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Posted: Mar 27 2012, 11:12 AM


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By now he'd given up with trying to figure out how long he'd been in the city, deciding instead that worrying about how long he'd been lost and how long he'd been away from his baby (and by that we mean his truck) was going to do nothing for him in the long run. He'd been lost a good week before he'd gotten any clue as to where he was, and now that he'd found his way to the outskirts of the city, he didn't much care for the specifics. He was closer, wasn't he? Dare we say it, Beau Landry had taken up a rather zen approach to this whole thing - a feat for a man that usually spent his time so dangerously close to blowing a fuse.

Still, maybe it was just the fact that he had made it most of the way out of the city in one piece that enabled him to relax - at least, relax by his standards. He'd made a promise to himself that he wouldn't die in that city, and so far, he'd lived up to that promise. A few close encounters, sure, but what was a little terror in the long run? He could handle getting his knees scraped up, surely, and after surviving for over a week in the heart of the city he was entirely confident he could survive just about anything at this point. With one exception: a hangover.

The night before, Beau had hauled himself up in a gas station, safe and sound in the back room with the bottle of whiskey he'd found left behind on a shelf. With nothing to do and nothing to worry about, what was he to do if not drink himself to sleep? And drink he did - perhaps too much considering he'd had so little to drink these past few months. He wasn't accustomed to dealing with hangovers, but with his head throbbing and society having ended, there was only one thing he could think of to solve it: a visit to the pharmacy.

The hospital seemed safe enough, with just a pair of walkers lingering on the front lawn and another in the halls. Even with a hangover, it was nothing Beau couldn't take care of with about as much effort as if he were flicking a mosquito away. Finding the pharmacy was all too easy, and while the pickings were slim, the man helped himself to what he could find - some anti-biotics, pain killers, a tiny bottle of Valium, and because they'd been left behind, a prescription for Viagra and a pack of condoms. (What? You never knew when these things would come up.) Popping open one of the bottles, Beau looked over the percocet before biting the pill in half, swallowing the half down with a swig from his bottle of water and flicking the other half away. He wanted to get rid of that hangover, but he wasn't about to sacrifice his functionality.

He'd been making his way from the hospital when he saw it from his spot on the over-hang, looking down to the lobby below. There was a girl, dark haired and just slightly manic looking, caught between a pair of walkers. No, not caught - she seemed perfectly content with where she was. Hell, she seemed to be enjoying herself, even if she was the human bait she was using to taunt the things, darting out of the way before either could get to her and, inevitably, sending their skulls knocking into one another. Beau cocked a brow, starting down the stairs with his pick axe in hand and the girl and her "friends" still having their party. They'd notice him eventually - and until then he was content to watch with a lazy smirk, wondering how long it would take for things to go wrong.

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Posted: Mar 30 2012, 08:10 AM


