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Cherice O'Hara
 Posted: Apr 12 2017, 01:37 PM
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Season: Spring 2013
Where: The DC Suburbs
Time of Day: Early Afternoon
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Today was not like most days. Cherice was leaving The Patriots' camp for the first time in a long time. She never left the grounds without a bodyguard or several, but today just Holden, her own personal killing machine, was all she needed. She was on a mission today. In recent days, she had been losing interest in her deals. The lawn of The White House was becoming self-sufficient, so less people were coming to her for food. Necessities were getting dried up in the area as well, so no one was coming to her for that either. And ever since she had found Tyler McCarthy, even Teagan didn't have anything she needed from her. Cherice knew she had to figure something out, and so she had taken to the rich suburbs of D.C. to try and find a way to harness electricity. After all, if you have power, you have access to a whole new world of favors.

Cherice knew that one of these homes had to have a solar panel or several. Sure, Cherice wasn't incredibly sure how to install them, but she was ready to try. And if worst came to worst, she could always find a citizen with a little electrical know-how who could install it for her, for anything they could ever wish for. Holden was the only one she trusted to join her on this mission, as he was the only one truly loyal to Cherice for herself, not because of what she could get him. It helped that she had brainwashed him years ago, but that was not the point she was trying to make. The point was, every other bodyguard she had would hear her plans and use it for their own gain. She expected it, that's why she had them around. But that was also why she could trust them with her life, but not her plans. The last thing she needed was this mission to fail out here, leaving her empty handed, just for another bodyguard to go out looking and find one for themselves, thus doing the exact thing Cherice planned to do. If they found one today, Holden would turn the solar panel over to her, without a second thought. The others? Well, Cherice wasn't so sure they would do the same.

Cherice marched down the middle of the empty street, her large bodyguard at her side. The streets were empty. It was like a ghost town, and it was eerie. But this was a rich suburb and the houses were large and extravagant. She had to keep her eyes peeled on the roofs to see if there was anything to be seen. "You remember the mission, right?" She asked Holden as a reminder. It had been about two hours to get here on food from The White House itself, so she wanted to be sure that Holden hadn't forgotten it since then. "We find solar panels. If anyone, living or dead, gets in our way, you take them out no questions asked. We don't need anyone standing between us and our goals today." She said, her lips curling up into a villainous smile. Another facet of the plan today was to relieve Holden of some of his pent up anger. He was like a dog. If she didn't take him out on a walk to kill a few people every so often, then he'd go stir crazy. It was one of the flaws of her own design. Luckily, there was a lone figure on the horizon. She wasn't sure if it was living or dead, but it was about a block away. Cherice looked at Holden and gave him a nod, signaling that he could take him out when he was ready. She kept her eyes forward, focusing wholly on the figure ahead of them. Living or dead, when Holden got there, they wouldn't know what hit them.

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It had been a few days since Holdne had left the Patriots campgrounds and he was getting a bit antsy. It had been a few days since he'd been able to take another life, walker or living, because he knew that it wold be frowned upon unless he had an excellent reason within the camp. He didn't want to disappoint Cherice in anyway. She was the only one who he cared about, in whatever was he was actually able to care about another individual. Holden couldn't actually remember the last time he had felt a genuine feeling for another living being, besides the joy he felt when he took their life. He cared about Cherice in a twisted way of he didn't want to see her die and would probably rip anyone apart who threatened her life. That was the way he viewed friendship and he had no idea that it was not a normal definition.

He had been excited when Cherice had asked him to accompany her outside of the camp grounds. He knew that it had been quite a long time since she'd stepped foot outside the campgrounds without out an large group of body guards. Holden knew this, because he was always on that detail as well. He didn't even notice the werid looks that people gave him, because when Cherice was around his main focus was keeping her safe and waiting for permission to kill. It scratch he needed to fix every so often or he truly believed he'd just lose it.

