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What Lies Ahead: Part Three

Season two, episode one (3/3)

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon and Reader

Word Count: 5,422

Warnings: Slow burn, minor mention of character death, mention of attempted suicide, the usual walking dead violence, language, blood, and such with possible typos.

Author’s Note: I don’t own anything from The Walking Dead, so all credit goes to their respective owners. This is a twd series rewrite with the reader inserted into the mix. I did and will continue to use dialogue from the actual show because I want it to be similar to what you’ve already watched, but obviously have the reader in it.

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Rick had discussed privately with you, Shane and Daryl about the four of you having permission to carry guns while the rest were going to be equipped with some other type of weapon that didn’t require bullets. There was no objection there, no one besides the four of you should carry a loaded weapon since no one else had experience. After the meeting, you exchanged goodnights and decided to make a little makeshift bed in the back of a random pickup truck that was near the RV. You gathered whatever blankets you could find and tossed one into a drawstring bag to use as a pillow before setting your backpack and weapons in the back as well.

Dale had offered for you to sleep in the RV, but you kindly declined wanting to be alone and not coped up in the vehicle even if it was just to sleep. You wanted to feel the cool air and look up at the stars since you knew you wouldn’t be able to fall asleep as quick as you had the last couple of nights. Besides you wanted a space to yourself and call your own. The stars twinkled in the dusk sky giving you a distraction away from the thoughts that crept in your mind and you hoped the trance you were in would put you to sleep, you needed the energy for tomorrow to look for Sophia.

Despite the trouble you had in snoozing off, you woke up early enough to see the sun rise from your spot in the truck bed. It wasn’t like you’d be able to rest any longer since the rays would’ve awaken you anyways, so might as well get a head start. Since no one was up yet, you traded your black v-neck top for a white one and hopped out since you slept in your ripped jeans and combat boots. You strapped on your holsters and secured your pistol and machete along with your collection of knives before peeking into one of the nearby cars in search of food because boy were you starving.

Once you sifted through and found some kettle chips, you leaned up against the back of the truck to pop open the bag to see Rick approaching you with his cop uniform on. You gave him a smile, offering the bag to him to which he smirked and took a few earning a giggle from you. When you two were in high school, you’d both get different things for lunch and share each other’s trays, having a bit of everything to munch on.

“You know there’s a whole stash of food behind that car that everyone gathered,” Rick mentioned with a chuckle as he dusted off his hands, causing you to pause on the chip you were currently crunching on to comprehend what he just said.

“Whoops?” you shrugged, earning your best friend to shake his head with a laugh and you couldn’t help, but to giggle yourself hearing happiness come out of his mouth and how stupid you were.

After the goofiness died down, Rick had folded his arms across his chest and turned a little serious while you placed the empty bag in the truck bed behind you. “You sure you ready to help search? I heard about your hip.”

You sighed, “I’m sure. I’ll be fine, it’s just a bruise besides I have you to look after me,” you playfully said with a smirk, nudging his side with your elbow making him break out into a gleeful smile.

Not long after, everyone started to wake up and come out, so you and Rick made your way over to a car that was close to the RV to finally set out to find Sophia. You took position against the RV as Rick slammed a collection of weapon tools on the hood of the vehicle and unraveled it. “Everybody takes a weapon.”

“These aren’t the kind of weapons we need,” Andrea complained and you rolled your eyes knowing damn well she couldn’t shoot a gun because when you met her, she didn’t even take the safety off, so why should it matter? “What about the guns?”

“We’ve been over that,” Shane blatantly said. “Daryl, Rick, Y/N and I are carrying. We can’t have people popping off rounds every time a tree rustles.” You quietly snickered to yourself at his comment while you doubled check to see if your P99 was loaded and had a full clip.

“It’s not the trees I’m worried about,” she hesitantly clarified.

“Say somebody fires at the wrong moment, a herd happens to be passing by. See, then it’s game over for all of us,” he said all jokes aside. “So you need to get over it.”

The blonde still didn’t look very pleased, but she chose to finally shut her mouth on the situation giving Daryl the opportunity to discuss the plan, where you’d all head to search. His idea was to take the creek up for about five miles, then turn around and come back down on the other side. It wasn’t a bad plan at all, so there was no need for you to voice an opinion especially since he knew the woods better than you did. The creek was her only landmark, so finding her near there was high.

“Stay quiet and stay sharp. Keep space between you, but always stay within sight of each other,” Rick instructed at the group, causing you to nod with the corner of your mouth turned up. That was something the sheriff said to the three of you before going on a grid search or raiding a house, when things were more simpler than the dead rising.

Rick had requested for Dale to keep tinkering on the RV, so once you found Sophia, you’d all be able to get the hell out of the area and back on the original plan, to head for Fort Benning. You still thought it was a waste of time and resources, but it was better than being stranded on the interstate. Before you could head out, Rick had asked for the old man to keep an eye on Carl, but he said he was going with you all which wasn’t surprising to hear, it even made you chuckle.

“You need people, right? To cover as much ground as possible,” Carl said, trying to convince his father which made Rick groan in thought, trying to make a decision on him joining. Rick had turned over to his wife for an answer, but all she did was look at the ground and tell him it was his call. Dale even made a point in saying he had all of you to look after him, so you were sold on him tagging along. His father ultimately agreed, making you grin at the boy after they departed.

“I guess this is finally the hunting trip you always wanted me to take you out on,” you joked in light of the situation, ruffling his hair before hugging him into your good side. “Sorry it won’t be fun,” you gloomily apologized once you loosened your grip to hug his face within your palms.

Carl shrugged his shoulders, “It’s okay. All that matters is finding Sophia.” You gingerly smiled and pressed a quick kiss on top of his head before smoothing out his hair. “Stick with me, kid. I’m going to be real slow out there and I need you to protect me,” you quipped, earning a chuckle in return.

With you and Carl in conversation, you didn’t notice the feud between Andrea and Dale occurring, she wasn’t backing down without her gun that he took from her. “But if Y/N and I hadn’t done what we did, you’d be dead right now,” Dale reminded.

