candice rivers

20 y/o, State Capitol, Hunter

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“I’m not used to snow,” Ravi said absentmindedly as he stared out the window. “I went to school on the East Coast so I should be but still…I’m an LA kid at heart. So this? This is just plain weird.” He turned to give the person next to him an awkward smile. “Though I guess weird is kind of relative nowadays.”

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Candice smiled softly at his familiar story, hers being quite similar yet opposite. She had grown up weathering the awfully annoying New York winter but had escaped to LA for college, but this blizzard was bringing her back to the days of building snowmen with her parents and sister. “I went East Coast, West.”

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rcspiras:

Marisol had seen the deer fall from afar, she was walking back to the home she had found when she saw it and just wanted to check that it was okay. She HATED seeing animals get killed near her and by all means she wanted to save the poor animal but as she grew closer she saw that it was too late.. “ I wasn’t trying to take it..” she spoke out as she heard the voice from afar, with the snow so high she even wondered WHY people would even kill animals at this time at night. “ I just wanted to check if it was hurt but.. yeah..”

“It’s not hurt, it’s dead.” She said shortly, getting to her knees to check the eyes of the animal to make sure. She saw the hurt on the other girl’s eyes, saw the distress scrawled across her face but Candice could not bring herself to find any sympathy in her. How things had changed. Before the apocalypse, she had been a vegan for three years of her life. The biggest shock was realizing she would die if she didn’t hunt, but she had to accept it and had to move on. This was how the world worked now. You had to kill to survive.

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jesvscastillo:

she had an attitude, leaving jesús to bite his tongue. of course there would be other survivors in the world.. it couldn’t just be them - could it? his own attitude softened once she offered him her bottle, bowing his head to gesture his thanks, reaching out to take the bottle. he took a few rationed ships, the water already making him feel miles better. he had been without it for a day or two - and jesús knew he was getting dangerously dehydrated. “gracias,” he handed the container back over, readjusting the rucksack he had. “are you not going back?”

“Take it.” She nodded, slipping the water bottle into his bag. From the looks of it, he needed it more than she did and besides, she had stashes of water bottles back at the cabin anyway. “I’m not going back.” She confirmed, scanning the trees just in case. “Rations are low and the camp needs food, so I’ll be out here until I bag some good game. If I can even find anything out here in this goddamn cold.”

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Pulling her Hoodie on top of her head, The Light skin girl placed her hands inside of her denim jacket pockets, As she walked with the strong wind hitting her face. She needed a walk, She liked long walks and she was the type to usually wander off. As, C.J  was walking, she kicked the few branches and pebbles that were in her way. She continued to walk the path, till she heard the sounds of groans, She rolled her eyes. It was sooner or later, That the walkers would find her or even sense her. She pulled out her arrow from her backpack and turned around, She had left her bow back at the camp. She jabbed the arrow into one of the walker’s skull, Before lifting her leg up to it’s chest and pulling the arrow out. More walkers were approaching, She snapped another walker’s head off. She felt a presence behind her, thinking it was another walker she immediately spun around and punched it in it’s face  Realizing it was a human she still went on top off the body holding a arrow to their throat. “Are you stupid? Do you wanna die… Don’t sneak up on me.”

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Candice’s eyes went wide as the woman jumped on top on her, but before answering her question, another walker had already crawled up behind her. She had no choice but to kick the woman off, planting the soles of her feet in the other’s gut, and to spring to her feet. She raised her gun quickly and shot three walkers in the head, before pulling the woman to her feet. “Talk later. Run now.” She said breathlessly, disappearing into the forest in the hope that the other would follow. After all, Candice did have a bone to pick with a lady who had just punched her in the fucking face while she was just trying to help.

