.:⋄☆º⋰ ┊paracosm

"she was ENKINDELED in her own living fire. [ surrounded ] by coffee and orchids, she sat like a strange queen, almost supernatural in her glowing, smiling richness."

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derek. 

THROUGHOUT HIS WHOLE time during look out, NOTHING has happened. well, nothing exciting. this is what the people in the camp preferred, but contrary to popular belief, he enjoyed the opposite. yes, he wanted to keep the camp safe but what’s wrong with wishing some trouble would come nearby ? he’d prefer some action over dying of boredom. the very second his nearby surroundings made noise besides the mild wind coming from the west, he was quick to pull out his firearm. he aimed towards where he heard the sounds, ‘ who’s out there ? - i’ll shoot whether you’re a damn clicker or not ! ’ he threatened, not actually being serious. a few seconds of silence, he guessed they were afraid to come out. ‘ i’m kidding … ’ once they revealed who they were, the dark haired male lowered his gun from their direction with an extremely irritated expression aimed at them instead. ‘ why are you out here ? - not to mention disturbing my lovely time alone. ’

        one would think that cassandra would learn to not roam about the outside of the compounds, especially without a weapon -- but being trapped inside a poorly decorated ( and morbidly suffocating ) middle school was borderline e x h a u s t i n g, which is why she had allowed herself to be a tad more adventurous than usual. eyebrows raised as she heard a familiar voice call out from around the corner of a desolate building, her petite frame moving into his view with her hands up in faux defense. “easy, tiger. it’s just me.” she mused, it seemed as if they were a l w a y s running into each other like this; it was peculiar to say the least. “uh, to get some fresh air?” though, she intended only to inform him of why she was out there, her statement sounded more like an inquiry -- “lovely?” she questioed, one eyebrow quirking up; “yeah, you sure look like you were having a lovely time.”

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levi.

    he found himself laughing, not to be cruel, just revelling in someone being excited about anything. it was a rare thing, but a good one. he’d be careful not to be the one to kill that, especially if it’s h a r m l e s s . “you’re fine. it seems pretty important that you’re passionate. is that something to do with vitamin c…? don’t answer that, i know i’m wrong,” levi probably should have known more about plants and their uses. all he knew were basics; what was edible, what wasn’t, sometimes what would help with some wounds. if he couldn’t figure it out from looking at it or a few minutes of experimentation, he had no idea and he definitely couldn’t name them. if he were being fair to himself, considering his survival was entirely reliant on him moving around c o n s t a n t l y. he hadn’t died up to that point, he figured he’d done pretty well. levi shook himself from his thoughts. “you sure you should just be offering that out?” it was a joke, again, punctuated with the wry remnants of the laugh and crossed arms, looking from the tree to her.

        “no, no -- i mean, you’re not e n t i r e l y wrong.” the redhead replied, ethereal giggles expelling from her lips -- “it has a lot to do with vitamin c, yeah -- but there’s so much more to it. like flavanoids and phytonutrients and polyphenol gallic acid and, well, you get the point.” a sheepish laugh falls from her lips as she attempts to bite her tongue, she had a tendency to speak faster than she had time to think about what words were coming from her lips. “well, i mean, it’s not going to cure the infected or change the world or anything.” she laughed, in fact -- most of her camp couldn’t care less about the oils derived from the plants; most of them treating it as if it were some sort of witchcraft nonsense. if it were up to anyone else, the plants would be used strictly for food and water. “it’s just, i don’t know, nice to have.”

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what's your favourite season?

“spring. when everything is, you know, coming back to l i f e. perhaps it’s the universe foreshadowing, or maybe i’m just too hopeful.”

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if you could go back in time and save one person, who would it be?

“my mom.”

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What do you miss the most about the old world?

“christmas morning; gingerbread cookies and eggnog by the fire. i think most of all i miss my family all together and christmas is the fondest memory i have where everyone is just entirely content and h a p p y.”

