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starter call | @svnbleach / joel or lydia
"careful there."Β she's hard to find out hereΒ -Β a decision made long ago,Β that keeps her safe from the monsters still wearing human flesh as much as the creatures that used to be people.Β from her reputation, maeve knows most people assume she's a great deal older.Β adoptive mother the first 'm. donovan' to start the research, mary working hard, working into her grave.Β radio chatter continues on though - one m. donovan no different to another for them, the result all the same in the end.
but her voice is gentle, startlingly so,Β unexpected from corner area of her little makeshift lab.
"it can't hurt you or anything, it'd just be a shame to knock it over."Β head tilts just a little, doe eyes on other,Β cautious and weary yet lacking any of the viciousness needed for survival these days.Β "you here to shoot me or to ask for something?'
#svnbleach#ππππ: // closed starters#π’π’π: // I hope this works for you! x#π’π’π: // craving some end of the world drama#πππ ππππ ππ
ππ: // silhouettes when our bodies finally go#ππππ: // queue
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ππππ: // tag dump: verses (3)
#πππ ππππ ππ
ππ: // silhouettes when our bodies finally go#πππ ππππ: // lookinβ for a way out now I canβt escape#πππππππππ: // when my stomach starts to burn#ππππππππ ππππππ: // Iβve not yet swum too deep#ππ¨ππππ πππππ: // Iβll scream without a voice#πππ π: // lookinβ for a way out now I canβt escape#ππππππ πππππππ: // Β heaven help me I need to make it right Β [ goldshadows ]#πππππ ππππππ: // Β not a saint but I could be if I tried Β [ yoakkemae ]#πππ πππππ π
πππππππππ: // Β we meet long before our end Β [ yoakkemae ]#ππππ: // tag dump
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β i could keep you safe. theyβre all afraid of me. β
the world had ended - bit by bit, scorch by scorch. even now survival seemed little more than a limbo, half the remaining world simply waiting for the next shoe to drop, the rest seeming content to help it worsen in whatever time was left. maeve never seemed to fit in either possibility: Β too clever to not see reality for what it was, too determined to let go of the hope scientist clung to. working to offer what little help she could, learning through too many poor experiences how badly letting people in seemed to do.
@oftoska's offer was... nice, perhaps?Β concerning in other ways. yet brown eyes didn't rise from the plants she was quietly sorting through, separating them into little piles of those to be dried and those with other purposes.
out here, whilst lonely and arguably more exposed, at least she's tucked away from what humanity has become. β careful, I'll think you're worried about me. β she lightly jokes instead, the best evasion she can think of. yet evasions can only last so long, and she's not been around more than a person or two at once since all that happened with bobby, since the almost death that left white scar on the side of temple. β out here, I'm nobody's burden. β
#oftoska#ππππ: // answered asks#πππ ππππ ππ
ππ: // silhouettes when our bodies finally go#π’π’π: // pretend it's a general post apocalypse tag but!#π’π’π: // I'm super excited for this#ππππ: // queue
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ππππ: // tag dump: verses (3)
πππ ππππ ππ
ππ: // silhouettes when our bodies finally go
πππ ππππ: // lookinβ for a way out now I canβt escape
πππππππππ: // when my stomach starts to burn
ππππππππ ππππππ: // Iβve not yet swum too deep
ππ¨ππππ πππππ: // Iβll scream without a voice
πππ π: // lookinβ for a way out now I canβt escape
π£π₯ππ ππ©ππ: // I failed to see it from the start
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ππππππ πππππππ: // Β heaven help me I need to make it right Β [ goldshadows ]
πππππ ππππππ: // Β not a saint but I could be if I tried Β [ yoakkemae ]
πππ πππππ π
πππππππππ: // Β we meet long before our end Β [ yoakkemae ]
#ππππ: // tag dump#πππ ππππ ππ
ππ: // silhouettes when our bodies finally go#πππ ππππ: // lookinβ for a way out now I canβt escape#πππππππππ: // when my stomach starts to burn#ππππππππ ππππππ: // Iβve not yet swum too deep#ππ¨ππππ πππππ: // Iβll scream without a voice#πππ π: // lookinβ for a way out now I canβt escape#ππππππ πππππππ: // Β heaven help me I need to make it right Β [ goldshadows ]#πππππ ππππππ: // Β not a saint but I could be if I tried Β [ yoakkemae ]#πππ πππππ π
πππππππππ: // Β we meet long before our end Β [ yoakkemae ]#π£π₯ππ ππ©ππ: // I failed to see it from the start
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β Β Β || Β Β Β new verse announcement: the la.st of us
she was only a child, found wandering in an area she never should have been able to survive in: mute, terrified, yet clever enough she'd somehow managed alone for a while. mary donovan had been a well known geneticist years before the world went to hell: first working on her projects && these days working for what government remained, searching for a cure.
mary had little interest in playing mother, but a clever prodigy could hardly do any harm. so woman decided to keep little creature, naming her maeve after her husband's mother, raising her to make the very most of her smarts.
by the time of the show or game's events, maeve is usually in her late 20s / 30, continuing her adoptive mother's work && avoiding processing her terrible 'engagement' to bobby before his death. she tends to keep herself out of the way - an expert geneticist, botanist and entomologist as always, who despite natural shyness is still trying to believe in humanity and the potential for the future.
she still isn't a medical doctor in this verse, but because of circumstance she can pull her own weight. like all verses, she's not a killer or violent, and that only works against her.
in this verse, the scar from the bullet wound is still there, but was actually a coma free near death experience for once. bobby was involved with very much the not-good humanity side of survival, something that brought a lot of pain to her door.
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ππ: // silhouettes when our bodies finally go#ππππ: // headcanons#π’π’π: // honestly generally counts as her apocalypse verse too#π’π’π: // she COULD make a cure. she'll die before that though.#π’π’π: // probably#ππππ: // queue
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