Misty Eliza Constant is a quiet 19 year old girl. She constantly lives on the brink of death due to her trying to survive the dreaded zombie apocalypse. Misty is often seen as shy and useless. She isn't very skilled with a gun and usually spends her nights staying up until she knows it's safe for her to sleep. She is very cautious around the walkers but is often afraid. She wields a metal baseball bat for protection. [Indie RP Blog for a OC. Associated with The Walking Dead fandom. I do not own the FC gifs, or icons. All credit goes to their rightful owners. FC: Indiana Evans ]
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Seeing your RP partner having fun RPing with someone else

And then you think they don’t like RPing with you anymore

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You can ask me anything and I’ll answer honestly, but only with yes or no.

Let's play the "Yes or No" game.
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Misty shook her head. "No.." She replied, occasionally glancing over at the walkers that were gathered nearby.
"I'm Misty." She introduced herself. Misty figured saying her full name would just be a waste of time. They should get out of here. The walkers could spot them and the nineteen year old didn't want to risk Clementine getting hurt. "Let's go. I..um..have a camp nearby."
safetyisamust started following you.
Clementine walked down the road, quickly passing the abandoned cars and making sure she stayed as quiet as possible. After a short while she noticed walkers in the distance. Clem hid behind a car, her breath slowing as she looked for an escape route.
In the distance, she saw another woman. This one living. Now was not the time to shout out to the new face. Slowly and silently, Clem tried to get the woman’s attention, waving and gesturing to the group of walkers ahead.
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[ Soooo...I should get to replies in my drafts. ]
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HIATUS [ two months ]
I’m tired of being hated|ignored.
I try so hard to answer everyone. I have around three hundred followers and it’s difficult to keep up with everyone as they demand. If I pay attention to one roleplayer more than the other, I get hell for it. I have constant daily drama to deal with and I’m done. I love ‘The Walking Dead’ and I absolutely enjoy portraying ’Glenn Rhee’. But there is only so much I can take. This is my breaking point.
I might come back sooner, later or never.
Thank you for the support, I love you all and will miss you all.

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[ *banging head against wall* Why did I have to look through the "TWD" tag. MY POOR BBY NOOO! ]
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Misty lifted up the blanket Jackson had given her and hesitantly laid down on the warm couch. She silently got in a comfortable position and stared up at the ceiling. "Alright..Thanks." She said is a quiet voice, her own voice sounded strange to her. Even though that was all she had heard the past few days. A sigh escaped as she began to remember the past events.
Misty was tired. She could feel a yawn build up inside. "Have sweet dreams.." She murmured, eyes slowly closing.
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Misty flinched when she felt his fingers in her hair. But soon relaxed and wiped her tears. It was nice to have the familiar feeling of fingers running through your hair. Human contact was rare these days. Her breaths came out short and jagged as the last of her tears ran down her cheeks. She hated crying. It always gave her a headache afterwards. Her breathing calmed and her shoulders sank. “T-Thanks.” She stammered, slowly sitting up straight. “I..I..um..” Without finishing her sentence, she reached for her water bottle and twisted open the cap, bringing it up to her lips.
After drinking her fill, Misty closed the bottle and put it to the side. “I..feel better now.” She said quietly, looking over at him. “Sorry about that.” She apologized sheepishly, wiping at her eyes.
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[ *rolling around* I'm going to be watching Supernatural. Possibly going to be on here too. ]
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send me a ✿ and i'll generate a number
1: aggressive kiss
2: all over kiss
3: back kiss
4: cheek kiss
5: eyelid kiss
6: fingers kiss
7: firm kiss
8: first kiss
9: forehead kiss
10: french kiss
11: gentle kiss
12: ghost kiss
13: hand kiss
14: jawline kiss
15: last kiss
16: neck kiss
17: rain kiss
18: stomach kiss
19: underwater kiss
20: upside down kiss
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Misty flinched when she felt his fingers in her hair. But soon relaxed and wiped her tears. It was nice to have the familiar feeling of fingers running through your hair. Human contact was rare these days. Her breaths came out short and jagged as the last of her tears ran down her cheeks. She hated crying. It always gave her a headache afterwards. Her breathing calmed and her shoulders sank. "T-Thanks." She stammered, slowly sitting up straight. "I..I..um.." Without finishing her sentence, she reached for her water bottle and twisted open the cap, bringing it up to her lips.
After drinking her fill, Misty closed the bottle and put it to the side. "I..feel better now." She said quietly, looking over at him. "Sorry about that." She apologized sheepishly, wiping at her eyes.
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Shit. The tears wouldn’t stop falling even if Misty commanded them to. The death of Jeremy heavily impacted her. The fact that she was living in a world with dead people didn’t help at all. Her sobs were muffled, her face buried in the blanket. When she heard him move couches, she leaned on him, unsuccessfully trying to calm herself down.
Thank god, her sobs weren’t coming as much now. She just needed someone. That’s all she ever wanted. Knowing that he was there calmed her down slightly. “J-Jeremy..” She whispered hoarsely. “His name was..Jer..Jeremy.” She concluded, using the blankets to wipe her eyes. “He was..He was..My boyfriend.” Why was she telling him all this? It was normal, she guessed. After all, whenever she cried, she’d go to her foster dad to cry on his shoulder. Tell him between sobs what was wrong. “Can I..Can I..Stay like this for awhile?” She asked, looking up at him with misty eyes. It felt weird to be asking Jackson this. But it was the only thing that would calm her down. She didn’t want to die because she was crying. No. Not like that. Heroic was the way she wanted to go. Not because she broke down because of her..dead boyfriend.

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[ Heading out for supper. Have replies in drafts. >u< ]
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★ oops bye
“Heh..” She looks down sheepishly. “Thanks, Jackson.”
[ :3 ]
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