CONVERSE HERE - MADRONA!

[DKender]

Converse thread, Madrona style.

[DKender]

After the demon attack, Molly couldn't sleep, so she joined Breg (and anybody else present) in the entrance hall for watch duty. She tried reading for a couple minutes, but something was bothering her. With a huff, Molly lowered the book and stared at Breg until he noticed.[/i]

"You wanna admit something?"




Breg raises an eyebrow, and looks at the door, before apparently thinking through every possible thing that he could have to admit. The highest likelihood was why they had not barred the door better earlier. Finally, he came to an answer.[/i]

"I don't believe in Hell, because it's a silly concept meant to scare people."
Is all he says.[/i]

-Molly
"Fine. Keep your secrets." Her tone softened. [/i]"It's all right. I understand."

-Breg
"I don't catch your meaning...if you think I'm being dishonest, I'll do my best to explain anything to you." He replies, and sits on the floor.[/i]

-Molly
"That's not what I think." She returned to her book, the literary classic "Dead Until Dark". A moment passed, and then,[/i] "Well, while we're being candid, Is Sylvia always a jerk, or does she just hate me?"

-Breg
Breg thinks for a moment, and then sighs, and puts his hand through his hair.[/i] "...Sylvia doesn't hate anyone, she's just gruff. I think all of these events have put everyone on edge to some degree, and the kids in the house and Isa are a tough one... It's hard to be pleasant when we're all in a fortress here, waiting for the next siege...I wonder if we should be more proactive about all of this, and bring the fight home, or just wait it out..."

-Molly
"I don't want to think about violence right now." She looked pointedly at the stained floor, where Greg's body had bled during the fight. Suddenly, her mood did a complete turn, and Molly started crying. It was the loud, dramatic kind of weeping.[/i]

-Breg
Breg watches her for a moment, and then holds her tightly in his arms.[/i] "It's ok. We didn't kill him. We didn't kill anyone, we just need to focus on surviving, alright? Things will get better soon."

[Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse]

Wolf was feeling glad that Breg had the attention. He was hoping the whole Nick thing would just blur away in people's memories. Then she started crying.

He stood and set his hand on her shoulder as Breg held her. It was super awkward, but he felt like he had to do something and he didn't want to attract too much attention by speaking.

Breg was wrong though. They did kill Greg. Wolf killed Greg. Carved his fucking head off. Bile rose in Wolf's throat.

He walked to the windows and peeked out through one of the viewing ports. Darkness. No shit. He coughed lightly as the burn in the back of his throat started to irritate him.

There was no way in fucking hell he was going to get to sleep tonight.[/i]

[Dr. Jar]

Breg-

Into the late hours of the night, Breg was preoccupied with both bandaging his scratches, and having the flap of skin stitched back on, and putting his room back in working order. After finishing his redecoration, he lay back in bed, painful, but not painful enough that he was unable to sleep, as tired as he was. He turned to Marcos thoughtfully.

"...You look like you have something on your mind. Are you..alright?" He did admit there was a certain weight to the situation, Marcos had been prisoner of the beast for god knows how long, and they slew her right before his eyes.

[DKender]

"I'm very happy. Relieved. Can't you tell?"

He had a couple less worry lines on his forehead.
[/i]
"Before you get weird ideas, that monster was delusional. I must resemble somebody it knew in a past life. You know, it thought Christa was our daughter."

[Dr. Jar]

Breg-

Breg looks at Marcos sadly, and then shakes his head.

"I make no assumptions about you, no matter what happened. I'm glad that you're safe now. If we are lucky, that is the last we will see of the monster. I'm glad we didn't hurt you feelings somehow in the process. If nothing else, we've relieved the monster of her suffering and hunger..." He wipes his forehead, and rolls on his back.

"...I hope you can sleep better now, more easily."

[Dr. Jar]

Marcos-
"I hope not. The nightmares remind me that I am human."
Then, he'd crawl under the bed to sleep.

Breg-

Breg stares, and shakes his head. "You're a strange one. Well, the monsters will get me first. Were you worried about our safety after all of that?"

Emiliano-
"Why do you think they will take you first?"

Breg-
"Because I'm out in the open. I think most monsters don't think hard about their meals."

Marcos-
"You can join me down here. There's room for one more."

Breg-
Breg shakes his head. "I think some blankets on the floor are fine. We'll steal another bed for you, so that you can have a proper place soon. I need a new bed too."

Emiliano-
"Suit yourself ..."He hums a song.It sounds like "Hotel California" by The Eagles.

Breg-
Breg isn't worried about anyone else waking up, because Rob is still being stitched up by the doctor.

"Goodnight Marcos."

Marcos-
Marcos: "She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys ... she calls friends. Oh, good night, Breg."

[∆§Indea§∆]

While the other two had a deep and meaningful. ((I think it might stay here for neatness.))[/i][/color]

“Goodmorning...Err? Marcos? Emily...?”

Rob took one look at Marco's outfit and within what seemed like a mere second, Rob was scarf-less. At least he wasn't wearing the woollen beanie he'd found. He consoled himself that they weren't exactly alike, his had more class, definitely... Maybe his own expedition had been pointless? He glanced at his now small seeming suitcase.

"You need glasses? I think I need more clothes... Did you sleep somewhere else? I didn't see you when I went to bed last night.”

[DKender]

"Emily is fine. Most people use my middle name or some variation, like Emi, Emil, Homeboy. I like it that way. Marcos comes from Mars, the god of war. It's not flattering, to be called warlike."

He put the book down.
[/i]
"I was under the bed last night. It's safer there, see? You could not see me, and monsters could not see me."

Emily pulled a spare scarf (almost identical to the one wrapped around his neck) from his messenger bag.
[/i]
"Wear this. I have plenty. It completes the outfit."

[∆§Indea§∆]

“Thanks... that's uh very thoughtful, Emi. Homeboy?”

Rob dutifully put it on, trying at least with a different tying method. He awkwardly balled his own scarf into his pocket and out of sight. Great. Nice one, Robert. Good going...

“Isn't it monsters that hide under the bed? I used to hide under my doona when I was a kid and double check my closet. My dad liked to tell ghost stories instead of picture books, thought it was a laugh when I jumped out of the covers.”

[DKender]

"Yes, Homeboy. It's probably a term of endearment, but not many people should use the term. *cough.* Your father must be wonderful."

He smiled.
[/i]
"Did he ever tell you a story about a cabin in the woods, one with many portraits hanging on the walls?"

[∆§Indea§∆]

" Yeah, he's a good sort. I'm sure he's organised the whole apartment block back home. Can't say he did, I think he made a few up. Lot's tales of bhoot. You'll have to tell me it sometime."

[DKender]

"Oooh. The bhoot. Funny you mention that ..."
He jumped nervously as Sylvia and Breg returned to the room.[/i] "I'll tell you later," Emily whispered.[/i] "Everything later. And the story with the cabin. Yes, that too."

[DKender]

Later, right before they left!



"I am 5.25 right eye, 6.00 left eye, nearsighted. Not bad-bad, right? Something close to this perscription will help. My glasses broke across the bridge, before the monster woman kidnapped me. I was in a van, and the glasses were in a bag ... can't remember where it all happened, exactly. Madrona. Hm. It was dark and confusing. Every street becomes the next. The van's window would be shattered, if we come across the scene. And I hope my guitar is still there in its case."