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Original poster
Location: Sci-Port Museum, Shreveport LA
Interactions: Otto, Tyrese [collab post w/ @Dakota K5]
Mentions: Evie, Toby, Bobbie, Marcus, Tommy
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Tyrese's hand on his shoulder made Dexter pause, and he listened to the man's somehow reassuringly deep voice. He closed his eyes, rubbing a hand across his face. "I just need some air, man." He whispered, pulling away and quitting through the door. Dexter let the door shut behind him, before he lifted his blood-stiffened shirt and reached down to touch his side, white-hot pain flaring up where his fingers met the bandage over the wound. It was a mistake to leave the others, he knew that, but he couldn't bring himself to stay if Otto was going to continuously challenge him.
Otto gave out a sigh, he wanted to be angry, he really did, but him being angry wouldn't help the situation at all, so off he went after Dexter. He would take his time, no point in rushing for a stubborn asshole. He made his way to the door and opened it slightly. "Dexter, I want to speak with you but you need to call your dog off because if it attacks me I am sorry to say I will shoot it." Otto liked Hero, he liked all dogs, but he was not going to stand for getting bit because Dexter was in a 'mood'.
Dexter had only made it a quarter a block before he heard Otto's voice call out from the doorway. He looked over his shoulder, murmuring a command to Hero to stand down. The dog seemed relieved, and if it wouldn't have been exceedingly painful, Dexter would have reached down to pat him. He put himself between Otto's line of sight and the dog, regardless, now facing the Sci-Port. "What do you want, Otto?" He asked, careful to keep his voice as quiet as he could and still be heard. He didn't see any Infected right now, but there was no sense in shouting and possibly drawing them here.
Otto had had his rifle out just in case but when he saw Dexter stand Hero down he went ahead and slung it over his shoulder as he made his way out towards the man, making sure to keep and eye out for infected or any other threats. It was a short walk to get to Dexter or at least close enough he would be able to speak in a normal voice and not attract any infected. "Look, I ain't gonna say I'm sorry, or try and convince you to come back, but I am going to lay the facts of the situation on you. First, you are wounded, and the wound has become infected alright. I can smell it from here and I don't know about you but normally a lone man with a infected wound ain't gonna make it that far. Second, how are you gonna deal with anymore then one infected or hell a raider with how you are right now? I said for you to go to the hotel because as it stands right now you are a dead man walking with that infection, you need to stay put in one location until your're healed and if you let your pride stand in the way of you thinking rationally you're gonna get yourself killed, or worse, others killed." Otto finished as the light pitter patter of the rain bounced of them and the ground around them.
Unflinching as the man closed the distance between them, Dex stared at Otto with tired eyes. Despite the two days' rest, he was still both mentally and physically exhausted. "I can take care of myself." He said unconvincingly. "I did fine before I met you and I'll get on just fine now." Of course, last time he was on his own he'd had two fewer holes in his body, but what can ya do. "I know it's infected." He continued. "Which is why I suggested the hospital in the first place - before it's bad enough to keep me from going."
"Dexter when we first met you didn't have two holes in your torso." Otto said, unknowingly echoing Dexter's thoughts. "You were doing just fine? Dexter I ain't a fool, you were doing fine physically but since the day we met you haven't been doing well mentally. Now I didn't and still won't ask what happened before we met out of kindness, because what ever it was must have been tragic, but that is beside the point right now." Otto spoke with a softened voice. "I figure that Tyrese, Marcus if he comes along, and I would get a list of proper antibiotics and the like from our resident doctor inside then head to the hospital to get those while you stay with the others at the hotel, because we can be faster but the others will still need someone who knows how to fight with them if things go south. Plus, despite you yelling at Evie earlier she would be more likely to not shoot you as you are already wounded, rather then I if you encounter her in the hotel." Otto paused to take a breath. "Look, I get that you see yourself as the leader of this group Dexter, but understand until you are able to face what ever has been dogging you since I met you, your ability to lead this group is kinda compromised and I ain't saying this because I want to lead, I am saying this as fact. Now I ain't gonna force you to face that demon that haunts you but until you do I am gonna take the leadership of this group and do what I think is best to get us to DC or at least the first sign of a real settlement." Otto again paused, this time to let Dexter speak.
