#⅋ . tayla quinney : 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁.

[pocalypz]

& . closed for @cfdebris ( laz )

the   dead   of   night   was   always   her   favorite   .   most   people   found   silence   to   be   unsettling   in   a   world   like   theirs   ,   afraid   moaning   and   groaning   would   pierce   through   the   air   with   an   inevitable   clicking   to   follow   .   not   tayla   .   novac   eased   her   mind   ,   gave   her   a   sense   of   peace   she   hadn’t   found   in   the   years   prior   ,   and   maybe   she   was   getting   too   comfortable   now   .   the   blonde   leaned   back   in   her   chair   each   night   ,   head   against   ripped   cushion   as   her   eyes   scanned   the   words   of   authors   she   now   knew   by   heart   .   this   entertainment   was   minimal   ,   but   it   was   enough   .   upon   hearing   someone   approach   ,   eyes   lift   from   the   page   and   she   has   to   lift   her   body   ever   so   slightly   to   peer   over   the   desk   .   familiar   faces   weren’t   uncommon   ,   but   there   were   some   she’d   play   favorites   towards   .   ❛   rough   night   ?   ❜   well   ,   this   would   hold   her   over   for   at   least   an   hour   .

[pocalypz]

shift   starts   in   a   few   hours   ,   leaves   the   blonde   bored   upon   waking   up   .   no   ,   it’s   not   morning   ,   but   that’s   what   working   the   graveyard   shift   would   do   to   a   person   .   there’s   a   sense   of   normalcy   that   comes   with   sitting   by   the   pool   ,   even   with   it   empty   and   lacking   a   reflection   to   gaze   dreamily   into   ,   and   it’s   something   tayla   craves   more   than   anything   else   .   quick   glance   to   the   side   enables   the   grasp   of   the   other’s   gaze   for   a   brief   moment   .   smile   remains   hidden   as   she   sits   a   good   distance   away   ,   legs   kicked   over   the   edge   of   the   pool   as   heels   kicked   dry   concrete   quietly   .   ❛   must   have   been   a   bad   song   to   have   you   reacting   that   way   .   ❜   tayla’s   jest   comes   with   good   intentions   ,   palms   scraping   the   ground   a   bit   as   her   shoulders   rose   .   ❛   i   didn’t   mean   to   scare   you   .   ❜

location: behind the motel

⸻⸻ 𝙠𝙖𝙞𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙣 the edge of the empty pool, mashing the buttons on their ipod shuffle, brows knitted and face slowly morphing with increased frustation. ‘ for fuck's sake! ’ she exclaims, yanking out her earphones and tossing the offending device to the side. it's only then that she realizes she's not alone, and whips her head around in surprise. ‘ sorry — i didn't — i ... sorry, ’ they mumble, because all they do these days is apologize.

[pocalypz]

& . closed for @bludhound !

novac   seemed   to   be   a   graveyard   of   her   past   lives   .   many   people   she’d   run   into   over   the   years   had   appeared   out   of   nowhere   ,   making   tayla   believe   this   might   have   been   her   own   personal   hell   .   maybe   she   died   years   ago   ,   to   the   infected   like   she   should   have   from   the   start   .   maybe   this   was   her   punishment   for   all   the   lies   that   slid   through   her   lips   .   either   way   ,   tayla   wasn’t   a   fan   of   having   to   face   the   consequences   of   her   actions   .   she   sits   ,   still   as   a   statue   with   a   book   in   her   lap   while   she   remained   lazed   back   in   her   chair   .   it’s   when   mina’s   figure   wanders   in   that   the   blonde   tears   her   gaze   from   the   words   on   the   page   to   the   only   other   person   she’d   seen   in   the   last   hour   .   expression   doesn’t   change   ,   stoic   nature   failing   to   falter   now   as   chin   lifts   in   acknowledgment   of   her   company   .      ❛   have   a   good   night   .   ❜   tone   rests   nothing   short   of   sour   ,   unsure   if   mina   was   headed   towards   a   room   or   away   from   the   desk   .   tayla   didn’t   care   all   too   much   either   way   .

