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Post by Medieval Kevin on Nov 6, 2014 9:30:52 GMT -8
Woodbury
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Governor's Apartment
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Nov 6, 2014 10:15:04 GMT -8
Philip This was all he wanted right now, to spend some quality time. The soft instumentals always helped out. She always loved it this way. They let its soothing melody wash over them. As Penny ate Philip just ran the brush through her hair. Sometimes he didn't need words, this was enough. It felt like only yesterday they where doing this, waiting for her mother to get home from the market... Then came the knock at the door. Reality came rushing back as Penny froze, her hands held in front of her face. Blood dripped from between her fingers and Philip braced himself as she lashed out towards the door. He held her back and then she turned her aggression on him, her father. "No! Penny, no! It's okay sweetheart, it's okay..." But he knew... she wasn't really getting better. It never lasted long enough. He couldn't really hold his little girl unless he took precautions. Dropping the sack over her head he fastened it only tight enough to hold it in place around her neck. Lifting her small form up from in front of his chair he whisked her into the back and set her down just before the door to her... room. "Daddy will be back sweetheart, he'll be back soon." With a little push she staggered inside and he secured the chain and locked the door behind daughter. Stepping back into his living room he shut that door behind him as well, leaning against it for a moment. He just wanted to hear her call out to him again. To hear her voice... Another knock buried these emotions deep down and he settled his features. The Governor stepped to the entrance and cracked the door halfway open to the hall outside, Martinez stood before him. "We have some activity beyond the wall." It was all he needed to say. **Martinez and the Governor exit to Woodbury: The Wall** |
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Jan 24, 2016 17:28:11 GMT -8
Philip
**Enters from Woodbury Wall**
After the run in with those people at the wall Philip knew he had to keep a closer eye on their surroundings. There had been enough activity on Woodbury's part to know if a group that big had been about. That meant the strangers had moved into the area. Their going would be slow, careful. Looking for a place to hold up in. He'd send out a team later to pick up their trail. Didn't want them knowing they were being followed. Maybe Merle? Martinez? Shumpert? Blake had some time to think.
The Governor wanted to know as much about them as he could, and just where they were at any given time. They would need some space. Even if they knew about that prison there was no way they could clear it. Merle had assured him of that and there was no questioning that mans tenacity so he put it from his mind. Nothing else like Woodbury around. They'd have to rely on stealth instead of strength he guessed. Nice open spot with good sight lines if they were smart. There was a good number of farms out in Pike or Fayette. They would start there, head south southwest.
He light out a long sigh as he lowered himself into his favorite chair. The complications, the drama, all the frivolous events of the day just faded away as he lost himself in the soft glow of the glass tanks in front of him...
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Jul 23, 2016 20:07:51 GMT -8
Several days later...
DAY 89
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Oct 27, 2017 12:50:51 GMT -8
It has been several days ago, since Merle had come back from his tour through the woods and his little meeting with Blondie and Brownie. He had literally invited her to a home, but as haughty as chicks could be, she rather choosed death. Well, sooner or later at least. Not his problem though. The only one he cared for from that group of loosers was his little brother. Merle expected him to be alive. Daryl always had been a survivalist, that he had to admit.
Merle loudly knocked on the Governor's apartment's door. Loudly, because he wasn't exactly someone who was waiting for an answer before he entered, but yet respected the Governor's privacy, even though the door has been left ajar anyway. Probably because he already expected him. And so, as usual, he entered without actual permission.
"Wanted to see me?", Merle asked right away. His manners maybe weren't to the Governor's liking, at least that was what everyone must have thought, but not even one day had been past that Philip couldn't have count on this man, he once picked up drunken and alone.
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Jan 6, 2018 22:57:25 GMT -8
Philip had been standing in his living room looking out the window, his body in a relaxed pose. He saw Merle enter from the street below. He'd only take a few moments to traverse the stairs and the door was cracked. He felt like enjoying his position right here. The warm sun caressed his face. The room was well lit with the natural light. No need to waste the power from the generators.
