BELIAL.
wanna bewitch you in the moonlight
- Location
- McGuire Airforce Base (Interior, main building)
- Interaction
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Rhys
Hell0NHighWater
Nik
BasiliskVeranda
- OOC
- Wow i have no energy. we get more harry later. important matters..
harrison rutherford
The snowstorm had been carrying on for some time now. Really, the whole apocalypse by ice and frost had been overdone by the end of the first year, but it was really gearing up now. Harry didn't bother thinking what kind of nonsense was going on above the sky, or below the ground, in order to facilitate this kind of activity. The best thought was to chalk it up to the Devil himself, or maybe the lazy bastard God. Some selfish, heated debate between the two that resulted in the entire fucking world blowing over sideways. And what were the people down below? Just ants, caught in the crossfire? It wasn't any sort of fair, but Harry knew better than to mull over their fate any more than he had before.
His momma would have had his head on a plate if she'd heard him saying that. If he'd said the Lord's name in vain once in front of her, she would have kicked his butt two ways to Sunday. Never truly wanting to make her upset, he'd apologize and probably forget all about the interaction. Trying to make it all better, maybe make breakfast for her. Harry had been a good boy, and remained so despite the beating that living at the end of the world did to a man. He remained positive, more so for the others than himself.
Especially little Billie Wayne.
"Now, din't I say to sit still girl? You'll drive me crazy 'fore your Daddy gets back if you keep jumping 'round like that." Harry quirked an eyebrow at the child, who was content to playing hopscotch between the slats on the floor. Harry sat in a chair, one knee bouncing to outpace the other one, lamely askew to his side. He drummed the knee with his fingers, looking worriedly to the entrance of the building. A few of the other residents of the base, more of the action determinant ones, were standing around with arms crossed. The main building was generally used as a sort of base of commands, and a great way to funnel new people in and keep them away from their supplies further on the base. It was a 'foyer' of sorts, something like Harry's childhood home had had. This one had less memorabilia and more cold, unfeeling sterility. It was disturbed by the low whisper of others in the space. A few wanted eyes on the intruders, and a few others wanted to purely out of curiosity. Harry was here for the sake of Declan, and his own innate desire for answers. He'd promised to keep eyes on the daughter, who was coincidentally one of Harry's favourite people at the base. It was no difficult job, but the bulk of work was keeping Billie from disappearing outdoors and into the whiteout.
"I soooo excited! I gotta jump!" She said, sticking her tongue between her teeth and focusing entirely on trying to jump higher than a few inches. She hopped around the chairs, wiggling her bottom like a cat on the prowl. Harry watched her, smiling at the young girl's antics. Declan had gone out with Chantel to question the three vehicles that had approached their gates. Harry and him had been tinkering, as per usual, when the second-in-command had come by. Declan offered first, and before Harry could even get him to think he pressed his daughter into the other man's hands.
"It'll be just a second, dude! Plus, you know how Chantie is."
"Yea, I do, but what if thems out there are some raiders? You fixin to lose your head?"
"Haa, no, dude. That's not gonna happen. Trust me, dude. Just keep an eye on Billie won't you?"
"Easy peasey... just watch yer ass out there. 'Kay?"
"Harry, lookie!" Billie shrilly cried out, pointing behind one of the chairs closer to the door. A pink ball was nestled beneath a chair, and the girl took off for it. "It's ball! My ball! Pinkie ball!" She slipped away, fast as lightening, before Harry could get up and grab it for her. He furrowed his brows, but otherwise had no complaints, until the door burst open and a flurry of cold and snow burst through.
There were a lot of them, that was for sure. A big group, but maybe less than had been expected from three vehicles. Just what he had expected he wasn't so sure, but the whispering from the room died down as soon as the newcomers entered.
"You will wait here until Marcus arrives. He'll know what to do with you, " Chantel commanded the people. She glared at the residents who were in the room, clearly expecting no sort of spectators in her dealings with these newcomers. Her attention was mostly on the newcomers, and in corralling them. What would they do with all these people?
She did her Chantel thing to the group, asserting her power and making sure that she had their attention. Harry watched with a cheek between his teeth. Once getting the answer she wanted. She shook off the latent anger, replacing it with concentration as she sped away. Harry looked to the door, locking eyes with Declan who took the rear. He smiled a bit, and Harry hoped it was all alright.
Billie was beneath the chair, and she rolled her ball out from beneath. Coming out, she watched with red cheeks as the ball rolled and hit one of the men's feet. He was a tall man, face lined with a passive analysis of the room. Billie stood still, her eyes widening to saucers as she watched her precious ball slip from her grasp. Harry rose slowly out of his chair, about to head over when--
"Is this yours?" The tall man had squatted, holding the ball out to Billie. Harry narrowed his eyes, watching for any sort of quick, malevolent action. These folk could be murders! Rapists! There was little trust in the levels that humans had fallen to these days. While a part of Harry hoped and prayed that everyone was good in nature, he knew better. He'd seen some pretty evil shit, and it made sense that he would keep his guard up. Being manipulated was not fun to the simple southern man.
