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Post by Ferryl Delorme on Jun 29, 2017 19:10:22 GMT
| Ferryl moved his arm around to test out the bandages and if they would hold. He winced with discomfort, but was pleased with the patch job Peyton had given him. This kid really knew what they were doing, eh? That was very, very useful, and Ferryl was appreciative he had run into them. Honestly, the terrible bite he had suffered would have been in worse shape if it wasn't for his company... Ferryl had to do something in return. But what? It didn't seem like the young teen was very fond of other people, so it was unlikely that they would want Ferryl to stick around for very long. Oh well, the wolf man would just take it in strides.
When Peyton nodded in acknowledgement that Ferryl had thanked them, the older teen let out a breath he had been holding and shoved his hands into his- still damp- pockets of his cargo shorts. For a brief moment, he considered putting on his shirt again but shrugged. It was ripped and bloodied, there had to be something in this dump that he could use as a new, cleaner shirt.
When Peyton flicked on the light and started to walk through the cathedral, Ferryl perked his ears up. At the invitation, he gladly started forward to catch up with Peyton. He lagged behind so not to get in Peyton's way or feel like he was taking up the younger teens personal space. If they didn't like to speak or interact, he would be a silent shadow at their back. A guardian of some sort. With ears still perked to pick up sounds, Ferryl scanned the area and gave a sniff. Using all his senses helped to pinpoint if there was anything worth looking at.
The dust was enough to make Ferryl sneeze three times in succession. This place could use a cleaning... heh. It wasn't like there were still people here with a duster to deal with it. But the debris was really irritating to his sensitive nose. He grumbled to himself in displeasure but didn't verbalize his complaints.
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Post by Peyton Nikolaev on Jun 30, 2017 1:10:32 GMT
In their usual quiet disposition the gender-fluid teenager watched as the older teen began to test their bandaging handy work. Observantly, Peyton watched to make certain that their work would not be ruined easily. Thankfully, the make-shift bandages held which was likely satisfying to both parties. The young teen would not be required to redo their job and Ferryl would no longer have to worry about his wound getting filthy. Their company said little after the way they behaved; clearly it was meant to be a respectful silence. Peyton could appreciate that. It vaguely implied that Ferryl was willing accept their attitude for how it was and not many were capable of accomplishing that. The younger teen presumed it may have been due to their helpfulness with his wound.
For a few moments while they watched the mysterious wolf man they listened to the drumming of rain hitting the cathedral. It seemed unlikely that the rain would be letting up on its wet assault anytime soon, but Peyton was mildly indifferent to the concept. They were maybe stuck in here with a fellow survivor, but Ferryl did not seem keen on pushing for social interaction and could clearly pick up on what their behavior was like. As they watched, they noted how the wolf man decided to keep their shirt off, likely due to the fact that their current one was absolutely ruined. The storage closet was full of clothing, thus the young teen presumed that he would likely retrieve a fresh one from there.
Once there was no need to keep their attention on Ferryl, Peyton went back to their previous plan. They had a cathedral to search and one that could possibly possess valuable supplies or things to entertain the little engineer. With that in mind, Peyton began walking towards the stairs that led downwards. When their light hit the staircase, the gender-fluid teenager noticed cobwebs littered the walls and roof, it appeared spiders had made this place home. The teen prayed that they were gone since they would likely be mutated otherwise. The silence suggested their absence since all Peyton could hear was their own footsteps alongside the steps on their companion who decided to join them. A glance back gave the dark haired teen a chance to notice that Ferryl was lagging behind in an attempt to respect personal space or to perhaps give himself some. Peyton brushed it off.
Slowly, they began to descend the stairs that gave a groan of protest to the weight being enforced onto them. The light that came from their flashlight revealed a few cracks in the wooden stairs and more mold spots. It seemed likely this place was unused prior to the apocalypse.
"Be careful," Peyton said in a neutral tone. They did not bother with an explanation.
By some miracle they reached the bottom of the steps without incident, their light pouring on piles upon piles of boxes alongside more cobwebs. They did an initial assessment to make certain there were no threats before turning towards the stairs and letting their light shine on it. Leaving Ferryl to stumble down those stairs seemed a little too rude, even to Peyton's standards. Not to mention they were fairly sure that if the wolf man got injured again they would have to patch him up and probably help him back up the stairs.
| AMIDST THE QUIET, STONY FACE, TURNING GEARS STAY.
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MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
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Homosexual
I joined in January 1970. I've made 15 posts and threads.
