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WHO: Rick & Carl Grimes + Enid!
WHERE: Maurtia Falls
WHEN: February 8th
WHAT: Accidental run in with someone from home.
WARNINGS: Normal Walking Dead stuff, possible talks of violence, death, killing, zombies, etc.

[ There's nothing more relaxing sometimes than just quiet fishing. Ever since the whole thing with Russia, Rick has tried to engage in relaxing hobbies with Carl. They had their excitement, they had people judging them for their methods of attack, and now they needed the down time. The air in Maurtia Falls is crisp, but not freezing. The rivers are still rushing and the fish are still biting. Rick sits at the edge of the bank with his line out in the waters, waiting. ]

Thinkin' if we catch a few big ones, we can fry 'em up with some green beans an' rice. Have ourselves a good meal. We owe it to--

[ His voice trails off the instant he sees a moving figure in the woods. Rick, always a man to assume the worst, goes quiet and looks at Carl, giving a nod toward the clearing as his hand goes for his gun. Just in case it's needed. Just in case their little intruder doesn't happen to be very friendly. ]

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[ Carl hasn't gone fishing in a long long while. It's something Carl looked forward too.

He tugs at his rod, making his bait to do a little jig. He's more used to hunting or trapping than fishing, honesty, and his inexperience shows.

Carl looks at his father aside, wondering why he went quiet when he follows Dad's gaze. Someone is close.

His stomach drops quicker than usual, his mind immediately thinking of Russians. He touches the butt end of his pistol holstered at his hip and he stares. Carl shares the same kind of vision Dad has, and at this far away, he can see the details. A person. Someone new.

But the clothes look similar. Somehow. How? He's not sure. He can't see past the foliage, but there's something about the color of the person's clothes seem to nag his memory. The face is hidden among the leaves, but the hair is long.

He recognizes this person, but he can't see how. The woods hide them a little too well.

The confused recognition on Carl's face is as plain as day, and he glances at Dad in mute confusion. ]

[Enid had heard someone talking in the direction of the Grimes' men, but otherwise had no idea who was there or any intention to go finding out. They were just people, after all. Maybe hunters or maybe campers. Either way it was probably best to avoid them, she decided, tentatively stopping out of sight between the trees before changing directions.

And she still weaved between them a little of course, but her now priority wasn't so much about staying completely out of sight as it was more to create some distance, get the space she needed from people to clear her head. She really couldn't have guessed the people she heard would have actually been smart or attentive enough to see her and be on alert too, though.

So it's really her mistake that it becomes a little easier to spot her than it was a moment ago. If they pay close attention, soon they'll more clearly see signs a backpack and glances of pink uncamouflaged clothing moving not too far away from them.]

[ It's amazing how much Rick and Carl mirror each other in the moment -- hands resting on their guns, ready to draw if need-be. Though when Carl looks at him, that confusion on his face. Rick relaxes a little. Carl seems to know who it is, and if it's someone he knows...it can't be someone who's a threat to them.

Having the same visionary powers as Carl, Rick can focus in and make out her features, even from the distance they are apart. She looks familiar to him, too. And it's only belatedly that he realizes this isn't a familiar imPort. This is a familiar person from home. ]

Ain't that your friend?

[ He looks at Carl. He saw Enid hanging out with Carl and Ron from time to time, but he never really paid too much attention to the girl himself. ]

[ Carl looks again and sees more of the stranger. To his surprise, it is his friend. ]

Enid.

[ He recognizes that backpack. The clothes. It's her.

He gets up and walks toward her direction. It looked like she either didn't see them or didn't recognize them. ]

Enid!

[ He calls out, louder, making her to notice him, even as he approaches her. ]

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[Under normal circumstances, she would swear she was hearing things when she heard her name called out the first time and would have continued without freezing on the spot again. But things haven't normal for a long time (two years roughly), so by the second time she heard her name she was standing still and turning back to search out who was calling her out.

She stiffens a little as she hears the person get closer, placing her hand over the knife at her side until her eyes track and rest on Carl and she's sure it's safe to let her hand fall to her side. With the look that grows on her face then, it's clear she didn't expect to see him even if a part of her seems slightly relieved it is just him. ...Or so she can only assume as she hasn't noticed Rick yet.]

