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ike-knox:

She watched him, arms crossing over chest in a way which foranyone other than herself may have been a display of resignation—of a minimizationof threat, but for Ike—no, this was mere a play into her overconfidence. Herreaction times were quick, that she knew and so she held no fear for the otherman. No fear for putting herself physically at a disadvantage by closing up herframe. Dark eyes swept over his features as a singular brow rose at his words.I’m on patrol—so literal, she near rolled her eyes at that.

“Were you formerly military or pig?” she asked then, findingthe clarification tedious though her curiosity in the matter would guide herwords. He was too paranoid to be some simple man, his confidence with hisweapon—despite the reality of their present world—no it all sort of spoketo something more for her.

Ike’s eyes moved passed him at his question, looking overhis head in the direction of the place he was physically trying to hide behindhis body—a small attempt, though one all the same, and the woman had to admitshe appreciated his protectiveness at the very least. Could get himkilled—those that aren’t his family. “Merely walking by,” she told him, whichwas perhaps partially true for for the moment she had been simply doing as suchthough there was a plan for something more. “Is Rambo usually this paranoid?” Intelligent?

Despite his previous position, and his skill when it came to combat and firearms, Nicholas was a calm man. Kind and often willing to compromise. That much was apparent when it came to living in the same camp with him. He would often send others on patrol to sleep, or avoid his own rest to help someone else if it was in need. There was, of course, his own reasons. Festering guilt, an inability to sleep without seeing someones face in his mind, some deep-seated need to atone for whatever slight he'd caused in his past. But no one knew that, and it didn't mean his attempts to help weren't genuine.

However, he could also be stubborn and unmoving. Particularly when it came to his past. That much alone showed as the woman asked once more, using those terms, to what he once was. His jaw tensed, the softness in his features hardening as his gaze met hers. Unerringly, his eyes didn't deter, and for a moment seemed cold, shifting his features entirely as he refused to speak or acknowledge her question. After a moment, when he spoke, it was as if she'd asked nothing at all.

"Walking by." He mused, glancing around. "Bit out of the way for most places, but alright." Though his words seemed to concede, it was clear he hadn't. As she compared him to Rambo, he inclined his head, lifting a shoulder in a shrug. "Usually people choose someone from England to compare me to when they're being clever." Another deflection. “Merely doing my job.”

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vision narrowed as he watched the unfamiliar man step out into the LIGHT, following his movement closely… before slowly lowering his gun. he lifted his chin, watching him for a moment more and put his weapon away. ❛ …well, if your camp’s in cheyenne? i would suggest just settin’ up now. ❜ he offered, moving to sit back down — but glancing back up to him. ❛ not SAFE to try and enter the town after dark. ❜ was that true? alix wasn’t sure. but after hearing one of the civilians say it, he took it to HEART.

Nicholas waited patiently for the young man to decide just what to do. He wasn't worried that he was going to get shot, but still when the boy lowered his gun, Nicholas still relaxed a modicum. When the young man spoke, telling Nicholas he should set up camp here, Nicholas's first instinct was to refuse. He really should have been getting back to camp, the night patrol wasn't his but still, he felt better when he was there. However.. this young man wasn't inside for some reason. And though the country club was relatively safe, there was never a positivity of it. This boy was young.. and shouldn't be out on his own by any means.

With a low exhale, Nicholas stepped forward, lowering himself to sit somewhat close to the fire. "The undead have little advantages other than the inability to be killed by most normal means." Nicholas stated. "But when people travel at night, they're putting themselves at disadvantages at well. They can smell you, hear you, it's always safer to travel during the day where at least you can see them coming." He stated, before glancing around. "..You're part of this camp aren't you?"

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ashhes:

ashley offered another sheepish smile, knowing she deserved the reprimanding. she was never safe. never cautious enough. naive. it was what people called her, and it was TRUE. “sometimes mother nature has incredible things. all you have to do is look.” she said, ducking her head and tucking a few wildly loose strands of brown hair behind her ear. she glanced over, to where he spoke of, swallowing hard. “there are? i mean-” ashley pretends to be braver then she is. “i have a knife.” not that she could really use it. as far as things go- ashley is basically USELESS at defending herself. she shrugs, feeling half like a scolded child now. “not a lot of people want to come flower picking. even if it is for more then just aesthetic value.” she admitted. most people found nature to be silly, frivolous. she knew people looked at HER the same way. “i’m back now, though!” ashley added, trying to lighten the mood. “come on, you’re not mad at me, are you?” she even turns her bottom lip down, in a slightly exaggerated pout. she doesn’t want anyone angry at her, but especially not nicholas, who’s always looking out for her that extra bit MORE.

