The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy)
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				Title: <strong>The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 04:03:55</strong>
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				Logan Kinsley was pretty sure it had been nearly a month since he had left his truck on the road and entered the wilderness. He had been keeping track in a notebook, writing something down each morning. At first he would fill a page with questions and observations of what he saw. After a few weeks he would simple write the date and follow the date with a simple phrase "still alive." With each day his script was shakier until one morning his shaky hand broke his last pen and he had thrown the journal into the expanse of ash covered forest. Since then it had been four or five days. It scared Logan that he couldn't be certain. <br><br>Every time that he slept he would dream of fire in the sky. Some nights he would dream of the streaks of red that he saw racing overhead as he drove down a country highway. Then the earth would shake and even though in reality it had taken a while for the sky to turn gray, in his dreams the ash would come right after. The worse nights were when he would dream of Portland. He had heard stories from people who had been there or at least claimed they had been. Fire had rained from the sky in the city bringing down people, cars and buildings. Then the sky had opened up, and an explosion had filled the skyline with destruction. Every time he dreamed he would wake up in a cold sweat often holding back a scream. It was not safe to scream. <br><br>It was around the time his pen had broke that he had seen the last people. He had been following a stream southward when he had come to an old metal bridge. It was a railroad that offered a more direct path south so he had taken it. He had found a small town mostly abandoned. Almost everyone was dead and dying. There were survivors, some children and a woman, that had looked near death. Logan had not made his presence known. He continued south and tried not to see those kids faces when he dreamed. <br><br>The railroad had ended with a broken bridge. He was pretty sure he knew what river he had reached and was following it as best he could. A storm had hit soon after covering the earth in gray snow, making traveling harder and harder. Food was scarce in the snow and finding dry wood was also becoming harder to find. Every time he reached a new valley he hoped that the gray slush would break. By the time he had found a valley that was more green than gray, he was out of food and his body was shaken by cold. He was too weak to hunt but in the distance he could see buildings. His only hope was that he could find shelter and some nourishment to keep him going. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 17:59:21</strong>
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				Ryan Beaumont had been holed up in the firehouse for a little over a month now, if he had been keeping track of the days correctly. There was no radio, no TV, no internet... not that Ryan couldn't live without it, but it was difficult to keep track of the days when the sunrises and sunsets were difficult to distinguish due to the clouds of ash that covered the sky. He had been crossing off the days on the calendar in the Fire Chief's office each time it had gotten darker than normal outside. 35 days... 35 days since the Hell on Earth had started.<br><br>It had come without warning. Ryan wasn't a scientist or anything - just a simple firefighter - but even he guessed that when the fireballs streaked across the sky, it had something to do with meteors or asteroids. There was nothing on Earth, to his limited knowledge, that could explain it. After the ground had shook, like there had been an impact, Ryan had grabbed all the food and water he could carry and fled down into the basement of his small house. There had been a bombardment, and faintly he could hear screams.. at some point he had been knocked against the workbench he had down in the basement, where he made small wooden toys for the kids of his neighborhood, and had lost consciousness.<br><br>When he came around, it was night, and it was silent. Ryan had tried the door upstairs into his house first, but found it blocked by debris. He had been forced to go out through the hatch into the backyard, which took a little bit of work to get open, and when he finally opened it... he had immediately closed it. Most of the town was in shambles, and from the door, he could see the dead bodies. It looked like nobody had survived... Ryan had spent a half-panicked night in his basement before braving the wrecked landscape the next morning, carrying all his supplies to the firehouse where he worked. It was a mostly concrete structure, which would protect him from the fires that were still burning, and he knew that he'd be able to find enough water to last him a while, at least until he figured out what to do.<br><br>He had sat there for over a month, making no plans that would get him somewhere better, watching his food and water supplies dwindle. The supermarket next door had somehow survived, which was how he was getting most of his food, but there had been other survivors of the initial firestorm that had taken all they could carry and left, heading south. Ryan thought he should do the same, but every time he thought of it, he'd hit a new level of despair - he had no skills that could help him survive. It was almost better for him to hole up inside and waste away here...<br><br>He had ventured out into the cold that evening to shift the remainder of the supplies from the market to the firehouse. It could last him another month, but he didn't have enough water left to last that long... and he knew that it was thirst that killed you faster than hunger. He was crossing the broken sidewalk when he spotted someone picking their way through the remnants of the town, and stopped. This was the first person he had seen in three weeks... excitement bubbled in him. Maybe he'd have a chance now!<br><br>"Hey!" he called out, waving an arm to get the figure's attention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 23:18:25</strong>
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				Logan staggered and stumbled down the gentle slope of forest covered hill that lead into the town. He tried to be careful as he walked, it would not help to break his leg. On the way down he would bump into a tree on occasion, he could tell that his coordination was not good. He realized he was laughing as he reached the bottom and he could not tell why. The edges of his vision were starting to blur. Logan knew that his body was not in a good place. He needed sanctuary. Some place dry, warm and with supplies. <br><br>The town that lay in ruins before him did not look as if it had any sanctuary of any sort. It must have been hit directly like Portland and some other ruins he had found. A few structures of stone and concrete stood in a maze made by the remains of what use to be a community. The bodies of the fallen mingled with the fallen structures that use to be homes, stores and churches. Fire had ravaged this place a while back and it did not appear as if he would find the supplies he needed. <br><br>He started to wander down one of the main roads of the town walking among the blackened frames of buildings. He looked through the ash and bone halfheartedly. His feet were pushed forward by a drive to survive but his soul was not in it. The fight was mostly out of him now, he was a man going through the motions. When he was spotted by Ryan, Logan hardly heard him. Ryan's voice was distant in Logan's foggy mind. <br><br>Logan had the appearance of a kid that had started backpacking through Europe and walked through a war zone. His expensive outdoor jacket was torn in a few places and the rest of his winter gear was worn as well. He carried a large backpack that was filled with useful items that acted more as a burden currently, causing the young man to lean to the left. He had had another bag that he lost sometime in the storm that had nearly taken his life. <br><br>The young man circled around trying to fight confusion and discovered where the voice had come from. He hoped against hope that he was not loosing his mind. Logan was most proud of his mind and had prayed to any higher power that was left to take his life before his mind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 23:51:03</strong>