His one hand rested on his hip, the other swirled a glass of bourbon. Warm. They all had to make sacrifices. Some kids ran back and forth playing manhunt in the streets below. He knew the game. They would grow to be the future generation of those who kept their town safe. And that game would always be a part of their life. A knock, the wooden door swung slightly on its hinges. "Wanted to see me?" came the inquiry.
The Governor turned to see his trusted lieutenant. His customary smile already on his face. "Why yes Merle I did. I appreciate ya coming over." The man was efficient no doubt about it, if more than a bit presumptuous. One of his little quirks. "I was hoping you would tell me a little more about these two I heard you ran into out on your last run. As I'm sure you've heard, we've been having an increase in refugees passing through our neck of the woods lately."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Feb 9, 2018 6:02:00 GMT -8
"I was hoping you would tell me a little more about these two I heard you ran into out on your last run. As I'm sure you've heard, we've been having an increase in refugees passing through our neck of the woods lately."
"Oh, them!", Merle replied with a crooked smile. "I doubt they'll pose any danger to us if that's what ya mean." He walked over to the window to have a look outside himself, more out of boredom than of interest though. Hm, or should he mention that he actually had invited them? Well, Blondie seemed to have been interested, even though she had refused in the end.
Merle turned around to Philip again, waiting for a more detailed interrogation.
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Feb 10, 2018 21:14:18 GMT -8
"I doubt they'll pose any danger to us if that's what ya mean." The Governor looked at Merle with his deadpan expression for a few moments then came that cryptic smile and a short soft breathy chuckle. "Well I should hope not, and seeing as how they were not on your heels that you didn't drag them back in. Probably for the best. Although if we do take in any stragglers they are easier to... stomach in smaller bites."
His hand left the blinds as they popped back up into place and he moved away from the window. He kept his eyes half on the other man as he moved over to his bar. Philip started to move his hand down the line of bottles, he was searching for just the right one. "What did you learn from them, were they just passing through? Part of a... larger group perhaps?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Feb 27, 2018 5:05:05 GMT -8
"Well I should hope not, and seeing as how they were not on your heels that you didn't drag them back in. Probably for the best. Although if we do take in any stragglers they are easier to... stomach in smaller bites."
Merle replied the Governor's breathy chuckle with one of his own, as his gaze turned once again out the window and back to his conversational partner inside of the room, watching him on the search of the best choice of a drink. Merle was someone still been able to enjoy a drink himself, despite the shit the world around had become. And so he approached the bar as well, half-lifted one of the bottles with his finger, as he listened to Philip's words. Merle was not exactly someone who asked for anything, but for sure the Governor knew he was lucky to have him.
"What did you learn from them, were they just passing through? Part of a... larger group perhaps?"
What the heck! This man had grown a friend to Merle and he'd do a lot of shit for him, so why not tell the whole truth? "Nothin' to learn from them.", he eventually answered with a hoarse chuckle. "Just two chicks on death route. I've known one of 'em a while ago. She'd been with the group I was. One more pitiful than the other." Except for his little brother Daryl. Merle even had told the Governor about him some time ago. He was not a man making a mystery of anything from his past. If Philip asked him if he had once shot an old friend's leg to survive himself, he would admit without moving a muscle.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 9, 2018 12:20:04 GMT -8
The two men continued their chat for some while until the Governor eventually had to accept that there was no other information to get about the people Merle had run into. At least no information Merle was willing to give right now.
There was no need to make anything a secret, but there was no need to tell him about the brother relationship with one of their mutual former group either. Maybe one day the Governor will find out on his own anyway. If Daryl and the group of pussys would ever make it here, that was. The fact that they almost had, while he had been out for a hunting trip these several days ago, would probably never come to Merle's knowledge; or maybe it wouldn't before a long time later at least.
Anyways, Merle surely wouldn't leave this place just to wander around like a meal on two feet, only to find out his brother was pretty dead. In addition, Daryl hadn't moved one finger to get him out of the shitty situation the others had left him to die. Merle might be able to forgive his brother, but, oh, he swore, if the others ever come into his sight again, they'll have some kind of sweet private talk.
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