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Jeffrey Morgan
 Posted: Feb 4 2017, 02:43 PM
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Season: winter
Year: 2012
Where: Old Sages Mill

The last few months had been a bit hectic for Jeff as he had been working to prepare the group for the inpending winter. He had wanted to fix the wood burning stove so that they'd be warm and he had wanted to get some of the solar panels fixed so they would have some kind of energy. That hadn't left him very much time to do other things that he enjoyed. Now that it was cold out and there wasn't any farming to do, Jeff was free to spend a little bit of time on his motercycle. He had neglected it the last few months except when he needed to go out for a run. Now was the perfect time to tune everything up and make sure it was in semi working order. There were still one or two parts he needed to upgrade the bike with but he hadn't found them on any of his runs yet. Jeff was content sitting outside with his motercycle even in the cold. His hoody and long johns were warm enough as Jeff never really felt the cold. He always ran on the warmer side, even in the colder months.

He wiped his forehead with towel he had on his shoulder to get rid of the sweat that was collecting there. His hand brushed the side of his face leaving oil marks. Unaware of the oil smudges, Jeff went back to his task at hand. He was inspecting the fuel and brake lines to see if they would need further attentnion in the long run. He hoped that the fuel line was fine because while he could replace the breaklines at least one more time, it would take awhile before he could do anything about the fuel lines. He grunted happily as everything seemed to be in order. He knew he was indire need of a oil change, but he had yet to run accross spare cans of oil or filters in his runs. It was at the top of his list and he knew soon he wouldn't be able to take the bike out anymore in fear of ruining the engine.

Jeff pushed himself to his feet and headed over to the table to grab his water. He needed a short break before he tackled giving his baby a bath so he could put her back in storage. He hadn't planned on going out for another run yet. Though the list he had in his mind for things that he needed was getting longer.

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 Posted: Mar 1 2017, 12:49 PM
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Jazmin was having a bit of a hard time adjusting to being part of a group. It wasn't so much the frequency with which she saw people that she had trouble adjusting to; she had, after all, lived in New York City before the outbreak and the handful of people at Old Sage Mills was piddling in comparison. It was a combination of those people wanting to talk to her and being trapped in a sedentary lifestyle that rubbed her nerves raw. Jazmin had never been one for talking, she was naturally quiet and direct, never mincing words or giving a long answer where a short on would do. She didn't like small talk. She didn't like talking about her past. Yet it seemed as if all anyone wanted to do was talk about the damn weather and ask about her lost family. Her natural tacitur disposition often left her seeming cold, ungrateful, or just plain bitchy. Luckily it hadn't been a problem for her at work as a 911 dispatcher. When you called emergency services it wasn't usually to chat, and when you did call just to chat an angry cop showed up at your door to explain exactly why this was not an acceptable behavoir.

Her issue with the sednetary lifestyle wasn't altogether unexpected either. While she enjoyed the comfort and freedom of having a safe place to lay her head every night, Jazmin had alwayd been a restless spirit. She'd traveled enough as a teen with her oil rig working father to get a taste for it, and when she returned to New York she had lived in one place, but found her adventurous escape in flight and long weekend road trips. She'd never owned a car, but she had a motorcycle for navigating the city and her long awaited helicopter for soaring through the skies. Her years since the outbreak had been filled primarily with wandering, keeping on the move in case walkers or unsavory humans were nearby. She'd lost most of her family in escaping the city, and the last member she knew to be alive to pirating humans who wanted little more than a good time and every useful possession she and her cousin had carried.

When her restless spirit could take now more, she left the safety of Old Sage Mills and went for walks, occasionally finding something of worth, but today her eye was caught by the open garage door on her way out. She peered inside, noting Jeff, stained with grease, working on a motorcycle. Her eyebrows rose. She had known he was a mechanic, but she hadn't known he had an interest in bikes, much less that there was one sitting twenty fert from where she slept. She moved closer, leaning against the garage door frame and crossing her arms over her chest, she silently observed his work. She didn't have as much mechanical knowledge as she'd like, and what she did know actually revolved around helicopters. Her motorcycle knowledge was basic for any longtime owner, she knew the parts and how they worked but very little about diagnosing a problem and fixing it. She tried to sort out what Jeff was working on by meerly observing, but it was a vain attempt. Mostly she wondered if he had any gasoline to fuel the thing. These days gadoline that hadn't been corrupted by the elements had been degraded by the passing of time. It was hard to come by good sources of the fuel. Eventually her curiosity won out and she asked "Can you actually ride that thing?" meaning her words to hint at the unavailability of gas more than his skill, though she knew it sounded like a brusk challenge the instant it left her lips. She coyldn't help it, it's just how she spoke.

