#forgedqzs

[everlaesting]

location :  wherever  the  officers  ~vibe~  ✧  @forgedqzs​  ( cherry & cameron )

        ❛ my my ,  you look like shit . ❜  the  sight  makes  her  chuckle ,  though  something  told  her  that  she  probably  shouldn't  be  laughing  at  the  sight  of  an  injured  cameron .  it  did  leave  a  bad  taste  in  her  mouth .  ❛ whose  lunch  did  you  try  to  steal ,  hm ?  i  doubt  it  was  worth  it , ❜  though  even  cherry  could  admit  that  it  was  impressive  that  someone  had  managed  to  get  a  few  hits  at  him .  cameron  was  fast ,  and  he  could  put  up  a  good  fight .  whoever  had  done  this  to  him  was  no  short  of  terrifying .  carefully ,  she  reached  out  to  trace  one  of  his  bruises  with  her  ring  finger ,  ❛ is  this  one  of  those  times  where  you  tell  me  i  should  see  the  other  guy's  face ,  or ... ❜

[survivesqz]

kane can't help the small chuckle that falls from his lips whilst the other speaks. he's a little amused, but not at her anxiety just at the way she articulates herself. "well i can assure you, even if it was my job -- i wouldn't put you in isolation. that would be a dick move." and fedra love to be dicks, he continued in his head. "oh i just got off work, double shift on the lookout so i'm beat. what are you doing out here so late by yourself? other than being kinda neurotic."

she exhaled softly, relieved at the words the other spoke. "okay, okay." she spoke, softly. "i haven't ever been put in isolation, just so you know, i just, you never know. especially with everything going on, you know?" she ran her fingers through her hair lightly. "what are you doing out here so late yourself?"

[endvresurvivor]

closed transmission ▹ @forgedqzs

location : local bar

while popularity seemed like a foreign concept to frankie even before the outbreak, the scenery where it unfolded was much more of his liking. during the first years of the apocalypse, when people would gather in some dusty warehouse & call it a night out, he would complain about not being able to find a decent bar... now? much to maya's dismay, he barely left the one they had built in the qz, wether it was meant for closing a deal on the cargo he smuggled or simply for his own pleasure.

❛ you wanna hear a funny story? ❜ he makes himself comfortable on the stool, one arm resting by the bar as he held his beer in hand; he leans away from any potential pair of curious eyes and ears. ❛ there's this abandoned mall not so far from here, where other smugglers are holding monthly meetings or whatever—❜ he takes a short sip from his drink. ❛ n' one of them said he found a toy store, offered us some board games. you into that sort of thing? maybe to spice up things around here? ❜

[brckenboi]

status: closed for @forgedqzs

Dallon couldn’t help but smile as he entered the bar, the sight of Maya did that too him far too often. Even if he wouldn’t admit it. The man leaned against the door frame for a bit taking the sight in as she tinkered, hard at work. Finally, he slid into a seat in front of her placing the linen wrapped bundle on the countertop. “Little birdy told me you needed these.”

[endureqz]

closed - @forgedqzs

"maya.. are you skimping me on shots right now?? cmon— it's me. pour it up!"

[brokenwiingss]

Closed for: @forgedqzs​​ Location: The bar

"You know, the last time i had more than a glass or two was forever ago. I can’t even remember the last time i got drunk.” She said, looking at the liquid that swirled around in her glass. She had been three drinks in and was already feeling it kick in. She held the glass to Toni, “To a night of fun, drinks and music.” She said with a smile. “We live in a pretty shitty world, might as well enjoy at least a night right? Can’t be depressed all the time.” She stated. 

[katiexklein]

@forgedqzs

Of all the girl scout lessons to need to use, this was the last on Katie's list. Yet she diligently worked on crushing the rocks into fine pigment for paints. The mediums that Maya worked with were utterly beautiful in most situations, but she wanted these particular works to be vivid. She trusted her friend's talent to make the dragons breath life. "I was thinking that we might retell a classic." She handed the bowl of blue to Maya. "Some of the fairy tales that have been passed down through the generations. Do you think that they would like that or should we go with something new?"

