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Post by Medieval Kevin on Nov 12, 2013 18:26:38 GMT -8
Woodbury
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The Wall
The main wall surrounding the town of Woodbury. This covers several blocks across roads and between buildings to keep the citizens safe from attack.  |
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Daryl Dixon
Getting Hooked
That's the third time you're pointing that thing at my head. You gonna pull the trigger or what?
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Post by Daryl Dixon on Nov 6, 2014 11:21:04 GMT -8
Rick Rick stood facing the wall, he heard the car doors behind him as the group started to trickle over. T-Dog waited with Lori and Carl at his request. He didn't want her here. Despite all that had happened he would make sure they stayed safe. That was about all that was left he could do for them... For Lori's... He shook the thought as he glanced to his left and right, looking Hershel and Daryl in the eyes before his returned back to the object in front of them. "Rick, I think we should make contact. Show whoever is inside we mean them no harm. This could be the place we need right now," the older man finished as he nodded towards the car where their first family waited. "Provided these people aren't as bad as the last bunch. I'd wait on that tray of brownies." Daryl finished without looking at either of his companions. Rick just slightly bobbed his head as he put one foot in front of the next. "Keep your weapons ready." |
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 13, 2014 20:31:07 GMT -8
Maggie looked away from the wall as Hershel approached. Alone. Her green eyes turned back towards the Hundai...more specifically to Glenn, who still sat in the backseat. There was something going on with him and it didn't sit right with her that she didn't know what it was.
"Rick, I think we should make contact. Show whoever is inside we mean them no harm. This could be the place we need right now,"
Her father's voice brought her back to the task at hand. She desperately wanted to believe him. To be able to think that these were the right kind of people and that they finally found a safe place even though everything in her doubted there was such a thing anymore.
Maggie used to see the good in people. It was how Hershel Greene raised his children- always look for in others what you want to see in yourself. She knew there was evil in the world, even before all this, but then she could still the good. Never was it this hard. Never did it feel so hopeless.
"Provided these people aren't as bad as the last bunch. I'd wait on that tray of brownies."
It seemed Daryl agreed with her. The skin on her arms prickled with goosebumps as she tensed at the reminder of what they left behind. "Daryl's right. We have no way of knowing what kind of people are in there."
It seemed like the thought had occurred to Rick but he had already made up his mind. There was no talking him out of it now.
"Keep your weapons ready."
He pulled his own while he walked, casually resting it in his hand. The stance was deceptive as he could easily, and quickly, pull it into action with deadly accuracy.
As the group moved forward towards the wall, Maggie hesitated. Once more she threw a look at the Hundai where two of the three most important people in her life waited behind. 'Glen will protect Beth.' she told herself. Not that Beth needed much protection. Maggie smiled slightly at the thought of the youngest Greene showing that she was not only capable of taking care of herself but her older sister also. Beth, who could survive in this world but still see the good in others. It was possible. Had to be.
With renewed fervor, Maggie quickened her step to catch up with the others.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Dec 14, 2014 2:48:18 GMT -8
Beth' heart was beating faster, as she watched her father approaching the others on the wall. There was something inside her called hope. Hope, that behind this wall there could be people, who would welcome them and offer them a new home. But there also was something different. Fear. Fear, that they could be people, fighting them without any mercy. How could they know?
Her eyes followed her father's steps, approaching her sister. Beth wasn't able to look into her face from her position, but she knew that Maggie was thinking the same. She felt it. Beth' dad always had a good intuition regarding strangers. If he was believing in hope, then it must have been the right thing.
Without thinking twice Beth got out of the Hundai, didn't see her sister watching her. She was too quick to let someone of the others inside the car stop her. So she shut the door behind without looking back at them. With slow steps she walked to the others, standing in front of the wall, and without any word she reached her father's side and linked arms with him. She didn't want to be the little girl in need anymore. She could help too. She still had the weapon, resting in the back of her belt, and she wouldn't hesitate ever again to save someone of her family.
With brave drawing on her face, Beth stood still on her father's side, watching the wall in front of them.
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Hershel Greene
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Post by Hershel Greene on Dec 14, 2014 6:00:19 GMT -8
Hershel
It seemed more than a few were against him, including his eldest daughter to his surprise. "Daryl's right. We have no way of knowing what kind of people are in there." The older man turned his gaze to Maggie but didn't say a word. Rick was moving again and it seemed they would have to make the best of it.