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Jeffrey Morgan
 Posted: Mar 28 2017, 07:54 PM
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It had been far too long since Jeff had last been able to ride his motercylce. It was an itch he couldn't quite scratch and he wasn't sure the opportunity would ever arise again. It hadn't stopped him from doing everything he could to keep his baby in good shape in case it were possible again. He hadn't heard Jazmin enter until she had spoken. He looked up with a raised eyebrow when the words had registered with him. He took that as a challenge, one he had issued himself months before. He had been trying to brainstorm a way to get his baby to run off something that wasn't gasoline. It was a rare comodity thse days, but Jeff was sure the supply that was left had deteriated to the point of not being useful anymore. Jeff had worked in his fathers garage for years before he'd taken over the business and he had had seen far too many engine's destroyed over bad gas. He wasn't going to subject his motercycle to that kind of damage.

He shrugged his shoulders a moment later. "I wish. Gas is no good," Jeff remarked. He thought about asking Jazmin if she had any ideas for how to fix his motercycle up in a better way, but he was enjoying the challenge that was in front of him and he didn't want to ask for help from anyone else. He dropped into the chair next to him and motioned to the other one, silently asking if Jazmin wanted to join him. He wished he'd brought his deck of cards outside. He couldn't remember if he'd asked her if she played poker. It had been far too long since he'd enjoyed a good game of poker. It was something he'd do once a week with the mechanics he worked with at his garage. It was one thing he missed, besides taking apart expensive vehicles. "Right now she's the larget paper weight we have. I don't wanna risk ruining her engine with the little gas I have in the tank if it's bad." He was pretty protective of his motercycle, which is part of the reason no one had even known he had it outside of Deanna. He kept it covered with a protective tarp in the corner of the garage. "You ride?"

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 Posted: Apr 22 2017, 08:53 AM
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Jazmin looked to the open road and the breif bit of freedom she'd been expecting to enjoy today. She could go for a walk another time, she supposed, maybe after they talked. She moved to the chair he'd indicated, dropped her pack besdie it, and sat, slumping down to a comfortable position. She nodded her head at his problem, snorting derisively when he called his bike a giant paperweight. It was sad but true. Without fuel it was next to useless. "You could always test the gasoline." she shrugged, knowing he probably knew this. It was easy enough to check to see if the gas was viable. That didn't help with the eventual problem of running out of good gas later on. She imagined he must be working on finding a way to run the bike off alternative fuels. It was an interesting prospect and she might drop by here more often to peek over his shoulder while he worked.

"Had a bike before," she replied, knowing he'd understand which before she meant. "I'm from New York, traffic was easier on two wheels." Especially when you weren't afraid to drive between the lanes of cars. She hoped he didn't ask for her help with his project, she was curious about it but she had no idea how to help with it. Her mechanical skills were minimal. She looked around the garage, wishing they had something to do whe they talked. A beer to drink or some cards to play. Her brain sparked and she realized she did have cards to play in her backpack. She rummaged inside the bag, pulling a battered deck free and holding it up in question. "Five card stud?" she offered. Talking was not her thing, but it was alwayz easier with something to distract.

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Jeffrey Morgan
 Posted: May 4 2017, 09:41 PM
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Jeff nodded at Jasmin’s suggestion. He knew it was possible to test the gas, but he had also known that was only going to solve the problem short term. Jeff wasn’t interested in giving up his motorcycle long term, so if that meant he couldn't ride it for a little while he could live with that. He had never worked with alternative fuel sources before so it was a bit of a trial and error. He had found a old riding lawn mower to test out his theories on, because he wasn’t about to test out alternative fuel sources on his baby. “I’ve been working on a few ideas, but it’s not my forte so it’s been slow progress,” Jeff admitted. He wondered if she knew anymore then that. He could bounce some ideas off of her and maybe make more progress than the little progress he’d already made.

