been hard to part with his friends. How would they ever contact each other again?! "Do you think you'll ever see them again?" She asked.
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John Leary
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Post by John Leary on Jun 8, 2015 8:06:35 GMT
"That sounds disgusting." Leave it to John to point that shit out, but at the very least he said it with a smile - which was a pretty good indication that he wasn't giving Trevor shit. John was, for the most part, friendly... but he was a little rough around the edges and sometimes his sense of humor could be a little dry. People thought he was being sarcastic most of the time because... he was sarcastic a lot of the time, but to his credit... he truly did care about the people out in Port Haven. If he didn't, he wouldn't bother at all with trying to keep them safe. "Good thing you did come here. We'll fatten you up." Food here was NOT scarce.
Taking another swig of his whiskey, he let the flavor roll over his tongue. There were no words how to describe how much he appreciated the alcoholic beverage in that moment. The day had been long... and the booze was good.
Casually, he looked over the rim of his bottle at Trevor when Kate asked if he thought he'd ever see his friends again. Admittedly, he was curious. He didn't think he could just up and walk away from people like Evan and Nate. They might not have been sleep-over and make overs close (Thank God.) but they'd all become a weird family unit with the same exact goal: Survive, keep the town safe.
"Sucks, man." He muttered. "Sorry."
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Post by Nathan (Nate) Winters on Jun 8, 2015 8:20:56 GMT
Nate listened and... offered a wave to Lani as she left... his eyes even for a quick second fallowed her to the door but then returned to Trevor since he was speaking and shook his head something about enough walkers to take out a military stash of bullets made his appetite go away for a moment and he'd pick up his beer for a long drink.... a very long drink he could have echoed John's words but settled on nodding as he got caught up in his head for another moment... the walls were sturdy enough but he was still concerned about a large enough horde coming through or even out on the trail... well one thing was for sure he'd have plenty to pray about at the church tonight when he went to light a candle for his friend.
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Trevor Baccus
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Post by Trevor Baccus on Jun 16, 2015 5:29:48 GMT
"I don't know how worthy of an attempt it was, but if it helped one family get away, then it was worth it." He took a rather hearty swig of his beer, his attention shifting to John once the beer had settled back on the bartop. A bit of a smirk also crossed his face as he looked down at the empty plate in front of him. "Well they're no home-cooked burger, but you get used to them after a while. The spaghetti isn't half bad, it actually tastes like what you'd expect it to."
The smirk only lasted for a moment before fading to black. Trevor really wasn't one that allowed himself to enjoy happiness too much, especially when these new found friends had just found out that one of their comrades had fallen. His attention returned across the bar, his head shaking at mention of his comrades. "I seriously doubt I'll see any of them again, or at least that was our intent when we decided to split. They became like brothers to me, and I'll miss them, but if they find whatever they're searching for... good for them."
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