as one of the tailors, ethan had to be a little more available than he was before everything went to hell. people often had small fixes they needed done outside of protective gear, or with the frigid weather, they were wondering if he could combine articles to better combat the cold. did he mind it? not really. he was helping out the complex and doing his part to fit in. the only rule? if the makeshift sign on the door wasn't up, they either weren't around or weren't to be bothered. his introverted nature often got the better of him and he tired of people quickly— helping or not.
luckily for whoever's footfall he caught outside his door, the sign was up and ethan had enough social battery to deal with whatever it was they needed. "hello?" thank the creaky floorboards or they could've been legitimately jump scared. "you don't have to sneak around so much, you know," they called out before rising from their seat to go and meet them at the doorway and quickly smiling as he spotted them ( mostly because it wasn't something dangerous lurking after all, but a legitimate person ). "it's not much warmer in here than it is out there, but i can at least offer you a seat."
being quiet was distinctly in her nature now, the months that had gone by proving how necessary it was to something as basic as SURVIVAL, that which had only grown more complicated. grace usually snuck through the floors of the complex, not looking for monsters to kill, but not looking for humans, either. this time, however, was a little different in that she had been searching for someone. she was told he was the nicest tailor of the bunch ( on a good day ) and could help her with her lack of real winter clothing, whether it be sewing what she had together, or creating something new entirely. it didn't matter, but she needed the warmth and she came with options.
it wasn't in grace's nature to smile much these days, but she, so as not to be some kind of THREAT, flashed him a quick, insincere smile. " yeah, sorry, " she answered as she stepped inside, relieved to find that it was at least somewhat warmer. " are you ethan ? i heard you could help, " the supplier confessed, holding up the arm that held a folded over winter coat and hoodie. " i don't have sewing supplies or anything and i don't need anything fancy, but... " she left it hanging, a chance for him to tell her to leave -- to make an appointment or something.
OPEN TO everyone.
LOCATION some hallway of the complex.
hobbs took precaution in his analysis of those with trembling hands. the cold was inescapable at this point , but so was the infection. besides , he didn’t exactly know the whereabouts of everyone all the time , but he’d seen ENOUGH out there to tell the difference between early infection and someone who needed a jacket.
“ listen , you didn’t ask for any advice , but my suggestion ? ” tone remains unwavering at his approach , steady and calm before his gaze wanders in the slightest towards their surroundings. with a clear coast at hand , hobbs returns his attention to them before dropping to a lower volume when he speaks next. “ holland used to be a fuckin’ fabric fanatic. if you’re cold , her door’s not exactly gonna be locked all the time anymore. ” confirmation of the neighbor’s disappearance , not just inability to show up , comes through minor implications. she’d failed to show up at their latest meeting , even the morning before that , and it didn’t take a GENIUS to put two and two together.
grace felt the COLD rush over her skin like ice down the back of her shirt, hearing about the disappearance of a face she knew well enough to put a name to. holland. was she gone or was she dead ? did the distinction matter in times like these ? there was no contacting those far away the same way there was no contacting the dead ( unless, of course, one could consider " contact " the larger, blunt end of grace's bat and " the dead " as the once-human monsters that surrounded them all ). " dead or missing ? " grace finally asked, tone unwavering, with knowledge that the chances were slim hobbs knew the answer either. they could both guess.
the worst part was that grace was fucking FREEZING and regardless of the answer, if the woman wasn't coming back, she was conveniently around grace's size. with a guilty conscience, she might just raid a closet for a more winter-appropriate coat that wasn't in tatters or burned or even a pair of mittens, a beanie, earmuffs -- anything that might keep her warm.
it was nearing nightfall which was ever - the - more eerier, now that they were finally beginning to understand what was awaiting them. it was frustrating, to say the least. not having much skill to fight, let alone negotiate some harmony. alfie understood people were restless, but they were beginning to run short on water and food. the weather was getting colder, too. it wasn’t exactly an ideal living situation. let alone the fact they had a handful of children under their roof to take care of. it would be understandable for one to feel as though they were beginning to lose their mind.
