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blaire coventry; temperamental medic with a switchblade.

[ericbrinley]

After his long run, Eric decided to practice his throwing skills, not paying attention, he threw, almost nicking the innocent bystander in the nose. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

[b-laire]

Blaire never wanted any trouble, really, she preferred sticking to the shadows and isolating herself as opposed to making bonds with complete and utter strangers. The last thing she expected was some object just missing her by the nose, she immediately jumped back, falling to the ground with a loud thud.

"It's f-fine. I should have b-been paying attention-- I'm fine, j-just, uh.. Watch o-out, please." Her voice was shaky, but she at least attempted to be civil, even if he did just almost hit her in the face. 

[infiniteamountoffaces-deactivat]

Nathan watched her movements, and noticed she seemed pretty nervous. “These things scare you?” He said motioning towards the rotting corpse. “I’m Nathan.” He said simply, not really wanting a full conversation but going along with it.

[b-laire]

"Not necessarily." Her tone was quiet, but she at least appeared to feel somewhat better. He didn't seem like an immediate threat; if anything, she wanted to be as far away from here as possible. "Are y-you from the mall?"

[infiniteamountoffaces-deactivat]

Nathan had been wandering the city as usual, hugging the shadows for a blanket of darkness against the harsh sunlight that leaked exposure. As he walked through an old Walmart, he spotted a red haired woman just outside. She seemed a bit shaken as she searched the dead walker for anything of value, he stepped into the sunlight for the first time in days. He placed a hand over his eyes as he evaluated her. “You should be more careful.” He spoke as he continued to stare.

[b-laire]

The pale sunlight came down like a million suns against her pale skin. Blaire hadn't been so exposed in God knows how long, and this was a stretch, even for her. Usually, she would stick to the desolate alleyways and paths that many would avoid. But there she was, her blade deep in a walker as she searched through the corpse, her ears perking at the sound of nearing footsteps. It was another estranged straggler, only this time, he seemed just as lost as her.

"I'm c-careful. Careful as I c-can be." She paused, having already retrieved her knife from the decaying corpse and wiping it clean of blood against her clothes. Hesitantly, she took a few steps closer, but still keeping a safe distance between herself and the man. "I'm Blaire."

[b-laire]

"You k-know-- It would probably be best f-for you to bandage that." Her voice was quiet as she perched herself upon an old table, rummaging through her bag of select supplies to reveal a roll of medical gauze. "I c-can help. Kind of."

[b-laire]

i don't think i made an intro post??? idk. well, contrary to popular belief, my name is actually lydia!! but i have like 56 nicknames so any variation of that is perfectly fine

holland is my baby. i live in australia and i'm about to leave for school. and sorry for the clogging the dash with replies i'm sleep ughhhghg

ily bye :*

[fckkadam]

"You’re not going to find anything useful on that thing, you know" Adam said, watching the redhead searching the dead walker. He raised his brow slightly, not exactly sure of what she hoped to find on that thing "The only thing you’re going to get from doing that is his muck all over your hands—"

[b-laire]

The unknown voice was yet another sign of human life, other than the obvious number corpses surrounding them. She turned to face him, his curious expression causing her to arch a brow, just as he was doing.

"You can n-never be too sure. If I c-can find a switchblade on a walker, there's g-got to be other things." Without another word, she returned to her previous job. Turning the body on an angle, she began her search once again. Even if there was nothing of serious value, she could use the cloth of their clothes as rags to clean wounds. Once she cleaned the cloth itself, of course. 

[hannahayy-blog]

Hannah walked up behind the redhead and practically screeched at the sight of all the blood. She used to be fine with blood until the zombies. The sight of blood now just gave her all these bad memories of seeing all the dead bodies of people she used to call her friends. “I…Oh my god,” Hannah said, queasily. She lost her balance, and fell to the floor, sure she was about to pass out.

[b-laire]

The girls weak voice was a shock, almost causing Blaire to lash out in fear, but the expression upon her face and the sudden lack of balance she possessed was even more worrisome. As if on instinct, she ran over to the girl, hastily wiping her hands free of the blood and crouching down to support the girls head atop her leg.

"Hey, c'mon, d-don't pass out on me. Can you hear me?" While her voice was calm, her arms were shaky as she searched for any sign of serious injury against the girls skin.