She meant no harm, Ashley never did. But perhaps that was the problem.. should someone as sweet and harmless as this girl go out on her own into a world that literally wanted to eat her alive? As she spoke, Nicholas exhaled, pushing a hand through his hair as his gaze shot toward the very forest she was speaking of. The very one she came from. "I'm not trying to keep you locked in camp, Ashley.." He stated. Though that wasn't an accusasion she'd expressed at all, the memory of bitter words being flung at him from the one he'd been tasked to protect in the beginning of all this flashed in his mind. Frustrated shouts that he couldn't keep her locked up in that bunker, shouts that she was going crazy in Mt. Weather, that she needed some freedom. He'd had no control in it, he hadn't enjoyed it, and after all of it.. it hadn't mattered anyway. She'd been infected in the end anyway.

His expression had sombered at the memory, gaze turning distant, melancholic. Until she spoke again, voice lilting happily, that soft question if he was angry. "What?" He asked, turning to look at her, focusing for a moment, before he sighed, shaking his head. "I'm not angry.. but you can't.. you shouldn't depend on a knife. You have to get close to them to kill them with a knife, close enough for them to bite you, you understand?" After a moment, he shook his head. "Look, if you need someone to go flower picking with you, ask me. If it isn't my patrol, I'll go." He didn't seem annoyed at the aspect, it didn't bother or strike him as ridiculous.

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ike-knox:

Ike simply continued to watch him as a near hummed laughwould fall from her lips, a short sound as she took in the way he appearedunaffected by her words. At how he remained cool—still—she could appreciatethat, for too many others would allow their short fuses to get the better ofthem. Too many others were far too easily distracted—gotten under their skin.

The woman watched as he sighed, as his chinned dippedtowards the shadows—towards her, “Your camp,” she mused, eyeing the spacebehind him. She’d heard of the camps, seen them in action, yet had nevermanaged to bring herself to bend to all of those rules. Those would be leadersmade wishy-washy by strife and death. All those cowards hiding behind theirwalls—surviving, barely, but failing to live. Hers was an opinion steeped inthe bitterness such a reality had instilled upon her, a belief forged throughyears of hard work and dedication—over overcoming so much more than a simpleending of days. No, the world would not swallow her whole—send her backbehind some ill-protected walls.

After a moments pause Ike would step forward, peelingherself away from the darkness of those stretching shadows as she would simplykeep watching him, “Better the threat you can see,” she would say then, admittingthat she was not friendly—at the very least gifting him that. Those dark eyesmoved beyond him then, his words playing over in her head—the Capital.  

“Military or Pig?” she would ask him then, those eyes drifting back to his face. Unafraid to look him in the eye, perhaps she should have said former—though even the ending of the world meant that labels still lived on. 

Nicholas wasn't hostile as he watched what he could of the shadows cast over the woman remaining partially concealed. There was no aggression, but he was wary. His shoulders remained tense and his stature was cautious as his hand rested lightly on the handle of his firearm. Something about her seemed deliberately malicious, particularly when she spoke of his camp. He could practically hear the gears turning in the woman's head and it left him much more on guard. As if instinctively, he stepped to the side so his body blocked the view of the far off building a bit more. Not as if that accomplished anything really, but it seemed to be almost a second-hand reaction from the man.

"Yes. My camp." It was the first time since they'd met that there was a modicum of force in his tone, of assertion as he watched the woman with more focused scrutiny. When she stepped out of the shadows, when she spoke, he nodded curtly. The dark flare of her beauty wasn't lost on Nicholas, but it wasn't that he was focusing on. He'd picked up on the fact that she was a threat far earlier, and in response, did not remove his hand from his weapon. He didn't, however grip or aim it either. Simply a light resting of his palm on the leather around the handle.

