i hope you weren't waiting long {puck

[xeatblackclouds]

Delilah walked alone through the empty streets. As of right now, there was nobody. Nobody was in sight. There were no sounds, so movement, nothing. Days like this were the hardest. Being alone was a really hard thing to do for Lilah, usually she at least had her brother. But today; today she was on her own.

She made her way down the streets, walking slowly, kicking pieces of rocks and rubble as she walked. She barely picked her converse up as she walked, just kind of skidded by. She had no clue as to where she was walking to, she just needed to walk. She couldn't sit in one place for too long or else she got ancy.

She stopped in front of an old bar. It looked empty, just like every other building. She picked up her feet to begin walking again, but then stopped, not moving one inch. It had just dawned on her, She could have all the booze in the world. Or at least all the booze in that bar. Who was going to stop her? Delilah was still trying to get over the whole 'stealing but its allowed' thing.

She turned and walked up to the door to the bar. Lilah looked in through the window to make sure it really was empty before trying to turn the door knob. It wouldn't turn, looks like it was locked. She elbowed a square of the glass window above the door knob, and reached in, unlocking the door, and opening it. She stepped inside, closing the door behind her.

Delilah let the light from the outside fill the dark building. She reached the side of the wall for the light switch, and flipped it on. It flickered a few times before the light was turned on. "Oh, sweet." She walked over to where the bar was, and hopped onto the counter, swaying her body to the other side of the bar. There was all types of liquor there. Everything was left the way it was before.

She picked up a bottle of Jagermeister, placing it down on the counter. Delilah looked in the cabinets for a glass. She found a glass cup, and wiped off what dust was on the outside of the cup. Thank god it was turned upside down, or else who knew what kinds of creepy crawlers would be in there. She hoisted herself onto the counter, sitting down, and crossing her legs. Delilah picked the bottle up, unscrewing the cap, and pouring a full glass for herself. She took a sip before making an "aah" sound. It was absolutely her favorite, and the only liquor that tasted good straight.

There's nothing like drinking by yourself. More like, there's nothing worse than drinking alone.

{btw, this is so long, wtf? hahah, your post doesn't need to be anywhere as long as this. i just take a long time starting out lol}

[puck byron wakefield]

Holding onto what's right, the truth escaped me twice last night
------In clouds of smoke and scattered ash, with visions of an empty hall.

Puck needed a drink. He wasn’t normally one who would admit to such things; he usually preferred to be sober. Especially since the outbreak. It was just safer that way. Less of a chance to fall victim to raiders, and that was the last thing that he needed right then. He already had too short a stock on his supplies, and if he ran into raiders, he’d be left with nothing. Now, that wouldn’t be very acceptable, since he’d already gone through all the trouble of looting the stuff that he’d shoved into his messenger bag. It had taken him hours to do it, even after stealing a car, and it would take five minutes to lose it all once more.

But the point was, it had been far too long since he’d had alcohol. So, when he set eyes on the abandoned bar, he figured he’d have a go at the stockroom. It wouldn’t hurt anyone. Everything was public property anymore, as long as it wasn’t already firmly in someone’s pocket or bag. He had absolutely no qualms about taking what he needed from the various abandoned buildings around the city. So, he parked the car by the curb, and took a moment to check his supplies.

He’d leave the hunting rifle in the car; it was sort of useless in close-range situations, and that entailed anything indoors. But there was no way he was going in unarmed. Tucking his hatchet into his belt, Puck rummaged through his bag, then, finally satisfied, he opened the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk. Shutting it firmly behind him, he locked the car using the remote, and then headed straight for the door leading into the bar.

It wasn’t until he saw that one of the glass panes in the door had been shattered that he pulled up short, blinking in mild surprise. Oh, it wasn’t any big deal, of course. Raiders might have come along and done it. But usually they like damaging a hell of a lot more than one little pane of glass. Shrugging it off as a fluke, Puck shoved open the door and stepped over the threshold.