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ragefilled:

    he laughs at the girl, watching as fear glossed over her eyes, despite the act she putting on. “ why didn’t you shoot first then? “ he asks, eyebrow raised in question, almost like he was taunting her. he had been like her before, scared but not weak enough to show it. he gave her props, but that wasn’t going to get her anywhere in this situation.

   he takes several steps back, pushing the barrel forward again and laying it down beside his belongings. he had spent days searching for a place to stay, if just for a few hours, she was crazy to think he would just give it up to her. he proceeded to walk over to the shower, despite the lack of curtain and cleanliness, it was working. he turned on the faucet, letting the water fall down. 

  he turns to her suddenly, pulling his shirt over his head. “ i’m not sure about you, but, “ he glances at the shower and back at her, “unless you plan on joining, you’re going to be here a while. “ her choice, he thinks. but either way, he wasn’t going to let up, no matter how hard she tried. “ don’t think you’re the only one who gets to enjoy nice things, beautiful. “

The smirk on her face dropped with his last word, being replaced by a sickeningly sweet smile, one used for all the men in her life that had called her beautiful as a means to belittle her before. Her father had taught her a lot more than just how to hold a gun and how to hide from walkers, and whoever this man presumed himself to be was soon going to learn that. “Okay. Alright.” She said pleasantly, the soft smile on her face not betraying any of the rage she felt inside. “I conceded. Take your shower, and you know what? You have a good day.” She was laying it on thick, she knew that for sure, but as she backed out of the room she couldn’t resist giving him a sarcastic curtsey.

And then she was running. Motherfucker thought he could take the one thing, the one. fucking. thing. she made for herself in this world. And on top of that, the goddamn condescension. Candice had never been good at hiding her emotions before the apocalypse but now? Well now she was a fucking pro. 

She skidded to a stop in front of the generator that was humming happily in the back of the house. She had scavenged the parts to fix it up, trial and error. And she knew just the right part to take out and slip into her back pocket to turn the damn thing off. 

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chcrmingkiller:

          ┅ ┆ ►     “Clearly you never watched Buffy then,” she said with a half quirked smile - watching with a careful gaze as the woman began to bag her prize; “and both. Preferably where you’re at now, I’m not big on backstories unless I have popcorn and it’s broadcasted in Dolby Surround Sound. Just making sure I don’t have to UP my body count for today…. you know, if you turn out to be a raider or just general murderous a pain in the ass.”

“I was more a That’s So Raven girl myself...” She replied, shrugging. “Not a raider, not generally murderous though I should ask you the same thing. I’m at the State Capitol now.” She got to her feet, wincing as she pulled on the string that she had tied the deer too, but with a pleased smile on her face. This was a good kill. People wouldn’t go hungry tonight.

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ragefilled:

     a smirk pulled at the corner of kian’s mouth, causing him to chuckle. his heart never skipped, his form never faltered. he wasn’t scared, especially not by her. he pulls back the hammer of the gun, to show that this was no bluff. when it was his life, he didn’t play around. survival of the fittest, and he would survive.

    “ doesn’t concern you, “ he says, taking a step closer. intimidation was a tactic he used often, “ not like you own this place. “ he laughs once more, never breaking their gaze. he considers laying off on the girl, not being so harsh. kian didn’t appreciate being threatened, so he stood his ground.

   “ and i’m pretty sure i found it the same way you did, “ he says, his voice lower, raspy, “ so don’t act like i came barging into your home or something.” 

Candice’s eyebrows raised in mock surprise when he pulled back the barrel of his gun, her lips parting into a mirthless smirk. “Oh your gun wasn’t cocked? Because mine has been.” Okay so she was scared now. The sound of the barrel clicking still made the hairs on the back of her neck raise, after all these months. But she could bluff, oh could Candice bluff. Two could play this game after all, a game of swagger and bravado. 

As he stepped closer every instinct in her was screaming to take a step back, perhaps take many steps all the way out the door but some selfish part in her was somehow willing to die for this space. How could that be? This was just a cabin. But when she had found it, she had fixed the generator and after months of living in filth and grime she had finally had a hot shower and it had been heaven. She got too stir-crazy living in the Capitol with all the people around all the time...Candice wasn’t giving this place up. “So do whatever you want, I don’t care. Just give me my shower back and put the stupid gun down.” It seemed almost casual, the way she said it. Casual, when her heart was racing and her neck was cold...