alfie turns to the other, perhaps a face they had recognized during the meeting. ❝ i don’t know about you, man. i’m still waiting for someone to yell, ‘ cut ’ ! like i’m on a weird tlc reality show or something. ❞
for grace, surviving with little or on her own wasn't quite so new and so the awe of the apocalypse had worn off. it was unsurprising that her grief had been processed ( or at the very least, she had met anger and, after all, wasn't grief a linear process ? ) and others still denied, bargained, and all but accepted. it was her own LIE to herself that she was doing well, moving through this life the same as she had her last, but pressure always was her forte -- and keeping the water boiling without the high-pitched alarm of the w h i s t l e or a lid bursting open, was her specialty all the same. " i was never an extra or an actor on a tv show, " she replied, " so i guess i wouldn't know what that feels like. but i think i'd be angrier if this were some truman show situation. wouldn't you ? " there were too many scars to come out of this for it to all be a joke.
hi hello, this is GRACE CHAMBERS and under the read more is more about her.
GENERAL:
NAME: grace mary chambers.
NICKNAMES: gg.
AGE&DOB: 29, 7th july 1979.
WESTERN ZODIAC: cancer.
GENDER&PRONOUNS: undecided, she/any.
OCCUPATION: previously a nurse, currently a supplier.
ORIENTATIONS: demi-sexual, biromantic, monogamous.
HOMETOWN: boston, massachusetts.
RELIGION: agnostic.
AILMENTS: mild carpal tunnel.
PERSONALITY:
MBTI: INTP-T.
ALIGNMENT: neutral good.
LIKES: learning, personal possessions, privacy, close friends, most animals, nature, a blue sky, her journal, some seafood, adventure.
DISLIKES: most rude men, the lack of hair dye, heavy backpacks, the monsters, fedra, being controlled, cleaning, a lack of touch.
HOBBIES: ballet dancing, learning more in the medical field, reading.
ADJECTIVES: sarcastic, helpful, restless, resourceful, intense, adaptable.
FEDRA/SAVIORS: saviors.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: tried and true baseball bat.
PHYSICAL:
FACECLAIM: anya taylor-joy.
HAIR: red.
EYES: brown.
HEIGHT: 5′7″.
BUILD: slim, toned arms.
TATTOOS: a few.
PIERCINGS: ears (2).
OTHER: medium-sized burn scar on her forearm.
BIOGRAPHY:
grace was born in boston, to a family of three, making her the fourth: her dad, her mom, and her sister
she was too young to understand how their dad was abusive and how their mom was uncaring enough to raise her children the way she ought to, both parents too preoccupied in their faith and making sure their religion came first over everything
when grace was very young, her sister was old enough to take them both and run, get away from everything that held them both down; their mother fought for grace, but given the abusive nature of their father and almost neglectful nature of their mother, their mother fell short and conceded when faith fought back
and so, faith raised grace away from their parents and in a different part of boston, working two jobs at times and acting as grace’s single mother
grace didn’t realize it at the time, but the move and the distance from the people who stifled them both created a freedom in her soul: she began to get into different hobbies and subjects in school and began to grow into a more free personality
grace turned out to be much like her older sister, loyal and loving, and became a sarcastic but smart person, recognized for her talents but chastised for her rebellious nature. however, she never rebelled against faith; her sister gave her freedom within reasonable bounds and no resentment was ever created in a long-lasting way
as a teenager, grace was lost to a purpose but quickly found that ballet was something she enjoyed and would dance every day, always finding a free moment to practice
as she grew older, she knew it couldn’t possibly be a career for her as such a late bloomer and she began to look into medical school and all that it would cost
at age 18, she got her first job as a checker in a grocery store and vowed to save every penny in order to move out and make life easier for her sister; grace took this job at the same time she entered nursing school just out of high school, wanting to help but unwilling to do the years of schooling required to be a doctor ( school is something she dearly misses now )
soon, she was able to get her own place and because she had known almost nothing other than the love of her older sister, she found an apartment in the same complex, created a spare key, and stayed close
when the apocalypse came, the bombing changed her somewhat carefree demeanor and she knew there was no way her parents had survived it ( she would have liked to say goodbye at least one last time )
she knows she has to survive, but she despises fedra for their trigger-happy, destructive attitude and has some sympathy for those that were once human beings the same as her. grace wants to find a cure, desperately, and practices malicious compliance in order to get by
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