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TAGGED: Beau/Venture. WORD COUNT: 981. LYRICS: Bad To The Bone- George Thorogood & the Destroyers. NOTES: HEHEHEHE.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -On the day I was born, the nurses all gathered 'roundAnd they gazed in wide wonder, at the joy they had foundThe head nurse spoke up, and she said leave this one aloneShe could tell right away, that I was bad to the bone.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -She had to get out. Like last week. There was only so much of people that Evalea could take. These last few months had really tried her patience. She was actually shocked at the amount that she had. But times change and so do people. All she needed was a walk to clear her head, maybe scavenge for something. If she didn't find anything she could use, she'd simply just trade it with someone who would. Muttering obscenities among other things under her breath, Eva started to chuck her belongings into her duffel bag. No. She wasn't going to drag the thing around with her. She was going to go to receiving and hide it in a little spot she had found a month before. She had tested the spot and not once did she see someone even notice her things. So to her it was safe to leave them.She honestly didn't really have much in her possession. The few things that she treasured were always with her. Her disc-man (yes, she is old-school), her three hand guns, and the two small machete's she had found a few weeks back. That is what she kept on her. And ammo of course. Once her things were packed, Evalea headed from her bed towards receiving. Once dumping her things into a small box and stuffing it away in her hidey hole, she slung the empty bag over her shoulder. Her guns were strapped to various parts of her body, her disc-man in her sweater pocket and the two machete's were strapped to her legs, easily removable in an emergency. Leaving Sam's she received a few odd looks but no one said anything. Good. Evalea really didn't want to deal with the busy bodies at that moment. All she wanted was to go outside, breath in some semi-fresh air and just walk, perhaps scavenge a bit. She climbed over the small barricade by one of the less used doors and was met by the midday glaring sun. She paused and shielded her eyes, wishing she had a pair of shades. Great. she thought to herself. Now I'm gonna get a friggen migraine. Just fuckin' peachy! She grumbled more to herself as she plugged her head phones into her ears, the sweet sound of her metal music flowing through her ears.Trudging along to her music, Evalea passed a few stores, just glancing inside the windows before moving on. She'd already been there, purged that. As had pretty much every person within a five mile radius. Slowly but surely she could feel her migraine start to seep into her head, and Ev grudgingly turned her music down. Surprisingly she didn't see many zombies. Just one or two here and there. Easily taken out with a swing of her newly sharpened blades. She didn't want to use a gun and risk the noise attracting anymore walking corpses than necessary. Perhaps later if she got bored. After a little while Evalea rounded a corner and the hospital came into view. There were five zombies just stumbling around. Easy work. It almost insulted Ev how little there were of them.Scoffing loudly on purpose, she caught the attention of the rotting meat bags and they started in her direction. She strolled out almost nonchalantly and freed her weapons of the constraints. She gripped them tightly in her hands and the first of the five reached her. With an expert swing of her arm, she caught the first two at the same time, lobbing their heads off. She watched with a sick sort of fascination as the heads flew slightly through the air before a third was close to her. She tore her eyes away from the flying body parts and swung her other arm around, plunging the blade right through its left eye socket. Using her foot as leverage, she kicked against the zombie and pulled her blade free and it slumped to the ground in a bloody head.Grinning to herself and getting a little bored, Evalea decided to play a little game of cat and mouse with the two remaining. She trotted off to a safe distance and started to whistle and goad the zombies, placing her machete's back into the restraints. Once they would get in reach of her, Ev would just dance out of their way, move a few meters away and repeat. " Come and get me! Come on! You know ya want me! I taste like cheeseburgers! I swear!" She chuckled to herself. After removing herself to a safe distance again, Ev turned her back to the zombies and looked over her shoulder. With a laugh, she started to bump and shake her butt in their direction. " Take a bite! You know you wanna! Come and get it while its hot!"During her entire show, Evalea was aware of someone watching her, from the direction of the hospital she was currently running around in front of. To be honest she didn't care. If the person hadn't killed her so far, it was highly doubtful they would. Perhaps they were just enjoying the show. Yet she started to get bored of her little game. Giving it a few more minutes she once again released the weapons from their hold at her sides she waited until they were once again in swinging range. Once they were, Ev struck out with both of her arms and decapitated the two at the same time. In unison, the limp bodies fell to the ground with a satisfying thump. Once her weapons were sheathed, Ev blew a kiss in the general direction of the overhang above the front doors. " Hope you enjoyed the show! There's more where that came from!"With that said, Evalea headed into the hospital. Might as well find some pain meds while she was there.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -YODAFIED JEDI OF CAUTION! MADE THIS TEMPLATE.
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Posted: Apr 3 2012, 07:11 AM


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As he watched from the over-hang inside the hospital, there was a lazy smile inevitably creeping across his lips. Oh, lazy indeed. Being that he was on a stomach of nothing more than a protein shake (you know, one of the powdered ones you just pour into a bottle, shake, and drink), that little half of a pill he'd taken had had plenty of acids to help it dissolve. That, along with the fact that his tolerance to the drugs he used to take so recklessly was non-existent these days, was speeding up the time it took for that pill to kick in drastically. He felt surprisingly light and all too heavy at the same time. His head seemed to be floating above itself while his arms felt ten times their normal weight as his wrists melted over the banister as he leaned forward. His eyelids drooped while his eyes felt like they were swelling, and indeed his pupils had widened to an average that was definitely not the norm. Really, was it any wonder there was that idle smile tugging at his lips as he watched? Well, that and because the whole thing was damn amusing.