When she spoke again, asking whether he was Military, or Pig, there was a slight exhale there. An indeterminable expression for a moment, before he responded in kind. "I am Patrol." He stated, refusing to acknowledge any question regarding his past, or any previous job he may have had. "Are you merely watching The Capitol? Or do you have business here?"

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ufobcy:

At the sound of a twig snapping, Alix’s eyes shot over to his right. It was the middle of the night ; not a single walker or raider for miles. This was odd. Wide, dark browns grazed the area as he carefully set his notebook down — and moved to take his headphones off. SNAP! Attention shot straight ahead. The small brunette froze, eyes peering into the darkness before him. ❛ …W-Who’s there? ❜  He managed out… before jumping up and pulling out his pistol. ❛ I won’t ask twice. ❜ The boy WARNED, slowly squinting an eye as he cocked the gun, ready for FIRE.

Nicholas paused immediately in his tracks as he caught sight of the young man. Standing there alone in front of him, looking shaken and pale at the thought of whatever could be in the darkness. Was the young man lost..? Was he alone? "..Calm down." Nicholas spoke. His voice carried in the air. Calm and level as he stepped into the light, his hands up and steady as his chin dipped, nodding to the young man. "I'm not here to hurt you, just on my way to my camp." Nicholas stated, before his gaze settled on the gun. "Please. Lower your firearm."

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margotschwarzenbach:

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, sunshine.” The quite innocent nature of the situation bled with danger and there wasn’t a chance in hell Margot actually cared whether they lived or died— the same could be said for herself. Brows furrowed in a tight line, the blonde watched with a concoction of amusement and frustration— her compassionate side only looming on the tip of her tongue. The British woman had been responsible for many, many errors - and often found relief in watching her peers do the same. Amusement, almost. It was hard to tell. “But do go on if you have too— I haven’t had a good laugh in months.”

He’d seen the hair-trigger trap before he heard the woman’s voice. And the very familiar accent that came along with it. Pausing in his steps, his gaze flickered down to the thin, barely visible trip-wire, before lifting to the young woman that had offered little more than a warning. The look he gave her was nearly admonishing as he turned and stepped toward her, only to reach into the tree a few feet from her. With a click, disarming the wire from the trigger of the shot-gun that was aimed in the general direction of his chest. “Afraid this isn’t the first trap I’ve run into.” He stated, his voice low and quiet as his gaze flickered around them. “One of the hunters in the suites has a habit of setting ones that strings the prey up for hours. More people get caught in it than animals. Though I believe she.. what was it? Gets a good laugh out of that as well.” 

Reaching up with both hands, he lowered the scatter-shot gun from the branches, turning blue gaze once more toward the petite woman who had warned him. “Is this yours?” He couldn’t be certain enough to assume it was, considering the fact that nearly invisible attackers had been prowling the area. 

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ashhes:

Ashley should be getting used to guns or weapons being pulled on her. She should be used to people’s eyes narrowing, and the cold, distance of their voice. She should be used to it, but yet… She never is. She likes to think that the world could still be the same, even though everyone else seems to already know it isn’t. This is one of those times, where Ashley is caught off guard, but already blinking, stepping closer at the familiar male’s voice. “It’s Ashley.” She lets out, voice soft, eyes squinting as she finally takes in Nicholas’. She offers him a slightly sheepish smile. “One of the carer’s here? I was out looing for more dandelions and i guess time got away from me.” Ashley explained.

It was risky of her to be out late, especially by herself, but Ashley never learns from her own mistakes. Not before the world turned to crap, and especially not now- after. She’s careless in how she cares for herself. All of her care is often used up on everyone else, after all.

Immediately, the moment Nicholas caught the familiar voice of the young woman, his shoulders seemed to relax as his hand left the weapon at his side. "Ashley, it's nearly dark, what are you doing coming through the forest?" His tone, though still quiet, took on a nearly reprimanding overture as he glanced back at the camp, before looking back to Ashley. She was a sweet girl, a smart one, particularly when it came to caring for others. But this wasn't the first reckless act he'd seen from her. "There's tons of those undead in the brush and trees. Half cut down, half rotten to the point you wouldn't see them until it's too late." Not to mention.. and he certainly wouldn't mention it to her, the number of raiders and people just looking for someone to turn into a victim. "Why didn't you at least bring someone with you?"

