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dexfitz:

“I wish I had appreciated it more,” Dexter wished he had appreciated a lot of things more, regret was a thing that gnawed at his insides but he shifted from the topic rather easily. “My parents took my sister and I, it was during a business trip of theirs so we didn’t get to stay long but what I did see was beautiful.” It was mostly his sisters experience Dexter had been preoccupied with rather than his own. Once again he nodded, more an internal agreement that visiting Paris was near impossible and it saddened him, the reminder that the rest of the world was shit too and that Paris was likely beyond destroyed. Memories were all Dexter had anymore anyway and it took him a second to shake them from his mind and refocus on the real topic at hand.

“That’s beautiful,” Dexter breathed in reply, you’re beautiful, Dex thought for a moment, almost flushing before he dropped his gaze from Bobbi’s and he huffed a small laugh to himself as his words could definitely be taken in a more flirtatious way, to which he didn’t correct, he simply smiled more, mostly to himself but soon he returned his gaze to Bobbi. “That’s smart, Town Hall is likely to have the information we need, I was thinking archives in a library but your idea is better.”

Something about the tone of his voice brought a slight flush to her own cheeks, and Bobbi averted her gaze, vaguely aware that he’d looked away as well. “Don’t knock your idea- it would be a smart idea to hit both places. Who knows what sort of damage the files could have taken in the past few years. It would be smart to gather as many copies and files we can.” She chanced a glance towards Dex, her flush having faded.

“I mean, if you want to go to the Library...” Her lips pulled into a smile, creases forming at the corner at her eyes. “You can feel free to bring me back some books- I’ve already finished everything I have.” Which was a wild concept, considering her room had floor to ceiling bookshelf that was filled with all manners of books.

#dex.001

with: @dowstarter location: outside town hall

Bobbi never thought she was a very maternal woman. Sure, she loved kids and enjoyed teaching her students, but she had never wanted kids with Chris. Of course that wasn’t to say that Chris didn’t want children- he’d always gone on and on about how they were going to have the true American Dream with a house with a white picket fence, a dog, 2.5 kids... But Chris was dead, and Bobbi was still alive.

And now she had Puck, who was arguably the sweetest child she’d ever experienced. But she wasn’t his mother. She was his uncle’s ex-high school English teacher, and she was now his caretaker. And yet Puck had called her ‘Mama’ last night when she’d tucked him in between herself and the wall. Her heart had swelled with a simple love and adoration, and so so much guilt.

She’d needed a drink, something to quiet the realization that she was now, effectively, a mom. Bobbi wasn’t really sure of how to deal with the revelation, she wasn’t displeased, but something about it sat heavy on her heart.

She took another sip of her nearly empty beer, staring out across the joyful streets of these persistent survivors of this harsh world.

#tdowstarter

faust-fenter:

Faust winced at the idea, but nodded in agreement nonetheless. Anything for Bobbi, for his family. “‘Course, yeah. I’ll go as soon as I can- tomorrow morning, maybe,” he got to his feet with a grunt, the movement far more slow and effortful than it had any right to be. He tried to cover it up with a cough and adjusted his shirt.

“Right, well. Good night, then.”

“Faust.” For a moment she felt a sense of deja vu, as she called out Faust. It was as if they were back in the classroom, and she was calling for his to stay behind after class. “I need to know if you’re one hundred percent healthy.” Blonde hair shifted as she nodded at the seat in front of her, indicating he needed to sit down. “I cannot send you out if you’re not ready.”

#faust.001

averniim:

“There was, but we’d need to send a strong and fast team.” Minerva had been watching Bobbi drum against the table as she spoke, trying to pick out the best people for the run. They’d definitely need to be strong to load the lumber, but quick enough to do it without drawing attention to themselves. Assuming the scouts came back saying it was okay to make that attempt. “I’ll get the scouts out there. I’ll see if they can send some people into the town. I think there was a construction crew working on a house.”

If they wanted to get to that store, they’d need to play it extremely safe. The Horde might not be in town, but there were still huge groups of infected loitering in the uncleared areas. “So we need fast scouts- but ones who can stay out for longer. They need to be careful- these would be un-known areas, so we can’t send anyone who would take risks.” Bobbi leaned her chin against her fist, staring blankly ahead as she ran through their... tiny list of scouts. “We could send Faust-” The suggestion choked her, her student’s smiling face being torn to pieces by unseen infected as he went further than any of their scouts had gone before. “I- He’s a smart kid.” But these were the decisions she needed to make since Sam was out of the picture. “Finding a construction site would be a good idea, especially if any power tools could be found.”

