Past Time (Zeke)

[ALICE MARIE SINCLAIR]

Baseball was America's past time with the Yankees and Joe DiMaggio, but dancing was Alice's past time, and she loved to dance. What was the chance of Alice finding a dance room in a ranch house? Whoever used to live here, living or dead, had good taste. Alice's eyes glittered as she stared into the mirror at what seemed to be a very long time since she'd actually looked clearly at her whole body. She swallowed dryly and let her fingers faintly brush the blue bruise on her left cheek bone. The cut on her lip was starting to fade away and she noticed the cut on her neck was slowly going away. Alice closed her eyes and pictured herself the way she was when she was nine; a slender, elegant creature with porcelain skin who could dance like no other in her ballet costume. She opened her sea green eyes back up to notice that she was wearing a black tank top and some long black sweats. Nothing like the little angel she used to be. She brushed her bangs out of her eyes and shook her head.

She had nothing left to admire about herself except maybe her strength at being stronger than most girls who grew up the way she did. She never dreamed of killing anyone, and especially the living dead. She couldn't dream of doing it anymore than she had to as well, but she would continue as long as she could keep herself alive and this last hope community. She had to have hope in something. Alice walked over to the wall and let her sling bag slump onto the floor. She knew what else dance rooms were good for, they were goo for practicing the life saving fighting routines and exercises. She sort of let her body go loose and she got into a very tight position and started to jab out at the air. She checked her stance but then fell short before looking around. Maybe it couldn't hurt to dance. She was all alone right now, and if anyone was home then they were probably sleeping or resting, right? Perhaps not.

Alice sort of twirled and tripped over her own foot hitting the wooden floorboards. She caught herself on her hands though and chuckled darkly. That was unfortunate; she was agile and swift but she must have lost some of her elegance on her feet. She shook her head and pushed herself up and glared at the mirror. She got back up and glanced over at the closed door and then decided that she wasn't going to dance, she'd rather just practice her fighting.

[EZEKIEL PATRICK GREER]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Off all the places he could be Zeke found himself wanting to steal his way out the main stretch of Mater and unwind elsewhere. The ranch houses that the residents had taken it upon themselves to use and abuse as their own were wide open--it was as though they were all living in some weird lower class version of a school with dormitories just about anyone could wander into. Wandering was somewhat of a habit of the blond man as he strolled along with a cigarette tucked between his lips. House to house he went with a crooked smile and greetings given to any who might return them and some who wouldn't. It was his winding path that brought him to the building usually reserved for classes for the townsfolk of Mater and by classes it was generally on killing shit. Not that Ezekiel didn't mind the informative sessions but hearing muted movements from behind one of the closed doors piqued his curiosity. Attempting to resist the urge to interrupt whatever it was that was happening in there he shrugged it off and opened the door. A lithe brunette was clearly practicing her moves and a part of Ezekiel wanted to chuckle at the absurdity of it all. A few years ago seeing this would have been strange, a lot of things about this world and the old world were strange and not a whole lot made sense anymore but one thing was as certain as it had ever been: humanity was an adaptable animal. This girl had adapted or else she would not have survived and made it here. Truth was he might have seen her a time or two 'round town but their paths did not usually cross. "Ah find it easier t'practice if y'have someone to practice with...but that's just from experience."

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[ALICE MARIE SINCLAIR]

