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Zakharia Jeylls ~ Male ~ 25 ~ Location: Shack in the woods ~ Mentions: Zena Xao

The man raised an eyebrow at finding her so eager to speak and so...well, calmed about the whole situation and being kidnapped. He could have been a raper for god's sake and she was just there mumbling and jumbling about stuff. He couldn't decide if he liked it or not. He was accustomed to scaring people because well, he was tall, relatively big, heavily tattooed and on top of that: he did a couple of shady things. Yet here she was, tied up and all funny. For some reason it was when he had seen her yawn that he noticed how little she was. He did notice her feather-like weight when carrying her of course but he hadn't really paid attention to the actual size. She was just too little, shrimpy he thought. Skinny and delicate to the eye but he was very observant and he could notice she did have some muscles in her. He remained silent for about two minutes after she was done speaking, considering his options once more.

He then stood up, towering over her even more now that she was sitting on the bed instead of standing up and he walked to her side. He quickly undid the ties and slowly started rolling the paracord back into the tidy bundle it had been before. She seemed much more awake than before and the fact her mind was now functioning correctly again was easily noticed y the fact that she was now saying a lot more than just "must walk". Zack then decided to finally answer her words, "I did kidnap you, I'm glad to hear you are so happy about it too" He said, serious expression on his face though the phantom of a smirk could be perceived and with a rather sarcastic tone. He then stored the paracord back into his backpack. "What's your name?" He then asked, his curiosity voicing the question. If he had already kidnapped her might as well know her name...He had a little bet with himself that her name was Tai, Chi or something of the Asian sort, he was eager to know if he had won or not.

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Piper Ederwin ~ Female ~ 23 ~ Location: Highway ~ Mentions: Dean Ederwin, William Grey, Theodore Weaver

"I promise" She said, hoping that would put the man at ease. He must have had some really deep connection with that shovel. He clearly was...unstable, very unstable and she knew Dean wouldn't like that. But, once again, she couldn't help but feel empathetic, and even slightly protective, over the man. She didn't pitied him though, she knew pity was the last thing that would help someone with an issue like his but she felt, for some reason, it was her obligation to keep him calm.

She waked around the truck and got in, just in time to hear the stranger ask if he could have his window down, "Sure you can" She answered, before her brother had any say in the matter. She then looked at William, who was sitting right in front of her and she gave him back his knives. Dean ogled her as though a third eye had suddenly appeared on her forehead, "He won't, Dean" She said, meaning she was sure William wouldn't try to harm them, she then addressed William "I may not precisely trust you yet but I feel you don't mean us harm. Don't prove me wrong." She said, her tone was firm as always but clearly tired. The apocalypse was wearing down on her. She had Theo's shovel between the truck's back door and her where its owner could easily see it. She then looked at the brown haired man, "What's your name?" She asked.

Dean Ederwin ~ Male ~ 27 ~ Location: Highway ~ Mentions: Piper Ederwin, William Grey, Theodore Weaver

He hated it when Piper took control. He just disagreed so, so much with he decisions but still he couldn't bring himself to say anything about it. In addition to that, he grudgingly admitted to himself that she was usually right about everything when she was in that calm, direct and serious attitude. He then turned the keys again, the engine coming to life as he got ready to depart. He glanced sideways for a second and noticed William scrutinizing him. "What?" He asked."Am I pretty?" He added, his sarcastic tone perfectly clear as his green eyes measured up to his light blue ones.

Then Piper's hand appeared next to him, handing William back his knives. Flabbergasted and slightly upset he eyed his sister and that was all it took for her to try to reassure him that it was fine. No. It wasn't. It really wasn't. His eyes rapidly turned onto William once more, questioningly and impatiently awaiting for his answer to his sister. He was instinctively trying to read his intentions, prepared to detect any lie he could have tried to use. It just felt so weird after so long with just Piper to stat trusting others he simply couldn't bring himself to it yet.

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Zena Xao ~ Female ~ 22 ~ Location: Shack in The woods ~ Mentions: Zakharia Jeylls

Zena shrunk a little bit when he stood up but smiled when he untied her. She wasn't able to hide a small bubbling laugh at his sarcasm. Oh that was always a fun character trait. {Not hostile! Yet at least} The first thing she did was stand up, wincing slightly at the way her feet stung, and stretched her arms behind her back. "My name is Zena. And I know considering you are the captor in this situation I'm not the one who should get to ask questions but I'm going to anyway. Hope you don't mind. What is your name?" She rolled her shoulders sighing when they popped. Oh that was a satisfying feeling.