It wouldn't be the last time he worried about the state of mind of his girls. They seemed to be distancing themselves from him ever so slightly and he just wanted to be there for them. Given how he had handled things on the farm though he could not blame them. The healing would take time. To his surprise he felt a hand slip into his as Bethy came up to his side and walked with them. In that moment he needed that support, her father was glad she was with them as someone hailed Rick from the top of the wall. "Not a step further cowboy, what's your purpose here in Woodbury."
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 14, 2014 6:48:09 GMT -8
She shouldn't have been surprised that Beth caught up with the group. No, what surprised her far more was that Glenn had not. She shook her head and altered her course slightly to the left, coming to stop by her father's right side. They would face this as a family.
All eyes were on the motley crew of survivors now at the base of the wall. From this vantage point, Maggie could see the differences between them. The people on the wall were clean- from their skin to their clothes. A stark difference to the dirt and grime that seemed to cling to each of the survivors outside of the wall.
One of the men stepped forward, raising his bow and pointing an arrow down towards Rick.
"Not a step further cowboy, what's your purpose here in Woodbury."
Rick was silent for a moment, sizing up the man above him. Seemingly satisfied, he offered, "We're looking for shelter." The sheriff still didn't let his guard down, his firearm not leaving his hand. "We were hoping that you took people in."
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Dec 14, 2014 14:24:43 GMT -8
Philip
The conversation was not going anywhere from what he could hear as he approached the wall. The Governor saw Shumpert with an arrow nocked, silent as the grave. They knew not to make any snap decisions. It was time to find out who they where dealing with as Blake reached the top and stood beside the bowman, looking down on the new arrivals.
"We were hoping that you took people in."
"That all depends... On whether I approve." He didn't like the sight of this group. There were five of them and possibly more in that convoy parked a block back. Larger groups were more work and didn't tend to mix well into their little sanctuary.
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Post by unwrittentales on Dec 27, 2014 12:14:30 GMT -8
Glenn
When the car stopped he felt exhausted. His thoughts where still back at that part of the road where he might have seen anyone. And as often as he thought about the situation he always started imagining helpless people deeply in need for any help. Could he imagine what had happened with them when the Greens hadn't accepted them on the farm? Or the former group in Atlanta just hadn't found together so everyone had to fight on their own.
Thoughtfully he took of his baseball cap when the sound of a slamming door could be heard. He looked up and suddenly realized, that everyone else had already left the car. They were now standing in front of that wall.
His eyes stayed on Maggie's back for a while. And from one second to the other he made the decision to follow them. Slowly he opened the car's door and looked to T-Dog and back to Maggie for a last time before approaching the others.
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Daryl Dixon
Getting Hooked
That's the third time you're pointing that thing at my head. You gonna pull the trigger or what?
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Post by Daryl Dixon on Dec 27, 2014 16:12:23 GMT -8
Daryl
It had been a no brainer when that bowman on the wall had drawn on them. Daryl just looked back... down the sights of his crossbow, a bolt loaded and ready. Then they had some damn inquisition on the wall, and suddenly they where on trial. "That all depends... On whether I approve."
This guy could kiss his ass, and he was okay with telling him right to his face. Rick beat him to the punch. "And what exactly is it going to take," Daryl found his own temper subside, as usual Rick had enough boiling in him for the lot of them combined. And he could sense their leader's hackles raising. It didn't take much. "... getting on your good side?" He found himself wondering why he hadn't walked away from the camp by the road. The night after the farm fell... It was too late, at least right now, though he was determined that whatever happened he would be walking away from this one.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Dec 28, 2014 12:25:02 GMT -8
Beth was standing like frozen with the others in front of the wall. She even hadn't noticed that meanwhile Glenn has joined them as well.
"We were hoping that you took people in.", Rick answered to one of the man standing at the top of the wall, when suddenly another one made his appearence.
"That all depends... On whether I approve.", he answered with a voice, which sent a chill down Beth' spine. She couldn't explain it to herself, but she had a really bad feeling about this man.
Beth' hand automatically reached her father's and gave it a little squeeze. Maybe to let him know about her feelings. About the thought, that something here wasn't right and that it maybe would be better to just leave.
"And what exactly is it going to take,""... getting on your good side?", their leader wanted to know in rage.