His afterthought chastised himself for those thoughts, as why in the hell would Chantel of all people let in a bunch of evil people? She'd string them up with bullets alone before they could move. So, really, they couldn't be that bad. Right?
He watched, a smile creeping onto his face, at the interaction. Guy was good, at least somewhat, with kids. Harry resumed walking over, hands in his pockets and chest out.
"Sorry 'bout that," Harry said, reaching out a hand to signal an apology. "Billie hasn't seen her ball in weeks, so you 'magine how happy she been finding it again."
Harry stuck out a hand to the taller man at the head of the pack, bringing out his billion dollar charm smile. "Hey there, name's Harrison Rutherford. Y'all can call me Harry tho'. Pleasure to be meetin' y'all." His southern charm had no boundaries, extending to anybody-- should they prove friendly. He had no nonsense for the evil types, because Harry knew true evil when he saw it. Not just the pretending types, with harsh words and downcast eyes. To this man, Harry's handshake was firm and warm. The man always ran a bit hot, and the healthy glow beneath his skin showed as much. He reached out his hand to the blond man next to the tall guy. He would have shaken all their hands, but god damn if there weren't a lot of them.
"I taken that y'all met Declan already. This here's his little cherub, Billie," He winked at the tall man. "She sure has taken a likin to you." He scooped Billie into his arms, and she giggled. Harry looked back, eyeing the others who were frowning at how bold Harry was being. He shrugged off glares and smiled back at the group. "Welcome to McGuire Airforce Base. Didn' expect this mucha y'all, but the more hands the better."
"We're waiting for their leader, I guess. We agreed to trade, and possibly work. It's better than fucking freezing to death, hmm?" The blond spoke to the others, and Harry perked up.
"That how you got through? Guessin-"
"There sure is a fuck ton of them." A low, rumbling bass came from behind. Harry turned around to see Marcus La Vey, stalking toward the newcomers with Chantel at his side. His arms were crossed and he glared at each and every one of the people. Harry pulled Billie to his side and placed his hands over her ears. "We don't take kindly to unwanted visitors. Chantel says you can pledge your fucking hands and knees to working around here, and that you have supplies. My name is Marcus, and I'm the leader here. You convince me you can work hard and that you're legit, and you can stay. But I'm gonna need some kind of motherfucking explanation."
Harry gave a small, weak smile to the others, and pulled Billie and himself off to the side. He sat down, placing her in his lap. She was restless, but less so seeing Marcus in the room. Marcus gave them hope, and a refuge, but he exuded raw power. It was crippling, to say in the least. He didn't dare try to step in.
His momma would have had his head on a plate if she'd heard him saying that. If he'd said the Lord's name in vain once in front of her, she would have kicked his butt two ways to Sunday. Never truly wanting to make her upset, he'd apologize and probably forget all about the interaction. Trying to make it all better, maybe make breakfast for her. Harry had been a good boy, and remained so despite the beating that living at the end of the world did to a man. He remained positive, more so for the others than himself.
Especially little Billie Wayne.
"Now, din't I say to sit still girl? You'll drive me crazy 'fore your Daddy gets back if you keep jumping 'round like that." Harry quirked an eyebrow at the child, who was content to playing hopscotch between the slats on the floor. Harry sat in a chair, one knee bouncing to outpace the other one, lamely askew to his side. He drummed the knee with his fingers, looking worriedly to the entrance of the building. A few of the other residents of the base, more of the action determinant ones, were standing around with arms crossed. The main building was generally used as a sort of base of commands, and a great way to funnel new people in and keep them away from their supplies further on the base. It was a 'foyer' of sorts, something like Harry's childhood home had had. This one had less memorabilia and more cold, unfeeling sterility. It was disturbed by the low whisper of others in the space. A few wanted eyes on the intruders, and a few others wanted to purely out of curiosity. Harry was here for the sake of Declan, and his own innate desire for answers. He'd promised to keep eyes on the daughter, who was coincidentally one of Harry's favourite people at the base. It was no difficult job, but the bulk of work was keeping Billie from disappearing outdoors and into the whiteout.
"I soooo excited! I gotta jump!" She said, sticking her tongue between her teeth and focusing entirely on trying to jump higher than a few inches. She hopped around the chairs, wiggling her bottom like a cat on the prowl. Harry watched her, smiling at the young girl's antics. Declan had gone out with Chantel to question the three vehicles that had approached their gates. Harry and him had been tinkering, as per usual, when the second-in-command had come by. Declan offered first, and before Harry could even get him to think he pressed his daughter into the other man's hands.
