Nathaniel Posey (twentytwenty) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-05-20 11:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2019 [05] may, nathan posey, savannah posey |
Who: Savannah and Nathaniel Posey
Where: outside the LBJ
What: a kidnapping
When: May 7th, mid-day
It was difficult to take a dog for a real walk when living in the zombie apocalypse, but their lookouts had reported back that the area was clearer than usual and with her brother-slash-bodyguard accompanying her, they were able to stay out a little longer and walk a little further. Finn was definitely taking advantage of the situation, pulling at Savannah’s arm as he led them further from the library than normal. “You’ve been settlin’ in okay, haven’t you?” She asked as they walked, giving Nathan a glance. He’d been there for over a month already, and it seemed like things were going well, but it never hurt to ask. Besides, the last time she got in the habit of making assumptions about her brother, there was World War 3 in the Posey household. Nathan looked down at Savannah and nodded. “Think I’m gettin’ my bearings, yeah,” he replied. “Liv ain’t ticked with me anymore either, or if she is she ain’t lettin’ me know, s’all good there.” There were a lot of things that would probably still take adjusting to. Austin and the new world order for one, having more family than just Savannah for another, but none of it was bad in particular. “Just be glad you missed hurricane Olivia when she had a broken ankle,” Savannah said, groaning a bit at the memory of it. Liv could still be a handful but nothing had topped that. “I grew up with you, Liv ain’t nothin’,” Nathan retorted before he ducked out of reach of his sister, mischief in the depths of his baby blues. Sobering and straightening, he got serious and asked, “How you doin’, darlin’? Things all cleared up with the Hellhounds?” That was Luc and Savannah’s territory more than it was his. “You want me to take Finn for awhile? He can try to pull my arm outta its socket,” he offered as an afterthought, watching the dog tug away at his leash like it’d get him more slack. Savannah wordlessly held the leash out for Nathan to take and once he had a good grip on Finn’s leash, responded, “Yeah, I think so. Talked with Bishop and Vic and it’s all good between us. They’re not walkin’ out any time soon,” the disapproval of Rodeo, Sarge and Addie’s sudden disappearance clear. Nathan could rest easy knowing there was some integrity among the raider gang, he guessed. “You get that in writin’?” Alliance contracts seemed like overkill, but if one leader could walk out, what was really stopping another? The mood at the Dog Park reminded her a bit of how things had been here at the library right after Gray’s death… but with more anger and resentment. But luckily Savannah knew that their camp was in good hands with Bishop and Vic. Despite Nathan having Finn’s leash now, the dog continued to pull, perhaps even harder and towards what seemed like a specific location. Something was agitating Savannah’s poor pup, and the Posey siblings didn’t have much of a choice but to find out what it was. “Christ Almighty, Finn, you really can be too much--” she began, though her words stopped short -- as did her feet -- at four men walking out of the half-dead foliage. Nathan came up short too, with a hard tug on Finn’s leash (one he’d feel bad about later). “Savannah Posey?” One of the men said, “We need to speak to you. Alone. It’s a matter of confidentiality.” Nathan squared his shoulders and hardened his expression, moving between Savannah and the quartet of strangers. “Ain’t gonna happen, boys,” he interjected, trying to look as menacing as he could while still gripping Finn’s leash. The dog was hunkered low to the pavement, but wasn’t growling or anything. Not that Nathan took that as a good sign. They didn’t look like Olinger’s Patrolmen, but Savannah still felt an uneasy ball of nerves in the pit of her stomach. Taking a hesitant step backwards, more reflexive than anything, she asked, “Who are you?” Their spokesman, a dark-haired troll of a man that was half a foot shorter than Nathan, but wider, stepped out of formation. “We’ll answer all your questions as soon as you come with us, Ms. Posey.” They had weapons, on belts, and under jackets. More than Nathan could handle on his own, and he knew it’d turn into a shitshow before he’d be able to call for reinforcement. “Ain’t gonna happen,” Nathan repeated. “You got anything to say to her, you say it here or not at all.” He wasn’t a grandstander, but they’d have to knock him out - or worse - if they expected to get his sister alone. Savannah knew it said more about her brother’s innate urge to step forward and protect than it did about what a coward she felt basically hiding behind him, but that didn’t make her feel any more brave about the situation. Even still, she stood as tall as she could, and said, “I’m not goin’ anywhere so if you got somethin’ to say, you better start talkin’.” The stout man frowned, though didn’t exactly look surprised at the response he was receiving. “Your lack of cooperation is disappointing, Ms. Posey,” he said. “It is urgent that you come with us and speak to us,” and with a slight motion of his head, two of the other men began stepping towards Savannah and Nathan. “Stay away from me,” Savannah snapped, stepping back more frantically than before. The men were focused on their task, however, and continued to close in. “Nathan--” She screamed, feeling a hand close around her wrist. Nathan was tense, a carefully pulled rubberband ready to snap, his whole being buzzed when they were advanced on, and something in him just broke with Savannah’s scream. He dropped the leash and hoped Finn was smart enough to stay near, but the thought was swallowed as soon as he thought it, as he wheeled around, caught sight of the man that dared to touch his sister and threw a punch aimed for the man’s stomach. For a moment Nathan had thought about tackling him, but couldn’t risk Savannah’s safety. Knocking the air out of him had to be enough. The gun at the small of his back was a last resort. “The hell, man,” Nathan ground out, not angry but not all that pleased with their manners either. While he was concentrated on his sister, Nathan missed the other man, not Spark Plug, but the other one, and the decent left hook that landed just under Nathan’s jaw. His teeth rattled and he took a couple involuntary steps backwards, searching for his sister while he tried to gain his bearings again. Savannah was small, and though the man whose arm was on her wrist wasn’t doing anything to hurt her, it wasn’t difficult for him to overpower her and begin to force her to move towards the direction the men had come from. She tried kicking and ramming her shoulder against him to break his hold on her but it only caused him to scoop her up in his arms and continue to carry her towards their destination. Tossed over his shoulder, Savannah looked back at her brother and the men that were actively restraining him, Finn barking at them all the while. Nathan was outnumbered and with a sinking feeling in her stomach, she knew he had no chance of winning that fight. Nathan fought both the men. He threw a few punches, but he was concentrated on making them land, so they barely made a dent with the two men keeping him from his sister. Between the two strangers, he knew his odds were getting worse and worse, and the whole ordeal was just about sealed and over with when they got his arms back behind him, bent at the elbows and pressed into his back. It was an impossible hold to break. He tried anyway, but it only made the men more determined to keep him planted where he was at. Just like Nathan, she had no chance of getting away from the man carrying her away. Not with her small size and lack of strength and his obviously superior training and skills in situations like these. But the moment she gave up, the moment she accepted this was happening, would mean her defeat.. And there was no way in hell she was going to accept that she was being taken away from her brother, Maizie, Olivia, her advisors and the rest of the LBJ survivors without a fight. “Nathan,” she screamed again, while still trying to kick the man carrying her. Her abductor gave a grunt and held her legs more firmly, gruffly saying, “The more you resist the more difficult this has to be, Ms. Posey.” “Savannah,” Nathan returned, an edge of panic to his voice that only his sister would pick up, if she could even hear him. Savannah lost sight of her brother and was soon led to a white van where more men waited. She was handed over to another burly man and put in the van, the door slamming shut with an ominous note of finality. There were no windows and she could only hear muffled voices. So this was it. As she began crying, she only hoped Nathan’s life would be spared. |