"If you can hear me, what's your name? I'm Blaire. Neurotic n-nurse with too many emotions to h-handle." 

[nopppee1]

“Good.” Jessica muttered as she visually confirmed she definitely wasn’t bitten. “Look don’t worry about it. Let’s just get you inside. You need to rest. Decisions can be made later.” She nodded, taking her arm as she helped her walk back towards the fire exit. “Wait you’re a medic?” Jessica questioned, helping her through the door before turning back to secure the exit. She sighed as the girl continued on about getting out of the way once she was better. “Look, I don’t know who you are or where you’ve come from, but either way you are going to eat sleep and rest up, and you’re not leaving till you do so.” She retorted, giving the girl a stern look as they made their way into the mall. Jessica didn’t know why she was so intent on helping the exhausted young women, but she did know it was the right thing to do. Her father would have done the same. “No one’s going to tell you to leave and if anyone says otherwise then I they can deal with me.” She muttered leading her over to one of the makeshift beds upon the floor with in the old department store.

[b-laire]

The kindness shown by the complete stranger was something she was definitely not used to. Most people would shoot, others would throw empty threats and if she were lucky, they'd allow her to stay for a night. Allowing herself to rest against another was so unknown, she'd be pushing herself to her absolute limit and this.. This was her small hope. Not everyone was out for blood. Maybe she found what she was looking for in a world so lost.

"Yeah.. I was just a y-year or so away from getting my PhD in molecular genetics and c-cell biology-- But, that m-means nothing now, obviously." The lighthearted tone pasing her lips most certainly didn't match the grief stricken expression upon her face.

"Thank y-you, so much." A shaky voice was all she could muster as the girl was led to a makeshift bed, the soft surface offering exactly what she needed. It was heaven. "What's y-your name? I'm Blaire." 

[stfuabi]

After spending most of the day relaxing — or, relaxing as much as you could in a mall in the middle of an apocalypse — Connor was finally wandering around, mostly minding his own business and humming a random tune to himself — until, of course, he spotted a redhead. Glancing around to check if there was anyone around, any walkers, perhaps someone from his group — who he was still quite unfamiliar with — but there was nobody, and so with a hand lingering by his gun, he watched the girl, carefully. “You might wanna wash those,” Connor spoke, voice hoarse as he nodded towards her blood-stained hands.

[b-laire]

Once again, Blaire had allowed herself to become consumed by her thoughts. What if there were others? What if she wasn’t crazy, and perhaps, others were just as scared as her? She felt silly, feeling so helpless when there were quite literally an abundance of corpses surrounding her, not a single living heartbeat. That was until she hear a gruff voice, and she silently cursed herself once again.

“I d-don’t see any running water, so.” She was blunt, the fact that his hand was hovering above his gun and hers were covered in the sickly substance she had come to loathe.

“I’m not a threat— I’m not e-even a fighter, I just need a place to rest. I’ll be gone by morning.”

[okay-lana-deactivated20140520]

Elana had spent the day perched on one of the shop awnings, figuring it’d be a nice place to stay safe from the undead and it would give her the satisfaction of people-watching. She enjoyed taking in her surroundings, and when she noticed a red-head slay a walker pretty effortlessly, it caught her attention. After waiting a moment, Lana hopped down onto her feet and stepped forward. “Nice kill,” She offered the girl a smile and gestured to the corpse at their feet.

[b-laire]

Was she tired? You bet. Her demeanour towards the undead had shifted slightly, her carelessness resulting in yet another mercy kill. It was tiresome, but she needed to find something, anything, and it would calm the pounding anxiety within her mind. The sound of light footsteps caused her to turn around, the glint of her blade shimmering in all of its bloody glory as she inched a few steps away from the fellow straggler. “Thanks. Nice, u-uh… hiding place?”

[wtvrcamden-deactivated20140729]

"He’s not going to respond, you know," Kate stated the obvious with a flick of her wrist as she slid a torn handkerchief out of her back pocket and held it out to the girl. "But then again, I don’t know. You didn’t exactly shoot him in the head so he might get back up any second and make a mad dash for you. Can’t be too sure with these sorts of things," the girl continued on, drawing her gun from her back waistband and firing a bullet into the corpse— dead between the eyes. "Now we’re sure. Listen, always finish the job if you plan on living much longer. You really can’t half-ass it."