Cherice's words drew him out of his thoughts. Truth be told he'd been thinking about his last murder. He enjoyed reliving them in his mind as a way to half quench what he desired and it helped a bit then not doing anything at all. He nodded quickly. He wasn't entirely sure what Cherice wanted with the solar panels, but it didn't really matter to him. He was just pleased she had thought he was enough protection for her quest. Holden didn't see why she needed all the other guards when he was around. He was plenty protection for her in his mind. plus Holden didn't like the stupid small talk the other guards tried to make with him.

Holden had spotted the figure up ahead and his entire body tingled with anticipation. His eyes never left the figure as he surveyed the rest of the surroundings to make sure it was safe for them. Upon receiving the go ahead from Cherice, Holden sprinted forward almost gleefully as he pulled out his hatchet. It was a slow moving walker, so while it wasn't as exciting as taking an actual human life, it still helped settle the itch humming below his skin. His hatchet plunged into the walkers skull as he brought it down hard. Then with one swift kick, he pulled his weapon back. He wiped it off on the grass beside the road before he turned to wait for Cherice. He felt like a little kind in a candy store just waiting for the next thing to happen.

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Cherice O'Hara
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Cherice watched as Holden chopped that walker to pieces. Of course, at first, she had no idea that it was a walker. For all she knew it could have been a real person who may have potentially been a threat to her. But it was not. At least Holden was like her own guard dog: a man who could run, attack, and kill things for her, leaving her to keep to her own leisurely pace. It was something that made her feel even more powerful.

Cherice made her way to Holden and smiled at him. There was a part of her that almost wanted to say 'good boy' and give him a snack or something. Would that be too condescending? Sure, Holden was not the man that he was before he'd been brainwashed. But he was still a human, not a pet. Even if he himself didn't always believe that.

"All right, Holden. We need to find any buildings or houses with solar panels. So keep your eyes peeled." Cherice looked around at the vast space around her, eyes narrowed. It was too quiet here. But they would make due. The pair walked a few blocks in silence, taking turns staring up at the roofs of buildings they passed. The one thing about Holden that bothered Cherice was his disinterest in conversation. She hoped he'd start one up, but if it had something to do with killing again, she'd probably shoot him. He had to have more depth to him than that, right? Something had to interest him other than murder. Sex? Money? Food? Anything? Sometimes Cherice questioned the methods that were used on the poor man.

Cherice tensed when at the corner of one building, she heard a distant shout. She glanced sidelong at Holden. If there was a group around here, on the outskirts, that would explain the relative silence they were hearing. Cherice wasn't sure if they were in any immediate danger, and tried to sense it out before she instructed Holden to execute. "Take a look around the building and report back." She instructed him at last, as her eyes searched the area before her, gun at the ready. She felt exceptionally vulnerable with only the two of them, but she knew Holden would lay his life on the line to keep her safe. She simply hoped that he'd take everyone else out in the process, so she wouldn't have to worry about it. "If you see anyone suspicious, kill 'em."

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Once Holden had taken out the walker, he had turned back to give the thumbs up to Cherice. A large grin spread across his lips as he waited for her to join him. It had been too long since he’d been able to take someone out, living or dead, and it filled him with a joy he couldn’t entirely explain. Part of him realized how weird that was, but the larger part of him was too happy to really care. He looked at Cherice when she reached him and waited for her to tell him what he was to do next. Cherice was the only one who was able give him orders and get away with it.

Holden began to watch for the solar panels as he’d been instructed. A part of him wanted to still be on the lookout for walkers he was allowed to maim, but he knew better then to not follow Cherice’s orders. A small part of him had his eyes peeled for walkers so that they didn’t sneak up on the pair, but his focus was mainly on finding what the president was after. He had no idea why they were searching for solar panels or what it’s use was, but the why wasn’t really important to Holden. He was not concerned with the why or what the purpose was. He definitely was not the brains of the operation. Since he was not the brains of the operations, he never had an ulterior motive behind his actions.

It was a good thing that Cherice had such a strong hold on Holden. The change in the world had created a way for Holden to get away with as many murder sprees as he wanted. There was no formal justice system anymore to put him away for breaking the law and that had a nice ring to it, but Holden didn’t dare kill anyone unless he was given the go from Cherice. She was the only thing that stood between him and bloodshed. He made every life he was able to take worth it, because he had no idea when he’d be able to do it again. He knew better then to discuss the memories with his companion though. He doubted she was interested to hear about his enjoyable kills.

