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Spot Report - Major Henry O'Hara
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Returned to The Convent at 1400 and change, came in from the North with the wind in our faces. All seems well.
The group that had entered Atlanta under Carl Grimes' command has returned without any casualties. From reports from members of the group the supplies they found will see them safely through the winter and into the Spring.
Their former commander, Rick Grimes, father of Carl, seems to have handed his command over and the spot for leadership is up in the air. No one seems interested.
Heard ripples and murmurs amongst members of The Convent group that Andrea Harrison, a member of the original Atlanta group is displeased with this lack of leadership and wishes to nominate herself for position of commander.
No word yet on how many amongst The Convent's people feel about this.
My own men are still well supplied, but I am worrying about winter.
Will tell Sergeant Fredricks that we'll head into Nashville next time we're in Tennessee, see if we can scrounge up the same kind of supplies Carl did.
I'm beginning to think we may need to find a place and settle enough to plant crops and a garden next year. We can't keep living off of scraps and road rations.
By 1500 today I learned that Lieutenant Lafayette Vancoughnett IV will be commencing with his plans of marrying the former Mother Superior of this convent, Grace Harper. My men and I will remain long enough to take part in this celebration, not only because we've been asked by the Lieutenant, who is a good Marine and close personal friend of Sergeant Rhoades', but because the leave may be invigorating for my men.
I have to find a way to shake that Marine Rhoades from my ass, the man is a menace and I'm not entirely convinced he earned his rank.
My concern as of late has been whether or not to worry The Convent with our discovery in Northern Tennessee, to be honest I'm not entirely sure how to handle it myself. I did not have the heart to tell them that the rest of my men are not stationed nearby, but still up in Tennessee tracking leads on whoever caused the fire, and what exactly happened on that farm.
For the time being, I suppose, until the wedding, I will hold my tongue and keep my vigilance.
I'm curious here at The Convent as to where this St. James came from and why he has taken to watching me lately. I've heard from others through casual inquiries that he was a member of the Air Force and had been swept up by the group that came before us, a group – I've been told – of rapists and murderers. Common road house rabble who wanted to watch the world burn, my understanding is that both Adele Deveau and St. James come from this group.
I don't like the idea that St. James, innocent hostage or not, is allowed to wander free without due punishment for taking up arms with such a group.
Maybe he just unnerves me. I don't appreciate being scrutinized by a flightless goose.
Update as of 1600 – I understand now why St. James kept his eye on me so closely. He wandered over casually and informed me that this young Adele Deveau has taken a liking to me. I did not encourage any affection and will do my best to release her back into the wild without breaking her. Mine is not a life of affection or fondness, but duty to my men and what's left of my country.
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**Daryl**
"Cabri."
Stopping halfway through loading up a truck, Daryl pulled himself out from the cab and watched the approaching Cajun quietly.
Grinning from ear to ear, the taller man dropped his pack on the ground and knelt to dig through it.
"I was thinking of your problem, you know, the one with our angel and I thought maybe you could use this," he glanced around before pulling a slim purple hunk of silicon from his pack, offering it up to Daryl with shining eyes.
Feeling his face grow red, Daryl looked around, before snarling, "why the hell do you think—"
"To save your dick," the Lieutenant explained.
"Okay, so why are you carrying it around in your pack?" He demanded.
"Because I can't just store this with the rest of the supplies, no Merle and I put these special supplies in the woods under a pile of branches. Almost got my ass chewed on by a fucking possum getting this for you," the Cajun wiggled the thing at Daryl who still eyed it like it was a loaded gun. "Take it, cabri, before one of the little ones comes scurrying."
Debating internally whether he should touch the thing or just leave the Cajun hanging, Daryl sighed and shifted on his feet.
"It's brand new, Merle and I raided a sex shop a few towns over a week or two before we left for Louisiana."
"I don't care, I'm not touching that fucking thing and why the hell were you raiding a sex shop with Merle?!"
"For times like this? And don't be such a child," the Lieutenant stated. "I'm not asking you to stuff it up your ass. Trust me, cabri, it'll save you wear and tear on your wee Dixon."
"I'm trying to wrap my head around the fact that you're giving me a rubber dick to give to Carol," Daryl said, still red as a beet.
"I could cut out the middle man and just give it to her myself," the Lieutenant pointed out quickly.
Taking the thing gingerly between his thumb and forefinger, Daryl looked around for something to hide it in and came up with an old plastic grocery bag shoved under the seat of the truck. He wrapped the purple dick up tight and then wrapped the bag in a greasy towel, before shooting Fay a withering look.
"Batteries are included, cabri!" Fay shouted after him as Daryl tore off across the convent lawns for the dorms where Carol had put their sleeping bag in the corner of Grace and Fay's room until their home was finished.
Inside the dorm room, he shoved the thing into his personal pack, pushing it way down to the very bottom.
"Where are you going?"
He jumped up and turned to find Carol and Grace standing in the doorway.
"What?" He demanded.
"We saw you packing up the truck," Carol explained.
"Oh, just heading into town for supplies." He hoped to God they didn't see what Fay had shoved at him.
"For this silly Cajun party that redwood of mine is throwing?" Grace inquired.
Daryl shrugged. "We could use some stuff for it, sure."
"Is Mrs. Douglas really going to strip?" Carol asked with a grin. "I kind of want to see that."
For the second time in ten minutes, Daryl flushed bright red.
"Seems she made a solemn promise to Lafayette, that crazy old woman," Grace sighed. "I think she's sweet on him."
