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Post by Svernic Borcopf on May 27, 2009 12:23:56 GMT
Another dawn lead to another day and another day always meant another job for Svernic in the police house.
Today he was using a soldering iron to attach a few sheets of corrigated iron onto the bars on the windows, it was easy work for Svernic, the last few days he had been shifting bricks from the upper areas too secure the barricades on the lower floors. So the dancing sparks from the metal were pieceful, even when they jigged on his arms.
His arms were still sore from the labour and the raid on the medical bunker, but the mild pain was alright because it told him that he was alive. Right now that was all you could ask for in Williamsburg.
This last shard of razer edged metal was secure after he held it in place so that it would cool together and hold in place by itself. Looking at the sharp edges he was glad too have his welding gloves on. He had added that little touch himself so that anyone trying to pry of the sheet metal would rip their fingers to shreds trying. It might not stop the infected, they were to stupid to feel pain, but it might stop some random scavagers from breaking in too the complex.
Putting the white hot iron safely on its holster on the ground he turned to see a beautiful blonde haired woman looking very dazed and as if she was going to cry, standing on the large sheet of metal he was going to use for the next window.
She looked like she barely registered him standing there, but she wasnt one of the infected, she was still alive, he could tell that from the small tear dripping down her porcelain cheek.
Discomforted by the strange woman Svernic waved a hand gently to her, hoping the childlike gesture would catch her attention without setting her off.
He knew her name was Sara but didn't know her well enough to tell what was happening to the young woman, who was rumoured to have some serious problems...
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Post by Sara Artexa Murpheys on May 31, 2009 16:01:00 GMT
Art turned away, wind in her eyes making them water and sting, she had been watching for undead beasts with terror at the thought that they might approach. Her bow hung loosely from her right hand, arrows within quick reach but if something ran at the place, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to hit it. Her hands quivered with the rising panic and fear as her mind forced images of the running corpses tearing at her flesh. She gasped aloud and reach her hand into her pocket, drawing out a box of pills which she popped open carefully and tipped two into her mouth.
She hadn’t taken any for some time now, she had been trying to avoid using up the last of her supplies but the fact was, it was taking it’s toll, she needed them to stop her going mad, her mood had been haywire recently and it really wasn’t helping her make friends. For the most part people had been avoiding her within the station so she had been taking herself out of the way, often to the roof to look out, but the height had been tempting her in the last few days so, in a moment of sanity, she had offered herself for guard duty this week.
She hadn’t expected her duty to be intruded upon by the man she had heard was called Svernic, he had been adding to the defences, acting to protect everyone else here, but she couldn’t help but wish he hadn’t been so noisy. It startled her a little when he waved at her, and for a moment her eyes appeared like a startled doe’s before she managed to calm herself down and give the slightest smile and nod of greeting though it was obvious that it was a surface greeting only.
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Post by Svernic Borcopf on May 31, 2009 16:40:32 GMT
Svernic was often wierded out by people he had met over the last few weeks, recent events had put everyone in shock and some people hadn't quite remained the same since then. This young woman was one of the ones who had taken it hardest, her physical beauty and any lust Svernic had for such a pretty woman, was crushed and warped by the knowledge that she was more than a little off hinge at the moment.
She was, as the Borvakian saying went, "A rose with twisted petals, tipped in thorns."
And that was what made it so hard to talk to her, you never knew what was going to happen. Svernic watched tentativly as she downed a set of pills, gulping them down her elegant, swanlike neck and clenching her jaw at the bad after taste, maybe she was more human than he knew.
"I hope I wasn't disturbing you," he said, turning to offer her a drink from his bottled water, extending it to her in his meaty, gloved paw, like a bridge, meeting her in the middle, even though he didnt really know who "her" was, "I know we all need some time to think."
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Post by Sara Artexa Murpheys on May 31, 2009 16:58:28 GMT
She was used to swallowing tablets and the moments discomfort passed briefly, she shook her head at the proffered bottle of water but forced herself to answer, even if she wasn’t much in the talking mood. “Not at all, ve all haff the right to be out here.” Her strong German accent was very prominent right now, her lack of English speech with those here had made it worse, making her mispronunciations more obvious.