“Jenner gave us an option. I chose to stay-”

“You chose suicide!” Dale argued.

“So what’s that to you? Or Y/N? You barely know me,” Andrea lashed back and it made you uncomfortable that she had felt this way this entire time.

“I know Amy’s death devastated you,” Dale began to say.

“Keep her out of this,” Andrea sternly said. “This is not about Amy. This is about us and if I decided that I had nothing left to live for, who the hell are you to tell me otherwise? To force my hand like that?”

“We saved your life,” Dale confusedly spoke.

“No, Dale. I saved both of yours, you guys forced that on me. I didn’t want the blood on my hands and that is the only reason I left that building. What did you expect?” Andrea questioned.

“Maybe just a little gratitude,” he softly voiced.

“Gratitude? I wanted to die my way, not torn apart by drooling freaks. That was my choice, you took that away from me,” she said, tears ready to spill. “All I wanted after my sister died was to get out of this endless horrific nightmare we live everyday. I wasn’t hurting anyone else. You took my choice away, Dale right along with Y/N and you expect… gratitude?”

You moved away from Carl to take a couple steps forward. “I don’t appreciate being dragged into this because the only reason why I went back into that building was to try and reason with you to not opt out, not force you. If you had still refused, then I would’ve left and dragged Dale right along with me ‘cause then I could say I at least tried. I even said it was your choice and that we couldn’t make you, so I did not force your hand and I sure as hell did not take your choice away. So don’t you dare say I did,” you fumed, tears wanting to be freed, but you refused to let them. You understood being blamed for Sophia, you faulted yourself for it and for not being able to save your aunt and uncle, but you sure as hell weren’t about to be blamed for saving her. It made you risking the chances of being blown up mean nothing.

You began to walk away, not caring to hear any other remarks, but you turned your head to peer at the ground to clarify one more thing. “By the way, you said you weren’t hurting anyone else… well you’re wrong. You would’ve hurt everyone in this group just like Jacqui’s death did.” And with that you strided off hearing multiple footsteps behind you, the search for Sophia was on.

Daryl was leading the way while you were following Lori and Carl, skimming through the knee lengthed grass with Shane as the caboose, trailing behind you. You had the palm of your hand resting on the grip of your pistol while your other hand held your machete. Carl was fiddling with one of your knives in his hands as he walked, but he stopped to show Shane his new weapon. He was telling him how you had given it to him to protect you which made a grin stretch across your face, but it disappeared once Shane had interrupted him in the rudest of ways.

“Keep it down, we’re lookin’ for Sophia. You need to focus on the task,” he scolded as he turned around to search for anything behind. Lori had ushered for her child to keep up, giving you a look that she had heard everything, so you pivoted around to give him a piece of your mind.

“What the fuck was that?” you harshly whispered.

“What was what?” he questioned, preoccupied at scanning the area instead of looking at your face.

You huffed, pointing in the direction of the group with your blade. “What you did to Carl. He was just trying to show you his cool new knife and you had to bring him down with your ‘Focus on the task’ attitude,” you mocked with your fists on your hips, puffing out your chest with a deep voice.

All he did was scoff and press on with you tied to the hip, you weren’t going to let him off that easy. “You know you’re very lucky I somewhat forgave you from what happened at the C.D.C,” you reminded in a hush tone, catching his attention.

“You know I was just drunk, you know that,” he definitively pointed at you, his eyes full of regret.

You scoffed, surveying the area and making sure to watch your step. “Yeah, well, that still doesn’t change what you did, but I’m not going to hang it above your head. Anyways, now that I grabbed your attention, are you pushing away Carl because of Lori?” you eagerly questioned.

“I don’t see why that’s any of your concern or business,” he retorted, giving you a sideways glance.

“It is my business!” you somewhat shouted accidentally and you pried your angered glare off of Shane to see if anyone was looking. Lori’s questioning eyes met yours and you gave her a fake smile before going back to what you were doing. “You are having a feud with my best friend’s- your best friend’s wife,” you corrected, poking him on his arm. “And I want to know why.”

Before he could answer, Shane had tapped you with the back of his hand still keeping his orbs forward and you wanted to slap it away, but you followed his line of sight. There was a tent crowded around with trees giving it a secluded feeling and Shane brought up how Sophia could be in there which wasn’t a terrible assumption.

The four of you that carried guns quietly approached the tent before Daryl gave a signal for the three of you to stay back. He wielded out his knife and got into a crouched stance, ready to strike as he stepped closer to the makeshift home. The archer peeked inside the holes of the tent and waved his hands in an i-don’t-know-can’t-tell way, so Rick quietly called Carol over. He ordered her to call Sophia out softly, if she was in there, her mother’s voice should be the first thing she should hear.

Carol loudly, but quietly called for her daughter, promising that it was safe to come out. It was silent… she wasn’t in there and your heart shattered. Rick and Shane advanced to the tent while you stood beside Carol as Daryl gradually unzipped the tent before lifting the flap. He jerked his head away and covered his senses with the back of hand, indicating in your mind that there was a dead body in there and if it stunk that bad, it had to have been there for weeks. Daryl confirmed what you had thought as he exited the tent, he opted out.

All of a sudden, a sound began to ring out and as you listened closer it sounded like bells, but you couldn’t tell where they were coming from since your concussion prevented you from doing so. Luckily, Rick motioned the way and you all frantically sprinted towards the sound, it could be Sophia.

You were keeping up with the group pretty well considering your injured leg, but then Rick and Shane paused trying to pinpoint the sound again. It wasn’t just your hearing then, the woods were affecting it, bouncing off of trees or what not. Carol and Glenn made a good point, if you could hear them, then Sophia could hear them too or someone was calling for others or maybe she was ringing them herself.

There were trees hovering over your path, but you could identify a clearing and a white building. Once you pushed passed the leaves, a church came into view, but it didn’t have a steeple or bells to cause the ringing. Rick ignored Shane’s observation and began to dash towards the godly building. No one was in grave danger, so you chose to speed walk while the others followed the southern quickly. After you caught up with the group, Rick and Daryl were positioned on either side of the door ready to breach in with Shane in front.