He froze once more, staring in the well-lit room at the girl next to the bar. He wasn’t expecting anyone to be there, and if anyone had been, he was sure it would have been raiders. And she certainly didn’t look like a raider. Not to mention the fact that they usually traveled in groups, and there was no one else in sight. Clearing his throat, he shifted from one foot to the other and spoke from a safe distance, still standing next to the door. “Hey. I didn’t think I’d see anyone around here anymore.” Then, adjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder, he studied her for a brief moment in silence. “You’re not a raider, are you?”

[xeatblackclouds]

There she sat on the bar, drinking Jager alone. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a pack of Marlboro Reds. Now that the world ended she could finally smoke in bars. Actually, she could finally be in bars without having to worry about her fake ID getting denied. Delilah pulled out a cigarette from the half empty pack, and put the filter up to her lips. She took out a match and stroke it against the wood on the bar. They were the matches you could strike on anything.

She put the lit match to the tip of the cigarette, inhaling, blowing the first drag out. She shook the match until it went out, and carelessly dropped in on the bar. She took another sip from her Jager, and then a drag from her cigarette. The two went very well together.

Delilah jumped as she heard somebody talking from behind her. She hadn't heard anybody come in. This wasn't good, she had let her guard down. Her brother wouldn't be happy if he heard this. So she just wouldn't tell him. The last time she let herself be vulnerable she had almost gotten herself killed by some raiders.

“You’re not a raider, are you?”

She turned around to face the man that was now standing near the doorway of the bar. Lilah had never seen him before. She really didn't know how to respond to this. No she was not a raider, but she's never had to be alone like this before. She didn't really know how to interact with people that weren't her brother. "I... um..." She paused, "Are you?" She shot back, narrowing her eyes. "Well, I mean, obviously I'm not."

[puck byron wakefield]

Holding onto what's right, the truth escaped me twice last night
------In clouds of smoke and scattered ash, with visions of an empty hall.

Puck blinked again as the woman turned and stammered a bit before answering his question with one of her own. He didn’t really react for a while, apart from that small gesture. He didn’t know if he had anything left in him that could react. Still, he took his time about answering, seeing as she didn’t really give him a straight answer in the first place, until she’d asked the same thing from him. Not that he could really blame her, of course. He probably would’ve done the same thing had he been in her position. It was hard to take anyone or anything at face value anymore.

After a moment, his lips twitched in a brief, humorless smile, before he made his face blank again. “No, I’m not a raider,” he said softly, then shrugged a bit. “Just here for the booze.” Crossing over to the bar, he started digging through the shelves. “I’m going to go ahead and guess that you’re here for the same thing.”

He said it without looking up from what he was doing, and he wasn’t really expecting an answer. Of course, if she decided to give him one, that was fantastic. But as it was, he was more engrossed in reading the labels on the bottles on the shelves. Bourbon, scotch, wine…where the hell was the vodka? Shoving a bottle of gin out of the way, he finally spotted the vodka and grabbed it. Then, setting it down on the bar, he grabbed a shot glass from another shelf. Grabbing a handful of his shirt, he swiped the dust from the glass before opening the vodka and pouring it. He set the bottle of vodka aside once more before he studied the woman again. “You’re not a local. So,that leads me to wonder, where are you from?” He asked after a moment. Then, while he waited for an answer, he downed the shot in one gulp. Squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head a bit at the taste, he grunted in amusement. It really had been too long since he’d had a drink.

[xeatblackclouds]

It seemed as though this boy found amusement from her. Yeah, she guessed she was a funny person. Even though she came across people every once in a while, this didn't mean they all had to be raiders. Usually, they were though. Lilah thought it was so strange that in this huge world with not too many people left in it that she would come across another person at the same place she was at, at the same time she was there. It just shows that everyones minds are wired similar to one another.

"If you're here to drink the loneliness away, then yes." Indeed, she was kind of funny, in a sick sort of way. "I don't know, I just walked past this place and remembered that there were no laws stopping me from moseying my way inside and having myself a drink. Nobody to ID me, no cops to tell my parents. And in fact, no parents to care." She always got slightly morbid when she got drunk. Speaking of getting drunk, Deli took another sip; this one was more like a chug. She slammed the glass down on the bar, and took a drag from her cigarette. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.