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				As Ryan and the figure approached one another - Ryan at a brisk walk, as fast as he dared considering the debris on the ground, the young man at a much slower pace - the firefighter noticed that the kid didn't seem to be in good shape. He was obviously from a well-off family - his unnecessarily expensive outdoor gear indicated that - but he was still in bad shape. He started to walk a little faster, instinctively wanting to save the kid because if he had managed since the initial strikes, maybe they could get along together somehow... assuming he made it, of course.<br><br>It wasn't too long before he was in arm's reach of the kid, and once he was there, Ryan grabbed him. Not hard, not with obvious intentions of doing harm, but firmly enough that the kid wouldn't likely escape him, and firmly enough to support him along, since he was wavering on his feet. Kid "captured", Ryan reached over and tugged at the bag, finding it heavier than expected and taking the burden from the younger man.<br><br>"Come on, kid," the 29-year-old firefighter said quietly, starting back towards the firehouse. "Let's get you inside..." It seemed strange to think about setting a fire in the firehouse, but it would be the best way to warm his new companion up, long enough for him to dart over to the supermarket and haul the rest of the food items back to the firehouse. Maybe he didn't know about survival out in the world, but he certainly knew how to take care of someone who was probably in a bit of shock, probably dehydrated, and definitely hungry and cold.<br><br>He may or may not be hypothermic, but Ryan had no way of finding that out until he managed to procure the supplies that they needed and get the kid out of his clothes to properly warm him up. One of the good things about the firehouse was that it had plenty of mattresses and plenty of blankets, and plenty of paper to use as kindling. After all, nobody needed the paperwork anymore... there was nobody there to read it.<br><br>It didn't take too long for Ryan to get the young man settled on one of the mattresses and to get a small fire going under his makeshift chimney (air ducts already transferred air around the building - why not use them to shift smoke outside?). He grabbed a blanket and draped it about the young man's shoulders, and left his bag of stuff within his reach.<br><br>"I'll be right back," he said, before hurrying back to the market and grabbing the remainder of the food, which was actually only enough to last him maybe two weeks, if he used it sparingly. Maybe it was time to start thinking about getting out of there... But he could think later, after he had gotten his "guest" into a better situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 15:06:44</strong>
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				What a pleasant surprise it was not to loose his mind and if he was lucky he might get to keep his life for a little bit longer. It is strange how small victories seem so much larger when things had gone so bad. He had no idea what kind of shape this man was in but for now he would rejoice in the illusion of safety. He laughed a little bit as the man grabbed him. He did not resist being lead away. Why would he? <br><br>It was a short journey to the firehouse. He had seen the building in the distance and had planned to try to make it there, if he could. The going was considerably easier with the help of this man. His conscience held on for their trek to the firehouse, it felt to Logan as if he was floating there or being carried. In those brief moments Ryan was larger than life, he was like something out of the movies. <br><br>When they entered the building Logan saw that they were indeed in a firestation and that seemed to only add to the dream like quality of his experience. He had gone on a tour of a firestation when he was a child and loved it. This was before he had become jaded and would claim to care little for a profession that seemed simple to him. He was too worn out to be jaded, instead he mumbled "cool...a firestation." as he was being laid into the bed. <br><br>He slept then but only briefly. For the first time since the fire streaked the sky he did not dream. Most likely he only slept for about an hour but it was a hard sleep. When he woke he was covered in blankets and could not remember how he had gotten here. His hand reached down to his side to make sure his knife was still with him. During the last month there had been moments where strangers were not kind to him and he wanted to be ready this time in case he was waking up to trouble. With his hand on the knife he sat up a bit and looked around.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 18:32:50</strong>
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				When Ryan returned from procuring supplies (he had managed to find some first aid supplies in the office, which he added to his haul and were handy just in case), he found his new guest sound asleep. Quickly and carefully, so not to wake the young man up, he maneuvered him out of his damp clothes. The firefighter was relieved to find that the other man looked relatively unharmed, if a little pale and on the skinny side, so he found a pair of dry pants and slid him into those before piling the blankets on him. He left the knife he had found in the young man's pocket next to him, just in case he wanted it when he woke.<br><br>He doubted it would be to attack Ryan, but just to be safe, he grabbed one of the fire axes and brought it back to the room with him and kept it in reach as he sorted through the cans and boxes of food he had managed to find. It was mostly canned goods, but it would do. Tasted fine once they were cooked, although he did miss having fresh meat in his diet. He had dropped a few pounds himself since everything happened, but that was the way of things.<br><br>When the young man sat up, Ryan looked up from cooking a few cans of the food and nodded at him. He noticed that one of the young man's hands stayed under the mound of blankets, probably on his knife, but didn't comment on it. Best not to.<br><br>"Good," he said when the young man settled eyes on him. "Glad to see that you're awake." He stirred the contents of one of the cans - beans - then pulled it carefully off the grate he had been using to cook things. "Here." He offered the can to the young man once he knew the bottom had cooled a little bit. "Have something to eat. It's not much, but you're welcome to it. You look like you could use it, anyways..." He tried a smile. "I'm Ryan."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 15:38:36</strong>