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[atrb=width,240] Ever since William scampered off to no mans land Ashley sort of hyped up on all her fighting just in case she happened to fall behind and lag. She didn't want to die like that. She'd rather shoot herself before becoming prey to flesh eating humans... Or monsters. She probably looked ridiculous sitting here kicking and punching the air but what could she do she didn't have any friends. Or rather she didn't have anyone to be her punching bag. If she did she might have had a better chance of improving. She wasn't complete crap, she just had some things to work on. Once she had made it to Mater she didn't really trust anyone at all but she realized they were sort of safe here. She knew that she wasn't completely safe, at least not from the world of killers. She knew that she had bigger issues, but it seemed that Mater was somewhere to stay, and she rather liked it. She couldn't be a pessimist all the time, she had to keep her chin up. She had to, even if it was bruised or cut, or even had dried blood. She had a way of thinking positively, her father was to thank for that, that or it was her patient who was coughing up blood and dying slowly who always looked on the brighter side of life. She could say both right now. Her arms fell to her side and she massaged her forehead with a groan. She wasn't doing so hot right now, in fact she sort of felt insane since she was alone more than half the time at Mater. She needed friends, because she already had an enemy. She shrugged that off and walked over to the mirror and tucked strands of hair behind her ear and cocked her head to the side. Her eyes searched her face for something other than the wounds and the paleness. She didn't find what she was looking for so she gave a punch to the glass and jumped back with a foul face and an inhuman yowl. She scowled and shook her hand as if it would shake away pain. She cursed under her breath and looked at her hand to study it for some kind of bruises that she knew were going to show up. She rolled her eyes at her own stupidity and gave one last set of jabs and kicks before hearing the click of the door handle and the voice of someone native of the east. Her eyes scrutinized the rather handsome man, up and down. His voice didn't betray the looks either, they matched the fit; an asshole only looking for one thing. She bit her lower lip biting back something rude to say, like something she'd say to William. She just stared at him and bit back her short remark before making a comment," Do I look daft? But does it look like there's anyone around 'ere that could practice fighting with me?" Her British accent was bold, like her voice, but it was airy and evanescent as she stopped talking. She thought about what she must have looked like a few moments ago trying to beat an invisible enemy. She let her peachy lips turn up into a smirk and she raised her arms into first position before signaling him forward. She said," I mean you could take a whack at it, but I doubt you'll win." She was pretty good at fighting but it wasn't like she could take this guy. She had her slender body and swift movements that could probably dodge what he had but she couldn't hold back forever. She bit her lower lip and tried to make out any weak spots but the man seemed to have none for now. The one good thing about being a nurse was you had to know certain things about the body and one of them was definitely pressure points just in case. She met his eyes and locked onto them; truth is, she's not afraid of a challenge.	[atrb=width,140] words , ### words tagged , Zeke notes , notes go here
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[EZEKIEL PATRICK GREER]

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just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] This was one was a feisty little thing. If there was one thing Ezekiel had learned early on in his life it was that women of all shapes and sizes and colors had one thing in common: they were batshit crazy. You had to tread lightly, mind what you said, and always notice every detail about them and it could get exhausting after a while. It wasn't that Ezekiel was one of those types of men that despised women but didn't think twice about using them to suit his own needs--he always told the other males he hung out with that he had a healthy respect and wariness for anything with breasts. Sometimes they could get upset for not being treated like equals, get upset about being protected when they asserted they could take care of themselves. Little Miss Scary Sunshine seems like that type. And he could see that as she looked at him she saw something that resonated with a memory of something else and she didn't like it or the image of him that she had conjured. Women. See, Ezekiel wasn't as oblivious as your next Laymen. Sometimes you had to give people what they wanted, sometimes they just needed a little self-gratification. Cocking his head to one side as she spoke a low chuckle reverberated from his lips, a plume of smoke curled from his mouth as he finished the cigarette. Calloused finger tips plucking the butt from his mouth and dropping it to the floor, with a swipe of his boot it was gone. "Nah, not daft but maybe a little tetched in the brain pan. Y'might have someone to play fight wit' ya if ya asked someone real nice." He strolled into the room a bit further, dropping the leather vest to the ground. This little tea-drinker wanted a go-'round and damned if he wasn't gonna appease her. Call it the downfall of the male ego but he never passed up a challenge. "Pretty confident fer a pipsqueak, y'sure ya ain't gonna want a tea an' scone break right in the middle?" Arms expanding in a stretch, the dirty, oil-streaked wife beater rode up just a tad to reveal a tanned stomach. "Just a fair, friendly warnin'...I hit back." A Cheshire grin split his lips as he squared his shoulders and widened his stance. "So, who are ye fightin'? Zombie or one of your fellow man?"