What wasn't satisfying was how grimy she felt. She looked at her hands and frowned at the dirt that had caked up there. {Ugh. I need a bath} She looked back up to the man, her mahogany eyes more attentive now that she had seen to herself. That was her first priority for the moment. She crossed her arms again and shifted a step back so she didn't have to lean her head back so far. "You're really fucking tall" The words just rolled off her tongue before she could stop them. She knew that the real case was that she was rather short but she didn't care. From her vantage point the statement was completely valid. She watched him, waiting for his name and reply to her comment.

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William Gray ~ Male ~ 24 ~ Location: Highway ~ Mentions: Dean and Piper Ederwin, Theodore Weaver, Tabitha ICantRememberHerLastName (indirectly. Kind of)

When Dean asked if he was pretty William, without thinking, immediately answered with "Very". This slip of tongue caused his whole face to go red and he hoped that Dean might pass if off without thinking about it. He just turned to look back out the window, a bit tenser now that he could have just caused Dean to be repelled by him. When he felt something cold press against his arm he looked down to see his knives and took them instantly. "Thank you" He mumbled before Piper started to talk. Once she was done he simply nodded. "I don't have a reason to try and harm either of you. And honestly I don't think I will. But to be fair if I tried both off you could have me laying in a pool of my own blood in an instant" He knew he had rambled but it happened when he was nervous. He just caught her gaze and hoped his eyes would say what he couldn't. He had noticed that she had picked up on his attraction to Dean and his eyes were begging her to just say quiet about it.

He looked at the shovel-man for a moment and nodded towards him. "The names Will" Once he had done that he rested his head against the window and noticed a figure walking out of the woods towards them. (Remember Tabitha?) A figure and a dog. William's whole body went ridged. "No shit no. Please oh no" He knocked his hand against Dean's arm to point out the girl, his fingers slightly curling into the fabric of his sleeve. "I do not do dogs " The tone in his voice made it obvious that anything of the canine species off set him more than the infected did. Letting go of Dean's shirt be put his head in his hands. "Holy Hades please do not let that be her dog. Please do not take the dog" He was mumbling now but they would have been able to make it out.

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Zakharia Jeylls ~ Male ~ 25 ~ Location: Shack in the woods ~ Mentions: The Asian hobbit {moar nicknames .3.}

He kept silent as she spoke, man she liked speaking. Zack was really not used to people talking that much around him, many reasons behind that: they didn't trust him, they felt intimidated, he just really didn't appear to be the talking type and the list could go on and on and on. He was a little bit disappointed, her name didn't really sound all that asian-like but he still liked it. It was short, just like its owner and easy to remember. Already knowing which question would come after her deep explanation of how she shouldn't be asking questions she was still going to ask anyways he answered right away, "Name's Zakharia, Zack for short" He said in his deep yet alluring voice. She then popped her shoulders and watching her do that unconsciously gave him the need of cracking his neck. He simply moved his head sightly back and to the sides producing several popping sounds before returning his intense grey glance at her.

Zakharia couldn't refrain from chuckling and smirking at her comment for two reasons: on the first hand she was a midget and mostly anybody would be fucking tall compared to her and on the second hand he found it amusing in some way to listen to someone so little and innocent-looking as her cussing like he would have done. "I am not fucking tall, it is just that you are incredibly little" He said, looking down at her, his smirk still in place. It eventually became only a small expression rather than a smirk but it still had the same feel to it.

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Zena Xao ~ Female ~ 22 ~ Location: Shack in the Woods ~ Mentions: Zakharia Jeylls

Zena couldn't help the laugh she gave when she read his disappointment. "My last name is Xao if it sounds any more Asian to you" She smiled which lit up all her delicate features, her eyes wrinkling at the edges some. She shivered once and pulled herself back onto the bed so her feet weren't on the cold surface of the shack floor. At his next comment she rolled her eyes. "Alright yes. I get it. You're an elf and I'm a hobbit" Her toes curled in slight delight at her own reference, giving a bit more lead way into the type of person she was. Her hands traveled to her hair to let it out of the bun, the jet black waves tumbling down to rest just between her shoulder blades. Or where they would have been if the sweater she was wearing wasn't a size too big.