Beth was waiting for an answer in silence, just like all the others. All eyes seemed to stay at the blonde man at the top of the wall.
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Hershel Greene
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Post by Hershel Greene on Dec 28, 2014 15:14:13 GMT -8
Hershel
It didn't help that those men leered over the wall at them. Ricks group was already on the defensive. But something about this Governors words did not seem right. He might convince those with him but Beths hand slipping into Hershels let the older man know they had to trust themselves.
"Rick, we can't let them push us. There is nothing to gain from this if we let our emotions get the best of us." He had intended for that to be between them but the leader on the wall laughed a humorless chortle.
"We're not going anywhere unless he can give us one good reason why we can't be accepted in. We can work this out to both our advantage. We need this!" Rick blurted out, against Hershel's advisement.
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 28, 2014 17:16:00 GMT -8
The situation was escalating quickly. Maggie could see it in the simmering anger just under Rick's skin and in the tensing muscles of the armed citizens of Woodbury. They were going to have to walk away from this while they still could. She looked towards her father and was surprised when another familiar face entered her sight. Glenn. Maybe there was hope after all.
"Rick, we can't let them push us. There is nothing to gain from this if we let our emotions get the best of us."
Hershel had been ever increasingly taking on the voice of reason since they left the farm behind and now was no different. 'Listen to him.' Maggie urged silently, wishing not for the first time that the Rick she had first met on the farm would take over again for a while. He needed to get control of himself again. For a second, it seemed like he might until the man in charge standing above them started to laugh, a sound that made Maggie's skin crawl like nails running across a chalk board. The fire immediately returned to Rick's eyes. "We're not going anywhere unless he can give us one good reason why we can't be accepted in. We can work this out to both our advantage. We need this!"
At the passion in Rick's voice, a few of the watchmen on the wall raised their weapons a bit straighter. This was going to get them all killed and there was nothing she could do about it.
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Dec 28, 2014 20:08:28 GMT -8
Philip
The situation was started to get under Blake's skin, as he let out a bitter laugh. Now this man had the nerve to try and strong arm him into, what? Coming to their rescue? Pulling their weight or giving some kind of charity?
No... he didn't want it... he didn't want them... "I'm thinking you aught to take a stroll on down the road. Find a nice little piece of something... somewhere else. We aren't taking in anyone now. Especially not someone who runs his mouth and has a problem with authority." The Governor's word was final and he crossed his arms, looking down on Rick. His hand just above his sidearm.
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Daryl Dixon
Getting Hooked
That's the third time you're pointing that thing at my head. You gonna pull the trigger or what?
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Post by Daryl Dixon on Mar 8, 2015 12:19:28 GMT -8
Daryl
He didn't have everything all figured out, whatever he put forth for everyone to see. But in moments like these you did have to take a side. You couldn't just wait it out. Daryl was no fool, he could see the look in Rick's eyes and had been around him long enough to know that meant trouble. He wondered if Shane had seen that look before he died. This wasn't going to go his way though. Rick couldn't see it.
Daryl would rather the monster he knew, and that meant keeping his little dictatorship going. They could have an intervention later. "I'm thinking you aught to take a stroll on down the road. Find a nice little piece of something... somewhere else. We aren't taking in anyone now. Especially not someone who runs his mouth and has a problem with authority." The fires of hell burned in those eyes at that point and Rick just stared at the man up on high. Moments strained by one by one and it was baffling how anyone couldn't hear the pounding of heartbeats counting each second.
"Rick..." The name broke the silence as Daryl had turned his attention on their leader. Having lowered his crossbow he placed his one hand on the barrel of the python, keeping it at bay. An almost imperceptible shake of his head voiced what else he hadn't said. At that moment he saw something in his companion that gave him some hope for them all. Rick just clenched his jaw and relaxed his shoulders ever so slightly.
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Hershel Greene
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Post by Hershel Greene on Mar 8, 2015 12:38:24 GMT -8
Hershel
This had turned sour and while the older man was willing to admit to himself now more than ever that he had been wrong, it had been worth a shot. It was always best to be sure of what one had to do. "We need to go now." He said to those around him. "We won't be overstaying our welcome." Hershel added to the man above them.
