Brendon Negrescu

The only person I can count on is me.

[gracexnfire-blog]

“Danger? Please. People like me thrive on danger… though.. I’m sure that you would just happen to be one of those people yourself.” Teeth biting down lightly on her lower lip, she grinned through it as he pulled her closer to him, her slender body moving easily up against him. “I guess that would depend what you have in mind handsome…” Eyes turning from his face, back to the body the rest behind him, before sliding back to his face as she dusted her lips over his own without actually pressing them together. “More games like the one I interrupted?”

[brendonnegrescu]

Wrapping one arm around her back, Brendon pulled her roughly forward, closing any gap that had existed between the two of them.  “You find me more victims and we can play all the games you want.” His patience was thin and his patience when being teased was even thinner. He leaned down pressing his lips against her’s, his tongue snaking it’s way into her mouth without waiting for approval.

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PLACE IN SOCIETY

financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty.

medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged.

class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure.

education: qualified / unqualified / studying.

criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no.

FAMILY

married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated.

has a child or children / has no children / wants children.  

close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased.

orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s).

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded  / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between 

loyal / disloyal / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown.

BELIEFS:

monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic.

belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in aliens: yes  / no / don’t know / don’t care.

religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious.

philosophical: yes / no.

OPINIONS

pro-choice / anti-abortion /  doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-marriage / anti-marriage / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-death penalty / anti-death penalty  / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-drug legislation / anti-drug legislation / doesn’t know or on the fence.

left wing / right wing / middle / doesn’t know or on the fence.

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual.

sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable.

romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable.

sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious.

potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. 

other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

medicinal drugs: never / sometimes  / frequently / to excess. 

indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. 

splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

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[brendonnegrescu]

'texts from last night' starters

[MSG]: His birthday is on Valentines Day, of course he's getting a blowjob.

[MSG]: Where are you and why are you fighting with a bird?

[MSG]: Apparently my thong was thrown in the cornfield last night. No one will tell me why.

[MSG]: He understood my need for pizza was more important than my need for sex. He's the one.

[MSG]: YOU IS KIND. YOU IS SMART. YOU IS IMPORTANT. YOU IS CLEANING YOUR OWN VOMIT.

[MSG]: So you don't take a regular pic with her, but you take a selfie with her ass. Interesting...

[MSG]: The only reason I have clothes in my overnight bag is to cover up my sex toys.

[MSG]: Nothing says "happy birthday" like a negative pregnancy test.

[MSG]: Do me a solid and hit me with your car.

[MSG]: The night went downhill when he lit her purse on fire and tried putting it out with vodka.

[MSG]: As the bouncer was escorting you out, you yelled "keep your filthy dick beaters off me!"

[MSG]: I don't think problem is the right word. Problems arent something you enjoy. Life would be too boring without gambling.

[MSG]: I don't call her my roommate, that's too cordial. I prefer to refer to her as the whore that was assigned to live with me.

[MSG]: Why does every poor decision I make end up with over 1000 likes on YouTube?

[MSG]: Oh boy I hope we come out of this alive. And with clean prison records.

[MSG]: How do you politely bring up someone's criminal record?

[MSG]: I just literally had a dance party in my closet. I've never been this blazed.

[MSG]: She kept calling herself DJ McDonalds and said she wanted to make some Egg McMusic.

[MSG]: My dad just called from upstairs on the house phone to tell me to bring him a beer. You tell me how I am.

[MSG]: Okay, just don't go to jail. I saw your account balance. It can't take that.

[MSG]: At what point did you actually think that you could throw knives safely?

[MSG]: I'm wayyy too drunk to be in a parade right now.

[MSG]: You would be so proud at how green we're being. Re-using last night's jello shot containers.. saving the world one step at a time.

[MSG]: Nothing kills the mood quicker than kneeing him in the face during sex.

[unwcntedd-blog]

Salem wasn’t a person who cared for much; there was little that made him feel some type of emotion. He was in a constant state of neutralness ( which, he was sure irritated some people ) every other emotion he felt, it would feel subdued. No – he didn’t receive feelings in all of their entirety, however, when he saw the survivors hand reach for his dog Marea, he felt a sudden urge of protectiveness. “Don’t touch my dog – not with those grubby hands.” 

[brendonnegrescu]

Brendon rolled his eyes and proceeded to pet the dog anyway. “Animals have minds’ of their own. It’s not up to the handler if they get petted or not. Besides, dogs know when they’ve found a dog lover.” He whistled over his shoulder and waited as Flocon, his german shepherd, came walking around the corner. As she caught sight of the other man her hair immediately raised and she became defensive. “Flocon, Au pied. Coucher.” Immediately she lowered herself to the ground and calmed down. “Sorry about that, she not a huge fan of strangers.”