The doors were pushed open and three walkers craned their heads to look at you. One was in a bridal gown and the two others looked to be in matching attire, well that was a wedding to remember. You left the killings to Rick, Shane and Daryl since it was only three plus your hip was bothering you.

“I’m telling you, it’s the wrong church. It’s got no steeple, Rick,” Shane said after the walkers were put down. And it triggered in your brain, there wasn’t a steeple or bells, but it did come from this church, just like the one you went to with your aunt and uncle when you were younger. Before you could voice your theory, the bells began to ring again causing you to wince and hold your ears as they ran out the door, your concussion was doing a number on you. “Guys it’s automated!” you shouted, but they didn’t hear you.

When you stumbled outside, the persistent ringing had finally stopped and you spotted a speaker on the side of the building. You exhaled a sigh and dragged your feet back into the church and sat on a pew in the back, leaning your elbows on the one in front of you as you rested your chin in your hand and stared at the statue of Jesus hanging on the cross. Rick, Carl and Daryl were standing in the back while Lori was in the front row for Carol’s comfort.

You overheard Carol pray out loud, asking for forgiveness even though she knew she didn’t deserve it. She had prayed for a safe trip to Atlanta, punishment on Ed for laying his hands on her and looking at his own daughter which made your stomach turn. She continued to talk about Sophia and how she pleaded for the Lord to bring her back to her. How her wanting Ed dead was a sin and Sophia shouldn’t be punished for it, just her.

Once it was silent with the exception of Carol’s whimpers, you began to quietly pray yourself. You didn’t consider yourself a very religious person, yeah you believed in a higher power since you also believed everything happened for a reason, but you didn’t pray as often as you should. When you were sixteen, your aunt and uncle, well mainly your uncle, was cool with allowing you to get your first tattoo. With it being your first tattoo and all, you decided to get something small and meaningful, you never wanted to get inked unless it had significance to you. The first thing that came to mind was a cross, not only as a symbol of your faith, but for your parents as well. You wanted to believe they were in better place, that they were looking down on you with proud smiles on their faces.

“Yo what up Christ,” you joked with a nervous chuckle before shaking your head at how much of an idiot you were. “I haven’t done this in well… only you would know besides you can tell from- whatever,” you scrambled your hands in the air before linking them together in your lap.

“I just wanted to say that I don’t blame you for what happened to Jolene and Chris… and I know you wouldn’t want me to blame myself and I’m getting better at not doing so. This is going to sound fucked up- ‘scuse my language Lord- I’m kind of glad it happened because I didn’t want them to have to live in this world. To go through the things we’ll have to go through because they deserved better than this world we live in now. Hell, the people I’m with deserve more, but just because I’m thankful that they don’t have to go through everyday surviving doesn’t mean I wish death upon these people- upon Sophia,” you solemnly whispered, staring at the statue and the ceiling from time to time.

“Please guide us to her or her to us, we just want her alive and safe, to be with her loving mother and us- the people who care about her,” you pleaded in a hushed tone. “In the name of Jesus, Amen.”

After you finished, you stood up and turned to get out of the aisle. Once you did, your eyes connected to Daryl’s and you knew he heard everything you said by the soft look in his eyes, but you still wished he somehow didn’t. You averted your gaze quicker than you had looked at him and stepped out of the church with Rick following you out.

Shane had trekked where the two of you were telling you the group had to get a move on since there was only a couple hours of daylight left and that there was a long way back. Rick didn’t want to stop and you didn’t want to either, but you were spent. There was a whole lot of ground to cover and not enough hours in the day unfortunately.

“Her being out here is my fault,” Rick said, leading you to abruptly shake your head.

“No it isn’t. You did everything in your power to keep her safe, you lead those walkers away and made sure she was hidden, gave her directions just in case,” you assertively said. “It’s my fault. I could’ve done a lot of things, but chose to be a hero instead of thinking. I learned to come up with tactics and ideas in high pressure situations in the military and when it came to a little girl-,” you paused, taking a deep breath. “I didn’t use anything.”

Shane halfheartedly chuckled which caused you to frown his way. “That’s great. Now they got you both doubting yourselves, huh.”

“What about you? You doubt me? You doubt her?” Rick inquired, but knowing Shane he’d just maneuver around the question.

“Hey, we can assign all kinds of blame,” he began to say, making you lift your hands and smile in disbelief, you couldn’t have been more right. Rick had gotten in his face saying how finding Sophia meant something, that they couldn’t give up, so Shane patted the two of you on the backs as he walked passed.

Shane cleared his throat and told the group that they’d follow the creek bed back and that Daryl was in charge. He then explained how the three of you were going to hang back and search the area for another hour or so. You were sort of exhausted, but not enough to stop looking, you could manage a couple hours. The redneck questioned the idea of splitting you all up, but Shane assured you’d all catch up.

“I want to stay too,” Carol spoke up, causing you to quirk a brow and shift your gaze on the little boy to his father for an answer. “I’m her friend.” You smiled at that and Rick exchanged looks between you and Shane, wondering what he should do, so you just shrugged your shoulders. You didn’t see any harm in it, bringing him out was a big decision in itself, a couple more hours wouldn’t hurt.

Lori ended up giving the okay as she told him to be careful. “When did you start growing up,” she teased, kissing him on the head as she gave him a hug. Rick went to bid a brief see-you-soon hug and kiss and you noticed the look that Shane and Lori had as they did. Shane and Andrea even gave each other a look leaving you to wonder what the fuck was going on. What were you missing?

Rick offered his wife his gun, but she denied, not wanting to leave him unarmed. Daryl had a spare from the tent he retrieved, so he handed it to her leaving Andrea to shake her head in disbelief. You understood her frustration since only four people were allowed to have guns, but the three of you were separating. They needed another person with a loaded weapon. She just needed to grow up and not take everything to heart, life was unfair, so you rolled your eyes at her behavior.