#minerva.001

with: @dexfitz location: House 101

Bobbi had always loved the water, she’d grown up swimming and had kept up a pretty regular swimming regiment when she’d moved with Chris to Colorado. Of course, there weren’t quite as many chances to swim in the current world, but someone had managed to drag back a small plastic kiddie pool, and while it was too small for her, it was the perfect size to let Puck splash around in.

So she’d dragged it out to the front yard of House 101 and spent a good chunk of her morning filling it with water by hand. But it was all worth it, to see the normally quiet and reserved Puck, start to splash and play like he was enjoying a normal childhood.

Of course, Bobbi herself couldn’t avoid the allure of cool water on a hot Summer day, and she found herself sitting in the water with her legs splayed out to fit in the pool. Her cut off jean shorts were soaking wet, and she knew it was going to be incredibly uncomfortable when she stood up, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

Cupping her hands, Bobbi poured water over the three year old’s curly hair, laughing as he shrieked in surprise and happiness. There was a heartbeat of panic as he began to reel back, and Bobbi’s hand snaked out to grab his arm in a tight grip. His direction switched from falling outside the kiddie pool to sitting down in the water. Taking a quick second to breathe a sigh of relief, Bobbi released Puck and leaned back slightly.

#dex.002

with: @samuel-creed location: House 101

If Sam didn’t want to be the de facto leader of Sanctuary any more, Bobbi wasn’t going to be the one to force him. No one could say that he didn’t deserve a break, but he didn’t deserve to wallow in his own misery. She needed to find a way to snap him out of it, pull him from his own mind and push him back into the world of the living. She’d never loved and lost someone the way he had loved and lost Adrian, but she couldn’t have him sleeping in until almost noon any longer.

“Come on, time to get up.” Bobbi flung open the curtains in Sam’s room, bright sunlight streaming in revealing layers of dust in the dingy room. “Sam, I’ve got things I need you to do.”

#sam.002

with: @calbeckbs location: outside

If there was one thing Bobbi didn’t like about Summer, it was the inevitable sunburn she’d have after spending more than twenty minutes outside. When she had been a young girl in sunny southern California, she’d never really had to deal with major sunburns since her mother wouldn’t let her go outside without slathering her in the strongest sunscreen one could buy. Unfortunately, in a post outbreak world, sunscreen was much harder to come by, something that Bobbi was all too aware of as she felt her skin continue to bake as she sought refuge in the shade.

“I swear, I think I don’t think we’re going to need any lights after dark- I think I’ll be glowing enough to light the damn town.”

#cal.001

dexfitz:

He could have hoped for a happier noise but Dexter never had been the best at jokes, his sister compared them to their father’s jokes and that was enough for Dex to know they were more often terrible than anything else. Still, the small huff of a laugh that emitted from Bobbi’s lips and the look that followed was enough to make his lips turn up into a gentle smile. The man paused for a moment, blue gaze moving over her features as she added her own destinations, one of which he’d been to. “Can’t say anything about the International Space Station, but Paris is beautiful–” he hummed thoughtfully, although he’d been a teen when he’d visited and it hadn’t exactly been for pleasure, Dexter’s mother made sure his sister and he got to see some sights.

Dex cleared his throat and shifted, dropping his legs from the chair in front of him and moving to face Bobbi better. He let a moment of silence hang over them, it wasn’t uncomfortable, at least not for him but it was one of pondering. “Teaching is very important, now more so than before,” he nodded a few times, letting his head fall into a slight shake before he smiled a little softer now. “– I think you’re doing wonderful even without some degree or schooling on construction or architecture.” He noticed the tension in her exhale and Dexter couldn’t help the small rise of concern for the woman that slowly simmered within his chest as he watched her for another moment longer until he returned his gaze to the list. The man ran a hand through his hair and sighed, letting his tongue flick over his chapping lips. “The local library may have blueprints of some of these older buildings on file, perhaps we could hit two birds with one stone there– get some books and blueprints.” He expressed thoughtfully, nodding to himself and once again letting that contemplating glaze touch his eyes.

“I never had the chance to go to Paris- or well I did... but it didn’t. It didn’t pan out.” She and Chris had planned to honeymoon in Paris, spend some time with just the two of them. Before everything had gone to shit, Bobbi had really been looking forwards to it, to seeing the Louvre and eating at all the fantastic restaurants and cafes. She knew Chris was looking forwards to it for a different reason, but at the time she didn’t want to think about it. Now, she was too busy to think about it, and her features only darkened momentarily at the memory of the man she had thought she’d loved. “But that’s neither here nor there and I definitely can’t go now.”