[petales]

MYTHOLOGY MOODBOARDS:   hades.

on a ferrous throne of obsidian bone, he awaits the river of sanguine to flow in another dead soul. he dwells the underworld with apathy’s rust, feeds the mind pomegranate and pride.

[brendonnegrescu]

( hellstate task )        “made you a mixtape.”

black: the color of my heart on its brightest days.

[cosancstraarchive]

( @brendonnegrescu )

She’s getting better at it — REMEMBERING. In the past week or so, Rory goes to sleep with a sigh of relief knowing that the doors and the windows are properly locked. Rationing her food makes its way into her everyday routines and she’s working on eating ( it’s slow, painful and always filled with the familiar yet disgusting taste of acid in her throat ), but she’s getting better at it. So much so that she’s taken a step further —- Rory jokes that sometimes, her memory works like a certain blue tang fish and addresses ( sans the numbers; the numbers seem to be the only ones that stick ) become a blur. Today, though … she’s trying something new. 

Gideon isn’t so far away, that is something she’s sure of. The neighbourhood she’s staying in is relatively close and unlike most days, her walk to his place doesn’t last a whole afternoon. Rory isn’t sure if he’s expecting her today but her feet trudges on, palms nearly as sweaty as they were that time she had to prove they weren’t to some other survivor ( who oddly reminded her of Gideon in some ways too ). It’s no wonder her hand almost slips when she knocks on his door but thank god, if there’s one thing she’s particularly very semi-good at now is remembering to be happy — she can take whatever obnoxious greeting she’s about to get this time and with a smile like that? Her voice almost has a lilting tone to it as she says, “If you open the door, I swear I won’t run up and hug you like I said I would a long time ago! And I promise I won’t call you a shit-eating piece of human litter either.” Rory is prepared to give him an equally vile and well-thought out response anyways, she’s sure of it. 

[brendonnegrescu]

Brendon had started out today intending to do something but honestly he hadn’t even found the motivation to move off the couch yet. Gideon had been gone for a day or so and things got so dull when he was gone. With a groan he rolled off the couch and went to the kitchen and sat down at the dining room table. He spread out a bag of supplies and started tying a few snares and testing some traps so that he could take them out later and set them. 

He finally had a rhythm going on his work when he heard a knock at the door. It couldn’t be Gideon, he never knocked. If it were another survivor planning to search the house they wouldn’t knock either. To be honest this knock was the most confusing thing that had happened to him during the entire apocalypse ( mostly because he was really confused as to WHO would be knocking ). He crept over to the door his gun held out in front of him prepared to shoot if need be.

Just as he was about to open the door a voice called from the other side. He couldn’t help but laugh at what the girl said. So he swung the door open and responded, “Hi, I’m assuming you’re looking for my shit-eating piece of human litter friend, Gideon. Sadly, he’s not here, but you’re welcome to come in and wait for him if you want.” Even though he wasn’t actually sure when Gideon would return.

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[brendonnegrescu]

Wicked Games

[roguedevereaux-blog]

Gideon chose to look away as the girl died. Funny he should think of it like that, as if what had happened was entirely without outside influences. ‘The girl died’ not ‘Brendon killed her’ or ‘she had a knife shoved into her grey matter’. He supposed it was just easier to think of it that way.

But then, Brendon was invading the personal space he’d been invited into, and Gideon had to work hard to steady his own breathing. That is, until he pressed his mouth against the other man’s and oxygen became the last thing on his mind. No, there were other pressing matters he needed to attend to, including but not limited to the hips pressed against his in such an enticing way, or the sharp taste of blood now on his tongue.

Pulling away for a moment, he nodded, as if the kiss wasn’t an obvious enough agreement. “Here is fine. And my plan is to do whatever you wish.”

[brendonnegrescu]

Brendon loved the way Gideon’s breath always hitched as soon as he was close enough to touch. He could feel the other man’s heart pounding in his chest, though he couldn’t decipher the difference between his own heart beats and Gideon’s. It was as if for a moment as their lips pressed together, their hearts were racing to see who could go the fastest before giving out. 

He took a deep breath when Gideon pulled back. It was probably going to be one of the few times they pulled apart completely for the rest of the night. “Whatever I wish. You may regret that as the night continues.”

