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ooc. I have my hands on Rise of The Governor and... I'd be lying if it wasn't inspiring me for pre-apocalyptic Philip. Ouch.

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I’ll probably just delete the Governor blog and give up Lestrade and make some Burt Macklin blog and make it super depressing and crazy because it could be a detached alter-ego/AU for Andy and whatever, I need a more flexible personality.

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"The pain doesn’t go away, you just make room for it."

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Mama, help me, I've been ＣＵＲＳＥＤ-- Death is rolling in e v e r y verse.

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          ❝Some calls can wait--                 and some can't. Besides,                 what if I had good news                 and you simply shrugged                 it off?❞                                { Such possibilities are staggeringly minute, however. }

    ❝You know midnight       calls are only okay       when it hasn’t been       a long day & I need       to sleep.❞

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                    { ----THUNK.                             And you would have thought that                             the air was safer these days, free                             of projectiles; be it from children                                   o r     b i r d     a l i k e. }

       ❝Hey, now--            What in the hell?            Alright, who threw that?❞

     ❝Twenty-one…❞

          [ hits the nearest person with a rock. ]

     ❝Twenty-two…❞

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my main blog looks like it belongs as my governor blog. oi.

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           ❝Oh, relax there, Sheriff----               It's nothing two men can't               be mature about. Out here               under the sun. You must               b e      e x h a u s t e d... ❞                                    { He did as he was told, however,                                       not even peaking through his                                       fingers to tease the poor man. }

What the hell, good lord how did you even get here? Don’t even try to get that hands of yours down.

{ No way. This can’t be true. Why him?! To all the people that would see him why in the hell him?! Nice one Ricky boy. }

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     ❝You seem shocked, though.         Perhaps you should keep         better tabs on your own pri-         vacy. Good lord, son----.❞                         { He lifts a hand to shield his gaze,                           but it wasn't enough to hide that                            d a m n    s m i r k    o f     h i  s. }

There’s this thing called, stop staring at me while I take off my shirt.

{ He wasn’t annoyed though he was just irritated that someone is watching him. That’s the problem why is this person watching him? }

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❝That's a pawn. They're your soldiers.❞

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     As predicted, this wasn't going to be the easiest thing      in the world. What he hoped could be a simple conver-      sation, despite Philip presenting himself with arms----      and at once putting the fault in his own hands; If he were      to die today, in this very "smart idea" of an accomplice,      she would be the only one to blame. That, and well, the      unpredictable Rick Grimes. He pressed the bitterness      of the name to the back of his teeth. Cyanide and dirt.

     Philip leaned his weight back in his own chair, resting      his boots up on the table. His ankles crossed, passive      demeanor shining dully in his eyes and tongue. Sheriff      boy here was clearly out of his mind; How long had he      been traveling? How much death and destruction had      he seen, non-stop, with no break in between losses?                                                     ❝I can't promise you much on my part.                                                        Clearly, you are the one who's out of                                                        line here. There's no need to start a                                                        fight right of the back, Grimes... so...                                                                                                           Please.                                                                                                                  Sit.❞

The cheek on this guy. How could he possibly ask Rick to do anything even remotely close to relaxing? Maybe it was because he was clearly a psychopath and had no regards to anyone’s life but his own— but ei ther way, Rick hadn’t relaxed in a very long time. He hadn’t known the meaning of the word relaxed ever since he woke up in a hospital bed, alone, confused and very lost. He still wonders how he made it out of that hospital alive… sheer luck, perhaps— but sheer luck wasn’t what got him up to this point…

He does, however, take a rather long, dramatic breath in. He’ll play along, because he has to— he doesn’t like how he’s always dancing to whatever tune The Governor plays. He doesn’t like the fact he has to be the rational one, has to be careful, because there are lives at stake, lives depending on him… on every decision he makes, every choice…                                           “I’ll relax when you are no longer a threat.                                            But for now, I’m comfortable standing and                                            tense, thank you for offering.”  He attempts a smile himself; though it looks more like he’s sneering at the other man than anything else… hands at his hips, he waits for the next pawn to be played… this is a dangerous game, but he’s  going to win. This time, he’s going to win. He’s prepared to pay whatever price he asks. He’s prepared to play any game he chooses. As long as he wins. 

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But then as soon as the fun starts, the wi-fi does that thing and the muses go take a nap. (First Moran and now possibly Lestrade.) It's late, I guess, and it was fun to get the ball rolling at least, yeah.

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   Inner demons.         They fed on the meek, for they were to inherit this godforsaken         planet. It was lights out and their gleaming eyes were the only          sources of light the ground had; the moon guided them, guided         the worst kinds of men and women into salvation. Among them          stood a Jekyll-and-Hyde, shoulders hunched against the better          forces of nature and circumstance. --He could have been a man         of any walk of life; an office zombie (no pun intended) or better         yet, someone completely sane and living their years out in this         exact city and state.                                                           Morality was no one's forte.          A wall had been broken and the struggle to fix it was nothing          more than a hiccup in the system. The Jekyll-and-Hyde was          torn between tearing this sheriff a new one or giving him the          back of his Beretta to answer to. The only way to get through          this now was to-- stay-- c-c-calm.                                           ❝You've some explaining to do,❞                                              he started, nearly breathless with                                              teeth chattering. ❝I think it'd be best                                              to start yourself wherever you feel--                                              comfortable.❞

The gun’s still in his hand, even when the other visibly shows that he is unarmed, both of his hands raised in the air, showing no weapon. That didn’t make him feel comfortable or at ease as  it should have; there was something off about this… Governor character— something that made he very hairs on his skin stand up… something that made him want to turn around, and take his people as far from him as he possibly could— in a way, he was intimated by him… he saw in him, a different Rick. A darker  Rick. And that was what scared him so much. The thought of everyone he knew seeing that, too, and deciding to stay with the other, seeing as only the bad make it in this god damned world.                    He’s not going to be the first to break the silence, or                    the rather intense stares they’re sharing, so he stands                    his ground, gun firmly in his hand, as he waits for the                    other to lead— he will follow, gladly, in this case. Some                    times, all he wants is for someone else to take the lead.                    It’s a foreign feeling, being the one waiting, not the one                    doing… but he’s going to tread carefully with this one.                     There is a lot more than his pride at stake here. 

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In this life now you kill or you die. Or you die and you kill.

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Ten Best Places to Hide in a Zombie Apocalypse: A Zoo.

This isn’t as bad an idea as you might initially think. The antelope, moose, elk or any animal like that will have plenty of enclosed pasture land there for growing your food. And obviously, you can eat them. The buildings attached to the fenced areas can be your living area. If you can fortify the doors to the buildings then I think a zoo is definitely worth a look in case you are forced to relocate to escape zombies.

PHILIP HONEY PACK YOUR SHIT WE’RE GOING TO THE NEAREST ZOO. I’VE BEEN FUCKING AROUND GODDAMNED PRISONS AND FUCKING FARMS ALL THIS TIME MAN. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DON’T DO YOUR RESEARCH.