After a moment of just analyzing Zack her stomach growled. Without even thinking twice she got up, walking over to where she could see her bag was and grabbed two bright red apples. This had been her food source. One Apple every two days. She walked back over to her seat on the bed and offered up the second apple she grabbed to Zakharia. As she was doing this she put more thought into his size. He seemed pretty tough. He could serve as a good gaurd. "So. Might you happen to know of a river near by? And if so would you mind taking me to it. I have a feeling you aren't going to let me get my knives back as easily as I got these apples. A little Hobbit Princess like me can't go anywhere without protection nowadays. " Zena had actually called herself a Hobbit Princess for most of her life so she figured 'Why stop now?' A small joking smile took her lips as she said. "It's like the worlds gone to shit or something"

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Zakharia Jeylls ~ Male ~ 25 ~ Location: Shack in the Woods ~ Mentions: Zena Xao

His smirk widened once more when she noticed he had been expecting a more Asian-like name. Her surname definitely was enough Asian-like to make him feel like he had won the bet against himself, at least part of it. His eyes took in many of her details and features while she shivered and then again when she raised her slender arms to untie her hair, which immediately cascaded like an ink colored waterfall down her back. She was simply captivating to his eyes, in another words, he found it deeply interesting to observe her and her movements. Maybe it was her unusual size or features, he wasn't sure and he didn't care as long as he was allowed to keep his mind occupied with his observations.

He remained in place, like a towering human wall, as she moved from the bed to her bag, only turning his head to keep his grey eyes from stopping to look at the little Chinese woman. She then returned to sit on the bed, two apples in her diminutive hands and she offered one to him. He took it, not saying thank you but nodding slightly while keeping his eyes on hers, it was his silent way of a thank you and not many picked it up making him sometimes appear as rude. He was thankful he just didn't want to voice it and so through the years he had created a lot of little physical movements or expressions that conveyed the things he didn't say or wanted to say with words.

Zakharia took a bite off his apple before she asked him if there was a river nearby. Indeed there was one and he had been there earlier that day. She then asked him to be her protection, what she did not say though is what she wanted to do in the river. He decided not to ask though, and see for himself. "There is a river nearby and I don't mind taking you. What I do mind is about you walking with damaged bear feet in the woods" He said, "The last thing I need is a miniature Chinagirl with infected feet" He added, taking another bite off the apple.

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Zena Xao ~ 22 ~ Location: Shack in The Woods ~ Mentions: Zakharia Jeylls

Zena smiled as he took the apple and registered the nod. They just sat there for a moment in silence, well, other than the sound of apples being bit into. She let her eyes run over all his monstrous features, taking particular time on the tattoos. She was a bit fan of them and even had one herself. When he said he did in fact know where a river was she smiled once more. "Oh great! Also. I'm not a Chinagirl. Well. I am. But I'm a Hobbit Princess. Hobbit's don't wear shoes. I know that might be hard for an Elven Lord like you to understand but we don't. We are tough" Another bubbling laugh escape her lips and she curled her toes even tighter. She was quite enjoying herself at the moment. It was nice to have someone to talk to. She had almost forgotten how much she missed it.

Zena stood once more and walked over to the bag, taking out the three water bottles and bag of apples, settings them in the chair. She had left her small blue fleece blanket in the bag along with her inhalers and MoonCup. Once she had pulled her bag onto her back she turned to look at him. "Unless your planning on carrying me everywhere I will walk" She hoped he took that as a joke as Zena actually had quite a fear of being picked up by other people. It was an odd fear and she knew that but she couldn't help it. She was small and fragile and always felt like she was going to be dropped at any moment. With him being so tall that fear would multiply until she was able to overcome it.