As the rest of the group headed back to the interstate, Rick had asked for a minute before you all started back up again, so you hung out on the steps and played rock, paper, scissors with Carl. Rick was in the church most likely praying which was something he never did, but who were you to judge? You were a believer and barely talked to the Lord yourself.

You wanted to continue the conversation you were having with Shane before you all found the tent, but you didn’t want to do that in front of Carl. He was already getting dragged into it by his mother and Shane, he didn’t need to be engrossed into all of this drama… if that was what it was.

“Okay, how about whoever gets the best out of three gets,” you tailed off, thinking of what the grand prize would be. “Gets to have those double chocolate chip cookies at the highway when we get back,” you smirked, wiggling your eyebrows. Carl giggled and agreed to the terms, bragging about how he was going to win which caused Shane to try and suppress a smile.

One, two, three. You= paper, Carl= rock

One, two, three. You= rock, Carl= rock

One, two, three. You= rock, Carl= paper

You had a feeling he was going to choose rock next since every time you two would play, he would do whatever you did last next for his turn. You had chosen scissors and Carl had done rock, and when he realized he had won, he sprouted up and began cheering making Shane laugh and you fake pout with your arms crossed.

“Looks like you get the cookies, Carl, nice play,” you annoyedly faked in defeat and gave him a lousy high five before Rick came out. You stood up and ruffled Carl’s hair before stepping down to follow his father. He didn’t look too happy and Shane had picked up on that too since he gave you a look, so you shrugged your shoulders in return.

Daryl’s POV

“So this is it? This the whole plan?” Carol complained and Daryl understood, it didn’t exactly turn out the way he envisioned. He didn’t expect for the group to get smaller which he still thought wasn’t the smartest thing to do.

“Carrying knives and pointy sticks,” Andrea mentioned, peering over jealousy on her face at Lori who was unzipping her backpack. “I see you have a gun.”

Lori didn’t take no time in replying back. “Why you want it? Here take it.” She handed the gun over with attitude, fed up with the blonde’s. “I’m sick of the looks you’re giving me.” Andrea scoffed, but took the weapon anyways, isn’t that what she wanted?

Daryl thought Andrea was overreacting, that it wasn’t a big if she didn’t have one. It wasn’t like any of them were going to be shooting any walkers, they’d resort to his crossbow or the bladed weapons. No sense in making noise when you don’t have to.

“All of you,” Lori began before directing her attention to Carol. “Honey, I can’t imagine what you’re going through and I would do anything to stop it, but you have got to stop blaming Rick and Y/N. It is in your face every- time- you- look- at- them,” she emphasized. “When Sophia ran they didn’t hesitate, did they? Not for a second. I don’t know that any of us would have gone after her the way they did or made the hard decisions they had to make or that anybody could have done it any differently. Anybody?” she questioned, wandering her orbs over everyone, looking if anyone would speak up.

Daryl wanted to think he could, but deep down he probably wouldn’t have done what Y/N and Rick had done. He wasn’t there in the moment since he was aiding T-Dog with his arm, hiding them both under corpses so the dead would pass by. He risked his life for him which made him take a second to think back about those times he had scolded Y/N for doing the exact same thing he did. It wasn’t a blowing building situation, but it was sort of like Sophia and he had shouted at Y/N for chasing after her since she had a concussion. He had a justified reason for everything that he did, so why did he feel so bad?

“Y’all look to him and then you blame him when he’s not perfect. If you think you can do this without him, go right head, nobody is stopping you,” Lori angrily said, now only talking about Rick since even Y/N looked to him for answers, he was like an older brother to her. He could relate, Daryl always had looked up to Merle even when he was a dick, didn’t change the fact that they were blood, that he loved him.

He also didn’t blame Y/N for what had happened with Sophia. She had bolted after her the minute she heard something go down and that said a lot about her character. She was caring, put others before herself, strong, and an all around good person… something Daryl still didn’t believe he could be.

After Lori’s rant had ended, Andrea had handed back over the gun and advised that they should keep moving, so Daryl motioned for them to get in front while he stayed in the middle just in case.

Y/N’s POV

The four of you had been casually walking through the wooded area, still searching for Sophia in silence, not wanting to get distracted or make noise. The pain in your hip was a distraction in itself and you were curious as to what it looked since it had been a whole day. While you continued to limp as you followed closely, you gestured for Shane to hold your machete. Once your hands were free, you quietly undid your belt and stretched down your jeans to reveal your now multi colored bruise. It had to have had all the colors in the rainbow including black which indicated a bone bruise, you’d have pain and the look to go with it for weeks. Shane had given you a remorseful look as you zipped up your pants and buckled your belt frustratedly.

“Y/N,” he whispered cautiously and you quickly gawked at him only to see him point at your arms. You reluctantly shifted your gaze over to your forearms to see redness around your wounds and what looked to be blisters. You had a damn infection and would start coughing and catching a fever soon. What in the hell were you going to do now?

A sudden snap of a twig pulled you out of your worried thoughts and so you motioned for Shane to hand you back your weapon as you pushed Carl a little behind you, stopping to hear for anything else. Rick had pointed to where the noise came from, so you slowly moved forward with caution. Once you saw Rick stop, you followed his line of sight to see a deer coming through the clearing where you stood, sniffing for food.

Shane went to aim, but you and Rick both muttered his name and nodded to Carl who was intrigued by the creature as he approached closer with a smile plastered on his face. You grinned seeing the first animal you’d seen since the world went to shit, this was the best moment to bare witness to. Everything seemed so eerie with death and Sophia missing, but this… this was what made fighting that much worth it.

You continued to stare with curiosity with a hand on your hip with your bad leg stretched to the side as Carl itched closer and closer with each step. The three of you had exchanged wondering looks, but the lively expressions never left your faces. You heard a twig lightly break under Carl’s feet and the deer brought it’s attention over to the source, gawking at the little boy. The moment of the two of them having a staring contest seemed to have gone on for minutes when in reality it only went on for seconds and within those seconds a piercing shot rang out and you saw the deer right along with Carl fall to the ground with a thud.