His praise was more than welcome, after spending the last few days arguing with everyone about Sanctuary’s course of action, and Bobbi’s slight smile grew. “I’ve always loved teaching, seeing faces light up in recognition as they get whatever concept I’m talking about. But with all this, it’s hard to get them to get it when I don’t even get it.” Almost unconsciously, her eyes darted to his lips as he wet them. “Uh- Yeah, libraries.” She straightened, fumbling with a hair tie so she could pull her hair back. “Blueprints would be... fantastic, actually. If we can get into the city’s town hall or something, there would logically be more information there with blueprints, more extensive maps... Maybe even information about the city’s water system.”

#dex.001

with: @calbeckbs location: outside

“Okay, so I need to know if you’re planning on going on any runs in the near future.” Bobbi missed the days when she was just a simple teacher and day care for the various children of Sanctuary. It was so much easier to keep track of her students, even if the youngest of them still cried at the drop of a hat. “I’m trying to make a mock line up of partners and supplies we need, I just need to know who-all is planning on going out.”

#cal.001

with: @faust-fenter location: upstairs bedroom

It was nice, to spend a quiet evening with Puck on her lap, reading by candle light as Puck slowly drifted off to sleep. In the cozy atmosphere, among the smell of candle smoke and books, Bobbi could feel her shoulders relaxing more than they had all day. Or they would be, if she hadn’t needed to talk to Faust.

“Hey kid, wanna come sit over here for a minute?”

#faust.002

xrooneyx:

“It was probably a good book.” Rooney remembered her teacher handing it out and making them sign their copy out in a binder she kept at the back of the classroom. In truth, now that she thought about it, the book was still probably shoved to the bottom of her school bag- where ever that was now. “I should have read it. My teacher was a pretty good teacher. I just had other shit going on.”

“It’s an incredible book.” Bobbi gently corrected the younger girl. “And you absolutely should read it.” Perhaps it wouldn’t hold as much importance in this post-modern world, but the story and the lessons learned would always remain valid in any social situation. “I’m sure she knew, and though she may have been bitter that you weren’t paying attention, I’m almost positive she wouldn’t have held it against you. I know I would not have.”

#rooney.001

samuel-creed:

Sam rubbed his eyes and let out a small sigh. “Sorry Bobbi, I was uhh…” Sam turned to face Bobbie at the table, his eyes immediately focusing on the pen she was tapping on the table. “Somewhere else” he replied, a small apologetic smile breaking onto his lips.

“If you get that list together let me know, I might be able to find some of the stuff we need when I go on my next run.” Ever since Aidan had gone missing Sam had spent the majority of his time beyond the walls of sanctuary, sometimes joining the scouts or runners on their rounds, sometimes under the cover of darkness, using the broken fence and lack of survivors to his advantage.

Sam fell silent for a moment, his eyes glazing over once again before he spoke again. “It looks good on you… the job of leader. Maybe you should keep it.”

There had been more then one time when he was beyond the wall that Sam considered leaving and never returning. After all, there wasn’t much for him to return for anymore.

“Sam-” Bobbi sighed heavily, setting her pen down and scooting her chair back so she could face her friend, her brother, with more ease. “I have always kept my eyes firmly on the future. Even with all this going on, all I have ever wanted was for Sanctuary to do better. That’s why I made the decision to take some of the duties off of your back.” It hadn’t been a tough decision, in fact, it had probably been the easiest one she had ever been forced to make. But heavy lay the crown, and Bobbi’s shoulders were never meant to bear Atlas’s burden. “If you want me to continue running things, I will, but if I’m making the decisions- you are not going on any runs. Not yet.” As long as Sam was safe, she could bear any burden- but losing him, after all this time and all they’ve built together... Sanctuary would crumble.

#sam.001

faust-fenter:

It was good to see some of the tension leave Bobbi’s shoulders, for once. Faust allowed himself to relax minutely, slumping in his chair and tilting his head back to stare at the cracks in the ceiling. They probably had to do something about those, too (he spotted one or two leaks- not good), but he could bring that up later. “If only we had extra bricks lying around,” he said, “I can go out on a run and see what there is to find, but…” He resisted the urge to rub at his chest scar, which seemed to throb every time he thought of it. It was becoming more than a little irritating.