He had to admit, he'd played with those things before - he'd lured them around corners and into traps he'd rigged when he had the time, space, and means. They stumble through, trip the wire, and they get a sharpened stick through the head just when they think they're about to get a meal instead. Yes, he'd had fun, but that was before - you know, before he'd wondered into this hell hole, back when he roamed around high ways and forests and ghost towns instead. Since coming into Houston he'd hardly enjoyed the sport as much as he had in the past, probably because the numbers made it feel more like a chore than a sport. We suppose you could say he'd been reminded of the fun he'd used to have.

Sliding his hand over the bannister, Beau started for the stairs, keeping his eyes down to make sure he didn't stumble down - it would be perfectly fine if he'd been alone, but that clearly wasn't the case anymore. Eventually he came to the conclusion that the stairs were a hell of a lot longer than he'd remembered, settling for leaning his hip into the railing. He brought his hands up, clapping them together lazily with that same stupid grin on his face. "That was some show." He practically purred as he leaned forward, cocking a brow. "Is there an encore?"

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EVALEA PARSONS
Posted: Apr 3 2012, 07:53 AM


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TAGGED: Beau/Venture. WORD COUNT: 426. LYRICS: Bad To The Bone- George Thorogood & the Destroyers. NOTES: HEHEHEHE.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -On the day I was born, the nurses all gathered 'roundAnd they gazed in wide wonder, at the joy they had foundThe head nurse spoke up, and she said leave this one aloneShe could tell right away, that I was bad to the bone.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Pushing the door open, Evalea stepped into the entrance hall of the hospital. The place was a total and complete mess. Papers were strewn everywhere, gurneys and other pieces of furniture were overturned. Yep. Definitely looked like the zombie apocalypse happened here. Kicking the odd piece of whatever was in her way with her foot, Eva gazed around, hoping to find at least one thing she could use. Yet that was easier said than done. So many people had come through the joint already, searching for anything to either use or trade or...whatever. Yet, who could help but hope? She could get lucky. Maybe.IT wasn't too long before she started to hear a sort of shuffling noise. She thought a moment before pulling out the gun she had in the waistband of her jeans, at the small of her back. Better safe than sorry. Maybe it was her spectator. Or maybe it was another fleshy. Hard to tell. Slowly she started to inch towards the staircase that led to the upper levels...and the overhang. Clutching her gun, Eva started up the stairs, pausing every few steps to listen to the noise. As she neared the top of the stairs, the shuffling stopped. Confused, Eva glanced behind herself then nearly fell back down the steps when a resounding clap echoed around her.She looked up to see a rather handsome guy leaning against a railing off to the side, grinning like a complete idiot. Dude must be high or something. That, or he was...special. With a capitol R. That was some show. Is there an encore?" She steadied herself by gripping at the railing and smirked up at the man and took an over dramatic bow. " You think that was good? You should see me when I'm drinking. Waaaay much more entertaining, bro. For cereal." She threw a cocky grin up to the man and ascended the few remaining steps. She came to a stop a few feet in-front of him and mimicked his position, resting her forearms on the railing. As she peered at him, she noticed his eyes were dilated, maybe with the slightest hint of red to them. Yep. Dude was high. Now the question was on what? Cause Eva sure as hell would like to get her hands on whatever it was.Leaning in towards the man, Evalea cocked an eyebrow. " Yo, dude, whatever you're on, you got any left? I could really use it. My head is pounding harder than a sailor on shore leave. Help a sista out?"- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -YODAFIED JEDI OF CAUTION! MADE THIS TEMPLATE.
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Posted: Apr 3 2012, 08:30 AM


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His weight dropped from foot to foot as he traveled down the stairs in what could only be described as absolute swagger - and it was more than his usually strut, it was like his feet were made of lead and the world was vibrating around him. How else was he supposed to keep up with it? Or more importantly, keep up right? If it weren't for that banister to lean his weight into, he was sure he'd have melted onto the floor in a puddle of himself by now. Which, he was sure, would have been a greasy mess all over the stairs - not that this place was clean to begin with. (He'd seen a desk back there that looked like it was inhabited by a small family of rats.)