Holden nodded at the new orders and headed around the building to make sure it was safe. His quickened his pace to get back to Cherice before any harm were to befall her. He didn’t entirely trust leaving her alone, but she had given him orders that he could not ignore. He half hoped that he’d be able to find someone, because Holden had been given permission to take out anyone suspicious. Perhaps he’d just find the next person around the corner to be suspicious. He frowned when he saw a mother and child ontop of a dumster trying to kick away three walkers. Perhaps even a psychopath had some limits. Without blinking an eye he slaughtered the three walkers before wiping the blade on his shirt. ”Run.” Once he watched the pair run the opposite way, he went around the corner to meet back up with Cherice. ”It was nothing. There was a mother and daughter trapped on a dumpster. I killed the walkers. It’s safe again.”

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”It was nothing. There was a mother and daughter trapped on a dumpster. I killed the walkers. It’s safe again.” Holden said as soon as he returned. Cherice was relieved, but her eyebrow did shoot up in surprise. Without a word, Cherice stalked around the building to find three dead walkers and nothing else. It appeared that Holden had been telling the truth. He had chosen to spare the lives of the mother and the daughter who were on the dumpster. If he hadn't, their dead bodies would be lying here. Apparently, her beast did have some limits. It wasn't all that surprising to her. As much as Holden had been trained to enjoy killing, he hadn't had any retraining in three years now. His program, like so many others, had been discontinued with the apocalypse. Now he was nothing but her bodyguard. She was glad that he still listened to her and her alone but she couldn't help but worry: If Holden was growing soft on her after three years, how long until he stopped trusting her?

Cherice ignored the thoughts and simply nodded before continuing on again. Holden was every bit as intelligent as he was murderous, even if at times he didn't realize just how smart he was. If Cherice let even an inkling of doubt onto her face, he would pick up on it and plant a seed of his own doubt into his mind. She couldn't have that. So she kept her face neutral, and pointed towards the sky. They needed solar panels, after all.

A half an hour of walking later, Cherice spotted what she had come for. A house with three solar panels perched on the roof. Three was not an ideal number for Madame President, but it was a start. She pointed up at the panels and motioned for Holden to come and see. "There." She said, glancing sidelong at her companion. "I need those with hookups intact. No cutting wires. We have to get those back to The White House." She looked around, making sure there were no giant ladders just laying around for them. When she was satisfied that they were going to have to do this the hard way, she turned to Holden again. "All right. What is the easiest way to do this?" She asked, wondering if her training of years past had been good enough for him to see something she couldn't see.

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With the walkers handled, Holden returned to his original object in helping Cherice find the solar panels she was searching for. It didn’t really matter to him why they were needed, but only that she had asked him for his help. There probably wasn’t a thing that Holden wouldn’t do for the President as long as she gave the order. They walked about a half an hour more without any other interruptions when Cherice spotted three panels on a roof up ahead. She motioned for Holden and he came over and looked up at the roof. He knew that job was to get them back to the White House in tact, which was going to require a good plan.

Holden studied the roof and the surrounding area for a moment to figure out the best approach to the problem at hand. It might not have been killing something, but Holden was pleased that he could help Cherice still. There might not have been a ladder lying about, but Holden was positive that there was a solution and he would find it. Holden grinned, and strode forward, forgetting the fact that he hadn’t actually communicated his plans to Cherice. Sometimes he forgot that not everyone thought the way he did and that it was necessary to share his thought process. He’d spotted a tree behind the house and climbed up before jumping onto the roof. He wanted to take a closer look at the panels to see just what he would need to take apart the panels. He still was able to keep an eye on the area to make sure that no danger came to Cherice either.

He dropped down and sat on the ledge of the roof and looked down towards Cherice. ”It looks like I just need a few tools and then perhaps we can pass them through one of the windows in the house.” He motioned towards the one of the windows directly below him and waited to see what she thought of the plan. After they got the panels down, the next problem would be transporting them back to the White House.

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