"I never asked to be leader of anything." Dexter protested, shaking his head. "Least of all this group. I agreed to travel with you and Evie because it makes sense to. We were safer in numbers, but not like this." He waved his hand in the general direction of the door they'd both exited, ignoring the spike of pain the motion caused. "What happened in my past doesn't matter any more than what's happened since we met. Nothing can change the past, we can only change the future. And the only way I know how to do that is to get to DC." His voice had risen a bit, face flushed from a mixture of fever and emotion. It was, perhaps an odd thing to say given he had mentioned the possibility of a cure to no one, but he wasn't thinking as clearly as he usually did.
He ruffled the hair on the back of his head, an irritated gesture despite his attempts to stay cool. He didn't like feeling helpless, and this was helplessness in its highest form. Even the short walk to where he'd ended up now had exhausted him. "What do you expect me to do, Otto? What would you do if you were in my position?"
Otto made a gesture with his hand for Dexter to lower his voice, no need to start a battle with the infected. "Well Dexter, we gotta deal with the hand we got, not the hand we wish we had. I would've loved to have been traveling light with just you, Evie, and Tyrese but as you just said, we can't change the past. I don't know what is in DC for you, what it'll change but I said I would help you get there." Otto stopped and looked around, he thought he heard something, but nothing showed itself so he looked to Dexter again. "Well Dexter if our positions were reversed, I would trust you to make the right choices and decide what is best for the group until I could give my input without looking like I was about to pass out." Otto spoke as he grabbed his canteen and handed it to Dexter. "Here, you need this a bit more than I do from the looks of it."
Reaching out to take the canteen, Dexter mumbled a thanks, draining half of what was left in his first pull. That's another thing they needed to do - find a reliable source of water. Maybe some sort of raincatcher, if they ever found somewhere worth setting up an actual camp. Not wanting to deplete Otto's water entirely, he handed it back. "I really look that bad?" Sure he felt like shit, but he was generally good at keeping that sort of thing hidden.
"Take the rest." Otto offered, pushing the canteen back into Dexter's hand. He took it with another mumbled thanks. "And yes you look that bad, you looked that bad back inside, too, and I am surprised no one else said anything to you. Look Dexter I get that it hits you in your pride when I give what is perceived as an order but I am merely doing what I think will keep us all alive, when I picked you up the other day and carried you that was because any undue movement, including walking, might have opened your wound again. I don't do things like that for no reason Dexter I am merely looking out for you and everyone else." He spoke to the man.
"After the way I yelled at Evie they're probably scared I'll shoot them if they try and talk to me." He smirked, rubbing a hand over his stubble laden cheek. The prospect didn't bother him in the least. Hero pressed against his legs and Dex glanced down, noting the dog's agitated state. "We should get moving." He said quietly. "To... the hotel, I guess." The smirk fell from his face as he found himself agreeing with Otto. He truly was in no state to walk all the way to the hospital, and was willing to admit that at this point, if only to himself. "But I think you should take the doctor with you, to the hospital. It's not as easy as writing a list. By now, it will probably have been rummaged through by many hands, and you'll be picking through scraps. Finding things specific will be hard if you don't have someone on hand who will recognize what you're picking up on site."
"Well first we need to get the others, and I doubt they are scared of you - maybe Hero but you ain't much to be scared of." Otto said with humor in his voice, making a joke at Dexter's expense to lighten the mood a little. "We will see what the doctor says himself, he might not want to leave his sister." Otto spoke, not too sure about either Toby or Bobbie.
After a moment, Dexter nodded. "Alright." He took a step back towards the Sci-Port. He needed to sit back down, maybe find something to use as some sort of crutch for the next time they left, since walking proved to be more of a challenge than he'd originally anticipated. The two of them walked back towards the door, albeit more slowly than ideal. Hero followed them closely, still anxious at being out in the open, until they were in the Sci-Port once more and the door shut behind them.
