The Day The World Went Away {Open}

[Nathan Rewoldt]

A soft growl passed through the slender lips of the man as his fingers once again worked with the delicate tools, picking and pulling at the pins that made up the lock. Finally, the satisfying sound of clicks echoed to his ears, and a small grin danced across his features as a hand passed to the knob and he finally had gained himself access to the building.

Nathan had been here for a few hours now, trying to work his way inside. He had known of this Pub before the Fall, but two years later and this was his first time traveling to the place. Why, you may be asking yourself? Because he knew it was a bad idea. Raiders where simple and predictable creatures. They loved three things in life; death, booze and sex. Now this came in the forms of murder, rape, and looting bars and pubs. Smiling to himself, Nathan wondered if he would find himself a drunk raider inside who might try to rape and kill him. Shaking his own head, the former drug dealer let a small laugh escape his lips.

The man was clad simply today, opting to comfort and warmth as usual. He wore a faded and worn pair of blue jeans, black tennis shoes that had horizontal purple stripes running along them, the age old Led Zeppelin t-shirt complete with the "Stairway To Heaven" logo with his worn black pea-coat. Then again, what else would Nathan Rewoldt wear? That was pretty much his constant look.

As the man stood in the now empty pub, hands jammed down into his pockets, he looked around with a single cocked brow and a very uninterested look plastered to his face. It didn't look like much of anything was really left in this place, and that was bad news. He had wasted a day exploring and getting himself into this place, and with the days getting shorter and colder, he didn't have the time to waste on wild goose chases. Cursing lightly under his breath, Nathan walked towards the bar, feet carefully picking their way across the floor to avoid anything that make unnecessarily loud noises.

Raising his hands from their warm prisons within the confines of his coat pocket, he produced two things. Pulling a cigarette from the pack he kept in his pocket, Nathan placed it between his lips with a kind of practiced care that his body did it all without thought or order. Second he flipped the metallic lid of the biohazard zippo open, and igniting the wick, raised the flame to the waiting tip of the smoke. As the ignition happened and the toxic fumes rolled down his waiting throat, the man felt a sense of contentment slink over his body. Exhaling the smoke through his nostrils, the man leaned against the bar with a bored and annoyed look upon his face. He didn't like being disappointed.

And this bar had been a disappointment.

(Not the best, but I haven't RPed in a while, I'll get back into the swing of it soon! I swear!)

[shelby love hypton]

shelby[♥]love[♥]hypton
in love with you
yea, you knows its true

’Thump…. Thump….. Thump…..’ The rhythmic sounds of the black and white soccer ball against Shelby’s black shock’s kept the silence of the world at bay and made it easier on the 16 year old to keep her sanity or at least what was left of it. Her sanity hadn’t been the same since all this had happened, watching her parents slowly waste away was the hardest thing she had ever done. The second hardest thing was being alone, she was doing that everyday and it never seemed to get any easier. She remembered as a younger child she had always wondered what it would be like to be stranded on an island with no one else. Now she had that experience, only this time she wasn’t on an island and she wasn’t stranded, there was just no one else around to talk to or be near. Even if Shelby did find anyone she doubted it would be someone she wanted to be around or talk to, the only people that seemed to be left on earth was the older people. This worried Shelby and absentmindedly she wondered if she was doomed to a life of lovelessness and loneliness.

The idea of never having a boyfriend, never having a first kiss, none of the other things worried her, but that did, she didn’t want to never have the first kiss or never have a boyfriend. She especially did not want to die a virgin or end up being the 40 year old virgin, that was if she even lived that long, in a world like this the chances of a 16 year old making it to 40 were slim to, well, nothing. That didn’t happen now-a-days, 16 year old teenage girls weren’t really seen by themselves armed with a bat and a pocket switchblade knife thing. That just wasn’t exactly a common sight in this day and age, the common sight now was broken down buildings, dust, and raiders with a gun pointed at your head. Fortunately for the 16 year old she hadn’t yet run into them and she really didn’t exactly want to either, running into a small crowd of raiders was one way to get you killed, Shelby really wanted to stay alive. Suddenly Shelby tripped, she ended up kicking the ball and sending it skidding across the beaten up pavement and into a wall, where as she went flying to the concrete and scraped the entire left side of her face, leaving it raw with several scratches where blood started to leak out.

Shelby slowly stood up, trying to shake off the painful tingling sensation that started to spread through her face. She wiped off what of the dirt she could and made sure her stuff was still on her shoulders, picked up her metal bat that had fallen from the make shift sling she had on her bag and put it back in its holder. Then she walked to the wall where her ball was motionless, she bent down to pick it up, but the door made her pause for a moment. Then she picked it up, put it under her arm and made her way to the door which was cracked slightly open. Shelby, being good at picking locks, could tell that this lock had been picked. So she pushed the door the rest of the way open, then entered in slowly, though this might not have been the safest thing to do, she was curious. This was how it happens, in all the scary movies, its not stupidity that compels the people, its curiosity, the fatal flaw in the worlds design. She walked into the old bar as she came to know it as and the smell of age old alcohol lingered in her nasal cavities. She stopped, a man leaning against the bar with a cigarette. She froze, then her arm moved dropping the ball and pulling the bat from its small holder. Her muscles seemed locked into place, her blonde bangs hung in her eyes and the urge to move them subsided with the new worry and fear that spread in her body.

jump head first because its dangerous

[Nathan Rewoldt]

Taking another drag from the cigarette, Nathan pulled a crumpled piece of paper and read words that had been scratched upon it in haste. Tilting his head, he let the name burn itself into his memory for the thousandth time since receiving the thing. 'Ivan Strativarius'. Starring at those two simple words, the man felt a surge of malice sweep through him, empowering his frame with strength he never even knew to possess. In a world like this it became important to occupy your own mind with goals and challenges, it was only when you allowed yourself to grow bored that insanity could truly set in. Even focusing yourself completely on one singular challenge would make things better. And Nathan had done that for himself.

