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Post by Ella Fisher on Nov 8, 2016 23:23:47 GMT
October 6th
Ella was sprinting through the streets. It had become her primary way to spend her free time. She was a firecracker finally being set free, a zephyr. Nearly everyone who had ever met her came to the same consensus: she had way more energy than most people had ever even imagined existing. And she was so small, there was no way all of that energy could fit. She felt like if she stopped moving, even for a second, she'd explode. So she never did, even in sleep, she was restless. At least she could get somewhere when she was running.
The streets were, without a doubt, the best place in Alexandria to run. Granted, there were people walking around, and they generally didn't enjoy being plowed over by a miniature ball of hyperactivity. Ella had learned this the hard way many, many times before. As a matter of fact, she didn't know if she really had learned her lesson. But the streets were level ground, and they actually led to places around the safe zone, even if she never actually planned on using any of these places. The jail house, for instance. She didn't plan on being arrested, and being a guard was not her first choice of work.
One foot in front of the other. Ella counted each time her foot hit the ground. One-two-three-four, one-two-three-four. The wind had a bite to it, but her rapid-fire heartbeat kept her warm. How long had she been running like this? Damn, she couldn't remember to save her own life. It had been a while...a long while, actually. Lucky for her, she could go at it for quite a long time, since she had a lot of endurance.
((ooc: This is just an open thread, so jump in if you'd like! Someone can be in Ella's way, or maybe they just stop her to talk to her, up to you!))
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Post by Daryl Dixon on Nov 9, 2016 22:34:26 GMT
Daryl had a lot on his mind from what he and Rick had talked about the previous night. Earlier Rick had mentioned to the group about a meeting he was calling later that day. Daryl was the only one who knew about the contents of that meeting. They would have to figure out if it was even possible to infiltrate that mall up the highway. He wasn't sure why he doubted the group's potential, they had been through think and thin, but perhaps it was because of the unknown that made him uneasy .They had no clue how many Walkers were actually inside the mall once they got in. There could be hundreds, or there could be barley any at all, he doubted the last option more than the first.
He was on his way to the infirmary to check in to see how Beth was doing after their hunt the previous day. She had sprained her ankle pretty bad, Denise had said, but it wasn't going to put her out too long. She hadn't been at home, but Maggie had mentioned that she had gone down to the infirmary to get pain meds. Maggie had given him an odd look when he had asked about her, after randomly stopping by. He wasn't quite sure what she had meant by it.
He rounded a corner and was now on the street the house they put the infirmary in was on. Daryl tried to avoid eye contact with the other residents of Alexandria since he really didn't want to get locked into some kind of conversation at that moment. He was avoiding the gaze of some middle aged guy that usually asked him for the weirdest odds and ins to look out for on runs when all of a sudden he heard the light tapping of someone's shoes hitting the pavement behind him, Daryl didn't expect what came next.
The person who had been running behind him at that point collided into him. Daryl barley had enough time to stabilize himself, but also grab the arm of the small framed girl who had collided with him, since the impact sent her falling to the ground. "Watch it!" He barked in his non-sociable voice. He let go of her arm once he knew she had regained her balance.
(OCC: I'm dating this post for Oct. 6th for the board)
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Post by Bridge Delacroix on Nov 10, 2016 1:01:40 GMT
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"What the hell's she doin' over there?" A rhetorical question that Bridge mumbled to herself as she leaned against the side of the medical building.
There was that girl again; the runner. She'd been at it all morning and this was the third time the on-call medic had taken a break and seen her jogging by.
The woman smiled and pulled the cigarette that hung in her fingers closer to her face. She slid under the shade of a tree as she crossed the lawn and maneuvered around the shrubs in the front of the neatly landscaped building.
The woman watched on while the girl grew quickly large and passed, but it was just shortly after she caught sight of another figure much larger than the girls and he appeared rather suddenly. Bridget's eyes widened and she hurried forward.
The cigarette had barely been thrown down a storm drain with she heard a collision she shuddered. The first thud. She winced and crossed the street remembering her own days when air stunts went wrong.
When she reached the pair, the girl was back on her feet, but there was also a man with an open glower standing with his fingers curled around a small blonde woman's arm. That didn't tickle her fancy. His hair was greasy and hung over his face, but it wasn't enough to hide his open irritation. His general demeanor was less than welcoming...god...
The woman wished she could remember the guys name.
Bridges eyes shifted between the two of them and narrowed as they settled on the man. He was cold to say the least. She sighed and forced a small smile, but her eyes hovered just around his shoulder. They were nervous, but they weren't on edge. She wasn't looking for a fight.
Whatever accusatory thoughts may have been running through her mind, they were of no concern with this possibly injured person now present.
"I'm Bridget." She mumbled to the man while keeping her eyes away from his.