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inkyturtle · 7 years ago

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41 Mike and Don >:3 (I just realized, I don't think I've ever seen a story from you so even if you don't do this one I can't wait to read the others)

41. “Damn auto-correct…”

bed soon?

Donatello had a wary smile on his face as he read the simple text from his only little brother. He looked at the notes he'd written, finding it difficult to actually read them. It was late, likely much later than Mikey would normally be awake. A glance at his phone confirmed this.

Still he looked at his laptop, which now taken apart on his work desk. Donnie could kick himself for all the work his minor mistake had put into play. He could have spent the night decrypting the data on the storage device they managed to snag from the Kraang. Instead, here he was tediously replacing the USB port it damage, along with the other components it somehow managed to fry in the process. It was some sort of bizarre domino effect the genius had never witnessed before, so of course he needed to jot down notes regarding the damage. Then he needed to make sure he had the replacement parts. Also since it had been a while, and he already had the thing taken apart, he may as well do some needed manual updates...

That was only the manual upgrades. It was going to be a whole different journey trying to make his laptop compatible with that storage device, and the knowledge that he'd likely have to decrypt and translate the files.

With a light sigh, Donnie typed out a reply to his brother.

It's still going to be a while. You should go to sleep.

That much was true. It's not that he didn't appreciate Mikey's concern, but whatever reason Mikey was still awake probably wasn't a good one. The fact that Mikey was texting him was a little odd too, now that he thought about it. Maybe the small turtle had tried to knock earlier, and Donnie had missed it? He was pretty distracted, all things considered. Whatever the case may be, a good night's sleep would likely help his brother out.

The sound of his phone told him that Mikey might not be keen on the idea.

what r u doing?

Now he was certain Mikey needed something. A distraction, probably. Mikey probably wouldn't have asked that question otherwise.

Donatello looked at the door to his lab. The thought of checking on his baby brother crossed his mind, but he knew if he did that it would be difficult for him to get back to his work tonight. This was far too important to keep waiting a whole night; he'd already lost a few hours trying to fix his own novice mistake.

A text, he thought, was at least something he could do.

I'm repairing my laptop.

It wasn't even a full minute before he got a reply. Likely due to Mikey's sloppy way of typing, Donnie had to presume.

i didnt know it was broken

With a sigh, the elder of the two rubbed his temple. His vision blurred while reading the screen, but it wasn't unfamiliar. Being exhausted while working was par for the course for him. If he had to, he'd get some coffee after he was certain Mikey was asleep.

After a moment more, he finally wrote up a reply.

I didn't take the compatibility issues of our conflicting technology into account.

our what?

Donnie groaned. Mikey wasn't that stupid. There was no way that was difficult to understand.

Another message.

what conflict?

Donnie slouched in his chair, resting his chin against the desk as he typed a response to his sibling.

The Kraang's storage device wasn't compatible with the USED slit. I ended up damaging the slit in the process. I can only hope I didn't damage the device as well.

The terrapin shut his eyes. Maybe replying to Mikey wasn't the best idea after all. It didn't take much time or effort to type up a reply, but with how fast and frequently his brother was responding, it left him with little time to do much else. He let out a long yawn, shaking his head as he quickly shot up. He scrunched his brow in determination.

No, he had to finish. He was the only one who could do this, after all. He was about to lift his screwdriver when he heard the phone go off again.

And again.

Three times.

Donatello wanted to ignore it, but he knew he had to check regardless. Plus, he was curious as to why his brother would send so many texts in succession.

dude

r u ok?

im pretty sure ur not suposed to use them like that

Donnie was absolutely puzzled.

What are you talking about?

A quick response.

scroll up

Perplexed, the older turtle read over previous messages. When he caught the error, he felt blood rush to his cheeks. The typo, when combined with Mikey's texts, made for an embarrassing and...somewhat lewd mental image. Donnie let out an agitated groan, typing out another response.

I meant USB port! The USB port was incompatible with the storage device.

lol

Damn auto-correct...

come to bed dude

I can't. I have to get this finished.

do u have to do all of it?

I should at least get the laptop back in wanking condition.

omg

lol

*Working!!!

if ur not going to bed then let me make u some coffee

You should be the one going to bed.

well im not

im already making u some

come out

It was pointless; Donnie hadn't touched his work since Mikey started texting him, and he had a feeling that would remain the case at the rate he was going. Defeated, Donatello stood up and headed towards the lab door. If Mikey was so insistent on seeing him, he may as well figure out why.

Besides, he really could use the caffeine boost.

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heraofrp · 8 years ago

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below is a review for yaltonrp. please like once you’ve seen this!

usual disclaimer: this review is meant to help, and the opinions are purely that - opinions. so, anything i say here, you can either take or leave! now, onto the review!

ADMINS

mascots: you’ve chosen to go the route of having signatures rather than mascots, and i think they suit the type of roleplay that you all are going for. however, the font looks squished, and i know it isn’t the theme that’s making it happen because your graphics look fine. so, i would recommend fixing that, if possible.

professionalism: thus far, you’ve both shown professional kindness, meaning, you’ve been professional while still maintaining an approachable and welcoming demeanor. it’s a hard balance to master, but i think you two are doing well on that front!

activity: this rp hasn’t been open for very long, so there isn’t as much to look at on that front. however, since you opened to the public, you’ve been on everyday, and that’s a good sign for the future.

THEME

functionality: it’s very functional. there's a lot of information available, and it’s easy to navigate. the only issue i have is when you first scroll down, and see the “about” and “updates” on both sides along with the text in the middle, it’s a little too much text for me, and it’s hard to focus on what i’m reading (keep in mind, i do have some issues with my sight, so that could be a factor in it).

appeal: i think the fansite theme works for the type of rp you’re going for, and the font suits the collegiate genre. personally, i don’t like the grey in your color scheme. it makes it look unfinished in a way, and i think that replacing it with black might help to make it look more polished. i’m guessing that grey/silver is one of the school’s colors, so i understand why it’s there. it just decreases the appeal for me.