Walking backwards (and stepping over bodies), he pulled his companion with him into the living room next door to the room they had been in. He pushed Gideon down onto the couch, wasting no time to climb into the other man’s lap. He pulled his own shirt off before leaning forward and pressing into Gideon. “I’m gonna let you choose where we start.”

[kinsley-marie-blog]

Kinsley was a child, she didn’t understand what was happening. She didn’t know that she was an easy target for a psychopath, or that there were even actually psychopaths in the world. Along with being a child and seeing the innocence of things, she didn’t understand why he was asking how to get her blood pumping again. Her anxiety was peaked, she could barely breath, and her vision was going fuzzy around the edges. Yet, here he was, playing with her like a cat plays with a mouse before it drags it home by it’s small intestines.

 The tears still streamed down her tanned and dirty face, her fingers ripping at the dirt under her until her little elbows gave out on her. She was in pain, it ached deep into all of her bones, and she just couldn’t handle it anymore. 

But he caught up to her with ease, squatting down beside her while she lay in the dirt of the forest floor. After looking back up at him, she knew she’d never, ever, forget the look in those cold blue eyes. She knew they’d be the last thing she saw before she died, it was just a matter of time. As his hands trailed up and down her leg, having a stranger touch her was more than uncomfortable but then to turn around and have the anxiety of the bullet wound on top of it. The loud throbbing of her heart beat in her ears was more than enough to drowned out his false coos. 

And then he did it, he shoved his fingers, two this time, deep into her skin once again, forcing her to let out a loud, blood curling scream. Heat shot through her veins and her vision grew more black by the second. The warm red liquid shot in heavy pools down her leg and faded into the leafy floor that was quickly becoming her death bed. Kinsley had collapsed and she knew that there wasn’t any getting up from this. 

“Leave me alone..” she whispered, barely having the energy to speak. Soft and shaky, she still tried her best to sound as though she was tough, but it didn’t take a detective to figure out she was defeated. 

[brendonnegrescu]

The undead were growing closer and closer by the minute. He was going to wait longer to deal with them but now he wasn’t so sure he wanted to stick around. However, he didn’t want to let his new friend escape alive.

“So dear, you asked me to leave you alone but judging by the sounds of those infected people you attracted by screaming, killing you would probably be a mercy. After all if they get you, you’ll beyond wish you were dead. They’ll pull you open piece by piece, starting here.” He pressed the end of his blade into her uninjured leg, just above the ankle causing a fresh wound, though not a deep one.

“They’ll slowly work their way up, tearing your flesh from the bone one chunk at a time. When they move on from your limbs they’ll start for your organs.” He dragged the blade across her torso leaving a fairly large cut in the blade’s trail. He watched with satisfaction as fresh blood started slowly oozing from the injury. “Do you know where they go after that?” He pressed the point of the blade up against her chin preparing to deliver the final blow.

At that moment he caught sight of the first walker, several dozen yards away. He had time to kill her, but why would he? “I could kill you, but I won’t. You’re not worth the effort it would take to plunge this knife into your skull.” He stood, smirking down at her. “I would tell you to never forget me, but I have a feeling the undead are about to eat the memory from you so it doesn’t matter.”

“Good luck surviving in your last few moments darling.” He winked at her before turning and running off into the woods, the opposite direction of the undead.

[brendonnegrescu]

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[brendonnegrescu]

Wicked Games

[roguedevereaux-blog]

He probably shouldn’t be feeling such sinful things as he watched Brendon become absolutely covered in blood. Oh how he longed to taste the man’s lips as his own sort of twisted communion. Though, that was a privilege he was allowed, despite their lack of label for the strange companionship they’d rekindled. However, he’d have to wait until they were done, and he really didn’t feel like prolonging things.

So, with his own knife’s tip pressed against the husband/father’s chest, ready to be plunged in, he glanced in Brendon’s direction again before sheathing the knife within the man’s ribcage. “Supplies or no supplies, finish up the girl and let’s go home. I’ve got plans for you that don’t require an audience.” Sure, maybe he’d stopped the fun before they’d even really gotten started. The husband/father could have withstood many hours of delicious pain, he was sure, but as the man sputtered, drowning in his own blood before drawing his last. wet breath, Gideon regretted none of his actions. 

[brendonnegrescu]

The girl let out an ear drum shattering scream as her father’s dead body fell to the floor. “How does it feel to be an orphan darling? Is it as bad as I remember it being?” Brendon said teasingly to the small child. He pulled up the bottom of the girl’s shirt to wipe most the blood off his face. “Sorry about this, but I have more important things to tend to other than your suffering.” he slid his knife quickly up through the girl’s chin and up into her brain. It was his preferred method to kill children given that an adult’s head was usually too large for the move to work properly.

