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TIMOTHY OLYPHANT as JOEL HAMMOND SANTA CLARITA DIET | 3.08 "Forever!"

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the outcome was unexpected, but perhaps it shouldn't be. josif did subtly manipulate the situation and elijah after all, though not out of malice and ill-intent — ultimately he wanted the other to watch him work. why that was so had yet to be determined, perhaps he was bored and needed some form of entertainment, perhaps he was trying to open a channel for conversation. either way, it worked... sort of. josif had elijah's attention, for better or for worse. and a request, though it wasn't phrased like one; something he had come to expect from the other old man. someone ought to teach him a thing or two about manners.

maybe it was because it had been drilled into his head since he was but a mere child; lessons for taking over a throne, and such was very critical about etiquette. but he was also good at reading people, and was especially sensitive to the smallest things in tone. so he knew elijah wasn't being rude willfully. josif also knew he had to learn to let go of such conventions, or at least be a little bit lax with them if he were to survive with a group of rag tag strangers that came from all walks of life, some of which were inevitably bound to be uncultured. not that he thought elijah was... just he definitely could do better when he wanted something from someone. josif was hardly going to fault him too much for it. considering, he'd already mentally penned the other down as a damsel in distress, asking for help would have made him look weak or so said some schools of machismo thought.

he scratched his face, thinking about the logistics of such an endeavour. and what exactly was the other referring to. "that? or how to use a bow?" those were two vastly different things. the trick was rather illogical to be applied in their lives. but the use of a bow was certainly a vital skill to have at this moment. "you ever held a bow before?" what was his proficiency? josif wouldn’t assume that elijah knew archery, if at all. and he needed to adjust his teaching methods depending on the answer. learning a new skill was good, especially since guns were... expendable in this day and age. far easier to make arrows by hand than ammunition. every single round they used was one less they had, and one they had to scavenge from somewhere else.

the noble was a practical man. things weren't looking too good for them, or the world at large. was there a reasonably way that humanity could even come back from this? but he knew they were faring better than most others — they were decently sized, they had people from military backgrounds (like attracts like he figured), they had an enviable supply (though their medical stores could certainly be better, something to make note of the next supply run), and not to praise himself (he'd been raised for it after all) too highly, they had good leaders guiding them.

"you know... if you wanted, i could teach you how to handle a sword too." that was another weapon that he was proficient at. something to be used as a secondary resort, especially since getting close to zombies was undesirable but sometimes inevitable. the others in the group certainly found him eccentric, his choice of weapons were practical for the situation but not common, especially in a time if an apocalypse didn't happen. not to mention, his accent definitely didn't help with that assumption.

elijah  wasn't  the  type  to  share  his  sob  story  with  the  class;  or  with  anybody  really.  or  anything  really.  most  folks  knew  his  name  &  that  would  just  have  to  do.  a  few  knew  slightly  more,  those  who  frequently  dealt  with  him  in  one  way  or  another.  be  it  going  on  supply  runs  together,  spending  hours  together  during  their  watch  shifts  or  just  when  they  sat  by  the  fire  to  eat.  some  had  earned  ...details.  admittedly,  there  wasn't  much  to  him  -  he  felt,  though  an  outsider  may  disagree.

even  without  verbal  confirmation,  it  should  be  quite  obvious  that  elijah  was  a  military  man.  they  had  a  few  in  the  group,  which  definitely  had  upped  their  survival  rate  quite  a  bit.  it  was  maybe  obvious  in  the  way  he  held  himself,  although  elijah  had  slowly  begun  losing  that  proper  perfect  army  posture.  partially  due  to  back  pains,  partially  ..because  this  wasn't  the  army.  his  m4  went  wherever  he  went,  held  dear  to  his  heart  even  though  its  usefulness  was  ...dwindling.  maybe  they  could  find  a  gun  shop  one  day,  or  a  military  checkpoint.  though  most  of  those  had  already  been  plundered.

if  the  archer  thought  elijah  would  notice  he  was  showing  off  -  whether  or  not  he  did  so  because  he  knew  he  had  company,  he  was  wrong,  although  elijah  did  follow  his  movement  down  to  the  last  twitch,  watching  that  crazy  little  stunt  he  pulled  &  sure,  part  of  him  wondered  when  he'd  ever  need  to  shoot  like  that,  but  then  again  -  who  was  he  to  judge  another  man's  training  routine?  his  own  was  ..well.  his  own.  his  fellow  leader  ..was  fit.  he  was  quite  pleasing  to  watch  &  that  was  the  main  problem,  because  it  led  to  this.