He chuckled. Jeff had been to New York a few times for car shows, so he knew that she was speaking the truth. It was the reason he had never traveled up there during the winter months, because he hadn’t wanted to be restricted to a car. The city was much easier with two wheels. ”Been a few times for car shows.” Jeff watched as Jasmin glanced around the garage. He couldn’t tell if she was looking for something or if she was just taking it all in. The garage had sort of become his man cave to speak. When it wasn’t nice out, he’d bring his projects in there to work on. It was was he had fixed most of the things around the mill that didn’t have to be fixed on location.

Jeff quickly noddd. It had been awhile since he’d played a good game of poker last. He recalled the poker nights he’d have with his fellow mechanics and he smiled at the thought. “Don’t have money or beer to play for, but I’m sure it’ll be fun all the same.” He wondered what stakes Jasmin would have played for if the world hadn’t gone to shit. He’d lost his shirt quite a few times back at his shop, but he had always been able to earn it back eventually.

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 Posted: May 17 2017, 07:57 PM
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Jazmin nodded ”Hey, I get it, it’s your pet project. If you need a sounding board, though, I’m here to nod and pretend I know what you’re talking about.” she really only had a rudimentary knowledge of motorcycle mechanics herself. She groaned as Jeff mentioned the car shows. She liked bikes and her chopper, but she’d never understood the obsession men had with cars. She could look at one, know it had a great engine and crap, a fancy paint job, and a sound system that made 4 square blocks vibrate and appreciate that it was an awesome car. But that’s as far as she went. Some of the guys in her neighborhood had practically worshipped the cars and she just didn’t get it. Why would you get all hot and bothered over a car like that when you could have a motorcycle, which was both cooler and more practical. Besides that, the car shows had caused traffic jams that made her patient grandmother cuss like a sailor. ”Don’t get me started on the crap fest of traffic those things caused all over the city.” not only did they cause traffic jams from the sheer number of vehicles, but there were often accidents because of all of the out of towners trying to drive amongst the New York City residents aggressive style of driving. Working dispatch, she took more than a few of those calls.

Jazmin shrugged at the question of stakes. She had learned playing for chores as a kid with her cousins, then graduated to money. There had been an occasional playful game of strip poker, but Jazmin tended to save the strip teases for the bedroom. Poker was serious business, fun as it might be. It being the end of the world and all, she supposed money had no real value. Really, there wasn’t much to put up for stakes these days. ”If we had any booze I’d say let’s play for that, but it’s all been ‘requisitioned for medical use.’” a slight smirk twitched at the corner of her lips. Deanna always collected things like that to clean and sterilize wounds with. It was good thinking, but it left her mourning the loss of the high quality liquor and wondering if she’d ever get another good Mojito. ”How about we play for a bottle of booze smuggled past your better half after the next run into town?” she offered. Probably the town was cleaned out, but she thought there might be a house here or there that had a liquor cabinet still stocked. ”We can write IOU’s for them.” as she said this, she scooted her chair around a small folding table half covered in bits of mechanical junk and smudged with grease. IT wouldn’t hurt her cards, they were pretty battered as it was. She shuffled the deck, unsticking a couple of cards, and began to deal a game of five card stud.

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Jeffrey Morgan
 Posted: May 20 2017, 03:10 PM
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Jeff nodded. He appreciated the offer and he was positive he'd probably take her up on the offer. Perhaps that wa what he was missing. He thought back to how he'd dealt with tricky issues at his garage and realized there had always been someone there to listen to his ideas. He didn't always need feed back, but someone to explain things through too. Jazmin could be that person here, because he knew that Deanna had other things to worry about then whether or not Jeff could ride his motorcycle again. It just wasn't a group top priority, but it was on Jeff's personal list of priorities after making sure everyone in the group was safe.