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				Logan was indeed in a firestation. As memory of the last couple hours flooded into him along with the details of his surroundings he was glad that his rescue had not been some dream. His eyes darted to his bag that appeared to be undisturbed. There were supplies out all over the place but none of them came from his bag. The bag was all Logan had of value. Inside was a small travel tent, various survival tools, rope and a travel water filtration device. The water filtration did not get the full job done, you have to boil everything after it goes through the filter but it was the best anyone could hope for now. If this guy was going to rob him he would have done so and he would be most likely dead.<br><br>He eased his hand off the knife and noticed he was wearing different clothes. He struggled to figure out how this was possible, his head still foggy. The other man's voice was distant at first, like it had been outside but when Logan focused he could see the man was right there. He was offering him food and telling him his name. <br><br>Logan was able to mutter his name before he grabbed the beans and started to eat. They were crap beans, the kind that people less fortunate than he would eat, and they tasted amazing. They were salty and in this new world salt had become something that Logan craved greatly. Any time he found a bag of chips he would tear it open, stop where he was at and get lost in the flavor. He rationed everything but the chips. <br><br>After he finished the beans he looked up while wiping his mouth. "thanks," he said sitting up a little more. He was getting his head back now that he had some food in him. The room looked less like something out of his dreams. It was obvious that this man had made shelter here after things fell apart. He had a small amount of food left and other supplies. He had done better than most, but Logan could tell he would not survive another month. Logan ran his fingers through his redish brown hair and tried not to think about things to much. His thoughts were getting muddled. <br><br>He tried to sit up more and the room tilted around him. He cursed to himself and eased back down. This guy might be dead meat in a month but for now Logan needed him. He was getting stronger every moment but he would need to rest a few days before he could continue his trek south. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 17:58:50</strong>
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				Ryan watched as the young man looked around and tried to figure out where he was. It really didn't surprise him that the young man seemed disoriented - after all, he had been pretty out of it when the firefighter had first found him and brought him inside. At least now he seemed conscious enough to sit up and potentially speak, but Ryan had little doubt that it would take him a while to get back on his feet and moving again. Hopefully he'd be willing to take Ryan along, since this wasn't really the place he wanted to die and be entombed in. The thought made him shiver unpleasantly.<br><br>The kid seemed to need a moment to focus on his voice and register that there was food, but once he did, he all but snatched the can of beans up and ate them like he hadn't eaten for days, although Ryan wouldn't be surprised to find out that he hadn't. It was difficult to find food really anywhere - he had just managed to get lucky to find out that two of the buildings still standing were the firehouse and the supermarket next door, and also lucky to find that the supermarket next door still had supplies in it. There hadn't been too many people passing through this valley - probably because the town was essentially ruined and most people couldn't make out what structures were still standing from the top of the ridge, and didn't want to take the effort to find out.<br><br>The firefighter made out that the kid's name was Logan, which was the only word that he said until he was done eating, when the older man got a 'thanks' while the kid wiped his mouth. He took the empty can from the kid and set it aside until later, when he'd toss it in the basement with the rest of the empties, since there really was nowhere else to dispose of the waste. As he picked up his own can of beans, Logan swore quietly and eased himself back down onto the mattress.<br><br>"Take it easy," he cautioned as he started to eat his own food. "You really look like you could use a rest." He fell silent as he concentrated on his can of food, and set it aside once he was done before getting up and going to one of the jugs of water he had set in another part of the room. Quietly, Ryan poured water into a pair of water bottles and returned to Logan, offering the kid one of them.<br><br>"Where are you headed?" he asked, moving back to his previous spot by the fire, close enough that they could still converse, but far enough away that Logan didn't feel like he was being crowded or hovered over. Most guys hated that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 01:50:11</strong>
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				It was true Logan could use the rest. His vision was still kind of blurry and his body was sore. Chances are he was sick, but if he was lucky it was just some minor bug. He prayed he could keep his food down and that thoughts would soon become easier to form. He hated the way ideas were getting jumbled in his brain and hoped in desperation for clarity soon. <br><br>As the man named Ryan ate in silence, Logan battled sleep. He did not want to dream. To be inside and dry was enough of a dream for him and soon enough he was rewarded for staying up. Ryan had bottled water and he was offering one to him. For weeks he had been living off river water that he had to put through a filter and heat up. The idea of just drinking from a bottle seems alien to him. The water taste almost as good as those beans had. <br><br>Ryan asked where he was going and Logan had to take a moment to remember his quest. When he noticed the climate change and how the forest around him was turning too dark, he had planned to travel south. He had maps in his bag, but the way was slow going. There had been roadblocks along the way and now he was chasing the dark. <br><br>Logan finds his voice is rough when he talks. "I am heading south. As far south as I can go. This place is getting worse every day and who knows...how bad it is going to get. The equator is the safest place now." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 12:58:14</strong>
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				Ryan nodded when Logan told him he was heading south. The kid had a point - this place was starting to go to shit, and he realized that he probably should have left a long time ago, back when he had more food. The problem with that was he didn't know how to survive away from civilization - he could get along just fine as long as there were some semblances of modern conveniences and comforts left. Leaving... leaving was a scary thought. His future was even more uncertain out in the world than it was here. At least here, he knew that he was going to die once he ran out of water. Out there... out there he could die a number of different ways.<br><br>"Looking for some kind of traveling partner?" the firefighter asked quietly. "I honestly don't know too much of anything about camping and living outside, but I'd be more than willing to pull my own weight around and do what needs to be done... and learn what needs to be done." Maybe it wasn't enough draw, and maybe this was a conversation to save for when Logan was feeling better, but he wanted to get the thoughts out there.<br><br>"Never mind," he said after a moment, sighing. "You're sick and tired and cold... you should be resting, not thinking about what you're going to do with a dead weight like me..." Shaking his head, he stoked the fire and hoped that it would last the night, since the nights were getting colder. If there was one thing he did know, at least, it was that sharing body heat was a good idea. "It's getting cold at night... would you mind if I crawled in bed with you so we could share the blankets?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 18:47:37</strong>