He gripped at the railing, pulling himself forward and slowly, stepping down another step and, in turn, another step closer to his new companion. Of course, that stupid smile, that one he couldn't've helped if he'd tried, was still smacked across his face, eyes all a twinkle and presenting an overall highly inaccurate image of the man. Oh, if he could have seen himself he'd have put a bullet through his brain, the damned fool. This was no way for any man, least of all him, to act - he was no cuddly, glossy-eyed kitten, goddammit.

At least, not usually.

It was all he could do to sputter out a little laugh, leaning sideways to arch over the railing with his head tipping back. He looked to the ceiling as he pondered the question, perhaps just a moment too long, and rolled his head back to look down at the girl. "Oh, ya mean liike," he trailed off as he dug a hand into his pocket, fishing out the bottle packed to the brim with pills (he'd emptied several bottles into the one), giving the little orange container a wiggle. "This?" Beau held the bottle close enough for her to grab it before pulling it back, straightening himself up just a tad. "What's the magic word, cher?" As if being loaded wasn't bad enough, that damned tongue of his was slipping, and that Cajun accent was dripping from his lips.

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EVALEA PARSONS
Posted: Apr 5 2012, 06:13 AM


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TAGGED: Beau/Venture. WORD COUNT: 497. LYRICS: Bad To The Bone- George Thorogood & the Destroyers. NOTES: HEHEHEHE.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -On the day I was born, the nurses all gathered 'roundAnd they gazed in wide wonder, at the joy they had foundThe head nurse spoke up, and she said leave this one aloneShe could tell right away, that I was bad to the bone.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Evalea regarded the man for a few moments while he was silent, but after a while the midday sun and the stuffy atmosphere of the abandoned hospital became a little too much. Closing her eyes, it didn't really help to block anything out, so she re-opened them, squinting at the man. The man. It was starting to get annoying to just keep calling him that. She needed to find out his name. Soon. That or perhaps she might start to figure out a nickname for him. Either or, Eva wasn't biased.Her eyes snapped to the pill filled bottle that he was currently shaking in-front of her face. Low blow, dude. Low blow. You don't just tease someone like that! Oh he was in for it. She watched as he straightened up and Eva just leaned more heavily on the banister. She placed her head in her hands and started to rub at her temples, trying yet failing to ease her migraine. She had always gotten them so easily, and yet it was just a pure nightmare trying to get rid of one. Tilting her head slightly to the side, she cracked an eye open and smirked at the guy. "That's so recycley of you, I mean why let something go to waste if someone else needs it right . And of course by someone else I mean moi!" She groaned as her voice echoed in her head and she closed her eyes again, rubbing them slightly with her fingertips. It was definitely going to be a long day."What's the magic word, cher?" What's the magic word? What was this guy? Like twelve. Eva shook her head slightly and straightened up, slowly opening her eyes to let the light seep slowly. Turning towards him, she let her hip rest against the railing, ignoring the slight pain it caused. " Seriously dude? We gonna play that game? Can't ya just help a girl out? Cause you do not wanna see me angry. With a migraine. That is a bad combo bro. Nothing good ever comes out of it." As she spoke, an idea came into her head. She grinned evilly at the man before launching herself onto his back, clinging to him. She waited a moment and when the opportunity came, Eva reached out for the bottle, snatching it from his hand.Closing her fist tightly around the container, Evalea grinned and hopped off his back, taking a few steps back. Before he had a chance to snatch the bottle back, Eva popped the lid off and grabbed a few of the pills, immediately recognizing one of them as a percocet. She grinned. Bingo. Replacing the lid, Eva didn't hand the container back to him. Let him work for it like she had to. With a glint in her eyes, she looked at him, and putting on a horribly fake British accent, she spoke. " Please, sir. May I have some beverage?"- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -YODAFIED JEDI OF CAUTION! MADE THIS TEMPLATE.
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Posted: Apr 5 2012, 07:48 AM


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With his legs feeling like jelly and the rest of him feeling like absolutely nothing, he felt light as a feather - which one would probably never know from the way his shoulders slumped forward and his hands at his sides (rather than ever-so-slightly animated, as per usual). Still, he seemed perfectly content - even when whatever the hell her name was leaped into action. We'll admit, he was having a bit of trouble keeping up with the girl. It was the drugs, of course, but it didn't help that she was talking a mile a minute and moving around like a pixie on acid. He just blinked.