"It'll be just a second, dude! Plus, you know how Chantie is."
"Yea, I do, but what if thems out there are some raiders? You fixin to lose your head?"
"Haa, no, dude. That's not gonna happen. Trust me, dude. Just keep an eye on Billie won't you?"
"Easy peasey... just watch yer ass out there. 'Kay?"
"Harry, lookie!" Billie shrilly cried out, pointing behind one of the chairs closer to the door. A pink ball was nestled beneath a chair, and the girl took off for it. "It's ball! My ball! Pinkie ball!" She slipped away, fast as lightening, before Harry could get up and grab it for her. He furrowed his brows, but otherwise had no complaints, until the door burst open and a flurry of cold and snow burst through.
There were a lot of them, that was for sure. A big group, but maybe less than had been expected from three vehicles. Just what he had expected he wasn't so sure, but the whispering from the room died down as soon as the newcomers entered.
"You will wait here until Marcus arrives. He'll know what to do with you, " Chantel commanded the people. She glared at the residents who were in the room, clearly expecting no sort of spectators in her dealings with these newcomers. Her attention was mostly on the newcomers, and in corralling them. What would they do with all these people?
She did her Chantel thing to the group, asserting her power and making sure that she had their attention. Harry watched with a cheek between his teeth. Once getting the answer she wanted. She shook off the latent anger, replacing it with concentration as she sped away. Harry looked to the door, locking eyes with Declan who took the rear. He smiled a bit, and Harry hoped it was all alright.
Billie was beneath the chair, and she rolled her ball out from beneath. Coming out, she watched with red cheeks as the ball rolled and hit one of the men's feet. He was a tall man, face lined with a passive analysis of the room. Billie stood still, her eyes widening to saucers as she watched her precious ball slip from her grasp. Harry rose slowly out of his chair, about to head over when--
"Is this yours?" The tall man had squatted, holding the ball out to Billie. Harry narrowed his eyes, watching for any sort of quick, malevolent action. These folk could be murders! Rapists! There was little trust in the levels that humans had fallen to these days. While a part of Harry hoped and prayed that everyone was good in nature, he knew better. He'd seen some pretty evil shit, and it made sense that he would keep his guard up. Being manipulated was not fun to the simple southern man.
His afterthought chastised himself for those thoughts, as why in the hell would Chantel of all people let in a bunch of evil people? She'd string them up with bullets alone before they could move. So, really, they couldn't be that bad. Right?
He watched, a smile creeping onto his face, at the interaction. Guy was good, at least somewhat, with kids. Harry resumed walking over, hands in his pockets and chest out.
"Sorry 'bout that," Harry said, reaching out a hand to signal an apology. "Billie hasn't seen her ball in weeks, so you 'magine how happy she been finding it again."
Harry stuck out a hand to the taller man at the head of the pack, bringing out his billion dollar charm smile. "Hey there, name's Harrison Rutherford. Y'all can call me Harry tho'. Pleasure to be meetin' y'all." His southern charm had no boundaries, extending to anybody-- should they prove friendly. He had no nonsense for the evil types, because Harry knew true evil when he saw it. Not just the pretending types, with harsh words and downcast eyes. To this man, Harry's handshake was firm and warm. The man always ran a bit hot, and the healthy glow beneath his skin showed as much. He reached out his hand to the blond man next to the tall guy. He would have shaken all their hands, but god damn if there weren't a lot of them.
"I taken that y'all met Declan already. This here's his little cherub, Billie," He winked at the tall man. "She sure has taken a likin to you." He scooped Billie into his arms, and she giggled. Harry looked back, eyeing the others who were frowning at how bold Harry was being. He shrugged off glares and smiled back at the group. "Welcome to McGuire Airforce Base. Didn' expect this mucha y'all, but the more hands the better."
"We're waiting for their leader, I guess. We agreed to trade, and possibly work. It's better than fucking freezing to death, hmm?" The blond spoke to the others, and Harry perked up.
"That how you got through? Guessin-"
"There sure is a fuck ton of them." A low, rumbling bass came from behind. Harry turned around to see Marcus La Vey, stalking toward the newcomers with Chantel at his side. His arms were crossed and he glared at each and every one of the people. Harry pulled Billie to his side and placed his hands over her ears. "We don't take kindly to unwanted visitors. Chantel says you can pledge your fucking hands and knees to working around here, and that you have supplies. My name is Marcus, and I'm the leader here. You convince me you can work hard and that you're legit, and you can stay. But I'm gonna need some kind of motherfucking explanation."
Harry gave a small, weak smile to the others, and pulled Billie and himself off to the side. He sat down, placing her in his lap. She was restless, but less so seeing Marcus in the room. Marcus gave them hope, and a refuge, but he exuded raw power. It was crippling, to say in the least. He didn't dare try to step in.
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