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				The idea of traveling with another person was a sound one, Logan knew this. He had already come up against hostile people out there in this new world and each time he came up on the loosing end of the confrontation. Ryan was a solid looking man and one that could keep Logan safer. Still, the idea of traveling with someone scared Logan. He was not good with people. In college he had had two room mates request a transfer in the two years time. Also what if this guy did end up being dead weight. Would he expect Logan to sacrifice his well being to keep him safe, because Logan had never done that for another person. <br><br>He wanted to tell Ryan a resounding hell no, but he knew that was not wise. Logan was sick, he could feel it in his bones and for the next couple days he would need Ryan's help to survive. For now he took the offer to "never mind" even though his mind raced thinking about what he was going to do. He had been distracted with these thoughts when Ryan asked about sleeping in the same bed. He looked at him oddly and asked him to repeat the question. <br><br>When Ryan repeated himself Logan looked around and saw that there were not really any more blankets in the room. Layers of blankets were on him leaving nothing else. He was not cruel my nature and could not let Ryan sleep without blankets. Shivers still went though his body and he knew he could not spare any possible warmth. He let out a soft sigh. "Okay fine...but no funny business, right?" Logan said. He had kissed a guy once in college, it was a pleasant experiment but not one he wanted to relive right at the moment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 20:09:58</strong>
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				Ryan waited while Logan considered the question (after having repeated himself so the kid could understand what he had asked, since looked so ridiculously out of it). Traveling with the young man still flitted about his head almost like a butterfly, but he didn't try to catch the thoughts or pursue them to their ends, since he wasn't sure he'd like what he found there. If Logan said no, he'd likely die alone in that firehouse and that scared him. If he said yes and Ryan couldn't pull his own weight... he couldn't even finish thinking that part of the thought, let alone what the consequences could be. It was just too much for him.<br><br>They'd probably have a discussion about that, if Logan decided that it was worth the effort to teach someone else how to survive out in the world, so he was pretty sure that those types of thoughts could wait. He wouldn't mind if that discussion waited a long time, actually, since death... death wasn't a nice thing to think about. It never had been, even though it was never far from Ryan's mind, considering he constantly put himself in harm's way and could die at any call...<br><br>He shook his head and straightened up the living space in the passing of time, glancing over at Logan when the kid finally said that he could sleep with him, as long as there was no funny business. He nodded and finished what he was doing before scooting over to the bed. "No funny business," he agreed as he quickly divested himself of his jackets and sweatshirts and sliding under the blankets with Logan. He made a sort of pillow out of his outer layers, then shifted until he could drape an arm over the younger man's torso, pulling him closer in an effort to stop his shivering. "Is this okay with you?"<br><br>Ryan would admit, Logan was an attractive young man, close enough to his type that he hoped the younger man was interested in guys, but he wouldn't push the issue. Not now, at least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 14:30:53</strong>
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				Logan watched Ryan take off his layers of clothes and found that it had a hypnotic quality to it, in fact almost everything had that quality to it. The edges of what he could see were getting fuzzy and his body felt heavy. He turned over with the thought of sleep and is fast asleep by the time his body swings around. He does not protest Ryan being so close. Already asleep he responds to the body as a source of warmth moving in closer to him. <br><br>His dreams were no less dark that night but his body was so worn out her did not startle awake. He passed through the scenes of terror in the same fog that his last waking moments had been like. He could feel the fear as he saw fire in the sky and walked over bodies but it did not take hold of him as it had before. <br><br>When he woke up he would not remember this experience with the greatest of clarity but a prevailing feeling of hope would stay with him. He does not startled at the feeling of another man pressed against him but simply closes his eyes again. For the moment he does not fear sleep. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 16:04:33</strong>
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				Logan rolled over as Ryan slid under the blankets with him, and seemed to be asleep before the firefighter had really even settled into place. He propped himself up for a moment to look at the younger man, then settled back down. Looked like he really was wiped out, so it was definitely best to just let him sleep. Gently rolling Logan partially onto his front, Ryan essentially spooned him, and was pleased to find that his body heat seemed to do the trick and stop Logan's shivering.<br><br>He dreamed a little too, about the same events that Logan was, although unintentionally. He saw the streaks of fire in the sky, only now... he didn't panic about it. He hadn't panicked about it for nearly two weeks, since the monotony of the days and the terror of the nights had just worn him out emotionally. It was better not to react.<br><br>His dreams shifted at some point during the night, turning more romantic, more pleasant, more relaxing. He wouldn't remember details when he woke up, but he woke up refreshed, although a little disoriented to find that there was, in fact, someone in his bed with him. He blinked a few times, then sat up carefully so he wouldn't disturb Logan, piling his outer layers on again so he could get the fire going and start making them some sort of breakfast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 16:40:43</strong>
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				Logan had no idea how long he had slept and what of the last twenty four hours had been dreams. He woke up in a bed that felt slightly familiar to him now. The room was dim, filled with hazy light and the scent of smoke. He could hear a small fire going and for the first time in recent memory he felt warm. Of course perhaps this was a dream as well. He might be dying in the ruins of some burned out building, but Logan though that if he dreamed up some place in the last moments of his life he would have picked someplace before the fall. <br><br>His body was stiff and ached as if he had been in a brawl. As he sat up in the bed the room came more into focus. His vision was less fuzzy and his thoughts were more clear, but he was so weak. Even sitting up had been hard work. The man who had saved him had not been a dream either. He was sitting over the fire working on a meal. The reality of his situation started to sink in. He had had survived the storm, he was sure of it now. What's more he had found a small refuge from the wilderness. He could resupply from here and keep going to live another day. <br><br>For now though he needed to simply find a bathroom. He stood up slowly and put one hand against the wall to steady himself. What had been his saviors name....Randy or something. Logan's mind was still fuzzy around the edges. "umm hey, where is the bathroom?" he said as he tried standing up on his own. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 18:16:00</strong>