he  didn't  usually  indulge,  but  there  was  something  about  him  that  just  pulled  him  in.  definitely  not  the  way  they  met,  thanks.  although  he  did  occasionally  ...  think  about  it.  truth  be  told  he  would  be  dead  without  josif  &  a  debt  like  that  didn't  just  vanish  with  time.  it  remained  until  paid  back  -  one  way  or  another.  preferably  without  either  of  them  dying.  pulled  from  thought  by  a  noise,  he  looked  back  just  in  time  to  watch  that  arrow  fly.  it  hit  the  mark,  they  always  did.

ugh.

there  was  no  way  around  it,  was  there?  there  was  no  weakness  in  ....asking.  he  knew  that.  he  did.  but  it  was  still  difficult  -  it  ...implied  he  needed  help  &  elijah  ...had  never  needed  anybody's  help.  he  never  relied  on  anybody  but  himself.  he  wasn't  going  to  start  now.  or  maybe  he  could.  he  was  right  there.  only  a  few  feet  between  them,  if  even.  another  little  grumble  ...rumbled  in  his  chest,  arms  still  crossed  in  front  of  his  chest,  legs  crossed  underneath  &  in  front  of  him.

"teach  me."  ...please.  voice  gruff,  eyes  ....barely  spending  enough  time  looking  up  from  where  he  sat  to  meet  the  man's  eyes.  it  was  the  smartest  move.  arrows  could  be  made,  bullets  ...could  not.  he  was  not  ....asking  for  help.

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you needed a certain sense of calmness if you wanted to fire an arrow straight — though you could also curve arrows as much as that seemed to be unrealistic — he supposed it was the same for gun, especially a sniper.

his stance was mostly impractical, unless a hand was busy (which could happen in supply runs) and he was missing or took off a shoe. and you don't usually want to go around in a post apocalyptic wasteland (not actually a wasteland) barefoot. a hand gripping on the bar mounted below the ceiling, supporting his weight with a pull-up, while a foot was holding his bow. with the arrow already nocked, his other hand had taken to pulling the string back, drawing the bow, eye tracing a line to his target... before he felt eyes on him again.

he turned. ah. the damsel as he'd taken to calling him, though not in english of course, and not the literal translation either. josif wasn't how well he'd actually take it. the ex-royal had taken to enjoying the man's company, however gruff and anti-social the other had been. it was interesting trying to understand him. like elijah was something to be pried into, dissected; a puzzle to work on, a diplomatic hurdle to overcome. not that josif himself had revealed too much about himself to the other either.

while elijah had eyes averted, the noble kept his eyes on the man leaning against the window. it wasn't the first time josif caught the other's eyes lingering while he was training. so maybe he was showing off a little. it might have looked effortless, the ease of which he'd been able to shoot arrows with a bow but he was under no impression that there were certainly more skilled members in the group. actual military men who'd seen real war. like elijah.

he'd been at it for a while and had been sweating to some degree. sweater and t-shirt long since discarded — no point sullying it and necessitating a wash. water was a precious commodity.

he made a noncommittal noise. perhaps to get the man's attention again, if he was so keen on trying to look without looking.

he let the wooden shaft fly.

it landed squarely on the target. he didn't have to turn back to it to know but he did anyway. he was slightly pleased with himself, though the outcome was expected. he'd been using a bow since he was a kid. to think it would have an actual use in real life apart from just a hobby. satisfied, he held his bow with his hand again and jumped off the bar he was attached to, landing gracefully onto the wooden floor.

closed  starter  for:  @royalstranded location:  6th  floor  -  newsroom

the  one  good  thing  about  being  holed  up  in  a  way-too  big  building  was  …  space.  admittedly,  they  didn’t  often  use  it  &  there  were  several  floors  above  &  below  them  that  still  needed  clearing  to  be  entirely  safe  here,  but  when  ammo  was  limited  &  lives  were  on  the  line…  progress  was  slow.  but  they  were  thorough  &  every  cleared  floor  brought  perks  with  it.  one  thing  they  didn’t  have  yet,  but  surely  would  need  sooner  or  later  was  a  practice  area.  there  was  no  getting  around  fighting  here  &  while  guns  were  rare  everybody  had  to  know  how  to  use  them  if  needed.

right  now  they  spent  most  of  their  time  on  the  sixths  floor.  it  was  safest  staying  together  &  the  newsroom  was  huge,  so  they  had  a  little  makeshift  practice  area  set  up  on  one  end  of  it.  a  few  targets;  some  made  of  wood,  some  of  plastic  —  some  …  were  plushies  on  ropes.  elijah  knew  that  he  was  playing  a  dangerous  game;  ammo  was  scarce  &  he  couldn’t  take  down  biters  frequently  with  a  knife.  he  also  knew  that  there  was  one  very  simple  (but  not  easy)  way  of  trying  to  fix  his  problem.  was  he  willing  to  do  it,  though?  status  …  unclear.

