Nathaniel Posey (twentytwenty) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-04-18 12:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2019 [04] april, lalita singh, nathan posey, pete whelan |
Well, I got the call soon as the day hit night
Who: Nathaniel Posey, Pete Whelan, Lita Singh
Where: UMCB; 2nd floor cafeteria
What: A reunion, some information, etc, etc.
When: 4/2/19, just after 4:15PM
and say they're still alive. With bro hugs and introductions out of the way (and damn, Lita was a knockout), Nathan felt some of the dread he’d rolled into the UMCB with lighten. After a long spell of nothing and no one being where he thought they would be, seeing Pete, and more importantly knowing that Savannah was in the city, safe, was the best news he’d had in years. Not an exaggeration, but literally a bright spot in the new world. His group had followed so many dead ends, and lost so many people, that he’d come to expect the worst, and brace himself for it. It was worse for him when there had been no sign of their parents in Houston, and Paige had already left Corpus Christi. Knowing that he didn’t have to add Savannah to his list of lost was a weight off his shoulders. Having an actual cafeteria to meet in, or even a building with security and electricity was still new and weird to Nathan; he’d only been turned around once trying to find the room in the first place. He was starting to think Austin as a whole, as familiar as some places were to him, most of it was completely different. It was okay though, even if civilization felt strange, like a suit that didn’t quite fit anymore. “Let me get this straight,” Nathan begins, eyes darting from Pete to Lita, where his gaze drifts a little of it’s own accord. She’s just really distracting, okay. “Sav is living at the LBJ, and running the joint? Because Gray was doing it, but he died?” There’s a multitude of question marks in his tone, and written across his face. |