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BACKPACK (DEXTER):
Items: 4
.50 Cal Desert Eagle (no rounds)
Glock G29 (13 loaded + 35 boxed)
Hunting Knife, with sheath
Bottle of Meperidine (13 pills)
Food: none
Water: none
Interactions: Otto, Tyrese [collab post w/ @Dakota K5]
Mentions: Evie, Toby, Bobbie, Marcus, Tommy
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Tyrese's hand on his shoulder made Dexter pause, and he listened to the man's somehow reassuringly deep voice. He closed his eyes, rubbing a hand across his face. "I just need some air, man." He whispered, pulling away and quitting through the door. Dexter let the door shut behind him, before he lifted his blood-stiffened shirt and reached down to touch his side, white-hot pain flaring up where his fingers met the bandage over the wound. It was a mistake to leave the others, he knew that, but he couldn't bring himself to stay if Otto was going to continuously challenge him.
Otto gave out a sigh, he wanted to be angry, he really did, but him being angry wouldn't help the situation at all, so off he went after Dexter. He would take his time, no point in rushing for a stubborn asshole. He made his way to the door and opened it slightly. "Dexter, I want to speak with you but you need to call your dog off because if it attacks me I am sorry to say I will shoot it." Otto liked Hero, he liked all dogs, but he was not going to stand for getting bit because Dexter was in a 'mood'.
Dexter had only made it a quarter a block before he heard Otto's voice call out from the doorway. He looked over his shoulder, murmuring a command to Hero to stand down. The dog seemed relieved, and if it wouldn't have been exceedingly painful, Dexter would have reached down to pat him. He put himself between Otto's line of sight and the dog, regardless, now facing the Sci-Port. "What do you want, Otto?" He asked, careful to keep his voice as quiet as he could and still be heard. He didn't see any Infected right now, but there was no sense in shouting and possibly drawing them here.
Otto had had his rifle out just in case but when he saw Dexter stand Hero down he went ahead and slung it over his shoulder as he made his way out towards the man, making sure to keep and eye out for infected or any other threats. It was a short walk to get to Dexter or at least close enough he would be able to speak in a normal voice and not attract any infected. "Look, I ain't gonna say I'm sorry, or try and convince you to come back, but I am going to lay the facts of the situation on you. First, you are wounded, and the wound has become infected alright. I can smell it from here and I don't know about you but normally a lone man with a infected wound ain't gonna make it that far. Second, how are you gonna deal with anymore then one infected or hell a raider with how you are right now? I said for you to go to the hotel because as it stands right now you are a dead man walking with that infection, you need to stay put in one location until your're healed and if you let your pride stand in the way of you thinking rationally you're gonna get yourself killed, or worse, others killed." Otto finished as the light pitter patter of the rain bounced of them and the ground around them.
Unflinching as the man closed the distance between them, Dex stared at Otto with tired eyes. Despite the two days' rest, he was still both mentally and physically exhausted. "I can take care of myself." He said unconvincingly. "I did fine before I met you and I'll get on just fine now." Of course, last time he was on his own he'd had two fewer holes in his body, but what can ya do. "I know it's infected." He continued. "Which is why I suggested the hospital in the first place - before it's bad enough to keep me from going."
"Dexter when we first met you didn't have two holes in your torso." Otto said, unknowingly echoing Dexter's thoughts. "You were doing just fine? Dexter I ain't a fool, you were doing fine physically but since the day we met you haven't been doing well mentally. Now I didn't and still won't ask what happened before we met out of kindness, because what ever it was must have been tragic, but that is beside the point right now." Otto spoke with a softened voice. "I figure that Tyrese, Marcus if he comes along, and I would get a list of proper antibiotics and the like from our resident doctor inside then head to the hospital to get those while you stay with the others at the hotel, because we can be faster but the others will still need someone who knows how to fight with them if things go south. Plus, despite you yelling at Evie earlier she would be more likely to not shoot you as you are already wounded, rather then I if you encounter her in the hotel." Otto paused to take a breath. "Look, I get that you see yourself as the leader of this group Dexter, but understand until you are able to face what ever has been dogging you since I met you, your ability to lead this group is kinda compromised and I ain't saying this because I want to lead, I am saying this as fact. Now I ain't gonna force you to face that demon that haunts you but until you do I am gonna take the leadership of this group and do what I think is best to get us to DC or at least the first sign of a real settlement." Otto again paused, this time to let Dexter speak.