[sashanemitz]

closed starter for @forgedqzs​  ―  (  sasha & toni  ) where: fedra school when: 7:35 am

competition has been known to be a very powerful tool. on one hand, it could provide a strong sense of motivation. to do better. to be better. better than anyone else. better than oneself. on the other... it could be quite dangerous. addictive even. it could ruin lives, demolish valuable connections. but wait... what was that about connections? sasha here didn’t really have those. or, at least, not any of great value. what they did have was personal selfish intentions. and well, in that case, competition only fueled sasha’s ego to no end. it brought purpose to their life. hooked them enough for them to keep coming back every day to that damned school, as if sasha wouldn’t have done it otherwise. they loved their job. loved being a trainer. loved handling weapons of any and every kind. loved one-on-one combat sessions. those were quite... intimate. powerful. even hot, if they were completely honest. but then.. there appeared yet another aspect of competition for sasha. and let’s just say... they did not expect that one.

frustration. extreme frustration to the point one could easily rip their hair out. who would’ve thought to hire yet ANOTHER trainer?! all the spots were already taken and the three of them already had everything under control. there was no need for a forth! it was funny, because sasha never felt any kind of threat having the other two trainers around. they were decent, but they were nowhere close their level. it almost bored sasha to an extent. there was no excitement, no inner mission to win something over. there was just... that. training. hardcore training. sure, there were the praises of the teenagers that sasha trained. they always welcomed their positive feedback and compliments. they couldn’t help but love all that attention which only proved to them that they were their favorite trainer and the best one in fedra school. period. but then... SHE had to show up.

this school did not need a model-looking, ego-boosting, confidence-radiating trainer. they certainly did not need that! any of that. why would they do something this lame? am i not good enough for them? all that i have done for them all these years? what is this BULLSHIT. to say that sasha was fuming was an understatement. who did this chick think she was?! based on how she was carrying herself, she was just as self-centered as them. and THAT could only mean one and only thing.... this was THE COMPETITION now. oh, oh, now, that’s where the real business starts.

ever since that toni (whatever her name is) joined the trainers, sasha made it their personal mission to be on top of everything as if it was even possible. they started going to the school an full hour earlier just to “prepare” and have their morning workout session in their office and be all ready for lessons by the time clock hit 8:00 am. there was nothing stopping them from reaching all of those very important goals they came up with in their head. it was crucial to show that foolish girl who the real trainer was. sasha had to set the example for the newbie. there was no other way around it. there was no way in hell they would allow that woman to act as she pleased. it was THEIR school. and it was all the foolish newbie’s fault for not getting it right away.

it was a monday morning. monday freaking morning. sasha HATED mondays. every single one, yet there they were already unlocking their office door precisely at 7:00 am. they simply had to be punctual and professional. as per usual. but now.. oh, now they had to be all those things in CAPITAL letters. there couldn’t be any slip-ups. no mistakes. only perfect professional trainer behavior. setting the example the correct way ― sasha used to say.

that fool’s going to be there any second. they had to be prepared. they will destroy her. easy peasy. they just had to show up at the right time and say the right things. bitch will end up being stunned and will back down. usually that’s how it worked. sasha used their charming, bold and blunt personality to throw others off their feet. this will be no different. like at all.

sasha lifted their hand to check their watch. almost time. almost. GO. grabbing their duffel bag, already in workout gear, sasha left their office now in the process of heading to the main gym hall. they had it booked since previous week as they had plenty of upcoming classes to attend to with their students. the gym was a necessity! but what they failed to notice was that toni must’ve arrived earlier as well and now was about to enter the gym. MY GYM?! MY FUCKING GYM? before they could even swear out loud sasha appeared right in front of toni, shoving the entrance door of the gym close, to prevent the other woman from entering.  ❝  ah, ah, ahhh! the gym’s mine.  ❞  well now it almost sounded like they were angry someone took their toy. that was not how they planned to come across.