The blonde looked back at the girl and her face became one of concern.
"Are you okay? Here..." Bridge tilted her head and held out her hands, implying it was the woman's arm she wanted to see. It was the forearm in particular she was most concerned with and quite possibly the elbow. It appeared to be a point of impact.
"How's your arm feel?"
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Post by Ella Fisher on Nov 10, 2016 1:22:38 GMT
It was all Ella could do to bite back a short stream of profanity that had begun to bubble up. She had a split second to see the object in her path. Her efforts to stop her own momentum was met by a big ' Ha! Nope!' from inertia, that bitch. She might've cracked a joke had she not been so disheveled. The collision made her head spin and nearly sent her to the ground. Nearly. Something grabbed her arm, keeping her from falling backwards. Only then did she realize she had plowed into a person, not a thing. Once her vision cleared up enough, she was able to discern who exactly she had hit: Dixon. One of these days, her luck was going to run out. She had run into so many people, some have started calling her 'Pinball'. So far, she had been extremely lucky, only running into people. Pretty soon, she was going to go barreling into a walker and get her throat ripped out. Death by inattention: not how she wanted to go out. Was there a limit on how many close calls she could have? If there was, she was really pushing it. She wasn't going to be as lucky one of these times. "Sorry!" Ella said, her voice on the fence between calm and 'Oh my god please don't kill me'. She steadied herself and was already bouncing on the balls of her feet when another woman arrived. A closer look at the woman showed someone who looked at lot like Ella. Blonde hair, small frame. Hell, this woman could've been her mother, for each physical similarity. Ella recognized her as one of the medics, most of whom she had encountered at least once. People weren't always as thoughtful as to grab her before she fell, and the pavement often wasn't very forgiving. A part of her wondered if she had any level of permanent brain damage. The older woman seemed concerned for her. "I'm fine, miss," She said, already ready to get back to running around. Subconsciously she turned her eyes to the roofs. There were less people up there, as dangerous as it was. Dangerous ideas were Ella's strong suit. Daryl Dixon Bridge Delacroix
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Post by Daryl Dixon on Nov 10, 2016 19:02:04 GMT
”It’s nothing.” Daryl halfway mumbled as the young girl apologized, Daryl could tell she was kind of scared, like a deer in the headlights kind of scared. He couldn’t remember her name, well he probably could if he had paid attention or cared to. Sadly Daryl didn’t bother to learn names anymore because he was so used to people dying all the time. But maybe he should try better, they did seem to be safe for once….nah when he got soft, that’s when it all went to shit. Daryl head another approach the pair off to their left and he glanced over, his dark eyes surveying the individual. Another blonde? She was older than the young girl however, and Daryl had seen her working with Denise for time to time, she as new as well like the girl. The young woman stated her name and it sparked some memory in Daryl’s mind, that was right he had heard her name before. She avoided Daryl’s gaze, which was interesting he hadn’t met someone with his same demeanor in this regard his entire time roaming the dead new world. He couldn’t lie he was slightly curious. ”Daryl.” He gave her his name in reply and then observed the pair of blondes interact. Was he going to be blamed for her injury? If there was any, he thought he had grabbed the young girl in time. Maybe he should just slowly back away to avoid further conversation, it appeared that…Bridget was her name ”Remember these things his mind screamed… had enough control of the situation now that he could walk away. Yet something compelled him to stay. ( Bridge Delacroix )
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Post by Bridge Delacroix on Nov 10, 2016 21:17:55 GMT
Faster Than My Bullet | ”Daryl.”
The woman's eyes fluttered up to his with a look of hesitation and her lips parted as if she was nearing a question.
The blondes curiosities weren't voiced however; she wasn't sure where to start and she didn't want to say anything that might take cause him to take offence. She'd only heard stories about him and so far they were right, he wasn't friendly...or chatty.
She cleared her throat as a certain expression of apology appeared and Bridget turned attention toward the younger woman.
When the girl said, "I'm fine miss" Bridges ears perked and her concerned expression waivered. That voice...Ella.
"Oh my god," she said through a sigh while the girl bounced on the balls of her feet. Bridge was smirking now as she crossed her arms over her chest and watched her.
"Ella..." she said, her tone lightening. "You're going to get yourself hurt one of these days."
"Eyes up." She said to the girl and winked when she noticed Ella was already eyeballing the rooftop. Bridges bottom lip slid between her teeth and she suppressed her urge to smile. Bridge could tell the blonde was thinking something along the lines of what a younger version of herself might have...
She tried to afford the girl a look that silently warned her 'don't even think about it.' Secretly, she admired the kids fearlessness.
Aa child, Bridget would have taken that kind of 'warning' (Eyes Up) as a more of a 'creative suggestion.' (Try The Roofs)
Especially if it came from an adult with a background in parkour...not that the girl knew that, but it was possible. The community was small; Ella may very well have seen Bridge a time or two climbing around on things she wasn't supposed to be.
