Handful of Dust Submit Convos Paras Personal
The name's Sidney Parker and I'm 31. I remember everything about the world before all of this. I'm living in hell and it scares me out of my mind. No matter what though, I'll keep one foot in front of the other.
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i-am-evander:

[Evander shook his head.] I mean. I guess. But I don’t want to wait. [He shifted in place some.] I want to sleep tonight.

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How about you sleep for the night. [He makes a simple suggestion.] Then we can head out in the morning.

i-am-evander:

[Evander nodded, grateful Sid had remembered.] Sort of. Only, I’m not playing with chance anymore. I was messing with the soil here earlier and it’s pretty rich. If those earth guys made a wall, it should be easy to turn it into something more solid.

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[Sid wonders what that means. Wasn’t solid earth solid enough? Still, he knows how much this probably means to him, so he’ll tag along until he thinks otherwise. But he can’t quite help thinking of opposing it too.] All the way out there? Shouldn’t we wait until it were lighter out?

i-am-evander:

[Evander sucks his bottom lip into his mouth when Sidney comes up next to him, but keeping his determined expression.] I think it depends on what your definition of stupid is. I’m just trying to help. I promise.

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[Sid just stares at him with a blank expression. He wasn’t calling Evander stupid, or what he plans on doing. People do things that are just stupid. He remembers their conversation back at the White House.] Does this have to do with your fence idea?

i-am-evander:

[Evander’s grip on his backpack was tight as he walked across the mess hall, his usual dopey face now hard and distant. He surveyed everyone currently inside before deflating some. Wes wasn’t there.]

I need someone to come with me, please.

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[Sid can’t believe what he’s hearing coming from the teen’s mouth. Had he not heard the speech Kris had given? He heads over and walks beside Evander to make sure he won’t get in trouble.] You’re not doing anything stupid, are you?

h0pej0rdan:

[She smiles and pulls the can towards her before cutting into the top of it with her knife. She had been hungry when she’d picked it up and now she’s starving] That’s good to hear.

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[Sid leans forward, resting one arm on the table and the other holding his face. He feels much more better and less worried than he did the day before.] I was wondering if you were going to eat that. How long have you been sleeping here?

h0pej0rdan:

Ah. [She ducks her head to show that she understands then leans her elbows against the table so that she’s facing him directly] You were going to try waking me before crying murder, right?

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Uh. [Of course he would of, if he thought of it. Not saying anything about almost forgetting to do that and crying wolf wouldn’t be good right now.] Yeah. I would of poked you on the shoulder or something.

h0pej0rdan:

[She smirks and stretches, trying to loosen her heavy limbs. Her back is sore from sleeping at a strange angle, but she feels better after who knows how many hours sleep] I don’t think they would’ve answered.

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[He laughs and takes the seat across from her, eyes looking from the can of fruit and back to her.] Well, I was kind of thinking Omar and Rose were our 9-1-1, so I hope they would answer.

h0pej0rdan:

[Hope wakes up feeling disorientated, her face is pressed against the table in front of her and she doesn’t remember how she got there.The last thing she remembers is sitting down to eat, and when she looks up the can of pineapple she’d chosen is still on the desk in front of her, unopened and uneaten. It’s only when she looks up that she becomes aware of the person watching her. She pushes her hair out of her face and turns to look at them. She still feels groggy and her voice cracks with disuse when she speaks] Hey.

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[Sid froze in place when he saw a woman face down on the table, a can of pineapple undisturbed. If it weren’t for her body raising and falling as she sleeps, he would of ran off to get Omar or Rose. Then she’s sitting up and he smiles seeing that it’s Hope.] Hey. I thought I was going to have to call 9-1-1.

anais-beauchene:

[Anais keeps herself from frowning at the man’s answer and she moves to sit down on the table across from him because this might not be any quick chat. Of course if the man ends up wanting her to leave she’ll go, but until then she’ll stay as long as she’s needed.] No, I do not. I feel like listening to you. [She says, and she doesn’t know the man, but she’s sure that if he’s made it this long he’s not a weakling.] What is on your mind?

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[Countless times, he’d been told over and over that he’s not weak, but it’s so hard to rid one of those thoughts when they think it about themselves and are told it by others. There are times when he begins to see himself much stronger than he perceives himself to be, but then he’s knocked down by the words of others.] That I’ll be killed if whoever did this comes back.

anais-beauchene:

[Instead of walking around the mess hall and clearing the last of the gore Anais could be helping those who were burying bodies, she could, but she wouldn’t. She felt a greater need to help those inside, the ones that might be sitting around because all of this was a little too much to handle. She was smart enough to realize there was a great possibility that it was humans who caused all this, because had it been other undead then surely these bodies would not be lifeless. And all this gruesome scenery could easily have her in a corner remembering what happened to her group, but she’s keeping it together for anyone else here who’s going through a hard time. She walking by as she sees the man cover his face and sigh and she has to stop.] Do you feel like talking?

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[He frees his face from the cover it’s hidden behind and stares up at the woman, rubbing his temples. Sid really wasn’t in the mood to talk, he rather be left to the scenarios he’s envisioning of his death. One involves a head shot, another where he’s beaten to death, and one where he’s forced to take his own life. But this woman was kind enough to stop and see if he needed comfort, so he couldn’t give her the could shoulder.] Do you feel like listening to a weakling?