Pandemic Roleplay

He pauses for a moment, watching her carefully, before his face splits in a grin, and he shrugs. 'Dunno. Wherever's safe, probably.' And then, he starts off walking, making sure to keep his pace just a little slower than usual, so she can keep up. He has no idea where he's going, but hey, they're bound to find something at some point. 'Theodore, by the way. Prefer Theo though. Less fancy, and it takes less time to say.'

A sigh, and a slow, careful nod of his head follows, before he holds out his arms. 'Here, I'll take some of those. And yeah, I guess so, if you can call this current situation living, really.' Clearly, he doesn't, brow furrowed and top lip curling up in distaste at the thought.

'Yeah, it used to be nice, until that whole mess happened. It's still pretty freaky to think about, really, so let's not. The fewer people the better, so that's why there are a few more people that survived here. Or, I think that's right... I haven't been to the city to see how many people are left. Maybe it'd be a good idea to search for supplies there...? Oh, no. Only had my parents but... Well, I don't have them anymore.' His gaze saddens slightly, and he looks off to one side, away from her for a moment, before setting another cheerful smile on his face and returning his glance to her face. 'What about you?'

He stays silent, after she's finished talking, just for a brief while, as if thinking over the things she's said. When he does open his mouth to speak, it's slow and hesitant, in case he treads on a sore spot. 'So you've been through a lot, then. Lost quite a few people unprepared. I'm sorry for all your losses. This whole plague nonsense has been the worst. Still, at least there are some of us left.' It's not much of anything to uplift either of them, and it is in fact just a straw of hope that he's grasping at desperately. Still, can't really blame him. 'Hobbies... I was a sports kind of person. A swimmer, actually. Though I guess that's obvious right?' He's assuming, since he does have a swimmer's build. 'Didn't do much else, to be honest.'

'Art, huh? Never been one for that. You were probably great. Probably still are, too, but I imagine you haven't had much of a chance to practice in this state.' Maybe he can find some supplies for her to actually do so, despite the chances being slim. After a soft, non-committal sound akin to a grunt, he follows her gaze with his own, turning his head to glance at the sky and making another sound, this one in affirmation. 'I usually stay in a house around here. It's kind of small, but I barred everything up to be safe.' Huh. Such a short time, and I has already become we.

'Yeah, it's real handy. You gotta be big enough to force your way in somewhere, and then claim it as your place, as well as scaring off the smaller people. Size is nearly everything right now, so I guess you've been shortchanged.' He grins a little at that, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. 'But, seeing as you think of stuff like that, I guess your strengths lie in other areas, huh? That's good.'

'Oh, that'd be a real help, really. And I guess how strong you are doesn't matter now, really, since I have enough muscle for the both of us.' It's clearly a joke, despite the hints of truth, and after he says it he raises his arm, flexing his muscles with a ridiculously wide grin.

Ah, it's good to hear someone laugh after so long. Good enough to force a soft chuckle past his own lips, before he chooses to focus properly on her words. 'Yeah, I imagine it would be. I may be pretty big, but I'm not the biggest, so I rely on a lot of one and a little of the other. I guess though, now we have a lot of both.' A pause, even in his footsteps, where he thinks about it, before he nods. 'Yeah, I get that. Swimmers don't really have 'stuff', so I can't particularly relate though.'

Name: Viola Jackson
Age: 18
Appearance: Tall and slender, with light tan skin and thick, dark hair. Eyes are a light hazel-green. Arms and legs have a few scars, but one is notably covered in tattoos. Pierced lip and eyebrow.
Other: Of Seminole descent. Before the pandemic, Viola was in her first year of learning to become a nurse, working a job as a model on the side. As soon as her younger sister died from the deadly disease, she left the city for rural area-- the day before the sickness began to ravage it. Her medical skills are useful for her in the wild, but her survival skills are shoddy at best.