Bridge smiled and her eyes fluttered for a moment to Daryl as if somehow his final seal of approval was necessary.
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Post by Ella Fisher on Nov 11, 2016 0:40:51 GMT
Ella had never been able to hold still and focus on one thing for longer than a few seconds. Even now, when she had only been stopped for a few seconds, her legs practically itched to get moving again. "ADHD with extra H," her friends had said before everything went to the dogs. She felt like she had been standing there for five minutes, but it hadn't really been longer than one, if you were generous. Still, hyperactivity waits for no one, not even for a few minutes, not even for something important. She wasn't sure she would stick around if someone was on the way with a thanksgiving feast. She grinned at the woman as she recognized her. A part of her was surprised it hadn't come sooner. Ella was easily one of the youngest people in Alexandria, and she showed it too, being a bit short for her age. She heard malnutrition had a way of stunting growth, and, well, no one was exactly properly nourished anymore, were they? Either way, she didn't think much of it. It was hard to really get familiar with her, given that she seldom stood in one place for as long as she was. "You're going to get yourself hurt one of these days." Ella laughed once, "Who says I haven't?" Seeing they were starting introductions, the younger of the blondes lifted her hand up. "I'm Ella," She repeated what the woman had said. She looked at her, grinned at the words 'eyes up'. Then she caught the warning in her stare and shrugged. Falling to her death was not exactly on her to-do list. But damn, the roofs would be fun. Jumping from roof to roof, while it was risky (And someone as vertically challenged as she was was almost certain to miss), might've been worth it. Still, she decided against it. Daryl Dixon Bridge Delacroix
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Post by Daryl Dixon on Nov 13, 2016 21:13:58 GMT
Daryl lingered watching the two females going back and forth in conversation. He wasn’t quite sure why he was still there, perhaps he could slip away unnoticed. Until the younger one stated her name. ”Ella” Well at least they were all acquainted now. He had noticed Bridget’s looks. Was she intimidated? Or tempted to say something but wasn’t sure how. After a brief conversation between the two Bridget returned her gaze to Daryl and he felt oddly under pressure. Not sure on what he was expected to say he asked, ”So she’s ok?” He mentally kicked himself, but he wasn’t sure what else to say in the position he was in. And oddly he felt teamed up on with both of the present. All he wanted to do was go see Beth and see how she was doing, not get caught up in something he wasn’t able to fix if it went south and they ganged up on him or something. Daryl only felt like this because he felt like there was an odd connection to two had that he wasn’t catching. Like an inside joke or something. He followed Ella’s gaze to the rooftops, yep her was lost. Tag: Bridge DelacroixOCC: I may pull him out of the thread next post haha sorry this took so long to reply!
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Post by Bridge Delacroix on Nov 16, 2016 0:31:39 GMT
"So she's okay?"
Bridget could have died. She felt like somehow she shouldn't have said something at all. Maybe she should have just had her cigarette and gone back inside.
There was a sudden tightness in Bridges throat and her lips formed a terse smile. For whatever reason, her eyes refused to stay with his. They trailed to his boots while she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
"Yeah," she said whilst moving her blue eyes back to his. Again, they she appeared to be apologetic. Why? Bridget wasn't even sure what that meant. She wasn't the type to worry about offending people. Or one to seek approval, nor had she ever been.
She stared at him. Perhaps it had something to do with the ever-growing sense of deja vous. He reminded her of someone; a time long since past. but the specifics? She hadn't the time to let her mind wander further. Not now.
The blonde slowly turned toward Ella Fisher and a sly grin came onto her face.
"So you okay, then?" She teased and threw in a wink just for good measure. If he wanted to know for sure, why not ask the source?
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Post by Ella Fisher on Nov 20, 2016 18:12:47 GMT
Ella looked between the two adults, her gaze bouncing from one to the other as though she was watching a particularly riveting tennis match. The man didn't look like he wanted to stick around much longer. Bridge seemed to be thinking about something Ella couldn't identify. Meanwhile, the child's flakey attention was already elsewhere: the roofs. She had to weigh her options with this: she could either go now and risk breaking her legs before Friday's run, or she could wait until after the run, but risk not getting another chance. The latter seemed like the wisest option, but when had she ever gone for that?
Ella caught a wink and a smirk from Bridge. She laughed, "I'm fine," She told her, addressing Daryl as well with a sideways glance and a small nod. She was losing interest fast. Adults could be boring sometimes, that had always been an opinion of hers. She grinned and bounced on the balls of her feet, waiting for the adults to finish their conversation so she could leave. She wanted to get to the roofs, badly. Ella looked at Bridge and then tilted her head slightly towards the roof of the building next to her.
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