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Uncle Klaus + Claire Bear

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samar snorts in agreement, hands wedging into the front of her jacket pockets. "do you ever imagine you're drinking something else when you're drinking water?" she does, all the time. call it the nostalgia bug. "i do. it's usually pepsi. i used to buy a case of it every week. but did it ever last for more than five days? no." offhanded rambling is one thing that hasn't perished among their grim surroundings. plus, samar likes to think it fills the time of their journey, makes them think about something other than how long it'll actually take to get to the sanctuary. ben never seemed to mind it... so she believes, anyway. a hum accompanies the scratch at her forehead. "well, you found me. that brain's worth somethin'. you think they'll still be as welcoming?"

Cont. from @smckehour || Ben and Samar (x)

"Well, at this stage, I'll take my chances with the bacteria." Ben replied, chuckling slightly as he glanced towards his friend and shifted the strap of his rifle on his shoulder. He was grateful to not be alone in this world. He thought he could manage it at first, having been used to traveling alone before now, but having Samar around reminded him that there was still good in humanity. What was left of it, anyway.

"No, not that. I was out this way not long after the outbreak. Made my way through town in search of supplies, survivors, before the sanctuary was created. It's been a while but hopefully I can remember the path through well enough... This old brain ain't what it used to be."

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sympathy's a rare bead of light in their trails. samar knows when to extend it, or exchange it for hardness when posed against outsiders who don't think twice about unsheathing their weapons. a hand reaches back to tap at the side of her bookbag, a small chuckle gritted between her teeth when kody's face twists. "you can chew gum and walk at the same time, right? probably isn't any real difference with a can of cold green beans." it's an offer. because without kody, one could say samar's days would be a more dull. if that's even possible. "eh, maybe three more hours? give or take. then i can lay back and daydream about a nice hot shower."

as of on cue, kody's stomach rumbles mercilessly, causing an amused grimace to fill her expression. this life was exhausting, but she knew she had to count herself lucky. so many had long since left their world, so many were fated and cursed to haunt it. "ignore that, we can keep going until we find another safe point. the sooner we get there, the better." she was far from willing to waste any time, the sooner they found the supposed safe-zone the better. "how long do we have before the sun sets?"

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"you heard me the first time, bear. yea." gaslight, gatekeep - he's trying his best here to attain it. doesn't do much though for the fact that part of him actually cares about the other man sitting across from him, but there's a stereotypical mantra that's been growing on him since the last time he escaped bear's sight: save the best for last. he drops his hand in his lap, sinking further into the couch with a lazy slouch. "ohhh, man. what are you now? the fucking feds? i clearly remember inviting you over and you not showing up so. there goes my alibi, down the drain. maybe you can ask my cat."

"overthinking it?" bear wouldn't be surprised, considering the lengths he'd gone to, the time he'd taken to try and untangle the web that had been splayed out in front of him. he can't remember the last time he had a reasonable amount of sleep, hand raising to rub against the back of his neck, a futile attempt to rid him of the ache that now resided there. "...can anyone corroborate that alibi?"

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it's odd, how sloane shed's a layer of vulnerability and el easily relaxes into it. in her mind, that night that had their limbs tangled together was a one & done type of deal. even if she did pass off her number, there was a longing she didn't want to lean into too much. she hates overthinking, always taking things at face value. maybe part of this was on her too. eyes peer to the blonde's arm, the finger picking, and el pushes a sigh to fill the beat she takes before responding. "i wanted to see you again. sober, fully clothed... or not." proof enough that she did feel the same, dousing her words with misplaced teasing as she bumps into her shoulder. she laughs, "wow. then this must be some sorta twisted fate. now i gotta sit through dessert thinking up a plan on how i'm gonna sneak off to be with you for the rest of the night."

admittedly, a wave of relief washes over sloane at el's words. she begins to pluck at the loose strings on her sweaters. "and you didn't expect to find me here either, obviously." despite everything, she does care about her brother's feelings which makes this whole thing even worse. there's probably going to be no way to navigate this safely without the possibility of it ruining her relationship with him. el's next words causes her heart to tighten uncomfortably in her chest. "i... i was scared. i wasn't sure if things would feel the same." sloane responds quietly, biting her lip so hard she's fearful it will break the skin. she looks away regretfully; obviously it still did feel the same. "then i got a new phone and lost it."