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Zakharia Jeylls ~ Male ~ 25 ~ Location: Shack in the Woods, River in the Woods ~ Mentions: Zena Xao

He raised an eyebrow as she called herself once more a Hobbit Princess. Other than by her stature she didn't seem like a hobbit at all to him. Hobbits were robust, hairy and tough. She was skinny, elegant and delicate, at least that was how he perceived her. "Well, if you are indeed as tough as a Hobbit you might as well inform your bleeding feet about it, it seems they missed the memo" He said once more, joking thorough sarcasm. He then took some seconds to look her over once more. She needed to get new clothes that fit her better and for God's fucking sake she needed a pair of shoes. Her clothing was plain dangerous. The oversized sweater made grabbing her easy and he didn't even now where to start with the bare feet. It was really annoying him.

He kept his annoyance deep inside him, which was something like him to do. Maybe because he didn't want to scare her that much yet with his slightly snappy attitude. He watched as she pulled her bag onto her back and then spoke a sentence that gave him the perfect escape to cope with his annoyance. Immediately he lifted her up in his arms with no effort given her scarce weight. God, he had lifted dogs that were heavier than this girl. Silently and with Zena securely scooped up his arms he exited the shack and started making his way towards the river. Around then minutes later they arrived and he carefully put her down in a soft patch of grass were no twigs or rocks could hurt her feet even more. He was SO bandaging her up when she was done doing whatever she wanted to do. He then stood there once more without moving and intensely looking at her, expecting her to say or do something.

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Zena Xao ~ 22 ~ Location: Shack/River in The Woods ~ Mentions: Zakharia Jeylls

When picked up Zena tensed immediately and twisted her fingers into the back of his shirt, her face pressed against his shoulder. "No no no no. I was kidding. That was a joke. I don't like this. Being carried" Once she figured he wasn't listening she just tightened her grip a bit and closed her eyes, willing the stream to be close. Sadly, it wasn't. At some point in the walk she had to move her head so that the crook of her arm blocked a sneeze. The sneeze was small and high pitched, like a mouse, very fitting of Zena After ten terrifying minutes she felt herself being put down and let out a sigh of relief. "Okay so. You can roll your eyes all you want but I need a bath. Just because it's the end of the world does not mean I have to give up my hygiene"

Zena set her bag down at the base of a tree and went to start pulling off her sweater shirt when she noticed Zack was still watching her. Her pale face turned red with a blush. "Well turn around!" She squeaked, picking up a small stick and tossing it at him. Once he had turned his back she slid off her sweater and shimmied out of her jeans, folding them and putting them beside her bag. She then took off her simple black bra and underwear, laying them on top of her other clothes. She then walked into the river, which lucky for her, came up to just under her armpits, so only the tops of her breast could be seen. "Okay you're fine now" She had the sneaking suspicion he had peaked but wasn't going to say anything.

Zena dunked herself under the briskly cold water, coming back up with her black hair now weighted with water. She pulled it up for a moment to wring some of the water out, revealing her back and shoulders as she had turned away from Zakharia for the moment. Sitting on and almost completely covering her right shoulder blade was a black dragon who had its head rested on her shoulder. Though it only took a moment for it to be covered again, as Zena let her hair pool down around her. She had grabbed a small rough rock and was using it to scrub her skin. Turning to face Zakharia, she spoke. "Thank you for bringing me to the river" After she said her thanks, she dunked herself under again, this time slightly just for the heck of it, staying under a little longer. It might have looked to someone not paying attention that Zena was just being reckless and non attentive while she bathes but it was quite the opposite. Every small noise had her eyes darting towards its source. She really did not want to fight naked.

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Zakharia Jeylls ~ Male ~ 25 ~ Location: River in the Woods ~ Mentions: Zena Xao

Zekharia had smiled only slightly when she sneezed. He thought she seemed like some type of toy, so small and incredibly interesting with all her details and movements. His smile faded soon anyways at least before she had any opportunity to catch a sight of it. Very little people saw him smile. Smirk maybe, smile never. The tall, tattooed man did indeed roll his eyes when the little woman revealed the purpose of their little trip to the river. Suddenly she intended to start undressing and he, as the man he was, simply didn't have the instinct to turn and and give her privacy. Much on the contrary, his eyes had already started following the movement of the sweater upwards when he was suddenly snapped out of the enjoyable view by a flustered tiny woman. Reluctantly he turned around.