GRAPHICS

main: simplicity is definitely the name of your game, and i like that. i think, if you were to change anything, it would be the font used on the header. i realize that’s the font you’re using pretty much everywhere else, but i think something a little more dynamic might help to catch the eyes of potential applicants, and the header would be the perfect place to use a font you’re not using elsewhere. YALTON UNIVERSITY in an interesting font (perhaps at a slight angle to break up all the horizontal lines on the page) would help (and then you put “yalton rp” up in the top right where “yalton university” is now).

also, since your header graphic is the exterior to a building, you might want to consider something else for the “about” graphic to mix it up a little (maybe yolanda yak or the inside of a lecture hall, for example).

etc: the rest of the graphics are very nice. i like the fade-in on the character graphics, and i really appreciate how you all are maintaining the vibrancy in pictures. that’s really refreshing to see.

PLOT AND RULES

plot: it’s sweet and to the point. making it the 200th anniversary of the school was very smart of you because with it, as you mentioned, will come lots of events. so, good thinking on that! i did notice something that i wasn’t sure was a typo or not. in this bit: “While others shied away from the oncoming Industrial Revolution, Yalton basked in it. When segregation was outlawed, Yalton opened its doors for students of color,” i get a little confused. they only opened their doors to students of color after segregation was ruled to be illegal? or did they open their doors to students of color when segregation was still lawful (ie: were they integrated before it became law)? just reading the plot, you mention the school to be progressive, and what’s written seems contradictory. so maybe it might be good for the wording on this bit to be checked over? again, this could just be me, misunderstanding.

rules: i like how you include a “before acceptance” section. for your banned fcs, i’d recommend adding those who are deceased. your diverse character rule is something i’ve never seen before, but i like it. the only thing i’d add to your list of what “diversity” in a character means would be sexual orientation. “We will be having a list of triggers to definitely tag and things specific roleplayers are uncomfortable roleplaying to avoid incidents though.” this sentence needs to be looked at again. maybe something like “We will be having a list of triggers for you to tag, and another list of topics specific roleplayers are uncomfortable writing.” otherwise, the rules look good! pretty standard and comprehensive.

NAVIGATION & LINKS/PAGES

navigation: again, nice and simple! well broken up intro three sections - easy to find what you want.

links/pages: first thing i noticed is that there’s not a locations page. you do list the dorms on the “school guide” page, but i think it would be smart to have a wider look at the school because writers will want to use different locations around campus, and it will be good for them to have a uniform idea of what the school is like.

speaking of the “school guide” page, i think it could be a good idea to add more clubs. i realize that rpers have the opportunity to add some, but i think it might aid new applicants in their decisions if they see a wider range of clubs that are already available. i also don’t see a list of the majors/minors available at the university, and i think that would be useful as well. honestly, the more you can flesh out the school, the better! it’ll help a lot with possible confusion later down the road.

the link for your ooc page is broken (tumblr is the worst about that these days!!). there’s a small typo in anna’s admin description to look out for, “ou can send me a message on my account here,” the “y” is left out of the “you.” it’s just a lil typo - we all make them (including me tbh, i apologize if there are any in this review)!

BIOS

bios: this is an oc rp, so i will not be reviewing the bios. i will say, i appreciate that you are focused on making this rp a diverse, inclusive place.

fcs: again, this is an oc rp, so i don’t have much to review in this area, but the fcs that you both have chosen for your characters are a nice mix of overused and underused (leaning more on the underused side which is great!), and, again, it’s evident you are working to make this rp diverse, and it is good to see you “practicing what you preach,” or so the saying goes.

WOULD I JOIN?

in all honesty, i think i might visit the page once, but not go very far because of the text issue i mentioned earlier. however, if i later saw it in the tags with mentions of the encouraged diversity, this would turn into one of those rps that i would go back to check on over and over again and consider joining, but eventually decide not to, predominantly because of the plot. i’m a college student, and i’d rather not live that life in my freetime. however, if i weren’t in college, i could definitely see the appeal, and i could even see it appealing to other college students. to each their own!

OVERALL

i think you two are reliable admins, and it really does speak volumes that you asked for a review in order to improve and get an outsider’s perspective. your commitment to diversity should be the norm in the rpc, and i really hope you get apps in response to that. there are a few aesthetic things to reconsider and more world building would definitely be beneficial, but you all are certainly on the right track!

i hope this was able to help. let me know if you have questions or need clarification about anything i said, and good luck out there in the tags!

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jayfurr · 5 years ago

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Baseball: “Before”

Tonight will be a special night in the Furr household.

Carole will be singing the national anthem at tonight’s Vermont Lake Monsters minor league baseball game, which is cool, and … I’ll be throwing out the first pitch, which isn’t actually all that cool. Or exciting. Or noteworthy.

The Lake Monsters play in the short-season A (low-level, the rung just above the rookie leagues) New York-Penn League. They’ve been averaging 2,251 fans per game this season, but that includes both the weekend games where they have fireworks and 25 cent hot dogs and free t-shirts for the first thousand fans AND the games where the skies threaten rain all day, and the free giveaway is a collapsible dog bowl with the Lake Monsters logo, and it’s Monday.

Today is Monday, and the free giveaway is a collapsible dog bowl with the Lake Monsters logo, and rain is in the forecast. I’m going to be surprised if they get much more than a thousand fans in the stands.

And that’s exactly what Carole wanted when she was asked (after submitting a video of herself singing the anthem at a Burlington Concert Band concert, and having been accepted into the Lake Monsters’ anthem-singers pool) what night she wanted to sing. She figured it’d be easier to sing at a low-attendance, low-expectations game than it would be to sing at a packed house.

That said, I think she’s going to be great. She’s been practicing quite a bit and she’s been in very good voice. Other than nerves and technical issues with the microphone (which we hope will be nonexistent), there’s no reason why she shouldn’t do an amazing job.

As for me — the imbecile throwing out the first pitch — well, that’s likely to be another story entirely. No one really pays any attention to whoever throws out the first pitch at a minor league baseball game unless it’s a bona-fide celebrity (local or otherwise) or if whoever has the honor has brought a lot of friends and family along. Most people don’t even register that there is a first pitch being thrown out; it’s all done in a very low-key fashion. The fans are too busy finding their seats, eating hot dogs, peering confusedly at their souvenir dog bowls, and so forth. It’s not until they call for the fans to rise for the anthem that anything happening on the field really registers on their radar to any great extent.