He wouldn't stop for anything in this world until he had succeeded in killing this Ivan Strativarius.

Nathan didn't care who had to die, he didn't care what had to be done. Just to get that name alone he had done things that five years ago he would have sworn to never commit. But to act upon this tip? The distances he would be willing the cover and the atrocities he would be willing to commit just to make good upon a promise he had made to a dying soul? Would he be willing to sacrifice everything his parents had taught him growing up? Would he be willing to become as twisted and dark as the raiders that had caused the pain to necessitate such an action as hunting this Ivan like an animal? Would he be willing to fall that far into darkness himself?

You bet your fucking life on it he was.

As he mused over such things, such dark deeds and darker desires; he suddenly found himself interrupted. He recognized the sound from his childhood, the sound of a ball falling to the ground and bouncing a handful of times before rolling away. Nathan took another drag of the cigarette as he pondered his options, knowing now that someone was clearly behind him, though he couldn't help but question why they had given up the element of surprise and not attacked already. Oh well, he wasn't one to stand around, ask questions, and hope for the best. Not anymore.

Whipping around, Nathan gripped one of the dust-covered bar stools and hurled it violently against the wall more to act as a distraction than an actual attack as he yanked the Browning Hi-Powered pistol from it's place in the belt of his jeans. Holding the gun with one hand, he pointed the barrel at the girl, the weapon leveled off at her head. His hazel eyes starred into her own, his eyes unblinking as he took her in. She was armed, her body was tensed for a fight, but there was more to it than that. She was young, she seemed fragile and almost reluctant to be in the situation she was in. Nathan had always had a knack at reading people, seeing their body language and being able to take away from that. And from what he saw, Nathan was able to sum up one fact from all of this.

She was scared.

However, fear was a powerful motivator, something that had the ability to make people make fucked up decisions, and Nathan didn't want to be on the receiving end of a bad decision. So in one fluid and practiced movement he allowed the pistol to fall lower and level off at the ground just before her feet, and squeezing the trigger he felt the reassuring buck of the gun in his hand as a single bullet lashed out and struck the ground just before her feet. It was a warning shot. His own eyes continued to stare at her, watching and waiting. The ball was in her court. He had made it very clear that if she took a step forward he wouldn't hesitate to put the next one between her eyes. After all, he'd killed before and at this point what was one more death on his hands?

Did it really matter anymore, anyways?

[shelby love hypton]

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Every muscle in her body was frozen in place, like someone had pinned it in its spot and nothing could move it, similar to steel her body wasn’t exactly the most malleable object at this point. Shelby wanted to run, to grab her soccer ball and run from this place, she had no intentions of attacking the man unless he came at her, then she wouldn’t hesitate to swing her bat. Unfortunately, he had other plans. The man stayed motionless for a second, she figured he hadn’t realized it was a she and that she wasn’t really a threat to him as long as he stayed out of reach of the bat. Even if he did decide to get close, dodging a bat was fairly easy and as long as he didn’t get hit by it he would be pretty fine, really all you had to do was worry about the first hit from it the metal bat.

He suddenly jumped into action, like a cartoon coming to life or a movie starting from the pause, he hurled a bar stool in the direction of her but it crashed on the wall behind her a few feet away. The sound and the stool coming at her made her jump to the opposite direction, but after that once more she was tense and motionless, that was until she saw the gun pointed straight at her head. An icy cold swept her body, her bright blue eyes stung with the burning sensation of tears behind them, she forced herself to stay in control. In an instant she realized she was going to die, in that same instant she accepted it. The brilliant blue eyes seemed to dull for a second but the color came back a few seconds later. Time ticked slowly by until in one fluid motion he moved the gun, instantly she closed her eyes thinking what she figured would be her last thought, she heard the gun shot ring out, but the bullet just glanced off the surface near her feet. She jumped back in shock.

The metal bat in her hand dropped to the hard floor, its sound making a rather loud clinking noise. Her knees buckled under her weight and she crumpled, her hands and body having tremors flow through them. She was still alive, she didn’t know which would have been better, alive or dead. This man had shot at her, or not at her, well towards her, in her direction, if he had been aiming at her he wouldn’t have messed, subconsciously she knew this. Part of this her wanted to scream and beg for him to have mercy, the other part wanted to go down with dignity. She went with the latter of the two, deciding that dignity was a much better choice. She swallowed as much of her fear as she could and looked up defiantly. ”So what, you gonna kill me now?” The sixteen year old’s voice rang out in a clear voice, she wasn’t even going to try to deny that she wasn’t scared. She didn’t think he had much care as to if he killed someone, but she couldn’t understand why anyone would kill someone as young as her, she knew she looked her age. She couldn’t ask why, that wasn’t the right question, there was always a why to the answer you got, if you kept asking it you wouldn’t get anywhere, she knew better. So she left the question alone and focused her mind on what could possibly be the last few moments of her life.

jump head first because its dangerous