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Post by Ferryl Delorme on Jul 10, 2017 19:06:48 GMT
| Before Peyton could go too far, Ferryl broke away to enter the storage closet they had previously looked through together. There were altar boy shirts and some dusty formal wear. He did not look too impressed. Ferryl started pushing clothes aside, looking for something a little less annoying to wear. He hated clothing with sleeves. Maybe if he dug far enough he could find... there it was! Ferryl pulled out a black t-shirt with only a single hole in it. Probably due to a moth or something like it. It didn't much matter, a shirt was a shirt. He slipped it on and walked out, quickly finding Peyton once more thanks to the flashlight they brandished.
A look of skepticism crossed Ferryl's face as they both headed towards some old looking stairs. The dark sketched Ferryl out... anything or one could hide in the dark. His heart began to pick up in pace, causing his senses to go in full operation. The blood in his ears pumped, allowing him to hear every sound that was made. He mainly only heard the creaking of steps as the two small people made their way down. Despite the warning Peyton gave, Ferryl was confident they could make it down. Neither of them weighed too much.
Ferryl was thankful that Peyton shone the light on the stairs so he could safely make it down beside him. The kid didn't have to do that, but he did. That meant something to Ferryl.
"We should be careful." It was caution that caused him to speak up. There were also notes of worry in his voice. What would the two of them find down here? There was nothing but the smell of dust and mold down here. His eyes were wide as he followed Peyton's light, trying to scan the place for danger or potential valuables.
Ferryl moved slowly, looking around at the old desks, drawers, and abandoned boxes that were down here. He crept slowly towards the boxes, head tilted in curiosity. What was in them? He poked at the box, curious, and finally opened up the top, jumping back at a bug that flew out. It was a fly... an ordinary looking fly. Except that it was as large as a baseball. "Ew!" He yelped, slashing at it with his clawed hand but missing. He was going to kill it! What if this nasty ass bug had some sort of menacing power?
Just like a dog, he began to chase the fly around, growling, biting, and trying to slash it out of the sky. The commotion he was causing could very well be deemed as annoying to his younger companion.
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Post by Peyton Nikolaev on Jul 13, 2017 3:41:17 GMT
As their companion descended the basement steps, Peyton noticed that Ferryl had dawned a new shirt. Presumably, the shirt came from the storage room where they had gotten supplies for makeshift bandages. It was likely they had broke off for a moment to fetch himself something to cover his torso while they were lingering around the stairs. The phlegmatic teen shrugged off the difference in appearance, it was not a matter of concern and it was probable that the cathedral was cold. With their commonly silent disposition they watched with a neutral expression as the wolf man descended the old stairs. They both seemed to possess a light weight, something that they were likely both thankful for. Lacking in muscle or fat weight when going down old moldy stairs was definitely a good thing.
Once their companion managed to successfully get down the stairs, Peyton's flashlight returned to shining beams of light over the decayed boxes. Most of the cardboard boxes had suffered water damage, some even to the point where they had split open, spilling their contents onto the hard floor. Pipes traveled across the roof and too an eerie water heater that also wore copious cobwebs similar to the rest of the room. It generally gave Peyton a creepy vibe, they did not desire to remain down here for longer than necessary. The entire scene made the fifteen year old a tad frightened due to their active imagination, but they did not display it on their face. As far as anyone was concerned, they were completely indifferent to the spooky basement. They nodded when Ferryl stated they should be careful and noted the slight worried tone. Peyton could hardly blame him for that, this basement was absolutely terrifying. It seemed like something you would discover in a horror movie!
After a second assessment of the room, Peyton began to walk towards one of the many stacks of old boxes and wished they had gloves. These boxes all seemed to be a mixture of dust covered or outrageously damp and moldy. Slowly, they opened the top box, watching as dust particles were flung into the air, all glittering in the shine of their flashlight. It made Peyton cough, close their eyes and fan the air around them to banish the dust. When they opened their eyes again, their light struck a box filled with old, moldy Bibles that had likely been left to rot in time. They briefly wondered how the cathedral's worshiped god felt about the poor condition of their precious religious books. Their pondering was cut short when they heard a loud yelp, the beating of wings, growls and loud footsteps. A small sigh escaped Peyton's mouth, what had their companion gotten himself into now?
They turned, watching the rather interesting display of a man chasing a giant fly around as though he was a dog. It was a comical situation, like something seen in cartoons, but it mildly annoyed the younger teen. The giant fly seemed relatively harmless if Ferryl could chase it around, but there could never be certainty nowadays. Thus, Peyton merely watched with the common neutral disposition to see if their companion would capture the fly. It was a somewhat amusing display, but they only mentally laughed and let their face remain stony cold.
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MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
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