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honesty hour 👀 anon or not I have to answer

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levi.

         he would admit to two things: wandering, and doing so without purpose. it wasn’t the first time he was in the former school, but with the community being open enough to allow willow creek and its scarce members visit, levi decided he needed to know what all the fuss was about. the garden was one of the biggest wonders ––– though everything she says as he stepped in is g r e e k to him. of all the experiences he’d gathered in life, he couldn’t say agriculture was ever one of them. still, he could appreciate a plant or two ; sustainable greenery and all that. levi understood he didn’t have to understand it to appreciate its role. “you k n o w i’m gonna have to take your word for that,” he remarked, gaze drifting from the plant to the girl. “other than that, making people rub… orange oil on their wounds would make for a really weird prank.”

        she nodded as he spoke up, her gaze fixing back unto the bitter orange tree; it was hard for her to believe that out of the scarce amount of human beings left on this planet, most of them  lacked the knowledge of just how m a j e s t i c mother nature continues to be; even after earth has been ravaged by desolate monsters. sure, being a warrior is important ( and all cassandra ever dreamed of being ) but making the most out of what life sources they had left was just as consequential. “i suppose you’re right.” she laughed, pushing a crimson lock behind her ear; “i have a spare bottle of some if you’d like it -- i's not o n l y an antiseptic, it also boosts immunity and alleviates anxiety, relaxes muscles --” she began, scrunching her nose up slightly once she realized just how much she was talking. “sorry, i get a little -- passionate when it comes to these plants.” she laughed, who could blame her though? finding something that brings ones soul to life these days was rare.

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melrose.

         melrose wasn’t in this for thanks , nor to look a certain way.  no , it was to keep what little of humanity they left alive.  last she’d heard , the infection had swept out over sixty percent of the population at first.  thirteen years passed since then , now she was sure it was more than eighty.  she was determined to keep the TWENTY percent of them left alive the way they were. alive.  their last hope at going back to the way things were.  a child’s dream she wasn’t going to be here to witness  …  but if she had something to do with the reconstruction of the old world , she would be okay with it.  her knife sheathed , she beckoned the girl away from the wall , voice ushered as she made a move towards the nearest stair case.  ❛  did it bite you  ?  ❜

        scarlet tresses bounce as she quickly moves beside the older female, eager orbs fixed attentively on her -- she had only ever d r e a m e d of being such a warrior in this world of inevitable destruction. it felt so pathetic of her to stand on the sidelines while the others do their best to keep her alive and well. “no, no --” she shook her head swiftly, her feet following the others rhythmically. “and, just to be  clear, i totally could have handled it. i was just warming up.” she said playfully, fabricated lies spilling from her lips with a quick giggle; it took talent to take a world filled with death and despair and make g o l d out of it. “no but, seriously -- thank you, i should really be smarter about what i’m doing and where i’m going.”

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        it wasn’t a rare occasion that the effervescent, young damsel found herself within the garden chamber that was once a principals office; the very principals office that her brother had visited many times during his time in this same middle school. the abundance of nature illuminated the quaint quarter with h o p e and w a r m t h and it didn’t take long for the redhead to notice the vibrational shift that took place once another had entered, their frame gazing over a short bitter orange tree. “that ones my favorite.” she mused, “not only are the oranges delicious but the blossoms smell like h e a v e n.” she explained, taking a few steps towards them, being sure not to invade their personal space -- “and the oil extracted from them makes an phenomenal antiseptic.”

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melrose.

a hair blew out of her face          her clad boot kicked the body of a clicker infected over to her side  …  the firefly turned to address the form hiding behind a worn down wall. body not obviously visible  ( though it didn’t matter much when it came to clickers  ) , but just enough for melrose to make contact with a thrown pebble.  ❛  you can come out now. we better get out of here before it starts producing spores.  ❜

        it seemed as if the crimson haired beauty had allowed her curiosity to get the best of her once again. it was difficult embodying an icarian soul in a world where confinement was the only definitive form of l i f e. she had managed to sneak past the plethora of patrols and through the gates like she had done many times before; without her brothers knowledge, of course, if he knew he would kill her himself. though, the sweet adrenaline rushing through her bloodstream quickly turned dark and bitter when she came upon a clicker. the femme had never been that close to one before and the sight was even more transfixing than she had ever imagined. cassandra swallowed harshly as she hid behind a wall, her emerald hues hidden behind her eyelids as they remained tightly shut. though, she felt a sensation of relief wash over her once she heard a voice, her eyes opening to peak around the tattered wall. if only s h e could be as heroic as the woman standing above the monstrous creature; it had been a dream of hers since she was a young child, but her brother had always made it excruciatingly clear that the others were to do the protecting and she was to remain behind locked gates. "right. yeah, uh -- thanks." cass replied, moving out from behind the wall and quickly making her way over to the femme, making sure to get a good look at the immobile clicker as she did so.

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