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[ALICE MARIE SINCLAIR]

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[atrb=width,240] Women weren’t the same as ladies. It was something that Alice came to know and she knew the difference if she saw it. She couldn’t really say that she was fully a woman, because in the past she was somewhat of a lady. Those days long gone to cover up the miles of tracks she had followed to make it to this haven, and she did it all to find herself in a safe place. She killed the living dead and she walked a thousand miles before she could find any source of life that wasn’t of the undead sorts. She knew the one thing that was distinct of women and ladies; women were wild and bold while ladies were reserved and gentle. The only thing gentle about Alice was the way she could touch you when she was completely serene. What was left of that beautiful little lady was the beaten, bruised, and dirty girl, who can sure beat the hell out of someone. She could peg this guy as another William and be done with him. She could be that narrow-minded, and you know she didn’t care because she didn’t mind anymore. She flicked her eyes away from him toward her bag where she had her pistols waiting for her if need be. She didn’t think she would. After all, what’s the worst he could do? Kill her? She watched the smoke curl from his lips and rise into the air and slowly disappear. She let her eyes come back down from the invisible smoke to his face again to watch his lips move to form the words. She let her eyes narrow into slits at the words coming out of those mouths. She didn’t grovel, sorry. She inhaled and gave a little sarcastic chuckle and realized that because of her assumptions he would fight her anyways because who turns down a good fight with a girl? No guy that she knew. She shook her head and a half smile curled up on her right corner. She shrugged,” I’ve never really been the kind of girl to beg.” She batted her lashes at him and gave him a devious smile,” Kind sir, would you fight with me?” She licked her lips and shook her head in disapproval,” Doesn’t seem quite right, does it?” Her eyes watched the vest fall to the wooden floorboards and she smirked wickedly. How grand, a new opponent and she could actually learn something. She bit her lower lip and started to make decisions. She wasn’t going to be weak about this one. She could definitely see the muscle definition on his arms and his torso; she wasn’t leaving here unscathed, she would have a new collection of scars. His words were no insult to her, she was small but she was fierce and she wasn’t weak. She was just smaller and that was fine, the Irish always liked to pick fights and as a Brit she just shrugged it off, because she wasn’t like most. She gave an amused chuckle at his comment about tea and scones. Her voice was a low curl like that of a jaguar, but it was somewhat seductive,” Oh believe me, I don’t think you’ll give me a break. I wouldn’t want you to anyways.” She nodded and raised her eyebrows before she dropped lower to the flower to widen and place a sturdy balance. She brought her hands up to block but her eyes were solely on him, nothing else mattered. She thought of fights as the tango; you two are going at it passionately and soon one of you would end it right? She listened to him speak before saying,” Love, if you were a zombie I would have killed you already, which would have been a pity. So just stay with your beating heart and fight me like a man.”	[atrb=width,140] words , ### words tagged , Zeke notes , notes go here
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[atrb=width,240] Well, this should be interesting. The dynamic between genders had changed ever so slightly since Patient Zero--most people had no time for sex in the middle of trying to survive (although that didn't mean that they weren't thinking about it) and it was irresponsible. Having a baby in all this madness? Unthinkable. A very small part of Ezekiel was glad that Abel had not survived to see this mess, see what people had turned themselves into. Everyone was walking around with a broken heart tattooed to their chest, a dark cloud hanging above their head. C'mon, let's just blow off some steam and maybe you'll learn something. He had noticed the way her eyes drifted away from him for just a moment and his teeth exposed themselves in a feral grin, a brow quirked. Although a comment was on the tip of his tongue he swallowed it and kept it to himself, not really wanting to screw up an opportunity to 'bond' with the Mater townsfolk. "Well, y'just did, Princess. I accept, mockin' or not. C'mon and show me what ye got, I'm sure there's a lot of pent up female frustration in there somewhere." He watched as she squared her stance and put her fists up, lips twitching as he studied her stance. Fight like a man, eh? Well, why not? Ezekiel was not schooled in exacting military fighting techniques but he had been around long enough to learn how to take care of himself. She might be good, might be fierce enough but everyone could stand to learn a little more about how to kick ass and take names, right? "I'm taller than you and I'm going at you from the front, how do you stop me?" He moved suddenly a hand reaching out to attempt a grasp on her arm, right leg sweeping out with the intent to knock her off-balance.