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damn, she's caught him. not like acting was ever in his future, anyway, but drawing out the inevitable was. "mmmm..." he hums, lofting his head from side to side making a show out of it. "i dunno, v. don't you work for those haughty-taughty-stuffy people? i feel like i gotta have my tie strapped all the way up to my neck. i'm not good at that corporate small talk like you are."

“ oh, stop it. you know i perfected the whole faking sick thing when i was like seven. so, you can’t pull that shit with me. “ she slumps down on the couch next to him, pout already present on her lips as she nudges him with her index finger. “ please jordan — you have to go, there’s no one else. “ 

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samar's so focused on the soles of her feet aching from worn down boots that the dryness stuck in the back of her throat felt like the lesser sting. though she likely wouldn't have even made it this far if it weren't for ben. he had become more than a guide, but an ally through the trenches of the dead & dismal. "if it's not the bite that'll get us, sure as hell will be stream bacteria." she murmurs, scientist humor at it's best, and probably worst, timing. he mentions something that piques her interest, though, steadily following behind him. "you said last time? have you tried making it to the sanctuary on your own already?"

Ever since he ran into Samar, he knew that he would be able to trust her. Something in his gut told him that she was a good person, and given how rare it was to find people like that these days, he opted to take his chances. As they made their way along the desolate roads, Ben never switched off, always ready for something to go wrong, but when he heard her mention their rations, he turned back to face her.

"You're right. Last time I went through here there was a stream... About half a mile down the road. We can top up our bottles when we pass."

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even though the world had gone to shit, samar was thankful to have someone like ximena at her side. the person who reminded her it was okay to take reprieve, even if it only lasted for a few hours. maybe it was the fear that drove her or the determination to see their trek through, but it's her knack to test their limits. she slows her footing, looking back at ximena over her shoulder. "you really think that's a good idea?" her eyes say it; they're both tired. "guess it would be nice to actually sleep for more than three hours... alright, just one night."

Going hungry was nothing new and yet, it didn't seem to get that much easier. They needed that sanctuary to be real and to be welcoming otherwise Mena had no idea what they would do. "I think we should try to make a detour to scavenge." That was, if there was anything left near. "Maybe find somewhere with a roof, at least for one night." They had gone on for so long and Ximena was exhausted but she wouldn't let that stop her, stop them.

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I really need this right now, man. Life sucks.

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY 4x04 | "The Cleanse"

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open to: anyone. info: darren, 32. he/him. secret slasher / ghostface enthusiast, inspired by scream.

"i feel like you might be overthinking this, just, a lot." but truth of the matter is, they're so close to uncovering his coveted truth that it makes him succumb to a nervous tick, scratching the back of his neck - shrugging up his shoulders as nonchalantly as he can to subside it. "how could i have been there when i was at home watching beat bobby flay re-runs all night?"

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open to: anyone. info: samar, 38. she/her. apocalypse based, inspired by tlou/twd.

the days droned on, longer than the stretch they kneaded into their supplies. with their luck, they'd near a rumored factory turned sanctuary near the edge of the city in four day's time, that's if luck still existed. samar doesn't believe in it anymore. "well, if we skip dinner tonight, we should be able to make it another week with the rations," should. "but we need to keep moving before we lose the sun."

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TOMMY MARTINEZ Good Trouble - (04.13)

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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER 3.04 "Beauty and the Beasts"

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Glen Powell as Tyler Owens TWISTERS 2024 — dir. Lee Isaac Chung

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May Calamawy as Layla El-Faouly / Scarlet Scarab Moon Knight | 2022