"I never asked to be leader of anything." Dexter protested, shaking his head. "Least of all this group. I agreed to travel with you and Evie because it makes sense to. We were safer in numbers, but not like this." He waved his hand in the general direction of the door they'd both exited, ignoring the spike of pain the motion caused. "What happened in my past doesn't matter any more than what's happened since we met. Nothing can change the past, we can only change the future. And the only way I know how to do that is to get to DC." His voice had risen a bit, face flushed from a mixture of fever and emotion. It was, perhaps an odd thing to say given he had mentioned the possibility of a cure to no one, but he wasn't thinking as clearly as he usually did.
He ruffled the hair on the back of his head, an irritated gesture despite his attempts to stay cool. He didn't like feeling helpless, and this was helplessness in its highest form. Even the short walk to where he'd ended up now had exhausted him. "What do you expect me to do, Otto? What would you do if you were in my position?"
Otto made a gesture with his hand for Dexter to lower his voice, no need to start a battle with the infected. "Well Dexter, we gotta deal with the hand we got, not the hand we wish we had. I would've loved to have been traveling light with just you, Evie, and Tyrese but as you just said, we can't change the past. I don't know what is in DC for you, what it'll change but I said I would help you get there." Otto stopped and looked around, he thought he heard something, but nothing showed itself so he looked to Dexter again. "Well Dexter if our positions were reversed, I would trust you to make the right choices and decide what is best for the group until I could give my input without looking like I was about to pass out." Otto spoke as he grabbed his canteen and handed it to Dexter. "Here, you need this a bit more than I do from the looks of it."
Reaching out to take the canteen, Dexter mumbled a thanks, draining half of what was left in his first pull. That's another thing they needed to do - find a reliable source of water. Maybe some sort of raincatcher, if they ever found somewhere worth setting up an actual camp. Not wanting to deplete Otto's water entirely, he handed it back. "I really look that bad?" Sure he felt like shit, but he was generally good at keeping that sort of thing hidden.
"Take the rest." Otto offered, pushing the canteen back into Dexter's hand. He took it with another mumbled thanks. "And yes you look that bad, you looked that bad back inside, too, and I am surprised no one else said anything to you. Look Dexter I get that it hits you in your pride when I give what is perceived as an order but I am merely doing what I think will keep us all alive, when I picked you up the other day and carried you that was because any undue movement, including walking, might have opened your wound again. I don't do things like that for no reason Dexter I am merely looking out for you and everyone else." He spoke to the man.
"After the way I yelled at Evie they're probably scared I'll shoot them if they try and talk to me." He smirked, rubbing a hand over his stubble laden cheek. The prospect didn't bother him in the least. Hero pressed against his legs and Dex glanced down, noting the dog's agitated state. "We should get moving." He said quietly. "To... the hotel, I guess." The smirk fell from his face as he found himself agreeing with Otto. He truly was in no state to walk all the way to the hospital, and was willing to admit that at this point, if only to himself. "But I think you should take the doctor with you, to the hospital. It's not as easy as writing a list. By now, it will probably have been rummaged through by many hands, and you'll be picking through scraps. Finding things specific will be hard if you don't have someone on hand who will recognize what you're picking up on site."
"Well first we need to get the others, and I doubt they are scared of you - maybe Hero but you ain't much to be scared of." Otto said with humor in his voice, making a joke at Dexter's expense to lighten the mood a little. "We will see what the doctor says himself, he might not want to leave his sister." Otto spoke, not too sure about either Toby or Bobbie.
After a moment, Dexter nodded. "Alright." He took a step back towards the Sci-Port. He needed to sit back down, maybe find something to use as some sort of crutch for the next time they left, since walking proved to be more of a challenge than he'd originally anticipated. The two of them walked back towards the door, albeit more slowly than ideal. Hero followed them closely, still anxious at being out in the open, until they were in the Sci-Port once more and the door shut behind them.
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BACKPACK (DEXTER):
Items: 4
.50 Cal Desert Eagle (no rounds)
Glock G29 (13 loaded + 35 boxed)
Hunting Knife, with sheath
Bottle of Meperidine (13 pills)
Food: none
Water: none