Carl? [She tilts her head up, exhaling bemusedly.] Didn't think I'd see you here.

[Which is somewhat funny in her opinion because he had a way of following her now that she thinks about it.]

[ Rick watches Carl run off to meet up with her. She knows Carl. This is their reunion. It would probably be weird for Rick to simply hover in the background. So he doesn't follow behind -- picking up the fishing lines, leaning things against the tree and out of the way. A part of him wonders if maybe Enid arriving will mean more people from their world will be arriving as well.

The longer he's here, the more he almost wishes people from home could see this place, too -- could enjoy the kind of life they used to have. At least to an extent. ]

[ He has cleanly forgot about Dad in this moment. He keeps thinking of Alexandria, of his fights with Ron, the walkers -

- but Enid is here, safe. And that matters.

He slows down as he approaches Enid. She looks exactly the same as he last saw her. ]

Yeah, well, this place has a tendency to surprise you.

[ And not in the nicest of ways either. ]

How long have you been here?

[Well, he can certainly say that again. She is still somewhat surprised to see him even though she tries not showing it much, pushing her expression into a neutral one the closer he gets and giving him a shrug in response.]

A day.

[So not that long.]

Long enough to find my way out here. [She gives him a 'what about you?' look.]

A long time.

[ Carl looks behind him. ]

My Dad is here.

How long?

[Obviously she can tell he's been here longer than her since his clothes reflect that, but she still feels it's important to find out just how long. See what he knows, what he remembers, organize this crazy timeline stuff she's already heard about from...let's just say someone she overhead talking about it, etc.

At the same time, her eyes follow where Carl turns to look. She can see the figure he's looking at very faintly, but otherwise can't really make Rick out super clearly at this distance. So she'll take his word for it.

And not that she'll say it, but now that she sees Rick she looks a little more uncomfortable with standing around and talking.]

About over a year.

[ He looks at her more closely. If they were closer, or known each other longer like Glenn or Maggie, Carl would've hugged her. But as fond as he is of Enid, there is a wall there, made mostly by Enid, and he doesn't have the right to go vaulting over it without her say-so. Carl knows that she carved herself out an identity in solitude as much as Carl did with his group, and is still carving it in his stay in Alexandria.

It scares Carl, honestly, because there this world don't allow them to live in peace. There's alway something dangling over their heads, whether it is the Soviets or a menacing imPort, who doesn't live by the typical rules of survival that people like Carl and Enid are used too.

Carl knows he changed in his place, but he's not sure if he changed for the better. And that what ultimately worries him about Enid. ]

I know. It's a lot.

[ He pockets his hands. ]

What city did the government put you in?

[She turns her eyes back to Carl, but doesn't for one second brush Rick's presence off. In fact, if Carl's been here for a year, she wonders if the other Grimes has been too.]

And your dad? [She asks, only a little curious of the answer... since she'd seen them only yesterday. Technically. And well, it never hurt to try gauge how much either of them remembered about her in a way.

At his question, her hands move to grip the straps of her backpack.]

Isn't it obvious? I was placed right here.

Right.

[ Enid would've used the Porter to get to Maurita Falls, so she knows that much. ]

Dad's been here for since late summer.

[ A small sigh. ]

You've came when everything's really tense now . . . but I'm glad you're here. [ On the other hand, he's not, because then Enid is in the same kind of danger everyone else is. ]

[Okay. She doesn't really have anything to add to the answer she gets so she nods and moves on. Anyway it's interesting he should say that it's really tense here because she hasn't seen why that is yet. Beyond being tense about this place herself, of course.]

Tense how?

[She blinks. And a small smile is all he gets for his saying he's glad to see her.]

[ It's a smile that Carl will never take for granted. He smiles back, his own small as well.

But it quickly fades away at Enid's question. ]

How much do you know about the war here between the United States and Russia?

[ Probably not by a lot, if she just got here. He glances back, to see if Dad has caught up with him yet. ]

I mean. Russia declared war on us, and all. They think people like us - imPorts - to be weapons.

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[It's just as well. Hers fades at the mention of 'war' and the worry imPorts (namely herself) are 'weapons' to be used.]

Nothing...

[Not even a sneaking suspicion or passing comment until now.]

