i'll greet death like an old friend

t r i s t i a n s h a w . twenty four. georgia peach. survivor. independent twd oc rp. m!a: none. #baixalua.

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[baixalua]

i need to stop logging on so late, bc hardly anybody's here. like this for a starter? i'll come to you for plot ideas if i can't think of anything.

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    Strong hands work away with great effort at scrubbing off patches of dirt, grime and walker blood from his crossbow. Brows are furrowing in deep concentration, lips pursing into a thin white line. He’s thinking too much — about his place in this damn group.

            “Why’s it always gotta be me doin’ most a’ the fuckin’ combat shit. It ain’t my damn responsibility t’ get killed for no one.”

    Such thoughts are only present due to a close call he’d just had with a walker. Almost got himself bit, but he’s a smart guy. He knows how to escape situations like that. By turning their brains to mush.

[baixalua]

      { her own pair of dainty, olive toned palms were striving to pick out a stain from one of her last remaining shirts in decent condition. though it was useless, tristian wasn't quite ready to board the quittin' train just yet. 

            doe eyes lifted to the man sitting a little ways before her when he spoke ;

      ----- it was just the two of them by the buckets of water meant for washing clothes. there wasn't anybody else around, but she found it to be plain and clear that he wasn't addressing her. must've talking to himself, if anything. 

      and for that reason, she held her tongue -------- momentarily. yet after a minute or two passed, in which the young woman began folding her small batch of laundry, she averted her attention back to him. tristian was a lot of things. known for minding her business? that wasn't one of them. }

                              ❝Well, uh. I s'pose it's 'cause you're a good shot.❞

                    { she'd noticed the crossbow long before he'd made a peep. }

         ❝And I don't reckon anybody's forcin' your hand ;

                ---- y'can be the housewife if y'want to.❞

[baixalua]

coughs does anybody remember me. i'm coming back.