"Well, I guess it wouldn't be a bachelor party if there wasn't a stripper," Carol pointed out. "And since neither of us are in any condition to strip for him…"
"Aw now, girls," the Lieutenant said as he moved to stand behind them in the doorway. "You're both still beautiful enough to give any pro exotic dancer a run for her money."
They both turned to look at him disapprovingly, causing the Cajun to flash them one of his winning grins, the one that irked Daryl's inner jealousy monster.
"What do you say, magpie?" The Lieutenant teased, tweaking Grace's chin. "Wanna earn a few hundred dollars for a night?"
"I'd rather run off and find another man to marry," the woman shot back sternly.
"You know women have bachelorette parties, Lieutenant," Carol pointed out. "Maybe we should be soliciting you to bare all for our cheap entertainment."
"Trust me, ange, I wouldn't be cheap," Fay shot back.
"I'm not having a silly party," Grace said firmly. "Bunch of women gathering around and clucking about men, sounds like any night at the bonfire when the brutes are out and about."
"Really?" Carol asked.
Daryl could hear the disappointment in her voice and he glanced over at Fay, catching the man's eye.
The Cajun stepped in on his behalf with a smirk. "Doesn't matter, ange, you come to my party and pretend to be a brute for a night, yeah? Chromosomes mean nothing at a Cajun stag party."
Giving the man a thankful nod, Daryl stepped away from their corner and headed for the woman at the door, giving her a peck on the cheek.
"See?" He said, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her against him gently. "You'll have fun."
"Now," the Lieutenant said, "you two get the hell out of our room, I'm gonna show this lady how exotic my dancing can be."
Grace flushed prettily like a pink rose and slapped his chest. "Show some manners to our guests, you wolf!"
"Or they could stay and watch," the Lieutenant growled, scooping Grace up. "I really don't care either way."
Daryl and Carol both stepped back from the door and closed it quickly.
In the dim hall, Daryl glanced over at Carol and found her chuckling softly. He smiled and took her hand in his.
They walked away from the room quickly, heading for the sunshine at the end of the hall.
"So, you're heading out?" Carol asked as they strolled in the sunshine, his large, rough hand wrapped securely around her tiny, rough one.
He nodded. "I'm thinking we'll need some things for this party. The damned Cajun wants karaoke, but he seems to think it'll fly out of his ass, maybe we'll try that cowboy bar in town, seems like one of those places that usually have a karaoke night. Then we'll grab some booze while we're there."
"You big softie," she teased.
He scowled and rubbed muddy gack off his pants with the palm of his hand. "Naw, just needs to be done. Make the big dumb ass happy."
"He's like a giant great Dane puppy."
He snorted.
They paused by the truck, still hand in hand, watching Rick as he slowly moved after Annie and Olivia as the girls raced for the tree swing.
Daryl scowled. The man still hadn't come back to them completely. He seemed like an entirely different man, quiet and withdrawn. Beyond them, near the gate, the soldier's makeshift camp was quiet, the men of O'Hara's company lingering around their fire and dozing in their tents, resting easy in the safety of the convent walls, the Major himself was sitting high on the wall where he had planted since earlier that day.
"He's happy," Carol remarked. "He deserves to be happy."
Daryl nodded.
"What about you?" She asked, bumping him playfully with her shoulder.
He rocked on his feet, still eyeing the going's on around them. "Yeah, I'm happy."
It was hard for him to admit that, whenever he did in the past shit happened that fucked him over.
Carol smiled and watched Glenn and Merle as they approached. "Me too."
Smiling shyly at Carol, he dipped his head. "Good."
"Yep."
"Going somewhere?" Merle asked.
"Can we come?" Glenn pleaded. "I'm bored as hell."
"Ooh, me too!" Cash exclaimed from behind them. "Shotgun!"
As the blond made a dive into the cab of the truck, Merle caught him by the ass of his pants and yanked him out, throwing him backwards.
"I always have shotgun," Merle rasped, climbing into the truck. "You and Short Round can ride in the back."
Carol and Daryl exchanged a look.
"Just like children," she muttered.
Again he dipped his head. "Yep."
She touched his arm and tugged him down for a quick kiss, before waddling off towards the infirmary.
Daryl watched her for a moment, smiling a little at the sway of her ass and the ease with which her hips rolled. He couldn't deny she was very beautiful in her easy femininity. Carol didn't need frilly dresses or makeup to be a woman, she just was, it came to her naturally. As easy as breathing.
"Get your goddamned elbow out of my crotch, you crab infested dick!" Merle growled behind him.
"It's so cold riding in the back!" Cash protested. "Let me just sit in your lap!"
Deciding he would leave them all in town to walk their asses back, Daryl climbed into the driver's seat, ignoring Merle and Cash who were still fighting in the passenger seat and Glenn who huddled far from the fight to avoid a stray limb in his face and twisted the key in the ignition with a little satisfying burst of irritated rage.
As they drove towards the gate, Merle got the passenger door open and Cash went tumbling out onto the grassy gravel.
Daryl didn't even slow down.
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vickih - I agree. I don't think the Caryl relationship is like our Lace babies. They don't need a marriage to be together. And I'm sure if Grace wasn't Catholic, the Lt wouldn't care one way or the other either.
DarylDixon'sLover - I hope it will be!
auntheddy - Between Milton and his logbook? Yeah, it's true love.
Claire Randall Fraser - I agree. I want Milton to get the love and adoration he deserves.
Ciao Bella - Oh, Mrs. Douglas is most definitely gonna strip! ^_^
Yazzy x - Milton's logs will be ongoing here and there. He is one of the most observant and fastidious characters.
Surplus Imagination - Oh, you will not be disappointed by the stag party.
Brazen Hussy - Good question. Why is Merle in a grumpy mood...?