He was glad that Daryl was tending to Rick, he truly didn't think there was anyone in the group better suited for that job right now. He took his hands and slipped them through the arms of Maggie and Beth and started to get them moving. Keeping everything slow and methodical he made sure not to make any threatening motions as there were now more armed people on the wall. "Glenn." Was all he needed to say to the young man who seemed to snap out of his trance. "Let's get back to the cars now." Saying a little prayer he placed himself in between his girls and the sights of the people behind them.
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Post by Storyteller on Apr 19, 2015 16:42:46 GMT -8
There was nothing stopping those people on the wall from mowing down the lot of them while their backs were turned. It'd be simple. Safer knowing that they weren't just going to come back later, regrouped and ready to take the safe haven for themselves. That knowledge kept the tension in Maggie's shoulders as Hershel led her and Beth back towards the car. She could tell what he was doing, putting himself between them and the danger that remained. In most other circumstances, Maggie would have protested but she knew it was futile at the moment. So she just took Beth's hand and kept walking over the trash strewn street.
With every step, the cars came closer and the armed strangers were left behind. Maggie felt Glenn fall into step just behind her, his warm hand gently landing on her shoulder. A sign of comfort. They were almost there.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 18, 2015 13:20:47 GMT -8
"We need to go now.""We won't be overstaying our welcome.", Beth heard her father's words next to her.
She let out a quite sigh of relief. For a moment she really has feared Rick would start a fight with the men above. Another fight was the last they needed right now. They all were tired and exhausted, some of them even wounded. Beth felt her father's hand at her arm and the touch gave her a warm feeling. A feeling of home. Even if there was no home around them, she always find it in her family. Her father and her sister, who was taking her other hand. They were everything she needed. As long as they were with her, it didn't matter where they had to live. Together they walked over to the cars, seeking out for a new place to stay.
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Hershel Greene
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Post by Hershel Greene on May 30, 2015 7:53:20 GMT -8
Hershel
There steps echoed between the empty buildings and back at them from the wall behind. It was a lonely cold sound and seemed to drone on forever as the cars felt like miles away. The older man was glad when he finally felt the comforting feeling of the doors handle in his hand. Pulling it open he made way for his girls to get inside. As they passed, Hershel's eyes wandered to Glenn. He had not shaken that haunted look since they had left the roadside house some time before. "Are you still with us Glenn?" he said with a forced smile. When no response came he kept going, "It's time to go for a good old Sunday drive. We'll head home soon enough." Home... They needed to find something but Hershel wasn't going to let the thought die until they did indeed find it. Wherever there was...
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Post by Medieval Kevin on May 30, 2015 8:03:18 GMT -8
Philip
He watched them depart with contempt. These people posed a threat and here he was letting them go. The people on the wall next to him... They knew. And they knew what he usually did about that too. He trusted them. Not with his life but to at least get the job done. There would be no job this time though. He didn't like that man that lead them. But they were strong enough without being structured. Something he could work with. It needed an investment of time and patience. They needed to be broken like a stallion. And they would be and then they would be back. Just the way he wanted them.
He prided himself on seeing these things. That was how this community continued to work. He wouldn't throw away an asset as long as it had value left. And if they didn't come back? Then they were dead and not worth his effort. His scowl turned to a smile as he reached out to them before they were completely out of earshot. "Best of luck out there, it'll be dark soon. Have a safe ride." Taking his leave of the wall the governor turned his head to the side, "Keep a double watch tonight," he directed at Martinez before leaving them to their task.
**Philip exits to his apartment.**
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Post by Medieval Kevin on May 30, 2015 16:24:42 GMT -8
Daryl
"Best of luck out there, it'll be dark soon. Have a safe ride." He had kept his eyes on the wall the whole time his group had moved away but that was the worst part. There was something else behind that mans actions, and it pissed Daryl off. Up went his middle finger. He'd have done it to the guy's face but the honcho had left his perch. Their group was just about loaded back into the cars when he finally let his attention rest on his bike. The engine roared to life as they took to the road once more.
The hope they'd get to settle down never lasted long. Only long enough to keep reminding them of what they'd lost. The quarry. The CDC. The farm. And now a town, a town with a wall. And people... Assholes more like it. There was a walker laying in the street before him, one arm reached up feebly towards the bike. It went flying every which way as his front tire passed right over it and ripped a path right through its rotten skull as he tried to leave it all behind. Including that man named Daryl Dixon.
**Group exits to the open road**
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