"Where am I from?" She repeated the question, reaching for the bottle of Jager again. This bottle wouldn't last long. It was such a shame how much it took her to get a buzz. She wouldn't be feeling any of this until the end of her next glass. Lilah poured the Jager into the glass on the table. "I'm from, New Paltz, New York. Now I'm here." She took another drag from her cigarette "Where are you from," She paused, waiting for him to tell her his name. She didn't enjoy having conversations with people with mystery identities. It just felt weird; inhuman.

[puck byron wakefield]

Holding onto what's right, the truth escaped me twice last night
------In clouds of smoke and scattered ash, with visions of an empty hall.

Puck just nodded when she gave her home town, plopping himself down on a stool. Her accent was American, so it came as no surprise when she named New Paltz, New York as her home town. Well, he didn’t really recognize the New Paltz part, being a somewhat reclusive Englishman. But he wasn’t a complete moron. He knew where New York was, so he had a general idea of where she came from. Propping his head on his fist and his elbow on the bar, studied the empty glass in his hand. It would be several more shots until he was even a little tipsy. Well, at least he wasn’t drinking alone. There wasn’t much that was more depressing than that.

He reached for the bottle once more, and dragged it across the bar to him. And then she asked him the same question he’d just asked of her, which really didn’t surprise him. “Me?” He paused in the act of pouring another shot, glancing up at the girl. “I’m from Leeds. Born and raised, and I have every intention of dying here.” Turning back to his task, he finished pouring and set the bottle back down, then he picked up his glass. “Everyone else I’ve ever known did. So, yeah, I guess I know what you mean about drinking the loneliness away.”

He swallowed the vodka before he spoke again. “I’m Puck, by the way. Puck Wakefield.” He figured that he’d been rude, not offering a name right away, but his social skills had…declined…a bit since the outbreak. It was a shame, and it was something that he desperately needed to work on. After all, he wasn’t a barbarian, or one of those raiders. The least he could do was show some manners. He offered a small, courteous smile, and the gesture was a bit unfamiliar after spending so long in disuse.

[xeatblackclouds]

Delilah swung her legs around to the other side of the bar, letting them hand down. She took one last drag of her cigarette before snuffing it out on the bar. It didn't matter much to her, or anyone else. Everything was deteriorating with, or without her help. She crossed her legs, and picked up her glass once more, taking a large gulp of the Jager.

"Aah, so you watched this place die." She said lowly, looking down. After the virus hit, and her parents died Delilah and her brother left. They couldn't watch everyone and everything they knew fail on them. They just couldn't. They were pretty sure they were going to die, and wanted to at least live up the last few days, weeks, months of their lives. So they left. Their family owned a boat docked in Jersey, they decided they were going to travel, and see what they could before they too were gone. Long story short, they eventually found themselves in a strange place called Leeds, in England where obviously, they still remained to this day. And quite obviously, they never wound up dying.

She didn't understand why he would want to be here. Why he would want to watch the place he loved fall to pieces. Delilah nodded when he gave her his name, "Delilah Sixx." She pulled out her cigarette pack once more. She had an awful habbit of chain smoking while she was drinking. By now she had a nice little buzz going, which meant she would be more accepting and open to new people. She took a cigarette, placing the filter in between her lips. "You smoke?" She asked, holding out the open pack to Puck. With her free hand, the took the cigarette out of her mouth, and placed it on the bar. She picked up her glass of Jager and downed the rest of it. Lilah set the glass back down on the counter, not refilling it again yet. She picked up the cigarette, placing it back in her mouth, and stroke a match, lighting the Marlboro Red.

[puck byron wakefield]

Holding onto what's right, the truth escaped me twice last night
------In clouds of smoke and scattered ash, with visions of an empty hall.

Puck shook his head at the offer of a cigarette, but gave a polite smile in return. Manners, and all of that. “No thanks. I’ve been trying to cut back lately. There’s only a limited supply of smokes left, and I don’t want to be stuck craving a cigarette when there’s none to be found.” He turned the empty glass around in his hand for a moment, frowning at it in thought. “It’s weird, isn’t it? The things that we used to take for granted sort of run out and it’s a slap in the face when you realize that there’s nothing left.”

