by Tediz » Thu May 14, 2009 12:45 am
((OOC: Hey KP, I got your message on MSN but I'm grounded from it, and my Mom caught me sneaking on. I'm allowed to RP on the site because she encourages my writing, but don't expect me on MSN for another three weeks unless I'm being sneaky lol))
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Jack heard a thunk to his left and his eyes glanced over, seeing a small stone hit the wall. He watched it fall to the ground, and then slowly without moving his body, turned his head from where the trajectory would have come from. There he saw a blond haired man, dressed completely in black.
Jack sighed heavily inside his mask, then slowly reached out of the window, grasping onto the stone wall outside with a gloved hand. He leaned outside, looking to the right and then the left even slower. He saw no Undead, and based on the way the man was dressed, The desperate and running didn't tend to look so sharp, he would probably have something of use on him. Of course, Jack had run into other people before, but he just kept them around until he needed to trip them or steal something off of them. He considered inviting the man and robbing him. He didn't need anybody's help to survive.
Still, the man had a certain... Look, about him. He was standing in the street, seemed unafraid of the peril he had to know would soon be around him, and above all, he just looked so confident and clean. Jack knew the look. Like Jack, he was what he needed to be. A survivor. This man knew what to do to survive. He didn't have Jack's rugged, musty, dirty look though. He probably had some sort of safe house.
All this information swirled through Jack's mind as he tried to decide what to do. After a while, he made his decision. Jack wasn't going to go out into the streets without knowing for certain the man had a place to go. So, he slipped off his backpack, starting to move various objects around inside, then pulled out a long rope. He walked over to the window, throwing it out so that it reached the ground outside, then tied it to one of the kitchen table legs. He looked down at the man.
Then he stuck his gloved hand out, and slowly, almost creepily, made a 'come here' gesture with his index finger.
Be not forgetful to entertain strangers; for thereby some have entertained angels unawares - Hebrews 13:2