“Perhaps, but the fact is that I have had far too much time to think, I vould rather not think about things right now.” She sighed and turned away, looking out onto the empty streets, careful to keep her voice low when she spoke to keep from drawing attentions from any wanderers out there. “Vill they vork against these creatures?” She asked, waving a slender hand toward the metal coverings on the windows. “I didn’t think they felt pain.” She moved the hand into her pocket and drew forth a very long and thin cigarette from a packet and lit up, breathing in deeply.
“Vould you like one?” She offered him the packet and the lighter.
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Post by Svernic Borcopf on May 31, 2009 17:30:04 GMT
Svernic looked at the long delicate cigarette in the womans hand, he was tempted but then he had seen what such things had done to much better men that he. Men who had been warriors, serving their countries then returning to work on the building sites who had become addicted to the cigarette and felt their lungs filled with tar.
He didnt wan't that happening to him and didn't even want to go down that road.
"No thank you," He said, trying to keep a steady voice so that he didnt want to alarm the young woman. Now that she was off of the sheet metal he took out a large sheet of it and stacked it up against the window, he wouldn't attach it just yet, he wanted to stay and get to know more about this woman.
"I dont think it will deter the dead," He mused dropping the metal down onto the floor, "But it will rip their hands, so they couldnt grip things, so that might help us, but it will hurt others trying to break into the house."
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Post by Sara Artexa Murpheys on May 31, 2009 17:44:38 GMT
She took a long drag of the cigarette and sent a long breath of smoke coiling into the air above her head, watching it as it was blown away by the slight breeze that covered the stifling city. The weather seemed to have a sense of pathetic fallacy; the clouds had barely lifted since the initial infection making the whole city feel uncomfortably close to her. She shrugged and slipped the cigarettes back into the pocket of her black jeans, she was pleased to have change of clothing from the wedding dress she had worn when she originally came here, but she still wore things comfortable to her.
A pair of bootleg black jeans and a fleece with the sleeves pulled back up to her elbows and half open at the front, revealing a sports bra and powerful muscles. On her wrists were the straps that helped keep them straight and strong when she fired the bow, if one wasn’t careful it was possible to damage the ligaments in the wrist when using a bow. “I don’t think anyone trying to break in at this point is clever enough to be a risk.” She stared out onto the street, seeing a flickering movement some distance away but it wasn’t approaching, it was moving away. She raised her bow but it was out of range and wasn’t worth wasting an arrow on it dropped back to her side and she removed the cigarette from her lips.
“There are other points that are far easier to get to, like the fire escape on the floor above this one although a lot of it has been knocked off, you can still climb up it.” She stretched her slender fingers carefully, watching them flex before snapping them shut and grasping her cigarette again to blow out more smoke.
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Post by Svernic Borcopf on Jun 1, 2009 10:39:49 GMT
How strange that one so fragile of mind could be so right.
"Yes," He consented, "This isnt where most people would go for, but you can never tell with the infected, they dont think like us and the survivors are stranger still, you agree?"
Chuckling he pulled the souldering iron out and held this new sheet in place and began to make the join between the iron bars and the sheet of metal. The iron became white hot in his hands, the heat even seeping through his gloves, holding it at arms length he let it cool in the stagnant air.
"Besides you can never be to careful, anything can happen, dont you think?"
Happy that the iron had cooled enough he set to work again on the next join for the same sheet, attaching it straight too the bars, the smell of melting black paint cloging in the back of his throat and nose.
He finished the last two welds without comment as he struggled to say something to the beautiful young woman, he was never good at speaking to women and was amazed that he had gotten this far without an error.
He decided to fall back on his own speciality, building, to move the conversation onwards, "Besides we need something special for the escape, I can't just weld it shut with metal, we need to be able to get in an out of the house without letting in the infected or others."
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