❝  see, it’s been booked since last week.  ❞  sasha leaned against the door frame while giving the other a slight shrug as if to say that there was nothing to be done about it anymore.  ❝  aaaand i’m not about to disappoint my students. that’s just not me. at all.  ❞  apparently now they wanted to prove just how responsible they were and how much they cared for their students. which was partially true, but... not to that extent, anyways. it was more of self-interest, but toni didn’t need to know that.  ❝  so... i’m afraid you will have stop by later.  ❞ 

[everlaesting]

location :  the  bar  ✧  @forgedqzs​

           ❛  —  what's  your  strongest  drink ? ❜   the  woman  asked  right  as  she  sat  at  the  bar ,  only  to  sigh  heavily  and  shake  her  head  at  herself .  where  were  her  manners ?!   ❛ sorry ,  i'm  sorry .  hi  ma ...  i  feel  like  i've  been  coming  here  too  much  for  someone  who  doesn't  even  like  to  drink , ❜  love  mused ,  chin  resting  in  her  palms  as  she  looked  at  her  friend .  ❛ how've  you  been ?  i'll  be  content  so  long  as one  of  us  is  having  a  good  day . ❜

[brckenboi]

I felt for sure last night that once we said goodbye, No one else will know these lonely dreams. No one else will know that part of me. I'm still driving away and I'm sorry every day. I won't always love these selfish things. I won't always live not stopping. It was my turn to decide. I knew this was our time. No one else will have me like you do. No one else will have me, only you.

@forgedqzs

[endureqz]

closed - @forgedqzs - cameron location - diner time- 7 pm

after her meal was done, and sierra had spent what small amount of rations she'd made for the week at the diner, she was ready to head back to her apartment for the curfew check. she was still considered the new girl to most people at the qz, and most people treated her like it. they stared her down while she ate, or talked about her while she walked by as if she was a shadow come to life. it was probably the resting smug look on her face that drew everyone away. as she was getting up to leave, she looked over to see a familiar face. "do you know how nice it is to see someone you actually know around here?" she questioned, while looking over to cameron. "wait— you're not here to arrest me though, right?" a quick furrow of her eyebrows as she thought back to anything she'd done warranting an arrest— reassuring herself they didn't know about it.

[everlaesting]

❛ it's fine , it's fine ... just stop blaming yourself , okay ? it's not like i'm gonna die or something , ❜  brows furrow together , as it is upsetting to see the other be mean to her own self . a bit hypocritical of cherry considering she was in no way kinder to her reflection , but still . ❛ ... am i gonna have to pay for it ? ❜ the redhead asked , a little embarrassed by her own inquiry , ❛ it's fine , really . i just wish you'd tell me what's bugging you . makes me feel left out , ❜  a pretty common feeling for the redhead .

"cherry, i'm so sorry, oh my god." she repeated again, grabbing more napkins for the other. clumsy she was, but usually not at work, her mind really must have been lost. she furiously worked to clean the soon to be sticky mess off the counter, sighing softly at at her friend's words. "no, nothing, it's silly, i just wasn't focusing. do you..want another? i promise i'll be more careful this time."

[everlaesting]

a proud smile appears on her lips , and it's a genuine one . ❛ aw , see , you get it ! and yeah , but we both know i'd be dead the moment i set foot outside of this place . ❜ cherry chuckles , because toni doesn't need to know just how pathetic she feels . ❛ what are you gonna do , put on your big girl trainer pants and save me from the big bad infected ? ❜ even though she meant it in the most jovial way , it didn't sound like a bad idea . toni was more skilled than she'd ever be . shrugging , cherry looked at her friend again . ❛ i dunno , just making sure since , you know ... everyone seems a little on edge to me . ❜

"i haven't known you to be wrong yet, actually," because now that she thought about it, cherry had the right idea everytime a problem occurred. at least that's how toni saw it. "maybe we should go next, find a much cooler place to hang out for a week, but not come back dead." she shrugged, joining cherry in her seated position. at her question, she snapped her head to look at her. "worried? not in the slightest. how dare you."