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				Ryan was working on some pancakes over the grill on the fire. Probably not the most nutritious of breakfasts, he would admit, but it was tasty and they seemed to last him a while. Maybe he was slowly adapting to not having a lot of food at his disposal, finally. Whatever the case, he was putting a few of the pancakes onto a plate he had managed to scrounge up when he caught Logan sitting up out of the corner of his eye. He lifted the pan off the stove and turned to look at the kid, just to make sure he seemed in reasonably good shape this morning.<br><br>He seemed stiff and sore, but steady enough to stand up. The firefighter had been prepared to get up and give him a hand, but it didn't look like he needed it once he got his feet under him. Still, best to keep an eye on him. "Bathroom's down the hall, third door on the left." Of course, the plumbing hadn't worked in a while, but even he had enough sense to settle in the room farthest away from the bathroom just to keep the bacteria away from his food supplies. Or as far away as he possibly could. "You going to make it okay?"<br><br>Logan still looked a little wobbly, after all, and it was a bit cold outside of the room. He moved the cooking supplies out of the way and got up, rooting through the pile of clothing he had scrounged up from the nearby homes and the like just in case he needed something else warm. "Put a shirt on before you head that way, at least. It's cold out there." He pulled something that was too small for him out of the pile and handed it to Logan. It might be too big for him, but at least it was something to keep him covered, for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 20:57:50</strong>
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				Logan was well enough to find it annoying to be told to put on a shirt but lacked the strength to protest. He sort of grumbled as took the shirt and put it on. Words were still not easy for him so once he got the shirt on he just headed for the bathroom. It was amazing how tiring walking was. By the time he had reached the bathroom he was light headed, and on his way back he had to lean against the wall to take a break. As he stood there he looked out a nearby window. <br><br>It was lighter out today, meaning no storm system was looming. Days like this were becoming few and far between. Logan hated how tired he was. This could have been a good day to travel. The view from the window was of ruin and once he was strong enough he headed back to the fire and bed. He had hoped to stay out a bed a little bit but was too tired. <br><br>"This sucks," he said mostly to himself as he went back to bed. He sat up as much as he could and looked at the fire. "How much water do you have?" he asked noticing when he went to the bathroom that he was still not getting enough fluids. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 21:58:50</strong>
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				Ryan kept an eye on Logan as the young man headed down the hall towards the bathroom. He didn't want to seem like he was hovering, but he did want to make sure that the kid didn't collapse and hurt himself in the process. That would be extremely bad luck for both of them, since it could likely mean that Logan was stuck in bed for longer while the supplies Ryan had dwindled between them. He shook his head and turned his attention to the rest of the pancakes while Logan was in the bathroom, piling them on the plate and laying a bowl over them to keep them warm.<br><br>He picked up the plate of pancakes when Logan was settled back in bed and brought them over, setting them nearby before going to fill up a pair of water bottles for them from his supply of water. He handed one to Logan and sat carefully on the edge of the mattress before picking up the food again and pulling the cover off.<br><br>"For two people, probably enough to last about a week and a half," Ryan said when Logan asked about the state of his water supplies. He served himself two pancakes and left the rest on the plate for the young man to eat if he was interested. "I don't know how much you remember from last night, but I did ask you about going with you once you're ready to travel again. I don't want to die here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 21:45:55</strong>
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				Logan let out a sign. He had hoped for a little time to make a decision about Ryan. He had only remembered his request while he staggered to the bathroom. Logan had pushed it out of his mind for the moment not knowing what to do. He didn't know Ryan well enough to know if he wanted to depend on him, but he also didn't know the man well enough to know what he would do with a flat out rejection. He was stuck and as he reached for a pancake he grumbled. <br><br>"Yeah I remember," he said eating a bite of pancake and trying his best to focus on his situation. If he went along with having Ryan as a partner he would have access to his supplies. If things worked out he would have a solid partner to help get him south, perhaps he would travel faster and he would not have to sleep with one eye open. If things did not work out he could always ditch Ryan. <br><br>"Fine, listen," Logan said after finishing his bite of food. "We can travel together, but I want to be in charge of the maps. I just can't go marching off if I don't know its the best path. I am going to need to rest for a least another day or two, but then we can go. Head south." he took another bite of the pancake. At least his new partner could cook over a fire. That was a skill few people had anymore. "I have a small water filter...we can make more clean water for ourselves before we go."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 22:08:17</strong>
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				Ryan really didn't want to push Logan into making a decision regarding going south with a companion, but at the same time, he couldn't stand waiting for an answer regarding whether or not he was going to die here or have the chance of making it to some form of civilization. Letting his life hang in the balance, to use a sorry old cliche, was not a comfortable thing for Ryan to do, particularly when he had the time to think about what that would mean. When he had gone off to fight fires, he had no time to think about how he was putting himself in danger... there was only time to go out and do his job and save people, and then to be scared about it later.<br><br>He worked on his pancakes in silence, trying to keep from staring at Logan while the kid seemed to turn the issue over in his head. It wasn't particularly polite, and besides, if he had been in Logan's place, he wouldn't have wanted his potential companion staring at him, either.<br><br>A small smile crossed Ryan's face when Logan said that he could go along, with one condition - that he be the one holding the maps. Ryan was perfectly fine with that - he'd never been too good at reading maps. He could do well enough when there were landmarks, but considering that most of those landmarks were probably destroyed, it wouldn't help him now. "Alright," he said quietly with a nod. "We'll wait until you're up to traveling. Means I can see if there's anything still around town that we might be able to use." Clothing, matches, maybe another water filter, some more water bottles... all of that came to mind.<br><br>Maybe he was useless at surviving on his own, but at least Logan could tell him what they could use and what was essentially trash to them in terms of what was lying around here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 18:36:03</strong>
