Who wants to go home?

[paradisamods]

[It's been a long and busy past few days, and the giraffes of Terre Haute can sense the uneasiness among the weary travelers. Though some may not quite grasp why, others have a better sense of what's going on.

The three most vocal giraffes approach the group, who seems eager to depart. It seems they have a parting gift for the group, as well as a rather generous offer.]


[RAFFLE'S GIFT | BARRY'S OFFER | RAFFY'S SEND OFF | THE RIDE HOME]

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[youfallback]

[Carolina's busy trying to heave her armor into the cart hooked up to one particular giraffe, that a certain someone arranged for her. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Let's be real here, though, even though this is Diet Spartan armor, it's still heavier than she can manage on her own, what with the battle wounds and coming straight from a near-death experience just prior.

So, she's got it broken down into pieces, with some of them already loaded, but the chest plates are extremely heavy and she's not doing super great with them.]

[encryptedlock]

[As for York, he can't help but notice her loading up the armor and walks over, arms crossed. He can tell this is going to be about as successful as offering help to Nancy and Zeke, but he has to try anyway.]

I can give you a hand with that.

[youfallback]

[Carolina jumps at the sound of his voice and immediately glares his way.] I don't need your help.

[For show, she starts lifting the chest plate again, but she can't get it high enough on her own. Not even with the adrenaline rush of the intense anger and paranoia that comes with being around him now.]

[encryptedlock]

[He watches with no comment as she completely fails to do anything without his help.]

I didn't say you needed it. I said I was offering it.

[youfallback]

[Yeah, the armor plate sinks back down to the ground as she completely fails, but not without a note of serious frustration from Carolina.]

Don't want it either. [Alright, attempt number 3 here. And lift.]

[encryptedlock]

[It takes a physical effort not to roll his eyes at this point.]

Well, if you change your mind, I'll be getting some juice.

[youfallback]

[Aaaand the plate sinks right back down to the ground, despite her best efforts and it takes every last ounce of self-control she still has to not scream in frustration. Why can't she do this on her own? She's supposed to be strong enough. She dragged her armor from the middle of a field to Terre Haute, she should be able to lift it all of six feet to put onto a stupid cart that she didn't want in the first place.]

Get away from me.

[encryptedlock]

[He just waves with his back turned and saunters over to get some juice. Yep. Not helping until she bothers to ask.

Maybe someone else will come along.]

[youfallback]

[Carolina glares at his back as he leaves, but it doesn't stop her from trying to lift the chest plate yet another time. It doesn't work and she continues to glare daggers at York from where she's standing next to the cart.

Yep, hopefully someone else will come along before the caravan gets all set up to leave.]

[fanstheflame]

[someone else, you say? hi. have this dude, remember him?]

Hey, you doin' okay?

[youfallback]

[Carolina glances over at Gale's approach, her gaze cooling quickly.]

Been better. [She looks a bit exhausted right about now.]

[fanstheflame]

You want a hand with that, then? [he holds up his hands in deference - he lives with an Asskickin' Girl, so he knows what he's inviting just by offering] I know, normally you'd have it, but we had a long couple days.

[youfallback]

[She honestly does try to not get defensive. He doesn't know what's been going on, he doesn't know better than to even offer.

But the fuse leading to her temper is about half an inch long right now.] No, I don't need help.

[It's mostly without heat, though, as much as she can keep out as she goes to try and lift the chest plate once again. And struggles once again.]