Nathaniel Posey (twentytwenty) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2017-04-10 23:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2020 [04] april, nathan posey, savannah posey |
Who: Nathaniel and Savannah Posey
Where: Savannah's house
What: The Posey siblings talk.
When: 4/4/20, afternoon-ish
It wasn’t that often lately that Nathan dropped by Savannah’s without a warning. Usually he sent a message or a text, just to let her know. Honestly, it wasn’t that he’d been consciously avoiding his family, but Savannah always had a way of knowing what was up with him, and he hadn’t been sure until now that he wanted her picking up on any of it. His mess up at Paige’s shop in February hadn’t done as much damage to their friendship as he’d thought it might, but they hadn’t really talked about it either. Maybe it was for the better that they hadn’t talked it though, but it still weighed on his mind a lot lately. Then there was the zombie hunter business. He hadn’t talked to Savannah about that either, and looking back he probably should have. Wrapping his knuckles on the door, Nathan waited a minute before he tried the doorknob, and let himself in. “Anyone home?” “Just a sec,” Savannah yelled from upstairs, midway through pulling her heels off. If she hadn’t recognized her brother’s voice, some stranger walking into her house might have freaked her out, but as it was, she stowed her shoes in her closet before making her way back downstairs. “What’re you doin’ here?” She asked once she’d descended the stairs and took full stock of Nathan. Nothing looked wrong, physically, at least, so she just entered the living room and gave him a smile. “Everythin’ okay?” “I’m not comin’ with bad news, if that’s what you’re wonderin’,” Nathan replied from where he’d made himself comfortable on the couch, a crooked grin on his face. “Realized I haven’t seen you or the girls lately, and we haven’t really talked much.” It sounded ominous to his ears, and he pulled a face, making it pretty obvious that that hadn’t been the intention. “It ain’t fair to Pete to make him give me an update on you.” Or vice versa, though he doubted that Savannah asked her boyfriend about her own brother. “I didn’t mean to go disappearin’ on you. Guess I’ve just been a bit busy lately with all these adoption preparations.“ It was a long process and Savannah still had a ways to go, but she was doing her best to jump through all the required hoops as quickly as she could. “How’ve you been? Been up to anythin’ lately?” Nathan shrugged. “Workin’ through career stuff, and workin’ with the group trackin’ down zombies for research,” he replied. “It ain’t all your fault that we haven’t seen each other, though. I’ve been avoidin’ y’all a little, I think.” Savannah might have been busy lately, but he hadn’t made any effort to find time either. “Go ahead,” he added with a ‘bring it on’ kind of gesture, because he knew how immature avoiding family was, no matter if it was only because he didn’t want them picking up on the things he didn’t want to, or know how to, talk about. Savannah rolled her eyes, annoyed at how predictable she must be if Nathan was waiting for, and even encouraging, her scolding. “I don’t know what you’re expectin’ me to say, besides how I still think it’s a bonehead move to go out lookin’ for zombies and riskin’ your life. But what do you mean career stuff? Are you makin’ this zombie huntin’ thing your career?” That brought Nathan up a little short, eyes a little wide with surprise, even though it was the obvious conclusion from what he’d said. “No,” he shook his head, “definitely ain’t aimin’ to do that. Workin’ through what I do want to do.” He thought he had a better handle on that, almost a month out from talking to Pete. “Been thinkin’ about it, and even if the Navy wanted me back, I don’t reckon I’d go. Don’t like the idea of bein’ away from everyone.” He quirked up a corner of his mouth. “They already got enough of my time.” “Can’t say I would be fond of you goin’ back in the Navy either. Even when you’re annoyin’ me and avoidin’ me, I still know you’re here and safe,” Savannah said, her mood still serious, even after the rush of relief she felt at knowing Nathan wasn’t going to enlist again now that he had the chance. “So what’re you thinkin’ of doin’ then?” If Savannah had asked him that question a month ago he wouldn’t have had an answer, but after more than a few conversations on the subject it felt like he’d landed on something that felt like it could work. “Workin’ as a consultant for pilot recruitin’,” he explained. “I’ve been talkin’ to the military a little about it, and they think that I should be able to work as a contractor, helpin’ ‘em weed out the candidates that ain’t goin’ to work for the program. Reckon I might instruct a little too.” The choices were still in their infancy, but it was a more solid path than he’d had before. “Keeps me workin’ with fighters, without havin’ to leave Texas to do it.” Savannah’s eyebrows rose slightly in surprise. It had seemed like ever since her brother landed in Austin he was a bit directionless in the career department, so it was nice to see him express actual interest in something. It was even better that it wasn’t something stupid and dangerous like going back into the military or professionally hunting the undead. Smiling after a moment, she said, “That sounds like a real good fit for you. There ain’t nothin’ but space around here. You’ll have more than enough room for trainin’ here.” “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he agreed. He was actually excited about the idea, which was more than could be said for any other option he’d thrown around. “Sounds like they might take some personnel up to Lemoore, too. See what they can salvage of the equipment there.” Last time Nathan had seen it, it was locked up pretty tight, but that was a couple of years ago. “Ain’t gonna lie and say it doesn’t feel weird makin’ new plans, though.” Weird, but not bad. “Reckon everyone could say that, though. I mean, y’all got that adoption thing goin’ on.” Savannah had mentioned it once already, but he hadn’t followed up with the comment. “How’s that been goin’?” Savannah nodded her head, both in response to her brother’s sentiment about his career path and at the mention of the adoption. “Bit slow goin’ right now. They’ve been lookin’ over my information and considerin’ my letters of recommendation, but I’m hopeful of all that because they contacted me about settin’ up a home visit. All the research I’ve done says that’s the next step in this. Been tryin’ to keep it quiet with Ritchie and the girls though, so no one gets their hopes up. But, really, I can’t imagine why we wouldn’t be approved.” Though she knew that thinking like that could be dangerous. She just wanted this to work out so badly, though, that she had to keep positive about it. “Yeah, there ain’t a lot of reason to deny y’all,” Nathan agreed. In a lot of ways Savannah was more stable than he was, if they found something to knock her out of the process, he figured it was going to be something small and nitpicky. Like having a dog in the house, or something equally absurd. “But either way, I won’t say anythin’ to the girls about it.” Wasn’t like it was his business anyway, he had enough good sense to recognize that. “We’ll throw a real party when the paperwork finally goes through, though.” That’s what new family deserved. “Promise I won’t take any doors down.” Savannah let out a laugh and shook her head. Sometimes her brother could be a real dope but then there were times like this when he was actually pretty great. “Thanks, Nathan. Here’s to hopin’ that party comes sooner rather than later.” |