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				Logan could not quite share Ryan's enthusiasm but he also could not fight the small feeling at hope he had inside of him. Ryan seemed to be one of those positive people that would have annoyed Logan a thousand years ago when he was in college, but Logan had to admit to himself that it was a pleasant change now that the world had turned so dark. <br><br>"Listen if you can get a shopping cart as well that would be good. We can't leave anything behind that is of use. We can use the roads for as long as possible and save energy by putting it in the cart. If you can figure out how to take a few wheels off another cart as well in case we have need for repairs. Grab anything you might think is useful. Most likely we can find a use..." he said his mind starting to race. It was exciting to have more resources to work with but Logan was finding all the excitement very tiring. He stops mid sentence to collect himself. <br><br>"I should eat" he says with a smile. It was the first time he had smiled in a while. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 18:47:58</strong>
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				"There's plenty of shopping carts that are still intact at the supermarket next door," Ryan said quietly, going back to his breakfast. "I'll see if I can't take the wheels off one or two to have spares." It was a good idea, and for a moment he wondered why he hadn't thought of it. It really was no matter - he had some ideas about what they'd want to stick in the cart, so he'd take care of all that while Logan recovered.<br><br>"And yeah, you should eat. Get some strength back," Ryan agreed when Logan reminded himself of the food with a smile. He was a lot more attractive when he smiled... but Logan probably wasn't attracted to guys. Shame, really.<br><br>Ryan finished up his breakfast and took a moment to add some more wood onto the fire to keep it warm. "I'm going to go out and start looking for some things in town. See if I can't find you some winter gear that's in better shape than what you have right now." He wanted to get rid of the torn coat if at all possible, since it likely wasn't going to do much to keep Logan warm. He pulled on his own heavy coat and found his scarf and gloves, wrapping up against the cold before heading down and starting to explore town. He was pretty sure he'd be relatively successful on this hunt...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 19:50:27</strong>
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				Before Ryan leaves Logan reaches for his bag. It is packed with half of the gear he had grabbed from the car after the crash. The rest had been in a bag that now was lost somewhere to the north. He had lost a lot of his cooking gear and his sleeping bag. Thankfully he still had his maps, a top of the line solo tent that could fit two folks in a pinch and his water filter. "If you can find a source for water we can start using this for our water while we are here. Save the bottled stuff for when we don't have any access to water." <br><br>After saying that, Logan took a break to finish eating. The pancakes were tasty and filling, a rare treat in this new world. Logan had figured he had eaten his last pancake but it was a nice surprise to find he had been wrong. When he finished with the food he slowly drank a bottle of water. He needed to rest after that but he could tell her was recovering well. <br><br>As Ryan went out looking for supplies Logan laid in bed, half sleeping. He stared up at the ceiling of the firehouse playing back the events of the last month. So many of his worse moments would have been different if he had had someone with him, someone watching out for him. It might be a pain in the ass to share space with another person but if it meant he would survive, well then it would be worth it. That thought stuck with him as he slept. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 19:13:42</strong>
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				Ryan's few hours spent wandering town scavenging for things were rather productively spent. He grabbed a cart first, just in case he came across something useful that was too unweildy to carry on his own, and headed first for his own ruined home. Now that he was planning on getting out of here, and had someone to help him along, there were things that would be more useful to them on the move than they would be to him alone. It took him a minute to lift the bulkhead door to get inside, but he was soon carrying things, such as his toolbox, out of the basement and setting them in the cart.<br><br>After getting everything he thought he could use (he had had a few large bottles of water down in his basement he had somehow forgotten about) from his own home, he began to scavenge the rest of town, finding plenty of empty containers that could easily hold filtered water for them, along with some winter clothing for Logan and some extra blankets.<br><br>Ryan quickly opened one of the bay doors to the fire house manually, only enough to get the cart inside, then slid it closed and stored the cart with most of the stuff in it downstairs, out of sight and hopefully safe. He collected the clothing and blankets and the water he had filtered, heading back up to Logan with it. When he discovered the younger man sleeping, he stoked the fire again and sat quietly to wait for the kid to wake up, and to contemplate the food supplies in an effort to figure out what to heat up for dinner and what to save.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 21:15:06</strong>
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				Logan woke up upset and startled, clutching at the blankets and trying to remember where he was. It only took him a moment to remember and catch his breath. He could not remember his dreams but assumed they were bad. It was easier to calm down in a warm bed, he could almost fool himself into believing that all of it had been a dream. Then he saw Ryan and knew most of it was true. He was embarresed at his outburst and could feel his face get suddenly warm. <br><br>He tried to take the focus off him as soon as possible. "How did things go?" he asked rubbing his eyes and sitting up. Each time he woke up he started to feel stronger. With any luck he would maybe ready to head out tomorrow or the next day. The thought of leaving this small sanctuary was not an easy pill to swallow. He knew to stay here meant death but that did not make plunging into the unknown easier. His tent would offer much less shelter than this stout building. <br><br>Logan reached for his bag to get out his maps while he listened to Ryan. Hearing that they had a cart, he started to plot a course. He tried to pick a southward road that involved the least amount of hills. He was pleased to find that his best road would also involve very few towns for a while. He had allowed himself one partner in his journey south but he was still did not want to interact with most people. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 15:06:50</strong>