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[ALICE MARIE SINCLAIR]

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[atrb=width,240] Alice had been somewhat unfortunate to survive this world. It was unfortunate that she could never really pay attention to the normal life of a woman. She was never going to have a family like the one she had in her mother. She would never smile at her son or daughter; she’d never hold someone’s hand on her back porch and watch her child play with their dogs and animals. She would never cry because she sent her child to her school for the first time and she wouldn’t be able to see them off. She wouldn’t sit at home and wish her little child was at home to watch play and run around the house. She just wouldn’t. Who would she be to bring something as precious as that into the world? She would be a monster and selfish, but she knew that it couldn’t last forever. She looked at the man before her and wondered about the last thing this creature had displayed pleasure with. It was a lustful thought but it wasn’t a bad thing. They were all animals and they all had curiosities. Alice wasn’t going to ask him up front though. Alice watched him lips curl up over his teeth and she just watched with her own grim smirk. This was the first Mater man she’d actually had relations with in this aggressive way. ” I’m impressed. Frustrations don’t even begin to explain, love.” Alice probably shouldn’t have challenged him like that, he didn’t seem like the person to hold back; girl or boy. She wasn’t the sturdiest nor the most stolid. She had pale skin that seemed to show every blue vein running through her arms. She wasn’t going to bed comfortable tonight. She watched him and noted how he watched her. He was studying her like she was to him and she couldn’t help but straighten up her form. She was learning after all. She could save her ass in the middle of an attack but she’d always like to actually kick some ass to save herself even more. She listened to him and for once she sort of listened to a man. Since the last time she listened to a man, she had learned not to trust them and not to listen. She sort of stepped back, not in cowardice, but definitely because he was a bigger opponent and you never take them head on. She gave a guess,” I should parry one way and dodge whatever blow you ma-“ It was short lived because she missed his right leg that made her fall over onto her butt. She looked up at him and glared, biting back the pain shooting through her lower half. She said,” Or maybe I should just pay attention?”	[atrb=width,140] words , ### words tagged , Zeke notes , notes go here
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[atrb=width,240] The glare he received made him chuckle lightly, offering her a hand up as a peace offering. For all his faults and stubborn will to keep himself in his shop and not be all over Mater checking on the rest of the population he did secretly enjoy teaching. These days survival had become an art form and those that had somehow gotten this far were still surprisingly lacking in some essential skills. Being able to not only fight the slavering forces of the Undead but the Living trying to take everything from you was something people needed to keep in mind. Those that had survived the first year were turning into hard-bitten road warriors and he had heard rumors from the last batch of people passing through about entire parties being killed, their women taken for the men's pleasure no doubt. Ezekiel had been against the radio transmissions knowing that anyone could hear the damn things and decide to go on a little raiding party. "First rule o' dealin' with yer fellow man in a violent manner: If ya can run...run. If ya can't run don't panic, focus on yer surroundin's and whatever ya can use to come out on top. In close quarters combat with an opponent bigger than ya pay attention to not only the fists coming at ya but the feet." He stepped back and game at her again, this time without using his legs, a straight punch aimed at her face only slowed, "Drive yer palms an' arms at me as if you're passing a basketball, if yer aim is right you'll deflect the fist." Starting off with teaching in slow motion had been the easiest way to teach anyone, they were calm and more in touch with their common sense instincts and something told him she'd probably be a quick study. She was fit and that probably wasn't from just running from zombies everyday, she gave off the impression of having a steely willpower and he could appreciate that in anyone. "I also feel I should mention that while anger is usually good fuel, ye need t'be careful with it b'cause it might blind y'to what's going on around ya."

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[ALICE MARIE SINCLAIR]