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phlegmctic:

He frightened her, certainly ( most people would be scared, too, and it was the intended effect ). She stumbled for the right words, the correct form of speech that would get her out of this ordeal unscathed. She could, of course, if she surrendered the prey and left without bothering him further. Nicholas, never one who was good with words, simply offered her a, “deer.” 

She sighed deeply, and then grimaced at him, shaking her head. “Seeeee, that’s the problem. I do that and people starve. It’s not happening.” She said steadily, levelling her gaze with his. Her eyes surely held some depth of fear, it was impossible not to be afraid with a gun in your face, but her hands held no waver. If he shot her, she would shoot him and they’d both be dead. He had to see the logic in that.

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jesvscastillo:

jesús sighed in relief, one step closer. he adjusted the belt which carried his wrench, empty water bottle and a small tool kit in case of emergencies. candice seemed nice enough, maybe a little wary but who wasn’t in this world? “thank you,” nodding his head towards her, before looking round them again (you always had to be on the look out, just in case). “though i doubt cheyenne is the safest place in the entire world, don’t get too comfortable.”

“Know of any other survivors out there that got a place like this? Because I don’t.” She said, dropping her bag and rummaging through it until she found her bottle of water. “Here.” She offered it to him, keeping her eyes on his hands to make sure he didn’t surprise her. “If you’re going to Cheyenne m’ sorry but I can’t take you. You’ll have to get there on your own, it’s ‘bout three miles thataway.”

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conflicticn:

What did Elliot Ricker know about the Kardashians? That they were a crowd of beautiful women with that very distinctive LA accent. And that one of them got famous off the back of a sex tape. Beyond that, she didn’t really know a thing. Names weren’t exactly her forte and that was especially true for people she didn’t care to know about. She took a few small steps forward to get a better look at the woman she was talking to and in truth she was glad she did. The woman standing in front of her was just gorgeous, no other word for it.  “Alright not-Kylie, what should I call you?” 

Candice flashed a tight smile, as the woman moved forwards, and imperceptibly shifted her weight so she would be ready to run (or fight) if needed. The other seemed nice enough, but looks were deceiving here in the apocalypse. “It’s Candice.” She replied, giving her another brilliant, sunny smile. 

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    it was like a gift from god. running water, supplies, food. though, it wasn’t much. kian found it a couple days before, after a week of being on foot. he didn’t strike luck very often when finding shelter, so he was taking advantage of this. despite the fact that it was almost completely run down, except for a couple of rooms, it was still a safe place to hide.

    he slips his shirt over his shoulders, dropping it to the floor. it had been weeks since he had the chance to take an actual shower, but that was normal for anyone. the smell was covered by the stench of rotting walkers in the air, so no one really minded or made a big deal about small things like that anymore. 

    kian is barely getting comfortable with the fact that he’s alone and things are going well before footsteps approach him. he doesn’t like being snuck up on, but he figures that applies to everyone. he reaches for the handgun lying beside his bag of supplies, pointing it at the intruder.

 “ back the fuck off, “ he yells out, “ or i’m aiming straight for your head. “

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It had been a few weeks since she had been back to this particular swath of the woods. It was more dangerous out here, more walkers, more murderous human scavengers, and she had even seen a few of the winter wolves prowling around. But she knew she had to come today. Ever since the world had ended crowds of people had made Candice nervous. On edge. Like something terrible was bound to happen (as it usually did). The way she survived in Cheyenne, with all the people around, especially at her camp which was the biggest was going away on the weekends. Or what she thought was the weekends. She would go on long hunts, sleep in old cabins in the woods, one of which happened to be this one.

It had become one of her favorites, even though it was invariably run over by walkers every few days, but as she crept into the house she knew something was different. Different was dangerous. Walkers laid on the floor of the cabin, their brains falling out of their cracked skulls. Someone had been in here, was still in here. She inched around the corner and as soon as the gun was pointed at her head, her's was up and out pointed at the stranger. “Who are you? How’d you find this place?” She asked accusatory, like the house was somehow hers. The gun pointed straight for her didn’t bother her like it would’ve before, she had been in one two many standoffs for this to be anything but a nuisance. She could almost hear her dad in her head scolding her for that thought. Guns aren’t a nuisance Candice, he would say. One bullet’s the difference between life or death. So she tightened up her form, became less lax. Dad always knew best.