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				Ryan looked over when Logan woke up, startled by something - probably his dreams. After a quick check to make sure the younger man was okay, Ryan turned his attention back to the soup he was heating up over the fire. Granted, he didn't know too much about surviving in the wild, but he figured that saving the cans of beans would be a smarter idea than trying to bring the soup along with them, since it probably wouldn't hold up in the cold very well. He wasn't sure of that, but it seemed like common sense.<br><br>"Pretty well. I managed to find a faucet in town that still worked, so I filtered the water from that into the water bottles I found. Managed to find about 10 more gallons of bottled water in my basement, some clothes, tools, a flashlight and an electric lantern, and batteries to last a while. Most of it's down in one of the closets downstairs in the cart I grabbed, since there was too much to bring up. It's out of sight so it should be safe."<br><br>He stirred the soup in the pan he had, then let it sit on the grill a little longer so the fire could heat it up a little more. "What's the condition of the roads? I'll get some extra wheels from the carts in the morning since some thick clouds rolled in right before I got back and the light wasn't good. Depending on the conditions, I can grab more..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 19:19:55</strong>
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				Logan could not tell if Ryan did not notice his startled waking up or if he just ignored it. Either way Logan was greatful. He listened to Ryan go on about all the things he had done. It sounded like he had pulled off a good haul and Logan was also thankful for that. If they could start off with a decent amount of supplies it would give them extra momentum to deal with what ever came next. <br><br>"The roads are mostly a pain in the ass. If the shopping cart was not such a good idea I would stick to the tracks or rivers. You can make good time on the roads but it leaves you right out in the open." Logan said sitting up. He had been robbed twice since the fire. The first time was some moron who just wanted his money and his car. Logan talked him into letting him keep his bags. Of course now his supplies were more valuable than gold and his car was worth nothing. The second time he got robbed they had just taken his shoes and beat the crap out of him when he had nothing else to offer. His bag had been with his tent luckily or he would have nothing left. <br><br>"Wheels would be nice. Sounds like you did pretty good and I am feeling better. Maybe we can get out of here tomorrow." he said and was pleased to find that the words were not just hopefull wishes. He was feeling better. His mind was very clear now. He was weak but getting stronger every moment. <br><br>The only downside to recovering his strength is that he was starting to feel nervous energy towards getting on the move. It had been nice to be too sick to care and simply want to rest. Now, the anxiety of his situation was settling in again. This place was a death trap and he needed to get out. He wished he was feeling well enough today.<br><br>&nbsp;As he started to plot his course his concerns about Ryan started to come up again. Would he be able to keep up? Could Logan handle having to be nice to somone while he traveled? He tried to push these thoughts out of his mind as he studied the maps.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 16:18:19</strong>
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				"I haven't seen too many people pass through this area in the past few weeks, but that might be because the town doesn't look like much from a distance now and people probably think that there's nothing left worth using," Ryan replied with a shrug. He had been watching for people for a while, and in all honesty, Logan was the first he had seen since a week after the disaster.<br><br>"In terms of when we move out, it probably wouldn't hurt if you gave yourself an extra day just to make sure you're feeling good enough to travel," he said quietly, stirring the soup again before pulling the pot off the fire and carefully serving it into the plastic bowls he had scavenged up a while ago. He handed one to Logan, along with a spoon, and settled back to eat his own meal. "If you're feeling up to it we can probably get going tomorrow if the weather holds out." He was hoping that there wasn't more snow on the way, not for a while. If they could get out before the snow, he supposed that they'd be okay.<br><br>"I found some winter clothes for you," he said after a few minutes of eating the soup. It wasn't much, but it was hot and it still tasted good, so it would do for now. "Your coat is pretty badly torn up so I thought you could use another one. It's probably not as fancy a brand as you're used to wearing, but it should keep you warm and it's waterproof so it's really useful. It might be a little big for you, I'm not fully certain about that, but if it is, you can at least layer under it." Or hide things - that was another possibility for Logan to do, although whether or not he would remained to be seen. Ryan wasn't really sure what to do out in the wild, other than what common sense told him.<br><br>He returned to his bowl of soup in silence, letting Logan think whatever he was thinking about through so he could get them out of here alive and in the least amount of time. With snow likely moving in again (there had been quite a bit more than normal since the disaster, which meant that the climate was changing, and not for the better), the younger man had a lot to think about without Ryan distracting him, since Ryan couldn't really contribute much in terms of keeping them safe, other than size and strength, but that would only keep them safe from animals and other people.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 19:43:57</strong>
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				"Well trust me there are people out there. Some that are going to be desperate, others that are going to be sick. It is a mess." he said looking at the coat. He took it in his hands and looked it over. Off the rack it was not a better coat than the one he was wearing. Before all the trouble he had found on the road his coat had been top of the line but it was true, that now it had seen better days. Still the idea of wearing that coat made him cringe. It would be bulky and not nearly as comfortable. He muttered some thanks about the coat and set it next to his bag. He would need it but he couldn't pretend he was happy about it. <br><br>He ate the soup as well. Now that he had eaten two meals, hunger did not rule him. He could not fool himself into thinking the food tasted great but he had eaten worse since taking to the road. He finished all his soup in silence. Silence filled the room and the quiet offered no distraction for his thoughts. He was starting to get anxious about sharing his life with another person. What if he couldn't do it? If he needed to run, what could he take quickly. <br><br>Looking over at Ryan he sized him up for the first time. He was obviosly a strong man, Logan was no match for him. If he ran he would have to do it when the man was sleeping. Logan hated himself for thinking about such things but could not help himself. He went to the bathroom to get away for a moment. He was winded by the journey but not as much as he was the day before. <br><br>As the night dragged on he found that the nervous energy would not go away. His body needed to rest but his mind would not allow it. He sat on the edge of the bed looking over the maps. He had chosen his path hours ago but could not think of anything else to do. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 20:54:07</strong>