He hadn't thought much of dangling the pill bottle in front of her, but she, apparently, had. Apparently she didn't like being taunted with drugs - who'd have figured. Before he knew it, the girl was throwing herself onto his back like some kind of monkey, no doubt fully intent on tearing his hair out, stealing his things, and throwing a handful of shit for good measure, and he hadn't a clue of what he was doing. Quite literally. He'd lost track of where his arms were and, while the girls arms flailed forward in front of his face, he couldn't very well tell which way was up and which was down. Disorientation didn't quite cover it; total what-the-fuckery was a more accurate way of putting it. All he could do was let out a slurred, "All ya had to fuckin' say was PLEASE!" The girl dropped from his back and, like he'd been struck with an arrow, Beau leaned over the railing once again, staring at the ground for a good long moment. The ground. Suddenly he could recall which way was up, North, and most definitely, down. Before the vertigo could get to him, he lurched himself to stand up straight, eyes squeezing shut in the moment it took for the blood to get back to his brain and the world to shift back into balance.

It took him a moment, even a moment longer than it would have taken the simpleton, but he obliged. He didn't like it, but he obliged, feeling particularly docile this afternoon. The feeling didn't sit well with him, but what could he do but enjoy it? He dropped to sit on one of the stairs, where the staircase twisted and where, if they managed to pay any attention at all, they could see attacks coming from both directions. With any luck their common sense would kick in soon enough and they'd get somewhere just a little safer. Beau let his backpack slide from his shoulder, tugging it open to fish the bottle of water from within and hand it forward without so much of a word of his usual contrary attitude. He put on a dopey grin, head rolling back against the wall, "Ya got a name, misstress?" He'd tried to do as she had and dawn a British accent, but even by the standards of a Cockney, it'd've been poor. His Southern accent was far too strong, tongue far too sloppy, and knowledge of the British people far too miniscule for him to have ever had a chance at pulling it off.

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Posted: Apr 5 2012, 10:33 AM


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TAGGED: Beau/Venture. WORD COUNT: 387. LYRICS: Bad To The Bone- George Thorogood & the Destroyers. NOTES: HEHEHEHE.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -On the day I was born, the nurses all gathered 'roundAnd they gazed in wide wonder, at the joy they had foundThe head nurse spoke up, and she said leave this one aloneShe could tell right away, that I was bad to the bone.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Eva grinned and mimicked him, moving to the stairs and sitting beside him. It was a good vantage point too. From their post, the would be able to see an oncoming attack on both sides. A Decent place to relax. Maybe shoot the shit, as the saying went. She watched as he started rifling through his backpack. Hmm. Wonder what he's got stashed in there... Eva mused, trying to discreetly sneak a peek. But before she could make anything out, he withdrew his hand and with it a bottle of water. Grinning, she took the beverage and handed him back his pills. " Thanks, man. I really just thought you;'d like throw a punch at me and tell me to bugger off...most people do. Brownie points to you, broski."Unscrewing the cap, Eva popped one of the percocets she'd taken into her mouth and took a long drink of the luke warm water. She felt the pill slowly but surely start its decent down her throat and she grimaced at the feeling. Normally, she resisted taking pain medication but for some reason her migraine was pounding throughout her head. She took another sip of the water before putting the cap back on. Not sure whether she should keep it or not, Eva held the bottle back out to him as she answered his question."Ya got a name, mistress?"" Of course I do. Doesn't everyone. The names Evalea. Yeah, I know, it's a mouthful. You can just call me Eva, or Ev, heck you could even get away with calling me Lea. Wait. Never mind. If you're gonna shorten my name, Call me either Eva or Ev. What about you?" Eva was honestly shocked the man didn't just roll his eyes at her and tell her to fuck off. Most people did. Once she came to the conclusion that she liked a person, Eva was like cancer. Incurable cancer. No way to get rid of her until you're dead. Yep.Evalea held out her one free hand to the dude. " Hey, I know I'm drop dead sexy, but it is rude to stare, dude. Got a name or should I just call you Muffin? Or butter cup? Or even Puddin'. Yeah. I like that one. Puddin'."- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -YODAFIED JEDI OF CAUTION! MADE THIS TEMPLATE.
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Posted: Apr 5 2012, 11:17 AM