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          FUCKING SNOWING. The hunter would have sworn under his breath were his teeth not chattering so violently he could hardly suck in a breath ( let alone form words ) as he curled his fingers around the dripping hem of the thin shirt clinging to his chest and yanked the drenched fabric over his head. OF FUCKING COURSE it would be snowing. That really would be his shit luck, wouldn’t it? At least he’d had enough of a fragment of foresight to think of ditching his shit BEFORE he took the plunge into the frigid lake, throwing his duffel bag into a nearby cluster of overgrown shrubs on his SPRINT to the water’s edge before diving in. ( He couldn’t afford any hesitation, not then; the head start he’d gotten on the raiders gave him a cushion of little more than thirty, maybe forty seconds to get the hell out of dodge — or at very least, out of the line of sight of the bastards trying to CHASE him down — before he could officially consider himself a dead man. )  

          The lake was an obvious choice. Who in their right mind would jump into an outdoor body of water in the middle of fucking JANUARY? And, even if by some shoddy grace of God any of the dumb fuckin’ bastards after him put together where he’d chosen to hide, he knew DAMN well none of them would be following him in. Not now, not when the water was so GODDAMN COLD  it burned his skin like it had been doused in acid. He’d been right — thank fuck — but the fact that he’d not been caught and gutted by a band of thieves with morals even more questionable than his own did NOTHING for the fact that his WHOLE body ached from the cold now that he’d managed to climb out, his breath tumbling in misty clouds from faintly discolored lips as Elijah stripped himself of his sopping clothes before they could leach any more of his body heat. ( No clothes was better than wet clothes, at least until he could find his bag again and change. ) 

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What the fuck had she just been witness to. She couldn’t tell if it was a suicide or a hunt, but she got her answer as dangerous looking men ran out of the forest, searching presumably for the man who had just dove into the water. Dove into the below zero, kills you easier than a horde of zombies water. Jesus. When the men had jumped out, Candice had jumped up in a tree, hiding her stupidly bright orange shirt behind the crinkled leaves of the dead tree, but when they finally turned back in hope the man had gone a different direction, she made her way down the branches. From the minute her dirty sneakers touched the leaves on the forest floor, she was almost sprinting to the lake, breathless for sure, but not more breathless than the man who had dived surely to his death. 

But there he was--a flash of dangerously pale skin on the riverbank. Skidding to a stop in front of him, she wordlessly slip her jacket off, still trying to catch her breath. The first words that left her lips--”Holy fuck dude.”

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 behind  the  many  camps  of  cheyenne  was  a  strip  club,  or  for  the  politically  correct,  a  gentlemen’s  club.  he  discovered  the  neon  trap  about  a  few  months  before  he  joined  the  capitol.  he  kept  the  location  hidden  for  as  long  as  he  could,  knowing  he  deserved  to  keep  the  gold  mine  of  booze  to  himself  after  SLAYING  a  hoard  of  zombie  strippers.  he  thought  those  only  existed  in  shitty  b  horror  movies  netflix  ALWAYS  recommended  him  to  watch.  he  sipped  on  his  scotch  that  tasted  more  like  MELTED  plastic  then  anything  else.  he  was  a  recovering  addict.  but  he  assumed  ONE  DRINK  wouldn’t  hurt.  reluctantly  he  looked  behind  him.  then  once  more  when  he  actually  heard  footsteps  approach.  with  his  gun  sitting  quietly  beside  him  he  didn’t  reach  for  it.  ❝  i  ain’t  looking  for  a  fight.  ❞  he  spoke  while  placing  his  warm  glass  next  to  his  gun.   ❝  and  neither  are  you  so  put  away  your  weapon.  sit,  drink,  and  smile.  ❞

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She paused for a second behind him, considering her options. Candice wasn’t exactly the type of person to shoot a person square in the back, she wasn’t the type to shoot someone at all. But for all she knew it could be a trap...no. No way was this a trap. She had happened on this place by chance tracking a deer and it looked totally abandoned, save for the lone man sitting at the bar. Fine. A drink wouldn’t hurt anyone. Hopefully. She dropped her gun on the table, wincing as some unidentified piece inside of it rattled ominously. So maybe placing it on the counter would’ve been better Candice. Jumping on the barstool, and then over the counter, Candice ran her fingers over the bottles stacked on the shelves before choosing a bottle of rum and pouring it into a dusty glass. “Whatcha drinking sailor?” She asked, almost cracking a smile.