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ike-knox:

Waiting a moment longer Ike watched him from the shadows ofthe treeline, a dark mass amongst that cool darkness until finally she wouldpull herself free, the smallest of upturns to the corner of her lips as thoseeyes failed to leave his face. “Just like a man,” she would near snort headtilted ever so slightly, “Unable to keep his hands off his gun,” she addedthen, gaze daring to dip to his hip and then back up again as her drawl of sarcasm grew thicker at the innuendo used.

She’d seen the gun, of course she’d seen it, yet it didlittle to instill a sense of urgency or fear within the woman that stood at adistance, her own weapons visible though she felt no need to use them. “Is this how you greet people, or just the ones that scare you?” she would ask after a moments pause, unmoved from her previous spot upon the periphery of the shadows. 

Ike held no distaste for the man, at least not yet, and so as she stood there she gave way to little of what she was thinking. Gaze studying though features vacant, comfortable in the face of would be danger—or perhaps that was how he saw himself, she didn’t truly care.

As the brunette spoke.. but refused to step from the shadows, her scoffed words and ire weren't lost on Nicholas. But they didn't seem to affect him either. He seemed neither insulted, nor nettled, or even amused by her sarcasm and heavy innuendo, and his hand certainly didn't move from the hilt of his weapon. Neither moving to a more aggressive stance with it, or shifting from the hilt. It simply remained there as he watched the silhouette of the woman in the waning sunlight. Her words were barbed, sharp and hostile, and though it sparked a split second of curiosity for what could have left her with such disdain, he also knew it was none of his business. And it certainly wasn't his job. This wasn't the first time he'd been spoken to as such, considering his previous position and his current one, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Sighing, Nicholas's chin dipped toward the shadows in acknowledgement toward the woman. "This is my patrol, and my camp, Miss." He stated, his voice was calm but carried enough so he could hear it. "If you're choosing to take that personally, I can't help it. However, you're a stranger hiding in shrubbery. I can't see you and I can barely hear you, how would you have me protect this place otherwise? Unless you've a compromise to show me you're not a threat, I don't have any intention to remove my hand from this weapon."

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“I can’t stop thinking about it”

The silence that Nicholas had been sitting with as she spoke, broken only by the clicks and metallic clangs of the cleaning of his gun, was broken with a quiet sigh. He leaned forward with a creak of the old lawn chair he'd been resting on, and sat the partially dismembered firearm onto the table before him. Pale blue eyes, eyes that always seemed to be haunted, forlorn. They flickered toward her as the man gave a shake of his head.

 "My advice to you, Miss Knox, would be to do what you can to put it from your mind. Keep yourself busy, think of anything but. Thinking about it's only going to make it more malignant." He was perfectly aware that he wasn't in any position to give that kind of advice. But the young woman standing before him, she couldn't possibly know that.

Exhaling, he pushed a hand through his hair and, after several seconds of taking the gun apart once more, he sat it on the table in front of her. "Here. Assemble this."

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- ̗̀  silent hill starter sentences  //  vol.1  ̖́-

❛ the fear of the blood tends to create fear for the flesh. ❜ 

❛ when you’re hurt and scared for so long, the fear and pain turn to hate. ❜

❛ she’s lucky to have you. ❜

❛ a mother is god in the eyes of a child. ❜

❛ you’ve darkened the heart of an innocent. ❜

❛ you promised you’d take me there again some day. ❜

❛ well, i’m alone there now, in our special place… waiting for you. ❜

❛ you disgusting piece of shit! ❜

❛ you’re nothing but a waste of skin! ❜

❛ it doesn’t matter if you’re smart, dumb, ugly, pretty… it’s all the same once you’re dead… ❜