He smirked when Jazmin groaned and expressed her dislike for car shows. The only reason that Jeff enjoyed them the way he had was because he had gone to them with his father. Jeff had a close relationship with his father when he was alive and the basis of that relationship had revolved around cars and motorcycles. Jeff had been working on cars since he was a toddler, but he'd only held the tools back then. He hadn't been trusted to actually work on the car until he was eight or nine years old, because his father had wanted Jeff to fully understand what he was doing first. He pushed those thoughts to the little box he'd made for his parents and focused on Jazmin instead. "I get that," Jeff said. He could understand why someone who lived in NYC would hate the traffic that events brought. "I'm sure you dealt with a lot of morons. I've seen some crazy things brought into my garage, Jeff shrugged.

Jeff jumped out of his seat as if it were on fire and ran across the room without a word. He had never been a big drinker, but the occasional drink hadn't been lost on the former mechanic. He knew if any mechanic said they didn't have a secret spot where they stashed liquor it would be a complete lie. It was the only reason they had found a decent amount of alcohol so that his girlfriend had things to clean wounds with. He hadn't felt bad when he'd stowed away a bottle of bourbon either, because he knew that no one was going to look for it there. He yanked it out of it's hiding spot. Jeff had forgotten about it since he'd found it,because he had been preoccupied with other things. He figured now was the perfect time to crack it open. He assumed that the owner of the garage had bought it not too long before the outbreak and hadn't thought to take it with them in the run. "How about this?" Jeff came back to his seat, showing Jazmin the bottle of bourbon. He pondered if he had glasses or anything around to use or if they wanted to just drink from the bottle. "I'm sure we can sneak another one past Deanna if we find some more."

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Jazmin cleared the spare bits and pieces that accumulated while working on a car from the table, taking care to dump the lot into an empty aluminum Folgers can. She paused for a moment, wondering how old that freaking can was. They'd stopped Putting Folgers in aluminum cans a good five years ago at least. Her grandpa, when she was a child, had stocked his garage with cans like that to hold loose screws and knuts. The idea that the garage had once belonged to a man like her grandfather, an old man who futzed around in his garage to avoid his overly large family, pushy matriarchal wife, and all the noise that both of those things brought to the house made her crack a small smile. She dragged a only slightly dirty rag across the table, scraping the worst of the dirt and debris off the surface.

Jeff, at the mention of booze, had brightened and taken off across the garage. She raised an eyebrow curiously at him, but continued her game prep, pulling the deck of cards from the slowly eroding box, removing the jokers, and shuffling. She ran the cards through her hands with the relative expertise of someone who's played a lot of cards in her lifetime. She'd had a lot of time to kill in her youth, between spending time with her mother in the hospital, being grounded all the time, and her short time living with her father on and off the oil rig. That's where she'd learned to play poker originally, the oil rig. Her fathers fellow employees hadn't been the best influence, but they'd been a rough sort of family int heir own right. Before that her card playing had mostly been Gin Rummy played with her mother at the hospital. But by the time she returned from the rig to live with her grandma again she was a card shark. She wasted no time getting a weekly game going with her cousins, friends, co-workers, classmates, or anyone who'd play, really. She'd finished shuffling and was dealing the first hand when Jeff reappeared bearing a bottle of bourbon with a big shit eating grin on his face. Her lips twisted into a smirk of amusement as he looked around for glasses. "That'll to do the trick." she agreed, extending her hand to take the bottle from him.

It was a bottle of Makers Mark, red wax drip seal unbroken on top, and she hesitated to crack the seal. Her hesitation lasted only a second, what was the point of hoarding something like this, saving it for a special day when that day may never come? There wasn't one, so she gripped tight and twisted the lid, ripping the wax open. She sniffed the bottle first, taking in the sweet, oakey smell of good bourbon, then knocked the bottle back for a quick swig. "Oh, yeah," she said as the smooth burn rolled down her throat and into her stomach. "This will definitely do the trick." she offered the bottle to him. She had a feeling that by the end of their impromptu poker night the prized bottle of bourbon would be a greatly reduced reward, but that was half the fun anyway. "Now if I just had a good cigar and a cold whiskey stone, I'd be in poker heaven." She smiled briefly, then picked up her hand of cards, eyeing the five she'd been given in the deal. After a moment she asked "Card?" to see if he wanted to exchange any of his hand.