“ If you want to head a scouting run, see what we can find and send other runners out to get, I would... I would really appreciate it. ” Words could not express just how proud Bobbi was of Faust. He’d proven himself time and time again, that she could trust him to do what was right and what was necessary. “ See if Charlie will go with you. We’ve been talking about find a Lowe’s or Home Depot. ”

#faust.001

marksmanmaddox:

Dorian walked into the town hall for his daily check in with Bobbi, it seemed that the two had been spending a lot of time together since the horde came through. If she needed something done, Dorian was the man to do it, and lately he’d been helping with patching the walls and finding specific things that they needed when he ventured beyond the walls. The man sloughed his rifle off of his shoulder and laid it down on a table before leaning back against it and facing the woman. “While I definitely think we can sort out the electricity issues, I think building a proper house that will survive another winter might be more of a pipe dream than a reality.” He hummed, his tone flat but slightly amused as he glanced up at lights.

“ That’s true, but we have to think long term as well as short term. As we are right now, we’re fine on beds- but if a family walks in tomorrow, all of a sudden we run into problems. ” She really didn’t get how Sam had dealt with this for so long, she had only been running the day to day of Sanctuary for a few months, and she was ready to tear her hair out. “Even if it doesn’t have electricity, we need somewhere where people can spread out. ”

#dorian.001

charlene-hong:

Charlene listened to Bobbi earnestly, eager for any good news. It was true that things could have been much, much worse, but the promise of food and water didn’t exactly lift her spirits. Unnaturally, there were different priorities in Charlene’s mind than sustenance. Never before had she realized the burden of such a heavy heart. She adjusted her sitting position and turned her eyes onto the handwritten list Bobbi had constructed. She thought it looked nice, pretty even with Bobbi’s stylish handwriting. “I appreciate your optimism.” For Bobbi’s sake, Charlene managed a weak smile. “Do you think it’s worth it to build a new 103? Burned to the ground, it may make more sense to take advantage of the flattened land, turn it into another farm or recreation area.” She exhaled slowly, “It was good while it lasted, though.”

“ Perhaps I am being too optimistic, but I would rather have too many beds than not enough. ” She leaned back in her chair, her back making several audible pops as she finally changed position. “ However, ” She yawned, stretching back with her arms above her head. “ I won’t deny that it wouldn’t be a good idea to have another farm. We would just need soil and fertilizer to really get it going. ” Bobbi made a note on her whiteboard. “ We’d have to survey everyone and see who has the know how and could be transferred to work on a farm. ”

#charlene.001

xrooneyx:

Rooney smiled quickly at Bobbi as she sat down next to her on the bench. It was days like these, when the air was warm and the birds were chirping, where if you tried hard enough you could forget the circumstances under which they were living. Of course, it wasn’t a sustainable thought process. More like a few seconds where you zoned out from everything entirely. Rooney noted the title and then lifted her own book, giving it a gentle wag in Bobbi’s direction. “Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn.”

She closed the book, marking the page with her finger. “I’ve not read ‘Emma’. We were supposed to read ‘Pride and Prejudice’ in school but I skipped class so I missed out.”

“ Emma is a wonderful story- but Pride and Prejudice was one of my favorites growing up. ” She’d admired Elizabeth’s strong will- and her relationship with Mr. Darcy. “ I don’t have Pride and Prejudice yet- but I’m sure if I asked, Faust would find it for me. ” Her old student truly was one of the kindest people she had ever met, and she could not have been prouder of him. “ If you’d like, you’re more than welcome to read Emma at any time. Or any of my books, really. “

#rooney.001

samuel-creed:

Sam sat at the table across from Bobbie. He could hear her talking, although her voice was muffled and seemed distant as his mind raced through events and memories of the last six months. The night the horde raced through the streets, the faces of those who died in front of him as they tried to take back the walls of sanctuary from the infected and finally…. the last moments he spent with Perry.

The last conversation he had with Perry in the back of the pick up truck flashed before his eyes, the final moment as he handed the kid his gun played before Bobbies voice snapped him out of it.

“Huh?… Oh, uhh… yeah, shouldn’t be a problem” Sam replied instinctually, not knowing what Bobbie had been talking about for the last half hour.

“ You’re not listening. ”

She might have been smiling, but Bobbi was anything but pleased. Her pen tapped the table, the angry tapping sounding loudly in the quiet room. Sam had been like this for the past few months- and Bobbi was more than sick of it. “ Sam- ” She sighed, setting the pen down and turning in her chair to look fully at him. For a moment, she wanted to just let all her frustration out and tell Sam that he needed to get his shit together- but this was Sam. He’d always been so supportive when Bobbi had been in one of her funks, and she owed him so much for that. So she’d start by supporting him the best she could.

“ I’ll- start coming up with a list of supplies we need to fully repair the wall. ”

#sam.001

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