[pocalypz]

& . closed for @hurtstobecome ( dealer's choice )

the   shade   ,   in   any   shape   or   form   ,   feels   GODLIKE   when   it’s   a   scorcher   .   tayla   was   fortunate   enough   to   be   able   to   spend   most   of   her   days   indoors   ,   sleeping   away   whatever   threat   nature   held   against   them   during   the   day   while   only   coming   out   to   do   whatever   she   needed   to   at   night   .   this   was   a   rare   day   off   ,   by   choice   ,   and   the   blonde   could   only   curse   herself   every   other   minute   for   allowing   herself   to   go   outside   for   more   than   five   seconds   .   shoulders   roll   a   bit   as   she   finds   a   seat   beneath   a   makeshift   roof   ,   palms   rubbing   together   to   rid   them   of   any   excess   dirt   .   she   was   not   built   for   this   life   ,   but   she’d   make   do   with   what   she   was   given   .   ❛   god   ,   it   feels   like   hell   out   here   .   ❜   femme   murmurs   ,   suddenly   regretful   of   the   fact   that   she   never   paid   sunscreen   any   further   attention   after   the   world   broke   down   .   it   was   the   little   things   ,   wasn’t   it   ?

[pocalypz]

if   there’s   one   certainty   left   in   this   life   ,   it   was   that   tayla   would   be   damned   if   she   lost   the   last   remaining   person   that   she’d   channeled   all   of   her   care   into   .   brought   together   by   unusual   circumstances   ,   the   two   were   mirror   images   of   each   other   .   for   that   ,   tayla   was   still   grateful   .   a   night   off   meant   boredom   was   inevitable   ,   which   was   something   to   be   avoided   in   order   to   keep   her   sanity   in   check   ,   and   so   she   seeks   out   alex   .   it’s   not   hard   to   find   her   ,   tayla’s   approach   nothing   short   of   cautious   with   a   hint   of   a   smile   tugging   at   her   lips   .   ❛   oh   ,   never   .   ❜   reply   comes   lightly   as   she   sits   beside   alex   ,   arms   extending   to   wrap   around   her   own   legs   as   tayla’s   gaze   wandered   for   a   few   moments   .   ❛   i   think   we   could   all   use   an   upgrade   .   i’m   pretty   sure   those   springs   are   leaving   knots   in   my   back   .   ❜

𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓    ⸻   just outside their room with tayla quinney ( @pocalypz )

nights are the worst for alex ( she knows she is not alone in that reality ) and she's long past fighting her inability to sleep for long. at first, she tossed and turned, negotiating with her own mind for some semblance of rest. now, she just give up when it's obvious she's going to lose the fight. she doesn't really know how long she's been out, legs crossed and just looking at the calm surroundings ( if she didn't know any better, she'd say the world has finally known peace ). "can't sleep either?" words spoken after hearing the familiar footsteps of her older sister and looking up to meet her. "i guess i'm past blaming the mattresses when it's been this long, huh." it's an attempt at a joke, trying not to ask her sister if she's just here to check on her as the first thing out of her mouth.

[pocalypz]