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He leaned his weight back into the wall, head rolling back as he looked to the girl with his eyes half lidded, an eyebrow just slightly cocked. A noise slipped out, half between a snicker and a sneer at what it was she had to say. "Well, I've hit a lotta people," he shrugged a shoulder lazily, "But let's get one thing straight: only pussies hit bitches." His boots distracted him for just a moment and a half before he perked up just slightly, adding a quick, "No offence'r nothin' though." Brace yourself, for a rare sight: a smile. It was small, and it was barely there, but it was a smile alright, and it was genuine. It seemed like the end of the world might be coming for a second time.

Despite all better judgment he watched out of the corner of his eye as she popped the pill into her mouth, paying special attention to her throat as she swallowed down the oversized pill with an impish grin to follow. What? Even men like Beau had a weakness or two (and maybe a few more vices than he could count). He grabbed for the bottle greedily, taking a swig to clear his mouth and that damned dryness in his throat, and if it could do anything, his head.

What was a better pallet cleanser? Incessant talking. She seemed to do a hell of a lot of it, and that probably wouldn't change in another few minutes when that pill kicked in. He recapped the bottle silently as she paused, taking his time and hardly realizing she'd started up again. Oh, mercy, was she on nicknames already? "Hey, you were starin' plenty yerself, lady! Don't think I didn't see alla that." He flicked a hand towards her, ignoring the hand she'd stuck out to shake, for no reason than that he'd never been much of a hand shaker - which anyone could probably have guessed by now. His eyes rolled in his head, this time rather playfully, with another soft scoff. He rubbed at the tattoo marking his collar bone from where it peeked out under his shirt. "Puddin'? Christ... That almost makes mine sound half decent." Let's just put this bluntly: he hated having to hear himself say his own name. So he spat it out rather quickly. "Beau."

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Normally he'd have cared about what a complete and utter moron he was being, what with letting his defenses and all - and we don't mean with the zombies. Zombies he could handle, but people were another thing entirely, and Beau had developed a method of keeping them out. He was gruff, rude, rarely smiled unless it was their expense (we believe the German word for it is schadenfraude, happiness at the misfortune of others), because that's what it took to get people to leave him alone. He didn't crack smiles, genuine ones anyway, at peoples jokes and he usually found one reason or another to be annoyed, angry, miffed, or just hate someone entirely. It was easier that way, really, and even though the haze of the percocet, this was what Beau kept telling himself. You don't make friends.

At least, he hadn't before, but he found that he was rather enjoying himself, at least presently - though it probably had more to do with the drugs and less to do with Eva. He was caring less and less about what he would have or should have done, instead giving in to whatever happened. He rolled his eyes playfully, snorting on a quiet laugh as his head dropped back against the wall. "Okay, okay I get it - ya don't have to beg." He cocked an eyebrow, "Unless yer into that." Clearly taken aback by the comment, he stopped to look down to his hand, wondering what in the hell it had done wrong.

"So? I don't give a fuck about eddicate." Nor pronunciation, apparently. He shook his head to and fro, finding it rather difficult to stop the motion. "I ain't afraid'a germs! That's like being afraid of cooties and the boogie man and the monster that slept in the liquor cabinet!" He didn't seem to think there was anything odd about growing up with stories about monsters that slept in liquor cabinets. "I just don't like shakin' hands." It was plain and matter of fact because, really, he didn't see what logic there was to be had in it.

His brows furrowed together at the word, hand dropping from the ink at his collar. Cute. "It is not." Well, that answers that question. "'Course I hate it - people go throwin' around words like cute and precious - I ain't cute goddammit! 'Sides, I didn't pick it, why the hell would I like it?"

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