Isolated Desolation

[bean_stand]

OOC NOTE: This Role-play takes place prior to the onset of the Neutral_Stand timeline in Hiawassee. It is included here for character background purposes only.The interstate is desolate and lonely, which comes as no surprise. I has been more than two weeks since I last saw any sign of life. A group of folk that spoke of a place called Hemmingford

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[neutral_viggo]

*I stand behind a tree, peering at you, trying to make certain you're really real. I haven't seen another living person since my son died. I start to go up to you, then turn back and trip over my own two feet, landing in a gorse bush*

OW, FUCK!

*Oh, shit...*

[bean_stand]

*The noise -- not to mention the very American cursing startles me -- and it's second nature to level the rifle, and prep it. Are you real? Do you exist, or has my mind in its desperation conjured you? I was certain I was bloody careful to make sure I was alone.*

Who are you then, mate?

*I keep the rifle raised, just in case, but a small bit of me is elated to possibly see another living soul.*

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[neutral_viggo]

*I pull myself out of the bush and look up at a very good-looking man aiming a rifle at me. I stand up and put my hands up in what I hope is a calming gesture*

I'm Viggo. I was behind a tree, and I was going to come introduce myself, but I tripped and fell in the bush. Who are you? You don't sound American.

*And for Chrissake, put the gun down!*

[bean_stand]

*I lower the rifle's muzzle, but do not relenquish my hold on it. I've seen enough terror since this mess began to bloody well know better than to do so.*

No. Not American. I'm from Sheffield, if that makes any difference. Got trapped here during . . . during . . .

*I shrug and look down a moment, unable to finish out my thought. I nod appeasingly at the rifle, offering the tiniest hint of a smile.*

Sorry, can't be too bloody careful, and you're the first soul I've seen in some weeks. Feel as if I'm going absolutely starkers sometimes.

*You must be real, because I doubt that my own mind would conjure up a Yank who fell over his own two feet.*

I'm Sean.

[bean_stand]

Artist then?

*I find I'm glad we've something in common.*

I've been more into sculpture myself. My father was a welder, suppose it runs in the family. Haven't had time though in ages it seems.

*You summarize your life so flatly, and yet I can't imagine it being as colorless as your words make it seem. I stop, face you, put my hand on your shoulder again.*

I'm glad we found each other. I . . . I was losing hope. I'm not anymore though. Not since . . . not since, well, now. Meeting you.

*Why are your eyes so fucking blue and enthralling?*

[neutral_viggo]

I'm glad we found each other, too.

*If only you were into guys*

I hope we find some more people.

*Hopefully one who'll fuck me into the ground one night*

[bean_stand]

*Great. Brave new world right? Why do I feel like . . . like . . . like bloody kissing you? My lips twitch slightly, and I can't seem to let go of your shoulder.*

I . . . I'm sure we will, Viggo. Seems to be three sorts of visions going around. I can't believe we're the only two to have the visions of Hiawhatsits.

*Why does the thought of sharing you with others bother me so much? It makes so sense. Is it purely because I've been so alone? Am I that selfish? I wish I could make you smile . . . I bet it's a spectacular smile, yet I don't know how to accomplish it.*

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[neutral_viggo]

*I sigh, then smirk up at you*

Okay, I've found an answer to our problems with talking about the plague.

[bean_stand]

*I raise an eyebrow at you, not sure what to make of your . . . accent.*

Don't get all cheeky on me now, Viggo.

*Now when I feel this bloody lost, and afraid, and confused.*

But how? I mean, rather, what triggered it? Knowing, I mean . . .

*I'm trying to wrap my head around this, Viggo, but I need help in doing it.*

[neutral_viggo]

Well, what made you know you like women? Just an inner knowledge, right? Or was it because that's what you were supposed to do? I knew because it was just an inner knowledge, kind of a voice telling me, and I always listen to those. It may sound a little weird, but I just kind of knew I was bi. Even when I was a little kid.

[bean_stand]

*I shrug slightly, not knowing how to answer that, and follow. So what does this mean for me then? Am I . . . bi . . . like you? Or is it just -you- that's stirred me up? Or just everything about this entire survival thing? It's so very hard to sort through my feelings on the matter.*

I've . . . I've had to kiss blokes before. For roles. It . . . it . . . it never -effected- me though, Viggo. So why now, then?

*I don't know if I'm speaking to you, or me, or just no one in particular. I only know that I still feel hot all over, and I grow more confused with each passing minute and step down the interstate.*

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[neutral_viggo]

*pondering*

Well, there are a few reasons. Could be the "first thing on two legs" idea that you mentioned before, which I'm hoping it's not. I'm not the type who'll sleep with someone and then be okay with never seeing them again. The other reason could be that maybe you're lonely and looking for someone warm, because there's so much cold and death around. The third reason is that maybe you finally found a guy you're interested in.

*Please, God, please let it be the third one, please...*

[neutral_viggo]

*We walk in a comfortable silence for a few hours, until we come to a small town. I pop into the only department store downtown and get myself a new rifle with enough ammunition to last me a while. I also pick up a new pair of socks, a bottle of lube, and a box of condoms (just in case) from the same store. I glance over at you and toss you a box of Neosporin*

Y'alright?

[bean_stand]

*I try -not- to notice some of the more suggestive items I see you stuffing into your pack, and stiffle a chuckle. Feeling hopeful, are we, Viggo? The truth of the matter is, we should probably -both- go through our packs and sort them out. See what we have, and what we need.*

Yeh, I'm all right Vigs.

*I don't know where I've come up with that nickname but it just . . . suits you. At least in my mind.*

Just thinking. We should probably dump these bastards out, and sort through them. Organize them more. We're probably doubled up on some stuff, and lacking other things. With two of us, we should be able to hang onto a lot more if we plan it out, get it settled.

*Oddly the thought of sorting through the packs eases my mind. Gives me something . . . mundane to focus on. If you agree, that is.*

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[neutral_viggo]

*nodding slowly*

That's actually a very good idea, Seanie.

*Where'd that come from?*

Especially since we're here, and can get things we need.

*I move over to the lawn furniture section and dump my pack out onto one of the tables, sorting through it slowly*

Clothes, book, art stuff... Beer... Condoms, lube... Some food...

*continues rummaging*

[bean_stand]

*I move over the next table and dump mine out as well. First aid kit. Ammo. Food. Some clothes. Flares, army knife. All very mundane and boring really.*

You carry some strange shit around with you, Vigs.

*I can't help but chuckle. I've been so bloody practical about everything, and you've . . . well you've packed like an artist.*

Right, let's see if we can't figure this out, then.