Of course, you do see YouTube videos of great “first pitch” fails at major league games — like the poor woman who plunked a cameraman standing along the first base line. You screw up colorfully enough, you’re going to get some notoriety. But again, we’re talking major league there. There are a lot more eyeballs and television cameras, to say nothing of smartphone videos, involved. If I screw up horribly tonight, it will be little noted nor long remembered ( A. Lincoln 1863). But that said, for the person throwing the ball, it’s a low-reward high-risk experience. You’re so terrified of being one of the great all-time fails that you think too much and boom, you plunk a Little Leaguer who’s on the field for the national anthem festivities. It’s not really something I’ve ever really stayed up nights wanting to do.

So, with that said, you’re probably wondering how I came to be in this fix in the first place.

Well, so I am I.

I mean, I know technically how I got the honor — I won a charity auction a few months ago for the right to throw out the first pitch at a Lake Monsters game.

The auction was one of those grab-bag online auctions where everything from ski passes at the local ski resort to gift certificates for local restaurants are up for bid. There are always some hotly desired items (a golf outing for four at the local PGA-level course) and some clunkers (have your fortune told by local Tarot card expert So-and-so). I find charity auctions kind of interesting for a couple of reasons — one, it’s amusing to see what sort of things the charity was able to get donated (tarot card readings? really?) and once in a while there actually is something desirable and worth bidding on. And if nothing else, there’s the urge to get in a moderately low bid early for something peculiar or strange and see if against all logic and reason it holds on and winds up as the winning bid.

This year’s auction on behalf of the Flynn Center for the Performing Arts (our main local theater and performing arts space) had 220 items up for auction — some interesting, some not. I won the bidding for two items (but put in bids on four or five more, none of which I was especially heartbroken to lose out on):

A tablecloth-and-napkin set from April Cornell

The right to throw out the first pitch at a Vermont Lake Monsters game

I have absolutely no idea why I bid more than a few dollars on the whole first pitch thing. I can see bidding fifty bucks early on just for giggles with the expectation of being outbid in due course, and if I’d won at a bid of $50, well, why not? But $185? (Yes, $185. I’m embarrassed just typing it. That’s real money.) I do not remember bidding that much and can only say that either I made a typo (and then overlooked the typo when the site asked me to confirm my bid) or I was just out of my damn mind late one night and was up web-surfing when I should have been sleeping. You know those late-night (or drunk) Amazon purchases you hear about? You’re insomniac and cranky (or drunk) and five days later a Christmas-edition Big Mouth Billy Bass shows up at your door? Well, I think “bidding $185 to make a total fool out of yourself in front of a thousand strangers” certainly falls into the same general area.

Did I mention that the package also included a free baseball cap and Lake Monsters mascot bobblehead?

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The cap turned out to be a leftover giveaway cap from last year’s Northeast Delta Dental cap night (although it is a nice cap; I’ve been wearing it on all my walks this summer) and the bobblehead definitely fills the “souvenir mascot bobblehead” niche in my life list, the one I didn’t know needed filling.

Have I been practicing? I meant to, but travel for work and other things cut into my free time and I didn’t get around to it — and then suddenly here we were, with only a couple days to go. I took a dozen baseballs to a local high school field yesterday and set up on the mound and aimed in the general direction of home plate. A third of my throws would have been right on the money. Another third or so would have required the catcher to step a couple steps to the left or right to make the catch. The others? Well, they weren’t as good. No cameramen would have been killed in the process, but they wouldn’t have had major league scouts calling up to sign me.

From what I understand, the most common mistake by first-pitch-throwers is shorting it; the advice generally given is to aim for three or four feet behind home plate, and hope it comes out in the wash. (I’ve never had a really strong throwing arm, so it probably doesn’t matter what I try to do; it’ll work out or not and all the planning and preparation I can do will probably not affect things in the slightest.)

Anyway, I expect to have some footage to share here later or tomorrow, both of Carole doing a tremendous job on the national anthem and me … doing whatever it is I wind up doing. I can say for sure that right now the words going through my mind are right out of Shepard’s Prayer (q.v.).

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xottzot · 7 years ago

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2017-09(SEP)-26th-Monday--BACK TO EVERDAY HELL HERE AGAIN.

Beause I was (and still are) so laid out with the flu, and everything, including lack of any sleep, the last post I did WAS also posted on Tuesday, 26-Sept-2017 but I accidently put it down as being Sunday and Monday. (My fuck up).

I'm sorry, but my nose is running like a tap constantly and I have had micro-sleeps in my vain attempts to get ANY sleep. All that ends up fucking up everything of course. And NONE of it is deliberate by myself.

I've just had another tiny 'sleep' less than an hour, and woke up and had to rush to The Office (the toilet). This damned flu is shaking me about something cruel. And I'm making a zillion typos in typing this in but I'm trying to fix some as I go.

Poor Sam & Max are both feeling also quite unwell but still bark. And they are extremely tired. I gave them some of my pathetic food of plain bread and plain soup to at least warm them up a little in this hovel. And of course all that always means a lot less for me.

I'm so VERY VERY cold in bed.

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Following on from all the West Australian Police vehicles at the main aboriginal criminal husehold early this morning.....

