NO PLACE FOR NO HERO > joinin'

[carlisle]

[align=center][div style="width:500px; text-align:left; margin-top:5px; color:#262626; font-size:11px; text-align:justify"][b]OLD SOLDIER — J. MORRISON
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He loved living in a state of apathy, that empty and uncaring feeling had become so constant in his life that he almost didn't know how to live without it. It wasn't particularly alarming to him anymore when the numbness creeped in and out of his life at its own will, he just tried to be a welcoming host for its visits. He always allowed it in with open, caring arms (they've always cared just a bit too much) and let it stay for as long as it wanted. There was no way to shoo it away, plus, that'd make him a rude host--

Alright well, no, he didn't actually love being apathetic. He absolutely loathed it, it made him want to throw a fit, hurt himself, and scream until all the birds left the forest. He'd tried sugarcoating his state of being time after time throughout his years of not quite being all there, but he always ended up frustrated. He had currently found himself sunken into one of those jaded moods, ready to give up but also ready to keep pushing on out of spite.

Where the fuck was he even at? Some obliterated and trashed city. He supposed he'd walked through too many of them to remember their names, there was no point in caring about where he was anymore. He was just aimlessly searching, searching for them-- for him. He wouldn't find them, he'd already realized this guiltily, cue the aforementioned apathy. He was nearing what looked like an old grocery store and he scowled at it from a slight distance away.

He held onto the strap of his rifle over his shoulder with one hand, he didn't have many bullets left but he carried it around anyhow. Call him sentimental, but the gun reminded him of a demolished home from years and years ago. He was adorned with a rough-looking leather jacket that he'd picked up a month or so ago. It had holes in the sleeves and a large slash up the back, but it also provided him comfort. He could swear he detected a bit of life within the Costco's windows, which made him squint. Ahh, another settlement. Yippee.

[ravenpaw]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px;font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;"]she had finished stashing away all her various matches and personal items earlier in the day. now, as she grabbed her bag and shoved items into it, she was going on a trip to feed the strays and win over the trust of those was still didn't trust her. she had owned her old messenger bag for years now, getting it from her mother after she had been done with her teaching days. along with the flight jacket from her father on her shoulders, viv shoved her old swiss army knife, another memento from her past, and a box of matches into her back pocket.

satisfied with the items she had, vivienne shouldered her bag and dipped out of the apartment building. she made sure to pull the door shut behind her before she turned and meandered onto the debris-covered streets. it was a bit chilly for a summer day but viv didn't mind much. it was only when she saw the wandering figure that she felt a chill. no way, she thought to herself, clutching the straps to her messenger bag tight enough for her knuckles to turn white.

she almost struggled to say words when she recognized him, a grin spreading on her features. she knew better than to sneak up on the former soldier, so she simply walked toward him slowly, hoping he would recognize her as she called out, "hey uncle jack, how the hell did you climb over the barriers when you're so old?" she really couldn't help it but tease, she had never been able to help herself before anyway.

[ashen]

tracking cause i gotta see my old man

[carlisle]

[align=center][div style="width:500px; text-align:left; margin-top:5px; color:#262626; font-size:11px; text-align:justify"]OLD SOLDIER — J. MORRISON
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As the man dropped over the barriers, which he swore were easy to climb over, even if his joints creaked a bit at the effort, he landed with a slight thump onto his feet. He straightened to his full height and turned around to get a better look at the settlement he was dealing with. He quickly decided that it probably wasn't his best idea to jump into some unknown group's territory all wily-nilly but it was too late to turn back now that he was over the barrier.

He was walking down the streets now, gazing into apartment buildings that had been blown out years prior and examining old signs when he heard someone behind him. It was a familiar voice and his stomach gave a twinge of anxiety as he slowly turned on his heel. The moment he saw her, he froze. "Uncle Jack-" he could've shuddered, as if he were staring an old ghost in the face. [b]"I'm only 53, thank you," was all he could utter out as he took a reluctant step towards her. It was really her, his Viv. God he hadn't even realized how much he'd missed her until she was back standing right in front of him. He felt a surge of guilt wash over him at that thought and blinked. [b]"Where am I at?"