He blinked once or twice when he realized that he’d started ranting about the topic. Glancing up at Delilah, he shrugged apologetically and thought for a moment about a topic that he could switch to. Preferably something that wouldn’t sound too depressing. Of course, that narrowed things down considerably, seeing as that pretty much encompassed everything worth talking about. Everything he could think of anyway. It wasn’t too surprising, all things considered. But, finally, he managed to think of something to say. He just hoped it didn’t touch on any sensitive topics. That would just make him feel like a complete jackass. Even if it seemed that way sometimes, he wasn’t completely heartless. “So, New York, huh? That’s quite a ways away. What brings you all the way to Leeds?”

Puck shifted on his stool, but he didn’t reach for the bottle of vodka yet. No need to get too drunk too fast. That would be a very bad idea, especially if he ran into any raiders later that night. No, that wouldn’t do at all. So he simply sat for a little while, scratching absently at a spot on his chin while he waited for Delilah’s answer.

[xeatblackclouds]

"That's... depressing. I never really try to think about how all of the supplies will be gone. But I think we have quite a while." She made an unsure, worried face, shaking her head slightly. "Well, I mean, anything could happen. That world DID end, didn't it?" Delilah let out a short, nervous laugh. The end of the world made her nervous, because she for one, has not found god yet.

"Yep, the big apple. The big city. One of the only places worth going in New York. I'd like to go back one day." She frowned. "After the whole apocalypse thing, me and my brother kind of flipped, and got on our boat and came to England. We were convinced we were going to die, and wanted to do everything we never got to do before." It sounded kind of silly when she said it out lout, yet strangely comforting. "Its morbid, I know. But hey, when you're a fifteen year old girl, and you think you're dying you do a lot of weird things."

Not a lot has changed for her since then, just adjusting to a new place. Yeah, she's two years older now, but that didn't matter. Age didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered, because everyone is dead. Again, with the morbid. "You never left, huh?"

{Sorry! its been forever :[ }

[puck byron wakefield]

Holding onto what's right, the truth escaped me twice last night
------In clouds of smoke and scattered ash, with visions of an empty hall.

.Puck flinched a bit when she responded to his thoughts about their limited supplies. He really hadn’t meant to voice those thoughts, especially not in such a grim way. He needed to work on his people skills, to be honest. Grinning apologetically, he shrugged one shoulder. “Yeah, sorry about that. I’m sure we’ve got enough supplies for quite some time now.” At least, he hoped they did, even if in all honesty, he wasn’t entirely sure. “And about the world ending; I suppose, in a way, it did. I mean, we’re still alive, though, right? That’s something to be happy about, even if we don’t have much else.”

Puck listened to her explanation of how she’d gotten to England in the first place with interest. He’d never himself been out of the country. In fact, he didn’t think that he’d been farther than London. He wasn’t very worldly, he supposed. “Yeah, I can understand that. It’s a natural thing to want, not morbid at all. I mean, maybe the bit about dying is, but I’m pretty sure everyone that’s still alive was thinking they were going to be dead before much longer.” And that was the truth. He himself had been convinced that he was going to die. To be honest, he felt a bit…odd at having survived it all. Not a good sort of odd. More like he really wasn’t worthy of it. After all, there were far better people than him who’d died in the outbreak. But that was just survivor’s guilt, he supposed.

Puck shifted again on his stool, trying to get such thoughts out of his head before he voiced them again and made things even more depressing than he’d already managed. “Yeah, I just…I didn’t really have anywhere else to go, you know? I couldn’t think of anyplace, that is. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea, staying here. But Leeds is all I’ve ever known. I suppose that somewhere, some stupid part of me was hoping I’d find someone that I knew that’s still alive.” Puck gave a short laugh at that. No, it wasn’t funny, but again, he’d been naïve. Still, he decided to ask another question, trying to lighten the mood. “So, you’ve still got a brother? That’s good to hear.”