Far Cry Thread #14: More Allya and John

 //More Allya and John

 

"What are you doing here?" John nearly purred as he approached the driver's side of the truck arms moving to lean against it as he looked at the other. He'd not noticed them at first. Far to busy with what he'd been doing which....

Out on this back road, he and at least ten of his men had seemingly ran a car off the road from the looks of it. His men were currently dragging a woman screaming into the back of a large van. Her husband however looked to be dead, his head nearly smashed into the pavement of the street.

 

Allya actually blinked at John as he came over to the truck she was in, having been asked to drive it to where she was now. Had no idea what was in it, or where said cargo was going to, nor did she ask or care to know. But the way John was acting was a little...interesting and slightly disturbing to say the least She didn't realize he had been interested, or if he even really was and was just fucking with her.

"Ummm...I was told to drive here? Don't ask me why, I have no idea what's inside. Just doing a favor." She tilted her head as she looked at him and then turned on the charm a bit. "So, how are you doing then? What you are doing later?" She slightly teased, winking playfully.

 

Interested? Well to say John would fuck almost anything was an understatement. Thus was he really? Or was he just playing his more common charming self? Still he somewhat smirked as he leaned against the females window and rose an eyebrow at her. "Ah, a favor?" For a moment he somewhat looked suspicious but then she suddenly went on asking what he was doing later. "Oh you know, work, works never done" He replied all to nonchalantly. "You aren't.... Trying to go back up to the mountains again are you?" He suddenly shot, making it very clear he was fully aware of her movements despite the fact he'd hardly even stopped by there new place or been out and around at all the past week. Granted he'd been far to otherwise occupied in dealing with what was starting to turn into a violent civil war between the cult and the civilians. Just earlier today one of his places had been absolutely blown up. Twelve men all dead. Really it was infuriating.

 

"Maybe I am, maybe I won't. Depends on what you are doing once all this...mess is settled later." She giggled and smirked at John playfully. It was a way she wanted to get to know him and all the things happening around here. She figured it was easier than just wandering in the dark all the time. Yes, the place Faith set them up at was beautiful but it wasn't home without all of them there. Maybe John could help locate Rheagal as well? It was all so Confusing, whatever was going on around here and she hated not knowing. "So, what do you say? Know a place around here where we could get a fee beer's and just...chat or hang out?" She asked with another small smile.

 

"I know a few places.... I own them" He replied with a faint smile on his face hearing her reply. Funny, Allya had been so hell bent on finding Rheagal which he couldn't blame her for. They'd all been helping look to an extent though John far less. The Valley wasn't easy to hide in. Rolling hill, the tiny town and a bunch of farms and such. Not the best choice for someone wishing to really hide.

"John YOU BASTAR..." A voice screamed from the back of the van ahead before being cut off by a thud as one of his men simply decked her in the face. John's brow furrowed and his eyes briefly cast that direction before back at Allya again. "Well I suppose I should go. I'm rather busy. Text me what time darlin" He teased a bit playfully with a wink as he moved away from where she was probably waiting for them to get out of the way. The van the captives were in damn near took up most of the road. Moving take a few longer strides over to the car he snatched the can of spray paint from one guy and whistled to the man driving the van motioning for him to pull ahead. "Go on we'll catch up!!!' he shouted before he shook at the can to make sure it worked then proceeded to spray one of his guys in the shirt before they even saw it coming. "What the.... God damn it that's not gonna come out!!' the guy started bitching as John sniggered away and moved to start spray painting the letters Y. E. S in mega size along the side of the vehicle.

 

Hearing that he owned the bars and the places around here shouldn't have surprised her at all and for a moment, she had actually forgotten that they did so, and where they were. Of course, he owned them! "Well, then see you later? After all this?" She smirked and shook her head, turning to drive the truck where she had been instructed to by Jacob, turned it off and leaving the keys in the ignition, hopped out and closed it up. She really didn't want to know what was in those trucks, but now she had an idea, and didn't exactly like the idea of transporting 'slaves' or humans in general, but as John said, they owned the place and if her family was going to stay, they had better start helping. Considering they had already been put up in a nice place by Faith, lest they all could do was help out a little.

 

Ended here

/end transcript 3:04 p.m.