Agent Nahman Jayden.

I'm thah profilah who gets beat up a lot an' took down thah Origammy Killah pretty much single handedly. Now I'm survivin' thah apawcalypse all alone. Doan got thah ARI, bu' thah triptocaine's too addictan' t' drop, even if I was off it foh awhile. Cartah, if yah see this, yah're still an asshole.

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thecosmonautfilm:

Andrei and Stas being unbearably cute. This is one of my favourite photos of the whole project.

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Friendlier than most. | Norman&Oliver.

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Although the stranger had been nice enough to introduce himself Oliver didn’t see the sense it and didn’t return that favor. They propably would talk a bit and then seperate again, so there was no need in sharing names, the only thing they owned. He only nodded and looked at the bleeding wound. “Well shit”, was the blackhaired boy’s quick answer before looking back in Norman’s eyes. 

As the man asked for water, Oliver took out a half empty bottle out of his bag and passed it to the blue eyed men infront of him. “Keep it.” Then he carried on packing food. He didn’t trust the man, but at least Norman, but at least he didn’t aim with the gun at him anymore, so he didn’t really care about the water. “You know… There are still dusty bottles of water in the back of the store. Just sayin’.” 

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 Norman accepted the water bottle, giving the other a small, crooked grin. "Thanks." Not caring that he'd be stuck in soaking wet clothes, which wasn't exactly comfortable but he was used to it, he screwed the cap off the bottle and let it fall to the floor. Rather than drinking the liquid, he only took one quick sip before dumping the rest of it over his head, hoping it'd be enough to ward off the temptations of the triptocaine for at least a little while longer. Whatever it was about being covered in water, it always helped him calm down.

 Pretending he didn't know his behaviour would be seen as strange by anyone who wasn't aware of the circumstances, he changed subjects as he walked back to the next aisle over, feeling the withdrawl symptoms slowly subside. "So, uh.. Whadevah yah name is.. Ah assume yah'e all on yah ohn?" Norman managed to find a decent needle and enough thread so he could close his wound up properly so he sat on one of the dusty cardboard boxes filled with God-knows-what on the ground before he rolled up the sleeve of his shirt, inspecting the cut once again. Norman searched his pockets for disinfectant and found some, taking it out and pouring it all over the gash and surrounding area as a precaution, sharply sucking air in through his teeth because that shit stung a lot.

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Not at ALL! Scott is still on tumblr! You haven't done (mad) Jack!

.. Ah hope this means he gaht inehneht in jail.

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Nahman why hahvent yuh ghat the orhaghami killah yet?

Ah alreadeh gaht thah damn bastahd, didn’ Ah?

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For the moment, I’m not looking for solutions.

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Friendlier than most. | Norman&Oliver.

[cauterizedwounds]

It wasn’t the best day for Oliver. He ran out of food – which wasn’t a big problem to him since he turned out to be an amazing hunter – and of nails, he needed for the tree houses. He was about to work on the sixth now and he was counting to take five days now. The last months he improved in constructing them, he remembered his first try to take him three weeks and it fell apart again.   

He made his way to the nearest town. The walkers, he met, had been quickly killed with his penknife. There was this one demolished store he entered. Inside of it he head straight for the nails, before he did actually think of wood. It was his latest obsession. Building tree houses like they were something they kept him alive. He didn’t need any of them. Oliver hadn’t a group or any people to rely on. His sisters were dead, for sure, and nobody else could be trusted. After packing all the nails they had in the store into a plastic bag, he walked over to the selection with canned food, since it was the only edible things. 

Suddenly he heard a man’s voice. Oliver didn’t even care to get his weapon out. As far as he could tell the man wasn’t about to fight with him. And one look at the stranger confirmed his assumption. “Um… Can I help you?” 

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 When Norman noticed the younger man didn't even make the slightest movement for a weapon, added with the way he spoke, it seemed to be a safe bet that he wasn't about to get into yet another struggle for his life. He lowered his weapon a bit, not putting it away just yet, there was no need to begin underestimating people. "Ah'm Nahman Jayden.", he introduced himself, since it was the polite thing to do, before letting his arm swing down to his side, still holding his gun in a loose grip.

 "Just lookan' foh medical stuff, nothan' big.", Norman explained gesturing to the bleeding wound on his arm and forcing a small smile even though the cut still ached and needed to be treated as soon as possible. Nothing to complain about, he'd had far worse.

 He was about to object and say he didn't need any help and wish the guy a good afternoon when he felt the blood dripping down from his nose and wondered if his face had paled like it usually did. Damn withdrawl symptehms.. Ah can't take it now, Ah've almost gahn a whole day without it. "Actualleh, could yah get me some wateh?", Norman asked, feeling his hands begin to shake so he quickly pocketed his gun and crossed his arms to try and stop the movement, desperate to avoid having another fix of triptocaine. "If it's naht too much trouble."

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Friendlier than most. | Norman&Oliver.

 Norman was getting pretty sick of everyone he was running into these days. People weren't really his division anyway and he'd always had the tendency to get his ass kicked, but by now he would've thought that his trouble would've ended, seeing as he wasn't arresting or questioning anyone. Hell, they probably didn't even know Norman was once a profiler working for the F.B.I., which was his usual cause of misfortune and bad luck, and everyone he met was trying to kill him and steal whatever supplies he was carrying. Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to keep everything on him; his things were stored in an abandoned apartment he'd claimed as his own, and hidden so that no matter how hard anyone else tried, only he would be able to find them.

 He'd made the mistake of attempting to talk a rather large and intimidating man into leaving him alone, but was too distracted from the damned triptocaine that he began stuttering and his vision blurred, and the guy could tell what was wrong and used that as an advantage to pull a knife on him. After a long fight that eventually ended with the attacker dead, Norman finally emerged victorious, although not without entirely destroying the supermarket they were in and gaining several cuts, one on his arm too deep and would need stitches.

 Norman limped over to the medical section of the demolished store, a hand tightly gripping the bleeding wound in hopes it'd stop the flow somewhat while he searched. His eyes scanned around and he found nothing useful, sighing to himself and heading to the sewing section as a last resort. Bettah than thah sahgahcal glue. Ah hate thah shit. Stinks wahse than them dead peopahl.

 Norman was rummaging through a box of sewing needles on the shelf against the wall when he heard something drop in the aisle beside him. He froze immediately, listening and not hearing another sound. Figuring he might get beaten up again, he drew his gun and slowly crept around the corner to see a younger boy picking through food. "Ehy, kid.", Norman said to catch the other person's attention.

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thosedamnwalkers:

THESE TWO GET SO FLIPPING CLOSE ON PHOTOGRAPHS 

i smell a wanted bromance,THEY JUST NEED TO LOVE

[rachniqueen]

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hanasnow:

(Another post about Heavy Rain….)

Whenever I see Pascal Langdale and Leon Ockenden together I smile. Just because they seem so happy and goofy around each other, you know?

(Any Ethan/Norman shippers? In an interview with Pascal Langdale by Playstation UK(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QTD25yU0j0s), Pascal told them that if he were to be paired with someone from the game, it’d be Leon. They also said it should be called, “Jaydars”, haha.)