he’d  been  sat  with  his  back  against  one  of  the  tall,  covered  windows  close  by,  his  rifle  set  down  next  to  him  to  clean  &  take  inventory  of  the  bullet  left  in  the  clip,  but  even  when  he  was  done…  he  remained.  someone  was  practicing  &  like  ..once  or  maybe  twice  before  (or  a  few  times  more  than  that),  elijah  found  himself  mesmerized.  again.

there  was  a  calm  to  josif's  movements,  a  peace  -  it  seemed,  elijah  only  rarely  felt.  his  blood  always  thrumming  in  impatience,  with  urges  &  needs  the  group  couldn't  know  about.  nobody  could.  arms  hastily  crossed  in  front  of  his  chest  when  caught,  eyes  averted  the  other's  -  annoyed  he  let  it  come  this  far.  little  grunt,  little  grumble.  keep  movin',  don't  look.  the  archer  had  been  with  them  for  a  long  while  &  he'd  dare  call  them  friends,  but  …  that  didn't  mean  anything.  right?  ….right. 

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BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: [ JOSIF ANĐELKO KARAĐORĐEVIĆ ] NICKNAME: [ none. ] AGE: [ 57 ] GENDER: [ MALE ] PRONOUNS: [ HE/HIM ] ETHNICITY: [ WHITE, SERBIAN ] PREVIOUS OCCUPATION: [ NOBLE, ROYAL ] ROLE: [ LEADER, RAIDER ] RELIGION: [ SERBIAN ORTHODOX ] LANGUAGE, IN ORDER OF PROFICIENCY: [ ENGLISH, SERBIAN, CROATIAN, BOSNIAN, RUSSIAN, VARIOUS OTHER LANGUAGES ] ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: [ BIROMANTIC ] SEXUAL ORIENTATION: [ 'STRAIGHT', BISEXUAL ] SEXUAL TEMPERAMENT: [ DOM-SWITCH ] SEXUAL POSITION: [ TOP ]

RELATIONSHIPS

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: [ TBA. WIFE. STATUS: UNKNOWN. ] CHILDREN: [ TBA. SON. STATUS: DEAD. TBA. DAUGHTER. STATUS: DEAD. TBA. SON. STATUS: UNKNOWN ] PARENTS: [ TBA. ] SIBLINGS: [ TBA. ] FRIENDS: [ TBA. ]

PHYSICAL TRAITS

FACE CLAIM: [ TIMOTHY OLYPHANT ] EYE COLOUR: [ HAZEL BROWN ] HAIR COLOUR: [ GREY, WHITE ] HEIGHT: [ 1.84 METRES ] BODY BUILD: [ ATHLETIC, LEAN BUFF ] FACIAL HAIR: [ BEARD CENTRED AROUND THE MOUTH, EXTENDING TO THE SIDE OF HIS FACE. ] TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: [ TBA. ] NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: [ TBA. ]

PHOBIAS AND DISORDERS

PHOBIAS/FEARS: [ tba. ] MENTAL DISORDERS: [ tba.]

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: [ TBA. ] LIKES: [ TBA. ] DISLIKES: [ TBA. ] POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ STEADFAST, CLEAR-HEADED, DETERMINED, FARSIGHTED, RESOURCEFUL, SUAVE ] NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ ENTITLED, ASSERTIVE, CRITICAL ]

AESTHETICS

AESTHETICS: [ TBA. ] INSPO: [ TBA. ]

KINKS

KINKS: [ BREEDING. COLLARS. LEASHES. VERBAL FEMINISATION. BOOT KISSING/LICKING. RESTRAINS/BONDAGE. THONGS. CHOKING. PUBLIC. HUMILIATION. DEGRADATION. SOMNOPHILIA. WATERSPORTS. FACE FUCKING. STOMACH BULGING. GAPING. OBJECTIFICATION. MARKING. COCK WARMING. TBA. ] ANTI-KINKS: [ VORE. SCAT. INFANTILISM. ]

BIOGRAPHY

was in the embassy when the outbreak happened.

lost two of his children that were with him at the time. the other child was last known to still be in serbia. wife ended up missing.

has a sword he took from the embassy and a bow.

bodyguard died.

encountered the group when they were raiding a place near where he was holed up in. saved elijah from being overwhelmed by zombies. joined the group.

more tba.