a   lone   wolf   howls   to   the   moon   every   night   in   hopes   of   finding   home   in   a   pack   .   blonde   reflects   on   a   time   where   she’d   be   laying   in   some   rundown   gas   station   ,   staring   at   the   moon   with   an   arm   behind   her   head   and   no   end   in   sight   when   it   came   to   a   final   destination   .   she   remembered   the   loneliness   of   it   all   before   novac   ,   how   suffocating   that   silence   could   be   .   here   ,   at   work   ,   the   night   was   rather   quiet   but   there   were   signs   of   life   everywhere   in   the   desolation   that   once   was   .   to   say   she   was   grateful   for   laz’s   company   would   be   a   severe   understatement   ,   and   one   she’d   never   vocalize   to   anyone   .   ❛   yeah   ,   i   was   getting   worried   that   your   life   became   too   busy   for   us   little   people   over   here   .   ❜   tayla’s   jest   comes   naturally   as   she   finds   herself   in   sync   beside   laz   ,   smile   barely   even   noticeable   in   the   dim   lights   novac   had   so   graciously   provided   .   it   was   a   miracle   they   even   had   electricity   .   ❛   well   ,   you   see   all   the   gross   stuff   before   we   have   to   ,   so   i   can’t   really   blame   you   .   i   can’t   remember   the   last   time   i   was   excited   for   a   meal   around   here   .   ❜   with   her   schedule   ,   it   was   rare   for   tayla   to   even   join   the   others   when   people   ate   .   instead   ,   she   saved   her   food   for   her   shift   and   picked   at   it   over   the   course   of   eight   hours   before   it   ran   cold   .   she   never   wasted   it   ,   but   she   was   bad   at   timing   and   incredible   at   distractions   .   ❛   any   updates   ,   though   ?   my   life   is   lacking   drama   ,   laz   ,   so   you   have   to   be   that   entertainment   for   me   .   ❜

tayla was a face he felt like he hadn't seen since last week. he had been caught up in his own life to catch up on the people that he usually likes seeing "sure thing," he says before instinctively putting his hands in his pockets that were all calloused and overworked from the day before and leading his way down the hallway. he had started to enjoy his late evening walks with tayla if he was going to be quite honest. he knew that something was thrown out of whack when he hadn't seen her. "sorry 'bout last week, by the way, i didn't think it's been that long not seein' ya until today." he says smiling sheepishly at her. tayla was always one of those rare people who got to see laz with other than just anger; he also wasn't quite sure how they had gotten to that point by now but she had been around long enough that laz had shockingly enough gotten used to her. "i feel like if that happens, we should catch up with a meal, but half the time i don't even want to eat the food after preparing it. it's weird ever since I've been here i feel like i've been more vegetarian." he says in a spooky voice again; never really thinking that he would get to that point by now after growing up his father was adamant about having a piece of meat with every meal. oh how times have changed since then.

[pocalypz]

all   nights   seemed   rough   nowadays   .   not   only   did   tayla   find   every   night   becoming   longer   and   longer   ,   but   the   days   seemed   no   better   .   heat   was   hard   to   avoid   in   their   current   state   ,   which   made   sleeping   even   harder   to   do   with   the   sun   out   .   graveyard   shift   was   her   own   choice   ,   that   much   was   true   ,   but   it   didn’t   mean   it   was   the   best   .   ❛   see   ,   i   always   look   my   best   .   ❜   blonde   comments   absently   ,   head   tilting   a   bit   as   he   approached   .   laz   was   one   of   the   few   people   tayla   actually   liked   hanging   out   with   ,   not   that   she’d   ever   really   admit   it   .   the   offer   hangs   in   the   air   for   a   second   longer   as   tayla’s   gaze   shifts   from   him   to   the   door   .   these   were   vacant   hours   ,   with   little   activity   expected   ,   if   any   at   all   .   ❛   yeah   ,   please   .   if   i   don’t   ,   i   might   knock   out   soon   .   ❜   standing   up   ,   the   femme   pushed   her   book   forward   onto   the   desk   before   using   her   heel   to   kick   the   chair   in   a   bit   .   ❛   lead   the   way   ?   ❜

laz found himself walking back to his room rather later than usual. he was tired and it showed in the rims of his eyes. perhaps he hasn't been sleeping well and with the darkness surrounding them from the night it seemed ever more evident that there was something going on with laz. "you could say that." he says to the familiar voice. tayla. he's seen her a lot quite frequently these days as he sits down on the desk slouching against the wall. he wasn't ready to be isolated to his room yet. sometimes he wondered if it would be better if he had roommates, but laz did really like his alone time after work. "you don't look any better either, by the way." he adds with a teasing smirk on his lips. "you need to do a round around the building, or whatever? i can join you."