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Rollin rollin rollin, rollin rollin rollin, rollin rollin rollin, rollin rollin rollin raaawhiiiiiiiiide move em on head em up move em on head em up rawhide! Cut em out, ride em in, cut em out, ride em in, rawhide

[Mission: you're still on the road. are you hungry yet. tired? too bad.]

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[crotchbite]

[ she's concerned because suddenly we had a much smaller group and now it's back to whacky numbers. looks over to him and shrugs ]

He drew first.

[sawedoff]

[it's just one guy.

one zombie virus carrying guy.]

Calm down, Rocky Raccoon. No one's pointing fingers. You just seem a little on edge.

[crotchbite]

[ pinches the bridge of her nose, making an amused sound. it's not very amused but you know. ]

I'm just tired. [ she straightens her shoulders and rolls them to relieve some pressure on them ]

[sawedoff]

[looks at her for another moment before lifting his chin in agreement. safe bet to hedge they're all pretty fucking tired rn]

How are you-

[makes a vague hand gesture at his midsection to allude to her getting swiss cheesed]

[crotchbite]

[ looks at him for a long ass moment and then quirks an eyebrow up, a little smile twitching at the corner of her lips ]

Good as new. But you should know, right? [ there's a little narrowing of her eyes behind them sunglasses. a question in there too. what is he ]

[sawedoff]

You'd think, but there's a whole world of crap about that guy that I just have no idea.

[blows off question with non-answer. not today ma'am. returns attention to the caravanning at hand]

You know the bullet's supposed to go in the other guy, right?

[crotchbite]

[ yeah that makes no sense, mr. no-non-human-goes-unregistered, but she really is tired and way too tired to argue. maybe sometime later because she wants to know how the hell did she survive two gunshots to the stomach with gentle jazz hands. ]

Hilarious. [ rolls her eyes and looks over her shoulder to michonne and crossbow-man. forgot his name already ] Didn't you get hit with a ricochet bullet on the train?

[sawedoff]

Yeah but that's different.

[it's not different at all. smiles over at her. the most shit eating.]

[crotchbite]

[ youuuuu. ]

[ lowers her sunglasses to look at him like. seriously. and pushes them back up ]

At least we got some nice artillery out of this. [ pats the shotgun. it's the one good thing that came out of this mess. the rest is just

horrible

even her new boots got stained with blood ]

[sawedoff]

Yeah, speaking of the stockpile, what're you in for as far as ammo?

[leans over to unholster his sidearm, popping the mag out to wave it at her]

One is the loneliest number but two is vying for the title.

[crotchbite]

[ takes the glock out and does the same ] Two. [ assembles it back ] Didn't use the revolver Cas handed to me, there's still six in there. [ tilts head to her bag ] But I did get a nice discount on the 1897 ammo.

[ you don't need orange glowy hands to get some stuff with tits like these okay ]

Didn't you get anything else? What about the-- [ vague hand gesture ] bald guy? Shane? Didn't he have a Beretta with him?

[sawedoff]

S'on Nick. Don't know how much he blew through. [if any] You picked up a model 1897?

[perks up a little as he clicks pistol back together and clips it back into place at his thigh] That's a sturdy lady. I learned to shoot with an 1887.

[guns]

[mercyless]

[ you have his bow now. ]

[ approaching them slowly. don't get any funny ideas now. ]

[nosleeves]

[what are they like deer]

[two of the quiest characters on the show hey hi]

[crotchbite]

[ finally a Nice topic ] Thought he had an Eagle. [ she could pick up that sound miles away but you know ]

Did you? [ laughs a little while making an impressed face; it's kind of funny, isn't it, since that's his freaking surname ] That's a good one to get started with.

[ reaches the back to get the shotgun and hands it to him so he can take a closer look since he looks like a giddy kid ]

Does Cas want the revolver back?

[sawedoff]

[wooo. don't mind if he does. handles it like a collector with stamps, all gingerly and shit. turns it over in his lap with a little smile before glancing back up to her]

Keep it. He's kinda operating at unfair advantage level as it is.

[holds it back out by the barrel as michonne and daryl catch up, throws a look back at them but moreso michonne. u good? we good? he coming?]

[mercyless]

[ yea he good he coming. ]

Daryl's comin' along if that's fine.

You can hold me responsible.

[crotchbite]

[ oh so you do know what he is, hm, dean?

takes it back and sets it on its place, slowing the horse down as the other two approach. glances over to michonne, arching an eyebrow to daryl, then back to silent warrior lady. do we have to hold her responsible? is he going to flip? what? missing the pills? ]

[sawedoff]

Let's just make sure it doesn't come to that.

[the last thing this shindig needs is romero. nods a greeting to daryl the redneckiest looking thing he's seen this side of hickland]

I'm Dean, that's Hel. Welcome to the party?

[like what do you say to newcomers anymore. sorry you got yanked out of your life to join us on a lotr journey? not that he's particularly sorry if he left a zombie apocalypse behind. he and michonne made out like bandits with this deal]

[nosleeves]

[way to talk me up]

[looks between them and nods]

Some party it's turnin' out to be. [arguably they already seem smarter than most, most people don't even arm themselves.]

[mercyless]

[ no pills, just a condition known as being a redneck. she's being cautious because they didn't have the best start. if they know she's willing to look after his ass, it might be easier to accept him and avoid drama. ]

Yeah, we're only gettin' started.

[ that's as much as help you're gonna get. takes her horse and leaves them to it. ]

[crotchbite]

[ lets dean introduce himself and her, taking a good long look at him and, particularly, his crossbow. it's a pretty sweet thing and if she had shot him, she'd take it

alas.

just tilts her head up, saying nothing before turning to dean ]

We should start thinking about finding somewhere to rest. [ cold nights in the desert, lack of food, yadda yadda, you know the drill ]

[sawedoff]

[watches michonne walk off before hel blows daryl off and it's just all in all a great howdy do. kind of looks between the two of them before smiling awkwardly. why does he always get caught in the middle of this weird interpersonal drama]

...Yeah. [looks around. there's nothin but desert for miles so they might as well make a spot here] Any good with that thing, Joe Dirt?

[let's make a hunting trip of it]

[nosleeves]

[slows to a stop with the rest of the caravan and gives him a Look. it's going to be a nickname war with you pretty boy. spits off to the side and hoists crossbow off his shoulder to check it routinely]

Hope you're not picky.

[because it'll probably be snake and rabbit maybe some armadillo]

[crotchbite]

[ charming gentleman.

arches up an eyebrow and looks at him, head to toe. gives a little nod to dean, as if pointing in the direction where the caravan is going, and gives daryl one last look. if he's good with that she'll be happy because they do need better shooters in this group if they're gonna delegate hunting tasks now that jacques roulet is gone

tugs the reigns of the horse and trots up to the caravan, giving it a little pat to inform whoever's driving to stop. set up camp, pass the message, etc ]