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ooc; Aaaand, like this for a mini-starter. The cap's three for the same reason Elsa is capped. I want to try and get some more interactions going with Carl since I haven't really had the opportunity to do much with him. Yay for playing catch up on a weekend where I only really had one day off.

Plotting is also fun if you'd rather do that. c:

#pp ooc

Alone.

It was a word he hated and feared, even through all of his posturing.

In the amusement park, with its strange attractions and stranger people, he was very much alone. He felt lost without his father and Michonne and everyone else from their dwindling group.

Carl sat on a polished, metal bench near the entrance to the prison in disguise. His lanky, growing frame was slouched into the seat with an air of languid defeat ---- at least, that was the case until his stormy eyes fell upon a girl that reminded him of home.

Perhaps it was her dirt stained clothes and face. Or, perhaps it was the way she walked and eyed her surroundings. She was a survivor.

"Hey," Carl called, his voice cracking mid-greeting much to his embarrassment, "You've got somethin' on your face."

He smiled faintly.

#bixhazard #[ location; park entrance. ]#[ short. ]#[ because ellie and carl can't exist in the same group and not know each other ]#[ ;wiggles ]

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ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʟιᴇs ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ ● ● ● [ closed. ]

screwdere

With no wristwatch to gauge however many minutes — hours, even — he’d spent aimlessly roaming the campus, he’d kept his expectations low-key in wait for the reveal of one of Arbitro’s grandiose plans spun into full fruition, or at least some semblance of sanity to calmly rejoin the rest of his psyche in single-file queue as a constellation prize. Fervently praying that he was under a particularly vivid hallucination hadn’t done any favors for his higher mental faculties, either. While Keisuke wasn’t a viable candidate for a bout of frantic hysterics (yet), dejection miserably rode shotgun on the one-way trip to unequivocal despondency. Akira, Rin, Motomi — even encountering the Executioners might’ve been marginally preferable to isolation in some desolate expanse of hulking park structures with not so much as a rationale or sense of chronological normalcy to smooth out his accruing doubts.

Fear rippled in the same manner as paranoia, so it’d taken more than a double-take to assure himself that the impassive boy remaining stock-still at the perimeter of one of the park’s various attractions wasn’t actually a homicidal killer in disguise (as he’d learned, Toshima as a municipal city was legitimately a cautionary tale for rampant mass-murderers, and old habits died hard). “Nothing, I was just — … sorry. Did I scare you? I was only checking it out, since I haven’t gone through any of them yet.” Unlike Carl, his features are scotch-free of any level of duplicity or subterfuge — after a minutely placid appraisal of the young boy, he keeps his gaze rigidly fixated on the termite-bitten wood of the gaping sign merely reading 'Haunted Escape' in kitschy smears, the fingers of his left hand curling inward on impulse.

“Yeah, I am. Or I will. I figure at least one of these places leads to the exit, and this one looks like the best place to start,” Keisuke hastily answers, narrowly biting down on his tongue as he retracts his scrutiny of the marker post to redirect his attention to his companion. “I’d personally advise against it, but if you’re planning on going in as well, we should probably stick together. Two’s better than one, right?” His cowardice is painfully transparent, frigidly encapsulating the latter half of his admission, but his grin is genuine enough to merit some ounce of reputability. At any rate, Keisuke already determined his own course of action long, towards any possible exit out of the park, long before deciding to tackle Haunted Escape head on — it’s just a matter of ascertaining whether or not he’ll have a plus-one for the plunge. “What do you say?”

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"No, you didn't." The response exploded from between his lips with an abrupt finality that was meant to hide the badly told lie. It was something he was rather infamous for, yet the number of people that saw through the facade were, so far, numbered in the single digits. His lips curled into a thicker scowl before his own gaze flicked in the direction of the Haunted Escape. His distrust remained obvious in the way he held himself ---- his arms crossed over his rib cage and his feet placed far enough apart to keep his body steady.

At least he stayed long enough to listen to the young man; to listen and consider.

His feet pivoted ever so slightly towards the other as he turned to face the strange entirely. Carl had no choice but to tilt his head back, the ever present sheriff's hat nearly slipping from its' place entirely, to look at the stranger's face. He searched for some sign of a trick, a lie, a facade much like his own that hid a dark truth. People were evil and untrustworthy. How many times had he been forced to face that truth over the past two years? Yet, try as he might, the brunet found no reason to retreat from the offer.

Of course, the question as to whether or not he wanted to return home remained up in the air. Did he want to return to being hungry all the time? To fighting for his life from the undead masses? To watching and knowing with no uncertainty that all of his friends and family would die gruesomely?