[b-laire]

"Uh… t-thank you, really," Hushed tones broke the silence as she took the handkerchief, wiping her hands clean to the best of her ability.

"I don’t exactly h-have a gun—," The sound of bullet meeting decaying flesh ceased her to stop, her breath hitching within her throat. If she made one wrong move, that could possibly be her fate. A bullet between the eyes.

"I know, I k-know. Always double t-tap, or whatever. I’ll be s-sure to do it next time. Promise." If it were a different scenario, perhaps a chuckle would follow, but the best she could offer was a meek smile, tucking the now stained handkerchief into her pocket. If she were to stay around, she’d be sure to at least try and clean it.

"I’m Blaire." 

[woahfitblr-deactivated20140710]

Piper was on a run for food when she came across a small redhead. She was searching a dead corpse and so Piper thought to go and talk to her. Pulling her knife out just to be cautious, tapping the redheads shoulder. “Um what exactly are you doing?” She asked curiously as she held her knife by her side.

[b-laire]

She should have been paying more attention. The girl almost jumped out of her skin as the stranger spoke, their touch causing her to drop the switchblade within her shaky fingers.

“You d-don’t just do that!” Her voice was shrill as she retrieved her weapon, placing some distance between her and the other girl. Hazel eyes met brown as Blaire held the knife in a similar stance, her own instinct kicking in as she she wiped her free hand clean of blood.

“I was trying to see if any of the c-corpses had anything left on them. Other than d-decaying flesh, of course.”

[emilyjean-stone]

[b-laire]

"I'll just--," She paused, retracting her hand from the now dead walker, her hands already stained with the blood she had become so used to. "Yeah. I'll l-leave you there." Her tone was hushed, and she knelt down to retrieve what she could from the decaying corpses. It was never much, hell, some days all she would walk out with was more blood on her hands and a guilty conscience that could shake the best of people, but it was how survived. And right now, that's all she cared about.   

[nopppee1]

She wasn’t really supposed to be out here. But she knew a full perimeter check couldn’t be completed from the inside, so taking it upon herself she carefully unchained one of the many fire exits, and made her way silently into the bright afternoon glare. Checking behind her she loaded her bow and began to make her way around the building, checking the various entry’s for any weaknesses. Hearing footsteps approaching from up ahead, the fiery brunette tightened her grip on her bow, readying herself for action. But, as she rounded the corner, she noticed a clearly exhausted young woman and not a walker, heading her way. Jessica quickened her pace, pushing herself to a jog as she made her way over to her. As she reached her, her gaze immediately flickered over the girl’s body, searching for any sign of a bite. As much as she strived to protect people she, valued her life and her groups life before all else and she wasn’t stupid by any means. “Have you been bit?” She questioned; her tone stern as she reached out to steady the weakened women.

[b-laire]

Her eyes traced her surroundings, it was a fairly secluded area, the signs of rampant scavengers obvious in the discarded piles of debris. Directing her focus back to the accompanying girl, who seemed more than willing to help steady the ginger, a ghost of a smile gracing her lips as appreciation of the small, but meaningful gesture.  "I'm not bitten. I'm not dying, I'm just--," She paused, a wave of nausea washing over her frail frame and causing her to wince slightly, her palms immediately rubbing the temples of her throbbing head. "I'm j-just tired. I won't touch anything, I promise. Just l-let me have a rest, please." Her voice was laced with a desperation that many had come to know, whether it be from personal experiences or mere observations. Everyone was desperate for something, whether it be safety or bloodshed, the worst was often brought out by these desires. "I'll mend myself, and if a-any body else needs medical assistance. I'll be on my way afterwards, I p-promise."

[b-laire]

It was surreal. Pushing herself day after day had detrimental to her well-being, she of all people would know the effects of exhaustion, having treated so many cases of it already. She needed safety, or whatever this run down city could offer to the petite redhead, she would greedily take it. It was all but a memory to her nowadays, but once every so often, she would reminisce on the easier days of her existence. Who knew she could possibly miss working towards her PhD? Her trip down memory lane had been cut short, as she almost immediately went into panic mode upon hearing the sound of footsteps, only for it to be yet another stranger. Living, of course, but still an obvious threat.

"I'm just trying to find shelter," her voice was weak, only just lifting her gaze to the person. "I'll be out of your way in no time, I s-swear."

[emmaestone]