He didn't want to look at her, well, he did but he knew he shouldn't. Still, Zack couldn't force his eyes away before and he sure as hell couldn't now. Whenever he felt she was concentrated on something else than him his eyes would sneak to her body, delighting on the quite ravishing view. He then heard her moving followed by the sound of the water and soon enough he was told he could turn. He did, watching himself not to look eager to do so as his eyes quickly scanned every single piece of the Asian girl that the water didn't hide from his view. She then disappeared under the water and the man felt a type of hatred for the liquid substance he had never experienced before and that he couldn't explain.

Nonetheless, when she finally appeared again in the surface he was met with what he was almost sure was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen. The gorgeous small female back used as a canvas for the tattoo of a dragon which turned gracefully across her shoulder blade. His pupils were dilated, as though they were trying to burn that image into his memory and succeeding at doing so. Those seconds were glorious to him and the deep emptiness and annoyance he felt when the black mass of hair covered it from his view was simply indescribable. The woman then addressed him and he had to force himself completely out of the enthralled state he had recently been put into, he cleared his throat before speaking, "Yeah, no problem" He said and crossed his strong arms in front of his chest as he leaned against a tree. He had to be thankful that nothing came up to him in the last minutes, all his senses had been so focused on the girl that there was no way he would have noticed.

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Zena Xao ~ 22 ~ Location: River in the Woods ~Mentions: Zakharia Jeylls

Zena rolled his eyes as she quickly picked up on his watching. "Pervert" She teased, throwing a pebble in his general direction. She stepped back some into deeper water until it engulfed her shoulders and she was now having to tread water. She was eternally grateful for the fact that the water was dark enough to hide her. Zena had decided she wanted to swim got a bit before getting back out, it relaxed her. "So Zakharia" His name rolled off her tongue with ease despite her accent. "Tell me about your tattoos while I swim. Is there more than meets the eye?" She was guessing that since he had so many that he liked them, so that would be the best topic to bring up.

Her black hair followed her like a shadow as she lazily swimmed around, carefully making sure she wasn't giving Zakharia anything immodest to peak at. She listened to his words with a small smile on her lips, visibly relaxing. Zena had reminded herself that if there were any of those things coming she'd be able to hear them groaning. They weren't exactly stealthy. After a few minutes she stopped swimming around and got to where she had footing again, fanning her hands in front of her and watching the ripples, though still listening to Zakharia.

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Zakharia Jeylls ~ Male ~ 25 ~ Location: River in the Woods ~ Mentions: Zena Xao

At first he felt a little bit insulted at being called a pervert, after all he hadn't had any pervert thoughts in his mind...well, just very little ones but he just wanted so badly to trace that tattoo with his fingers. He was also quite surprised that she had picked up on him ogling her and smirked at this, "I wouldn't call a pervert pervert unless I wanted him to do pervert things" He said, a malicious look on his face as he clearly tried to make her feel uncomfortable. Still, the conversation was soon diverted to a theme he loved speaking about. His beloved tattoos, "There are more than you could count Hobbit Princess" He said, sounding proud of himself. There was some truth in his words though, approximately 90% of his body was tattooed excepting his face and...parts were needles were not at all welcome.

"Got my first one at thirteen"He added, giving some little more information than what he was initially asked for which was a rare ting for him to do. He really loved taking about or being asked about his tattoos. His mind then brought forth a very recent image of a stunning ink work he had seen plastered in the beautiful back of a certain girl who so happened to be right here in his company, "What about yours?" He asked, not asking anymore questions as he would have completely sold himself by that way proving he had indeed been looking at her. His mind replayed once more the stunning experience as he awaited for her answer.

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|| Tabitha Grace Archer || Female || 17 || Location: Highway || Mentions: Dean & Company

Tabitha panicked when she heard the truck's engine, her eyes wide as she started trying to limp faster. "Please, let me get there in time," she muttered, grinding her teeth against the pain shooting through her foot. Tab looked down at Gryphon and smiled, before looking back towards the truck and noticing a wide-eyed face staring at her through the window.

"One of them saw us," she breathed, picking up pace again. Gryphon easily maced his pace with hers and his little tail was wagging a mile a minute. "Go, Gryph," she told the dog, snapping her fingers and pointing towards the truck. "See if you can get them to wait a little longer." The dog immediately rushed forward and began barking, glancing back briefly to check on his owner as she limped forward, steadily closing the distance between her and the truck with each painful step.

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