❛ do you know what it does to you? ❜

❛ the memory of his cruelty is forever burned into my mind. ❜

❛ you don’t understand. none of you do. ❜

❛ monsters? ❜

❛ they look like monsters to you? ❜

❛ that’s when i first had the nightmare. ❜

❛ i haven’t been able to get out of my room since then. ❜

❛ i can’t even get anybody to hear me when I yell. ❜

❛ the phone doesn’t work… the tv doesn’t work… ❜

❛ the windows are sealed shut. ❜

❛ someone chained the door from the inside. ❜

❛ how am i going to get out of here? ❜

❛ you’ve always been there for me, haven’t you? ❜

❛ bad dreams still keeping you awake? ❜

❛ i told you, a girl or two would go a long way. sleep like a baby with a chick in your cab. ❜

❛ guess i just don’t meet the right girls. ❜

❛ be careful what you choose. ❜

❛ hey, chill. you don’t see me bringing up your issues. ❜

❛ she hasn’t left you yet? ❜

❛ all the stores are closed or boarded up. ❜

❛ the town seems empty. ❜

❛ it’s complicated. ❜

❛ a lot of things have happened since you left. ❜

❛ i noticed a banner out front that said something about an anniversary. ❜

❛ i thought i remembered being here for it. ❜

❛ i guess it’s time we took that down, huh? ❜

❛ it’s like something’s not letting us move on. ❜

❛ we’re the ones who decide if we can live with what we’ve done. ❜

❛ why didn’t she take me? ❜

❛ evil wakes in vengeance. be careful what you choose. ❜

❛ fire doesn’t cleanse, it blackens! ❜

❛ look at this map, memorize it. ❜

❛ your memory may save your life. ❜

❛ let me do this! ❜

❛ i have to do this! ❜

❛ you burned in the fire that you started. ❜

❛ nothing can save you because you’re already damned! ❜

❛ i don’t talk to strangers. ❜

❛ what the fuck? what the fuck?! you saw that right? that was real? ❜

❛ what the fuck is going on? ❜

❛ i’m afraid she’s been hurt. ❜

❛ they used to say this place was haunted. ❜

❛ what’s it gonna be, city boy? ❜

❛ i can put you in jail or you can go home. ❜

❛ that’s your definition of justice, huh? ❜

❛ filth and lies! ❜

❛ she’s not here! ❜

❛ can you see anything? ❜

❛ we have to leave! ❜

❛ we are wandering far from refuge here… ❜

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Stress Sentence Starters

“I don’t have time right now”

“I have to get this done tonight or I’m screwed”

“I can’t even try to think at the moment”

“Just fuck off for a few hours”

“Don’t touch me I’m busy”

“I can’t stop thinking about it”

“Everything is happening to much”

“It’s too loud! Shut it off!”

“Get me another coffee”

“I know my eyes are red but I can’t sleep now”

“Just one more energy drink and I’ll be fine”

“I can’t handle this right now”

“Just…. stop”

“It’s not ‘stress eating’ it’s…. eating when I’m stressed”

“I need a cigarette”

“Get me a beer”

“Get me a shot”

“Fuck- I need another pencil now, NOW”

“Don’t even think about asking me what’s wrong!”

“Fuck you and fuck everything”

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It was the first time in months he’d felt grounded, as if he were present and not simply existing for the fact that it was in his basic instincts. There was something still missing, a disconnect, but this. Going on Patrol, protecting the Capitol. Nicholas at least understood that. He knew how to do that. With that, at least, he was in his element.

Nicholas had been patrolling the outer limits of the Capitol’s perimeter for nearly two hours before he heard it. It wasn’t the mindless stumbling that Nicholas had so become accustomed to with the approach of the undead. There was no guttural groans or snarls. This was distinct footsteps. Shoulders straightening, the tall man turned, his gaze shifting toward whoever was coming toward him. Though his gun remained sheathed at his hip, his palm rested lightly on the handle as he took a step forward. Whoever was approaching, they weren’t using the road, or even the beaten paths that traders took upon coming to do business. They were in the brush and wooded area just behind it. That enough was to cause his eyes to narrow warily.

As he spoke, his voice was low and calm, a distinct accent carrying. “I suggest you identify yourself, you’re on The Capitol’s boundaries.”

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Mention our ghosts, our knotted spines. The distance of our hands. We are graveyards reaching, with haunted bones. We endure.

Mention we loved, know it was enough to linger | p.d (via brit-rps)

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