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Jeff was relieved when Jazmin began to clear the spare bits and pieces he’d been fiddling with into the tin folger's can. He had found it during a run a few weeks go when he was searching various different mechanic shops for parts that would help fix things around the mill. He had found a portion of what he had needed, but he hadn’t been able to pass on the folger’s tin can. He had no idea how long it had been since the company had stopped selling their coffee in the tin cans, but he could remember his father using them for storage at home and in the garage. It was a sentimental find and he was glad that no one else had the same attachment to the tin can that he did. He was also relieved that Jazmin hadn’t just dumped the stuff on the ground like a few of his buddies at his old garage would do. It had annoyed Jeff to no end.

He could hear Jazmin shuffling the deck of cards as Jeff dug into his hiding spot in the garage. He had pulled out the bottle of bourbon. Jeff had never been a huge drinker growing up, but he had been known to sneak into his father’s liquor collection from time to time. Of course he had always been panicked he’d get caught because his father was a daily drinker as well. Thinking back on that he had never realized that his father was actually an alcoholic, because he didn’t exhibit any of the other signs of being one. Jeff was excited to just hang out, because he hadn’t done something like this in a long time. He had been so worried about getting everything done the last few weeks that he hadn’t really taken the time to just relax.

He noticed her hesitation to crack the bottle open and he wondered if he had made a really good find without knowing it. He grins when he realizes that he had indeed made an excellent find. He was grateful that most mechanics used the same tricks in small garages. He smirked as Jazmin just took a quick swig out of the bottle. He then spotted something that might serve as glasses for them. He dumped nails out of two mugs he found and wiped them off with a clean nearby rag before handing one to Jazmin. It wasn’t the best thing to drink bourbon out of, but he hoped it would make do. “We’ll have to make a second list of things we wish we could find,” Jeff mused. He couldn’t remember the last night he’d had a good cigar or even a cigarette. He’d run out of his hidden supply months ago. He glanced down at the hand he’d been dealt and considered his options. He took one out of his hand and said, ”Yeah. I’ll take one.”

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Jazmin waited patiently as Jeff swiped a rag through the 'glasses' he'd gound for them. She took hers, peering inside to chack for particles of rust or dirt leftover from the odds and ends that had been inside. It wasn't freshly washed clean, but it was clean enough. She'd drunk out of worse things in the last three years. Beaides. The alcohol content of the bourbon was going to kill off any germs it came in contact with. She poured the bourbon, filling her glass halfway. She didn't need or want to get drunk; she'd had enough of that when she ran into Deanna in town. She hadn't had a splitting hangover head ache like that in years and she'd rather not repeat it. Plus, she wanted to make the bourbon last so that they could have another of these card nights, maybe they could make it a weekly occurance, even.

She nodded as Jeff asked for one card, ignoring his smirk, and passed the card across the table to him. Then she took two cards for herself. Jazmin was a good pomer player primarily because she had what some called Resting Bitch Face. Her nuetral expression, which she wore 95% of the time, made her look serious and a little irritated, which tended tp throw off people who watched for facial expression changes and body language as a clue for how their hand was going. Jazmin didn't have any tells because she was a patient and calm person when it came to most things. Her temper was the only emotion that usually got through, that and the occasional smirk and huff that passed for laughter. She was a hard nut to crack, and winning or losing at a card game wasn't something that even made a dent in her personality armour.

She considered her hand, then swapped two of her own cards for two new ones from the deck. She nodded her agreement atJeff's suggestion. She had her own mental list of things, luxuries really, that it would be nice to find. Cigars were at the top of the list along with.a new pair of boots. Hers were wearing low after nearly 3 years of use. She looked to Jeff who would start the betting, but paused before encouraging him to go, realizing they had no chips to play with. Abruptly she stood, pacing quickly to tbe shelves and back. She returned with a couple of the jars of nuts and bolts, screws and nails, and handed one to Jeff. "We can pretend these are chips, gotta have something to bet, right?"

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