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				"I don't doubt that there are people out there. I was just saying that I hadn't seen any recently," Ryan replied, shooting a stern look at Logan, although he was almost positive the other man would ignore it. He wasn't stupid by any means, and yet, the kid was treating him like he was worthless. Granted, maybe the (ex)firefighter didn't know any useful survival skills, but he was willing to learn, and he was certainly willing to watch Logan's back so they both got safely south.<br><br>The attitude about the coat was what really threw him. Granted, it wasn't fancy, and it probably wouldn't fit as well, but it was warmer. The least he could do was show some gratitude to Ryan, since he had gone out of his way to try to find something that wasn't overly big for him. Spoiled brat...<br><br>"Would it kill you to be thankful for what you've got?" Ryan said after he swallowed his mouthful of soup. "I could have let you wear the coat you have, the one that's ripped up, until it fell apart and you froze to death." Not that he would have, but it was something that Logan would have to think about, wasn't it? Ryan might not be useful with survival skills, but he had some common sense and he apparently knew how to do some things that Logan didn't, like cook. He had learned those by living on his own, working for what he had, and he was willing to work to learn what he needed to know again.<br><br>Maybe he was a little conceited, but he was used to people treating him with at least a little bit of respect. He had put his life on the line for others when society had been functioning normally, and unlike some of the other firefighters he had known, he had gone out of his way to be nice to people. Was it really too much to ask for the kid to at least pretend he appreciated the gesture of the coat?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 16:10:17</strong>
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				(OOC: My computer is back on line. Sorry for the delay) <br><br>Logan had a long history of arguements that did not end well. As a child once he got going he would not quit until his parents agreed with him, and each and every time they caved in. The few friends he had in life were the same way and in school Logan loved every debate he got into because his side of the issue always became the correct side by the time he was done. He had convinced himself that the reason for this was simply that he was smarter than most people but the truth is that he had never learned the wisdom behind being wrong. <br><br>There had been a part of him that had appreciated the coat. It was a nice gesture and Logan knew that he would need the coat. Regardless any feelings of that nature faded away once Ryan took that tone with him. His feelings about the coat became less about whats true, and more about being right. <br><br>"I didn't ask you to waste energy on a coat. My coat might looked worse for wear but it is a very high quality coat meant for winter survival. I am sure I still have a good amount of time left with this baby but hey I can always use this thing," he said holding up the new coat, "as an extra blanket or something like that. You don't have to get all worked up just because I didn't kiss your feet. Also, Mr. Survival, if I am in a situation where I am close to freezing to death, neight coat is really going to do that good." Logan than tossed the coat back towards his bag. Very little of what he said was absolute truth but for the moment it was gospel as far as Logan was concerned. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 14:41:24</strong>
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				(Not to worry. Glad to hear your computer is working again.)<br><br>"The insulation is falling out of it in several places. It doesn't matter if it's a top-of-the-line coat - if there's no insulation in it, it's worthless," Ryan replied quietly. That was common sense. He wasn't an expert on these things, of course, but if he was honest, the coat Logan had only looked to him like it would last another week, if that. Of course, Logan was the type of kid who seemed to have gotten everything he ever wanted when he was a kid, so he was used to getting his way and being right. Ryan had learned a long time ago that things didn't work like that - you always had to be wrong at some point, and you had to feel the humiliation that went along with it.<br><br>"Well, if you don't want that coat, I can take it back before we leave tomorrow," Ryan said conversationally, picking up the garment from where Logan had tossed it on his bag and folding it up. "Or I could just leave it here when we leave." Not that he would - it was too valuable right now to do that - but maybe Logan would change his tune with the threat of the coat not being available to him should he actually need it.<br><br>If the kid didn't shape up on his own, there would be a point where Ryan would try (and probably succeed, considering he was physically larger than Logan) to get him to act less like a bratty child and more like the adult that he technically was. If there was one thing that he absolutely couldn't stand, it was people disrespecting him for no reason at all, and for treating him like he was dirt. Sure, maybe he hadn't gone to college, and sure, maybe he wasn't cut out for this new world just yet, but he wasn't stupid, and he wasn't going to let people walk all over him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 18:25:29</strong>
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				Logan thought about grabbing for the coat and cursed himself when his hand reached for it without him thinking. He brought his hand back to him and held onto the arguement as best he could. "I said I would find a use for the coat. What your taking it back now? I didn't know your gifts had conditions to it. That is a little dramatic, don't you think. Is this what its going to be on the road? You bitching at me because I didn't kiss your ass about some coat you found. If that is the case you might as well shoot me now." he said with a definant grin.<br><br>He turned to walk away, throwing his arms up. He mumbled at himself and tried to catch his breath. A part of him knew he was being stupid but once he got going it was hard to stop. The truth of what he was saying didn't matter as much as being right. With so many things going wrong, he needed his decisions to feel right. It was one of the few things that made him feel safe. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Survivors (Emrys and Nimmy) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 16:50:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You seemed so certain that the coat you have will last you a while, so why take something that takes up room if you're not going to wear it? I'm sure we can find another coat that suits your tastes better before the one you have wears out," Ryan replied with a shrug. Maybe he was being a little cruel, and he was definitely being somewhat hardheaded, but he needed to let Logan know right now that there were certain things he wasn't going to back down on. This partnership wouldn't work if Ryan felt like he was being walked all over all the time.<br><br>When Logan turned to leave the room, Ryan made no move to stop him, merely gathered the new pile of blankets he had found and settled down on one of the other mattresses. He'd prefer to sleep with Logan, of course, since it was warmer, but maybe getting a little cold would do them both some good. "Don't wander too far," he said. "Best get some sleep if you want to get going in the morning."
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