[everlaesting]

          ❛ i'm not asking for me !   there's  people  here  who  can't  go  outside ;  there's  children  and  the  elderly  and--  and  what  about  the  people  recovering  in  the  tent ?!  they  need  to  eat . ❜  desperation  covered  her  words ,  matching  the  tearful  look  in  her  eyes .   ❛ they're  not  gonna  make  it ,  cam .  you  have  to  help  me help  them . ❜

"look, look," cameron sighed, deeply, rubbing his temples with his fingers. he spun around to face the other. this was about the twelfth time he had to hear the same words in the last hour. he knew people were just worried, but fuck. "i don't know what else to tell you, you heard the announcement. you either find your own food, or you don't. i don't have food falling out of my pockets to give you. what else do you want me to do?"

[everlaesting]

❛ isn't it quite the opposite ? there's- there's nothing going on ... i'm just his primary caretaker and he's this sweet , cool guy who's clearly in trouble . why else would he be constantly getting hurt ? ❜ the worry is evident in her expression , even moreso in love's tone . she's never been good at hiding it , especially when she was nervous . still , an appreciative little smile appears when cameron promises not to tell on her . ❛ thanks , i owe you one ... vicky ?! she better not find out you're getting her name wrong on purpose ! nobody likes that , i bet you don't either . ❜ and knowing vasha , she might even have called him ' caleb ' to cameron's face . shaking her head with a chuckle , the nurse set the pair of tweezers down with her tools and threw the splinter in the trash . ❛ good thing i was never cut out for that job . how do you feel ? anything else that i should be mindful of since you're here , any pain or weird aches you need me to examine ? ❜ she asked , figuring he might as well take advantage of the situation . ❛ i can do with kinda nice , you're ... kinda decent yourself . ❜ the brunette joked , pressing her lips together to hold in a laugh .

the red on her cheeks burns brighter , ❛ um , i ... this isn't the sort of conversation i should be having during work hours , cam . ❜ it occurs to her then that she used his nickname . a mere slip , one she wasn't proud of . if love let cameron get too comfortable , he'd never leave her alone ; he was already a thorn on her side as is ! ❛ please don't tell him ? i - i'll do it , i'll tell him myself . maybe , when i'm ready to . ❜ if ever . rolling her eyes , she raised a brow at his comment about vasha , then laughed at how the guy had a great talent for making it sound like a big deal . since when was it a bad thing to have squishable cheeks ? ❛ she probably thinks you have cute cheeks , that's all . wait , i am nice to you ! you're the one who's always trying to annoy me , which , to be fair , you're rather good at . is that what fedra teaches you at officer school ? ❜ she teased . despite the bickering and being unsure of where she stood with fedra , love felt for the officers . most of them were good people , and it couldn't be easy doing what they did everyday . love chuckles when he mentions ' taking it like a man ' , carefully wrapping a hand around his while the other brings the tweezers to his finger . then , in a matter of seconds , the splinter is out and she places it on a piece of paper to be thrown away later . ❛ there you go , good as new ! still think i'm not nice ? ❜

[endvresurvivor]

forgedqzs​:

toni often spent her time surveying the qz. she knew the locations well, but it was the people. she couldn’t in good conscious lay her head in a place and not know the people around her. not in a chummy way, in a ‘i need to know what i’m dealing with’ sort of way. before she knew it, she happened upon one of those people in question. this one looked like they’d been through hell.

“frankie, you look like shit.” she commented, exhaling softly. it was then that she noticed the blood, beginning to approach him, slowly and cautiously. “i’m not gonna tell you, your secrets safe with me. as long as you have the good stuff” she joked, trying to lighten the mood. “we’re gonna talk about us splitting the cargo, but first, let’s make sure you’re not dying.”

being observant was a requirement for survival. even within the qz where people were supposed to be safe, frankie knew it'd kill anyone not to look out & memorize at least some of the faces or behaviors he'd deal on a daily basis. he was no profiler, but his gut told him toni was trustworthy enough— even if that hunch meant he had to blindly trust a firefly.

❝ i feel like shit. ❞ he grumbles, allowing his eyes to close briefly once he knows it’s toni & not a fedra guard or another raider that he is dealing with. he really didn't have the energy for either anymore. ❝ ha. good. y'think i don't got the good stuff? who—❞ he rests his back flatly against the fence with a grunt. ❝ who do you think i am? ❞ joking back with just a breath, he feels around his coat's pockets in search of a bandage. ❝ do you have something— anything to stop the bleeding? ❞