Would there even be anyone left if he returned home ---- assuming, of course, that he wasn't already home. The possibility of him dreaming remained a high possibility.

His pride, the same pride that had gotten him into trouble time and time again, refused to let the offer go, not because he necessarily wanted to return to the hellish world he lived in, but because his arrogance feared being seen as weak. Carl took careless strides towards the entrance, his heart pacing ahead of him by a speed or two, and shoved his hands within his dirty jeans as his toes came to stop just outside the wide entrance. He cast a wary gray glance back towards the stranger with a limp shrug of his thin shoulders, "Fine, let's go. It's gonna get dark soon."

The teenager took the final step forward. His footstep was more confident than he felt about the entire thing, yet his words remained painstakingly casual, "The labyrinth everyone talks about is this way."

Carl pointed in the direction he assumed it was. The lights and cheesy, spooky music cemented his thoughts that the other direction was for less courageous (or idiotic) people.

#inherents #[ location; haunted escape. ]#[ what lies ahead. ]#[ shhh xD i am glad you think so! ]#[ tbh i died all over your writing ]#[ it's so gooooooood ahaha ]

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m e m e.

☤ What do you have in common with your muse?

That's a really hard one to answer. I think that we're similar in that we both want to be reliable and trustworthy... we struggle to be either. I can relate to him, I guess, because I understand wanting to live up to another person's expectations but not being able to. Also, anyone that is a teenager or can remember being a teenager can relate to his need for independence and perfected method of pissing his father off.

☑ What are the biggest differences between you and your muse?

I don't think I could make the same decisions Carl can and has. Could I really kill someone to protect my family? I don't know. I mean, a lot of people say they could do something that extreme... but can they really? And that's just one of the many difficult decisions he's made that gives me pause. Also, I do not have the same survival instincts are Carl. I'm certain that I wouldn't be able to survive in a world filled with zombies.

#[ ask meme; answered. ]#cateyedchild

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Spotted

Taking a break after wandering the park for over three hours, Elphaba sat on a bench and read over the spells in the book from the Wizard. She was able to understand parts, but not all of it, and she had no idea how she was able to understand. She had never learned the language that the book was written in, and she couldn’t recognize the words, but somehow she understood what they meant without her eyes registering the language as usual. It was unsettling.

She looked up from her book when she heard nearby footsteps. She looked up to see a young man walking in her general direction, although not necessarily over to her. She couldn’t see him too well from this distance, but something she had learned about this setting was that she was better off keeping tabs of her surroundings at all times.

abandonxdyouth

Carl bit back the monstrous yawn that clawed at his throat and chest. His shoulders sagged beneath the gentle warmth of the fall sun and his boots dragged across the relatively clean cement. Rest hadn't come easy the night before, even with a warm, soft bed and no danger in sight.

It was, after all, only a matter of time before something went wrong and he had no weapon to defend himself.

The teenager's eyes, a dull, stormy gray, focused on the smooth ground beneath his feet. It was a conundrum, really. He expected danger at every corner, yet his gaze was steered in the one direction there could be no problem from. In fact, he remained so focused -- so hypnotized -- that when he initially took up space on the bench next to the woman, he didn't notice anything strange about her.

It was only as Carl tipped his head back, his body slouching and contorting into the curve of the metal, that he glanced at the stranger he shared a seat with. He stared for a long moment... and then stared some more. His brain couldn't quite make the correct connection to turn away. He could almost hear his mother telling him:

'Don't stare, Carl. It's rude.'

But she was dead and he was a tactless teenage boy. It should have come as no surprise to anyone when he spoke, his tone a swirling mixture of cold bluntness and childish wonder, "You're green... Are you part of the park staff or something?"

#steamedelphie #[ location; ???. ]#[ hello! and nonono it's fine! ]#[ i'm actually sorry that carl focused on her skin color :c i don't wanna bore you with something like that ]

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m e m e.

유 Who was your first muse?

Well, I started off with some crazy self-insert for Zoids... those were some dark days, ahaha. ;shame

My first canon muse was Toboe from Wolf's Rain. I'm pretty sure he was terribly out of character since I was still a very amateurish writer when I first watched the series. I recently tried writing him again, but to be honest, I think he doesn't really suit me anymore. If I had to choose a character to write from the series now, it'd probably be Kiba or Blue. Hi, I think I went way off topic with this.

✈ Is it easier to write angst, fluff, or crack with your muse?

I haven't written a whole lot with Carl yet, but I think when I consider the series he's from and the lifestyle he's led, it would be pretty difficult to write crack or fluff with him. Although he's the same age as my other muse, he's grown up under circumstances where he's had to be a lot harder and less reluctant to make decisions most wouldn't be able to. He doesn't believe in happy endings and sees only the bad things in life so writing him casually / in a fluffy situation seems very out of character to me.