The toddler in diapers from around there got onto the road whilst all the time being under the pathetic 'supervision' of an adult aborigial who was cleaning out a car rear and boot parked at Fatguts's place. - The criminal toddler (who WILL grow up to be just like all of them, just as THEY all grew up the same way), kept going onto the road time and again. - The woman got annoyed and kept yelling at the toddler. And the toddler kept wandering off onto the road, getting further and further away all the time. The woman kept yelling as she was doing the shit she was doing. As always, the toddler just kept deliberatly defiantly angrily ignoring and it garviated more and more and further away until it was literally running as fast as it could down onto Clayton Street to run straight into traffic. - Nobody believes this shit that goes on. - The woman got VERY annoyed at not being obeyed (not for the safety of the criminal brat), and suddenly she rushed off, jogged down the street and onto Clayton Street where the abo toddler was roaming across and along the main road. -- Bear in mind this was all JUST AFTER the West Australian Police cars had left. -- And she grabbed the brat and dragged in back bawling to their criminal household. There she ordered one of the criminal abo kids to look after it instead because she was too busy with the car and can never leave the criminal destructive toddler alone in the house. -- And who should start roaming out onto the streets...but the criminal kids of the main abo CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD who have just stashed themselves over there to keep away from the Police who were raiding the other houses they 'live' at.

They then began to roam all about the streets just as if it was an 'ordinary day'...because an 'ordinary day' for those fuckers is to have Police arrive and raid their rented homes. They began to roam all about on the roads just like they do EVERYDAY, even school days since none of them ever goes to school.

Oh and one last thing, after that abo woman hauled that toddler off the Clayton Street, within 5 seconds, an innocent driver in a car came driving past exactly where the toddler had been standing. - EVERYBODY sees this shit going on, but NOBODY believes them if they say anything. So the public is 'trained' not to ever say anything to anyone because otherwise they are ridiculed and suffer. THAT IS THE TRUTH.

No loss whatsoever to anyone if the fucker had have ben run over and killed. NONE of the abo toddlers (there are several) has ANY road sense at all. - As if ANY toddlers should EVER be allowed by anyone to be on the damned roads in the first place.....but abos are totally EXEMPT from all such rules and laws. COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY AND MORE.

And of course if that toddler or ANY of the damned criminals got run over, they would instantly blame the innocent driver and the abos would become critically savage and animal....because the criminal aboriginals are NEVER EVER to blame for anything....... -- THAT'S HAPPENED IN KALGOORLIE WHERE AN ABSOLUTELY INNOCENT (they claim and lie about) ABO ANGEL ON A STOLEN MOTORBIKE GOT RUN OVER AND KILLED.

Soon enough, many abo vehicles accumulated at the abo household....4 at last glance.....and of course all the brats and toddlers are running all about and onto the roads. Including the VERY criminal one who has been even more rampant lately these past weeks.

And the main abo CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD and it's next door neighbour abo CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD is still indeed carrying on just as always, as if no multitude of West Australian Police had spent 2 hours or more at their places this morning. All that is 'normal' for them. -- And in any case...NOTHING will happen....AS ALWAYS......

Is it normal for YOU to read all this? - You can NOT understand what it is like. You simply can NOT and will NOT.

And of course all this is now 'normal'.....which has progressed from once West Australian Police being forced to come EVERY week, at least once a week to the abo criminal households to attend crime and shit.

I have no idea what the hell was going on with the West Australian Police this morning. And as usual, whatever it was (or is) for, all of it will amount to nothing, because everything beforehand has amounted to nothing, just as everything criminal abo related amounts to nothing, everything is always covered up and kept very very quiet and unknown whilst any innocent onlookers can never figure anything out. And any innocent neighbours can never be sure of anything, their safety, anyones safety, and so it all just goes on and on and on because it has already been going on and on and on and on and on....for YEARS and YEARS and YEARS and YEARS and YEARS and YEARS.......

It's about this time that inane 'good new' abo propaganda stories start being thrust into the NEWS media and flodding it. They've been a little lax lately, and instead have resorted back using the standby 'poor things' angle stories to explain away all their woes that have been thrust upon them. And not one of those stories ever delves deeper and ever criticises. If it ever does, it's only a minor in-passing comment, that's swallowed up by inane crap and lies and rubbish all designed to make it always appear as if things are going great and all they need is more power, more control, more money, more access to 'responsible' drinking and drugs, and so on.

All that has been working for them crazily, and it all fools idiot people into believing it all.

Except for the continuing victims of them.

Even their own are victims. And all that is never allowed to be known about either because they're all supposed to be just 'one big happy family'......

And it all goes down as bullshit, absolute bullshit, grandstanded bullshit, repeated over and over again to become 'truth' and 'facts'.........

A pity that abo toddler wasn't run over and killed like the rest of the toddlers. As soon as that happens, they all won't be able to lie their way out of all that.....or more likely they WILL, because they have done such shit before so many many times......

And they can always pull the standby bullshit of 'somebody has died and so we forbid you to ever show any photos or know of the names of anyone dead EVER....because we says so. and it's a 'tradition' that works so well for us.........'

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Going back to bed AGAIN.

Knowing the criminals are all about and mobile all over again. All this is the start of the week. All this shit has 'usually' been going on for the end of the week. But there is no timetable in HELL.

I wish I was a drug addict, an alcholic, anything to escape and die from this hell that the criminal fuckers have made it.

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P@14:42---I love you dear Fliss (Felicity Ann Carthew) and want to be with YOU just as you promised us.

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jayfurr · 5 years ago

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Tonight is a special day in the Furr household.

Of course, you do see YouTube videos of great “first pitch” fails at major league games — like the poor woman who plunked a cameraman standing along the first base line. You screw up colorfully enough, you’re going to get some notoriety. But again, we’re talking major league there. There are a lot more eyeballs and television cameras, to say nothing of smartphone videos, involved. If I screw up horribly tonight, it will be little noted nor long remembered (™ A. Lincoln 1863). But that said, for the person throwing the ball, it’s a low-reward high-risk experience. You’re so terrified of being one of the great all-time fails that you think too much and boom, you plunk a Little Leaguer who’s on the field for the national anthem festivities. It’s not really something I’ve ever really stayed up nights wanting to do.

So, with that said, you’re probably wondering how I came to be in this fix in the first place.

Well, so I am I.

I mean, I know technically how I got the honor — I won a charity auction a few months ago for the right to throw out the first pitch at a Lake Monsters game.

A tablecloth-and-napkin set from April Cornell

The right to throw out the first pitch at a Vermont Lake Monsters game

Did I mention that the package also included a free baseball cap and Lake Monsters mascot bobblehead?

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