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ofmatriarchs:

 she  refused  to  raise  her  hands  in  surrender,  but  rather  keep  her  gun  in  the  palm  of  her  hand.  AIMED  directly  at  the  surface  beneath  them.  the  land  the  two  occupied  was  BLOOMING  with  vegetables  and  fruits  that  grow  beautifully  in  the  winter  season.  her  basket  was  OVERWHELMED  with  spinach,  oranges,  and  sweet  potatoes  —  her  object  of  DESIRE  wasn’t  the  crimson  stained  deer  carcass  only  inches  away  from  her  grasp  but  the  pomegranate  tree  that  was  behind  it.  she  hopped  over  the  animal  and  approached  the  tree.  her  arm  REACHED  to  the  red  hued  fruit.  ❝  it’s  yours.  ❞  she  responded  while  PLUCKING  the  large  fruit  from  the  tree.   ❝  hunting  is  my  LEAST  favorite  thing  to  do.  i  have  people  who  do  that  for  me.  ❞  she  joked  while  placing  the  fruit  into  her  basket.

Confused, Candice turned her head to look at the big blooming tree, practically bursting with the large fruits. She had never quite liked pomegranates but perhaps someone back at camp would appreciate them, so she plucked two from the tree and dropped them in her bag, before dropping down to the ground. “Hunting is what keeps the food on the table.”

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jesvscastillo:

jesús stood up straight, stretching his arms in a effort to make him look less fragile. the dark rings round his eyes didn’t help, but he should try. acting weak was one of the worst things you could do. she didn’t seem like an enemy, but jesús slipped his weapon away into a pocket, putting his hand up to show off his empty hands. “my name is jesús, i just need to know my location,” he looked around them again, ears on the look out for any movement beyond the trees. “i just need a point in the right direction,” mumbling out of exhaustion. 

Candice tilted her head, surveying him quietly. A traveller, all alone against the horrors of this new world. She had been in the position before. Running, terrified from everything the apocalypse had in store. But there was nowhere to run, no truly safe haven. Until Cheyenne. “You’re in Cheyenne, Wyoming. Maybe the last safe place in the entire world Congratulations.”

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conflicticn:

“Easy, I’m backing off.” Elliot said with her hands raised as she turned herself around to find the source of the voice talking to her. “The deer just fell down out of nowhere, thought karma was doing me a favor.” Apparently not. Every time the world seemed to offer her something, the barre of a gun did seem to be involved one way or another. “Do I get to go now, Kardashian number five?” 

Candice’s face scrunched up at the insult--was it an insult? The Kardashians had been moguls of the media industry, trailblazers in their field...yeah no it was definitely an insult. Just one she didn’t exactly understand. “Kardashian number five? The fifth Kardashian was Kylie, not me.” She said, rolling her eyes.

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chcrmingkiller:

           ┅ ┆ ►    “Sometimes,” Charming said as she pulled the soiled rag from her back pocket and wiped the gore from her blade, “depends on the mood.   THAT fucker,” she nodded at the crumpled corpse, “ - we had some beef that needed to be dealt with.”  She tossed the rag onto the corpse and slipped her axe back into it’s holster.     Charming raised a slender eyebrow and looked at the curly haired AWESTRUCK woman; “what? you never saw someone cut a walker in half?   Maybe you haven’t lived.”

         “Where are you from anyway?”

"I’ve never seen someone that looks like you cut a walker in half...” Candice mumbled, stabbing her hunting knife tip-first into the soft dirt and pulling out a piece of twine from her pocket to tie the deer up. She worked quickly, as the dead deer would soon attract more of the dead to the site in no time. “Where am I from as in before this shit show or at the moment?”