❤ How long have you been RPing?

Eeeh, it's been a long time! It's going on fourteen years now, although there were months of dry spells where I didn't write at all. I used to enjoy the social aspect of roleplaying (and don't get me wrong, I still very much do!) but I've actually gotten back into it recently because it's a free hobby. I'm paying for internet regardless and writing keeps me from craving other things like books / games / etc. c:

I don't think I'll ever truly stop roleplaying ~

#steamedelphie #[ ask meme; answered ]#steamed-artichoke

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Munday Questions: Reblog as Text

❤ How long have you been RPing?

❥ How long have you been RPing this character?

유 Who was your first muse?

♋ What drew you to this muse?

☮ Is there anything you don’t like about playing this muse?

✌ What is the easiest aspect of playing this muse?

☏ What is the most challenging aspect of playing this muse?

☢ How many active muses do you have?

☠ Who is a muse you would want to play?

☤ What do you have in common with your muse?

☑ What are the biggest differences between you and your muse?

♚ Do you and your muse get along?

▲ Of the two of you, who is more mature, you or your muse?

♪ Are you comfortable playing your muse?

✈ Is it easier to write angst, fluff, or crack with your muse?

⌚ Is it easier for you to write as canon characters or OCs?

#pp meme #[ this seems okay to do while i do my few drafts c: ]#[ let's all hope i actually have a strong muse for carl ;nervous ]

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It hadn't taken Carl very long to decide he was dreaming.

Electricity. Clean water. Food. ---- And not a walker in sight.

Of course, in a dream his stomach wouldn't contort and gurgle with the near ceaseless hunger he felt awake. His cheeks and neck and hands wouldn't feel the chilled bite of the evening breeze. Goosebumps wouldn't prickle uncomfortably along his flesh. He wouldn't be able to smell the enticing scent of grilling meat or the moist air of fall. And he wouldn't cringe away from anyone that bumped his shoulder. His heart wouldn't jump with an instinctive urge to defend himself.

Maybe he'd been bitten. Maybe this was what walkers dreamed of. But he couldn't remember being bitten... he couldn't remember anything of significance. It was a mystery that he wasn't sure how to crack.

He meandered the park without any sort of destination. He watched the rides with muted curiosity and faint longing. He kept an ocean of distance between him and any milling crowds. People weren't trustworthy and he didn't have his gun to protect himself. He considered stealing from a food stand before his dragged himself away. Money was of no importance to him ---- to be entirely honest, he wasn't even sure he knew how to count it anymore.

Eventually, Carl stood outside the Haunted Escape. He wasn't quite sure how or why he made his way to the labyrinth so few seemed interested in trying. It didn't seem that bad from a distance. Could it compare to the paralyzing terror he felt when he'd been cornered by a walker? He remembered the leathery hands that grasped his ankle. He was lucky nothing broke in the hard fall. He remembered the stench of decay, the way the hands clawed at his jeans to get a better hold, the weight of a once dead body on his feet and the sound of gnashing, grinding, gnawing teeth.

He blinked gray eyes and his vision cleared of the memory. The teenager inhaled a deep breath he'd forgotten to take. The presence of another at his side caught his attention. He shot the stranger a wary, suspicious glance. His lips pursed into an unreadable line and his hand wandered to the empty holster at his side.

"... What?" His response, cracked and gravely from his age, was unnecessarily hostile. He didn't care as he continued, "Are you going in there?"

#inherents #[ what lies ahead. ]#[ location; haunted escape. ]#[ i hope this is okay! ;scoots away nervously ]

inherents replied to your post:ooc; So, this is what I was doing all day instead...

SWEATS it doesn’t have to be on both if it’s overwhelming you …. carl or yukine are fine!! as long as you’re feeling it i’m feeling it

ooc; I'm gonna write both starters for you! c: I won't feel overwhelmed or anything. Yukine's just been difficult to write all weekend for some reason. ;shrug

#inherents #[ tbd ]

ooc; So, this is what I was doing all day instead of writing those starters on Yukine. Please blame Netflix!

Anyway, I'm here all night because I work nights this week, so like this for a starter maybe? There's no cap because I'm probably a little bit of a masochist.

I don't have icons at the moment because I need to crop screen caps and b l e h. I'll be working on it. c: Also, I have no experience writing this guy. Wish me luck and have patience with me!

(I'm stalking Twitter, too, so we could plot if anyone wanted to?)

#pp ooc #[ tbd ]