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[atrb=width,240] She took his hand; her father always said you could tell a lot about a man by his hands. If they were callused and rough then they were hard working and have seen hardships of the world. If they were soft and smooth then they were definitely a sheltered person who grew up nice and delicate. If they were somewhere in between they’d seen their fair share. She let her soft hands press to his and let him pull her up. He definitely knew hardships. She looked at him and bit her lower lip. She was thinking about what he went through and what kind of man he was. What if she had told him to leave? Would he have done it? She blinked softly and thought about herself. Where would she be if she hadn’t manned up and started to kill these walkers? She couldn’t remember the last time she’d thought about a nice, serene time. She wasn’t going to try and think of it, but one thing came to mind; tea time in the garden with her mother. She smiled at the thought but realized that was no more; her mother was dead and she was supposed to be fighting this man before her. His teachings were something she wished she knew everything to. She wanted to be better and this was the only way. She couldn’t be the best at everything and right now he knew more. She had heard about those raiding parties that raped women and killed all the other men. It was like they were savages and barbarians. She sighed deeply and she nodded at him. She took everything in at once and she let her mind store it in a good safe file. She looked at him and his fist coming at her. She listened and responded letting her palms extend and block his very slow punch. She had some quick reflexes, but it she was a little slower since coming to Mater. She was glad that she had the chance to train. She said,” So for someone smaller, like me, I shouldn’t exactly stay in close quarters though, should I?’ She could appreciate his slow teachings because it was easier but it made her feel slightly stupid. She didn’t know why but it did. She tried to relax a little more. She tried to recompose herself but then he started to speak about anger being good fuel but it was blinding. She narrowed her eyes and clenched her teeth. What did he knew about her and her fuel? He didn’t know much. She wasn’t running solely off of anger… Or was she? She nodded and said,” Right. So then what fuels your fire?” She was pretty good at distracting people and then surprise attacking them but she didn’t know if it’d work on this guy. He seemed to burly to be taken down by sheer surprised. Anyways something about him, maybe his accent, had drawn her in.	[atrb=width,140] words , ### words tagged , Zeke notes , notes go here
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[atrb=width,240] Learning to look beyond appearances was something that proved difficult for everyone. It was something that was learned over time and usually after quite a few mistakes. Ezekiel had learned never to underestimate his fellow man and what they were capable of when the situations were dire. In the face of shrinking violets could turn into a lioness, violent and dangerous men turned into sobbing children...death makes us all honest in one way or another. Lips cutting into a bit of a smile as he watched the girl slowly relax in spite of herself he wondered briefly what had brought her out here in the first place and what she was before. Before...so strange. As time wore on would they forget what the old world was like? Did he like this situation better than the one he was in previously? He needed to pay attention is what he needed to do, the mind wanders in its increasing age and a self-deprecating chuckle erupted from his lips. "Well, after deciding that confrontation is unavoidable you're going to have to get close enough to kick his or her ass." Taking her hand and balling it into a fist he pulled it toward his chest. "If you're cornered get yourself together fast but act like you don't know what you're doing. Throw a punch at their solar plexus," connecting her fist with the soft tissue the middle portion of the chest and the abdominal muscles, "here! And that will serve to wind him so you can out of your corner." "Smaller people have more agility and stamina than their bigger foes so you can try to fight from a distance but taller blokes can close the distance pretty fast." When she asked him about his 'fire' he laughed, a brow quirked, "Cigarettes and sugar plum fairies...and I hate to lose."

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[ALICE MARIE SINCLAIR]

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[atrb=width,240] When looking at this new world it was hard to trust anything about it and who was in it. At any moment you could lose your only companion and in seconds you could be the meal of a flesh eating walker. It wasn’t easy for anyone to really open up and trust. In this little town of Mater it was that window of opportunity but it wasn’t invincible, just as the humans in it aren’t invincible. Looking at herself before this, it was easy to remember a flower from this new person. It was easy to remember how beautiful her life had been. She looked at this man and knew something about him was different, dangerous and strong, brave, but there was something that was easily registered as kindness. It was weird to say that because Alice had a hard time knowing anyone since she had been so cautious and she’d already been abandoned and her trust was broken. Who was to say though this guy was different? She was slowly forgetting the way she was before this, but she would never stop dreaming of what could have been. She would never really stop dreaming of her parents, or her pets. She would have never known this was going to happen. She never dreamed she’d be in this weird house learning out to fight with this stranger. She needed to be aware of the change all around her, because it would never cease. She listened to that rumbling chuckle from his lips, she furrowed her brows in a sort of a pouting look but she just dismissed it and listened to him. She smiled fondly at the idea of kicking someone’s ass if she had to and she suppressed a chuckle by biting her bottom lip. Her thoughts scrambled away as he took her hand and manipulated it into a fist. She felt a tug on her body and she just weightlessly stepped forward and let her fist connect to his chest. The lesson was going to continue no matter what it seemed. She nodded and said,” You know there are other ways to take my opponent down, especially one like me who knows most about pressure points,” She left her fist on his chest where he held it, not wanting to hurt him. “ You have a point, and I guess I could dodge most of their hits from up close if I can dodge them fast enough.” She smiled at him and before she knew it he was laughing. What he said was nothing that she would expect of him besides cigarettes and hating to lose. She chuckled and repeated,” Sugar plum fairies? I never would have guessed. How cute.” She balled up her fists and sort of readied them and said,” I hate losing too. So I’m taking it as your standard when you fight is you never lose?”	[atrb=width,140] words , ### words tagged , Zeke notes , notes go here
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