“I was quite enjoying our time with this lovely family, but since you made me cut that short we are going to compromise.” He stood from where he’d be bent beside the girl and walked over to Gideon, immediately grabbing the other man and pulling him as close as possible. “Your plans can happen here. I don’t feel like waiting until we get home.”

[gracexnfire-blog]

“Oooh, I love a man of action.” Grinning to herself as her attention immediately turned back to the man in front of her after watching his victim go limp behind him. Even as he stepped closer she didn’t flinch, her eyes locked onto his face as she instead took a step into him as well. “Gotta go where the action is. Besides, looks like it’s good I came here… there’s obvious perks to this place.” And her gaze said that it was him. He was every bit as dangerous as she was and she couldn’t help but be drawn in. Oh the possibilities.

[brendonnegrescu]

"If you want all the action and the perks you have to be willing to meddle with a little danger. Though I suspect you aren't one to shy from a challenge." He said with a smirk. “So what do you say, Sweetheart? Wanna play with danger for a while?” He lifted a hand and gently rested it on her hip, pulling her closer to him. It had been a while since he’d met someone who could keep up with his cruelty level and she seemed to be keeping up surprisingly well. 

[gracexnfire-blog]

“Really?” And sexy as fuck, something that Grace greatly appreciated in people. Brow raising as he shot the man once more, the corner of her mouth turned up into an interested smirk, not a hint of intimidation of him in her face or her stance. “Me? You can call me Fairground. Former stripper, current queen of Paradise.” Grinning, she came a little closer, a soft, slender hand pushing his arms around as her eyes travelled freely over him again. “Gunna finish the job… or did you find something better to capture your attention?” Of course she meant herself. 

[brendonnegrescu]

"Consider the job finished," he twisted around to send one final bullet into the man's skull, watching as he crumpled onto the ground. "Now you have my undivided attention, Fairground." He said as he turned back to face her, stepping inside her personal space. “So, how does a woman as beautiful as you end up in a mundane town like this?” Though of course he had ended up here too, as many others had so it was mostly just a filler question.

[brendonnegrescu]

kinsley-marie:

Even though almost all social aspects and morals she had been taught growing up – from talking to strangers to not breaking into people’s homes – were now thrown to the wind, something told her that it still wasn’t acceptable to murder someone in cold blood. Despite her racing heart, she still attempted to crawl away, but most of her mindset was focused on the firey pain that shot through her entire leg. There was too much going on for her to focus on one thing – the only thing she knew was that her backpack had her gun, her gun was out of reach, she wanted to chop her leg off, and who ever this was grilling her was a very cruel man. 

Kinsley decided it was best to ignore his questions. Her sobs were quickly growing weak and she had learned that if she held her knee at a very specific angle and didn’t move it, the pain would slightly subside. It wasn’t a lot, but it was far enough down on the pain spectator that she felt comfortable moving her hands away from the wound. The only thing she could think of was I have to get out of here. 

That mantra repeated over and over in her head while memories flashed of the kind people she’d met– Elliot, Hunter, Sam, Christina, Alfie, Dom… They were all bigger than she was, stronger, faster and even though she was a good thirty minute hike from town she hoped with all her might that one of them would find her out here. While her heart beat throbbed in her head, the repetition of her survival intent and her racing memories, once again, Kinsley didn’t answer his question.

                           – I’ve gotta get out of here.

“I can’t have you calming down,” he said, a smirk growing on his face as he moved to squat next to her once more. “What shall we do to get your blood pumping again?” He ran his hand gently up and down her wounded leg in a way that would cause her no pain. He knew what a move like that did though. She would be anticipating it, terrified every time his fingers neared the bullet wound. He continued this movement for several moments, not once pausing the strokes. 

Without warning, he moved his hand from her ankle back up to the wound and shoved his thumb and pointer finger into the wound. He knew the pain he was causing and he relished every second of it. However, he did have a cause for this. He pulled his fingers out the bullet coming with them, her blood flowing heavier than it had been. “Sorry about that dear.” He flicked the bullet somewhere off into the undergrowth. As he stood back up he could hear the undead in the distance, but he pushed them from his mind, he would deal with them when he had no choice. “What would you like to do next sweetheart?”

[dompeletier]

“Personal details? Anything I need to know?” She asked, though it was mostly a joke.

[brendonnegrescu]

“Nothing scandalous so I don’t think you wanna know.” He said with a laugh.