This is the first I heard of it.

[And if how her lips pull into a tight line is any indication to what she thinks about that, she's most definitely wishing she wasn't brought here in the middle of a war now.]

Yeah. Recently the Russians made something that worked like how that machine got us here, but on a smaller scale. It kidnapped a lot of us from our homes and our workplaces. Me included.

[ And hooo boy, that was an adventure that Carl is perfectly happy to avoid. ]

But we got rescued before it got worse. But everyone is upset about all of it, so everyone is arguing how to deal with it.

So I'm glad you've missed that.

[ Carl takes a step back. ]

Dad and I have been fishing. Care to join us?

[ Carl makes it sound so formal, but, well, half the time he sort of stumbles his way around Enid. Half the time he thinks he gets her, the other half he feels he's groping blindly. ]

[Well, if she were to say so, that is a whole lot less reassuring than a moment ago. 'War' was one thing, after all, but now they were talking about a machine and mass kidnapping over and on top of it? To be honest, that sits well with her even less. Before she had just a stupid image of them piling into an old, dusty bomb shelter or something.

Now? She frowns, not at all glad switching one dying world for another one that obviously has things she can never anticipate.]

Sounds great.

[She adds sarcastically, looking off the side as she isn't how else to be in this moment if she wants to seem cool on the outside despite everything hating her situation on the inside.

Carl offers for her to join him then, and while normally she would feel more like passing, she has a feeling he'd insist so she shrugs in agreement. It seems like a good way to pretend she's okay anyway.]

Okay... Why not.

Yeah, it's a wonderful life.

[ She is absolutely right. If she refused, he would have told more of just how unsafe this world really is and force her to come with her. It's not the woods outside Alexandria, where there is some kind of control in knowing what kind of dangers - people and walking dead people. Here, it's a free for all.

Carl turn to the side so he can walk in step with Enid. He wonders if he can push his luck and see if he can make Enid to stay at Xavier's. He looks up ahead and looks at Dad messing with the fishing poles. ]

You still got those files the soldiers gave you?

[ He doesn't want to give Enid the twenty questions - but there's so much she needs to keep up to date. ]

[Well, she's partly glad he shares her sarcasticness in that. Means he understands a little what she's thinking than asking more questions about it at least.

Enid sighs at the new line of questioning, however.]

Maybe. Why?

[Of course she still has her file, though. There was information in it that she didn't want anyone to have so naturally she tucked away in her backpack which she took everywhere with her.]

[ Carl can't help himself. He tries to teach Dad the ways of this world and it only worked half-way. He doesn't want Enid to make the same mistake Carl has made here. ]

I know this sounds obvious but I just want to make this clear: don't show it to anyone. Burn it when you can.

[ Carl burned his a few days after he settled in. ]

[Well... that's sweet of him to point out, but...]

Don't worry about that.

[Because she has every intention of burning it when no one is around to witness.]

I don't plan on showing it to anyone. [She says as her lips tug at the sides a little in amusement.] Not even you.

Oh, ha ha ha.

[ He's curious as to what kind of powers Enid has, but he decides not to press it. It's not that important.

He puts up a hand and waves at Dad as they approach him and their little fishing spot. ]

[ Rick looks up when they approach. It's strange to see Carl close to someone that Rick doesn't really know. And he supposes that is what Alexandria has done to them -- made them into a community with separate lives. He's just finished piling on a bit of wood for a camp fire, figuring they could skewer some of the fish they already caught and have lunch right here.

So when Carl brings Enid over, Rick nods to her in acknowledgement. ]

Guessin' Carl got you up to speed on what's goin' on.

[Enid could attest to thinking the same thing as she approaches the camp space, in that she thinks Rick is something strange as a parental unit that survived with his kids. And not just on dumb luck, but on smarts. For that reason she stops a couple inches away from the camp fire and Rick, deciding she likes a little bit of distance.

At his nod, though, she lifts her head to meet his gaze for a moment before nodding in return and averting her eyes...to look at things the Grimes' brought with them.]

He did. [There's a brief pause before she tries to throw out a little more conversation-wise.] War. People being people. Nothing that's good.

[Though nothing is ever good anymore, isn't it, so goes the unspoken message behind those words.]

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