Black and Blue

But I, I think I'm pretty with these old boots on I think its funny when I drink too much, hey You try and change me you can go to hell 'Cause I don't want to be nobody else Clara Wright//Teacher

[clara--wright-blog]

The petite blonde looked over at her company, her expression riddled with questions and most of all a certain sadness. She tucked a strand of golden hair behind her ear, biting her bottom lip out of habit. “It’s a bad day and it got my mind wandering,” Clara began, her soft voice contradicting the cold words that were to follow. “What’s the point? We’re stuck in a wasteland and supplies will eventually run out.” Shoulders slouched, eyes rimmed with fresh tears. Her mood was wrecked today.

[clara--wright-blog]

“I’m getting worried.” Clara stood by one the windows for a moment before going to sit again. She had a nervous habit of pacing, and the storm was only making her more edgy. She was worried for everyone else as they were all separate now by the different cabins. Hands wrung together, she wondered how long this would last.

[clara--wright-blog]

Headcanon

                  mama Wright//55 (deceased, died going out in the big freeze in search of Clara)

[felicityking]

“I said I’m fine.” Felicity repeated once, voice shaking as she attempted to steady herself. ( It was at times like these that she missed home so much. )

[clara--wright-blog]

“I just---Ok. If you need to talk I’m here alright? Felicity? It’s going to be ok.”

[libby-abbott-blog]

“Fuck,” she muttered, rummaging through the papers on the table. “Where the hell is the schedule?”

[clara--wright-blog]

“Can I help you look? Maybe it fell under something.

[roleplcyheaux]

“Well I have good news and bad news.” Aerin began, the expression on her face the picture of seriousness as she looked down on the patient on the cot. The corners of her lips twitching uncontrollably until she had no choice but to let the grin break out. “Good news, your stitches have healed and there is no notable infection. Bad news, you won’t have an excuse to come see my beautiful face every week. Sad, I know.”

[clara--wright-blog]

“That’s great!” Clara beamed, slender fingers lightly touching the spot on her forehead where the stitches had held the broken skin together. “The healing part. I’m sad to not see you every week, though we can arrange something.”

[dc-church-deactivated20160601]

Joselyn liked reading, had always enjoyed it, but had never been the type of person who read with any sort of consistency or frequency. Even so, that hadn’t stopped her from grabbing a few small paperbacks and stowing them away in her bag when she packed her things. Having stocked up on only the essentials apart from that indulgence it was a choice she’d debated for a few minutes. Mental sanity was a crucial component of survival, though, and it was with that justification that she ended up with two of her favorite books for company at the camp.

Before everything she had read The House of Mirth three times and now that she was on her sixth perusal of the book, given the limited selection she currently had to chose from, Joselyn figured the ending would have lost a bit of its emotional punch and hadn’t thought much about the fact that she was sitting in the main cabin very much in public view. 

Apparently it hadn’t. She felt the telltale sting behind her eyes before feeling them start to well up, the threat of tears reaching a critical level. She closed the book even though she still had a few pages left and blinked them back, feeling ridiculous. It was just because she was tired… That’s why it was affecting her. Finding her composure didn’t take long, but when she looked up she saw that someone had been observing her. Joselyn hoped they hadn’t been watching long.

“I only brought two with me.” She explained, gesturing to the book in her hand for clarification. “So I’ve been trying to pace myself reading them. Don’t want to get bored of them too soon.”

[clara--wright-blog]

Blue eyes scanned the vast white landscape with every intention of getting some air and getting to stretch her legs. The cold wind bit at her cheeks and nose, leaving them red and numbed. She always tried to go out prepared for anything, but even layers and protective cloths couldn’t keep out all the cold.

It liked to sneak around it and leave behind reddened skin and the inability to warm ones self up. She snapped a branch under her heavy black boots, causing herself to stir when someone spoke. Someone she had not noticed till then. “Oh.” The word came out surprised and sudden. Blue eyes were widened in shock till she regained her composure quickly there after. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. But....what are you reading?”

[ottvr-blog]

Lanky, bird-boned girl. Born of an Icarian father and his giddiness. She, just like the mythological man before her, flew far too close to the orb in the sky, and melted her waxen wings. Fell into a sea of woes below, and died. ‘Twas so long ago, and yet it was one of only a few memories that resounded in her mind—one of only a few that seemed as though they had occurred just days before. She’d left her perch (safe and sound) and flew off into a land unknown, only for her body to CRUMBLE into ash.

Even so, the girl remained ever explorative in her near obliterated form. There wasn’t much to see or do now, as the world had f a l l e n to its knees in blinding white, but she made due with what was available for her to poke and prod at. This time ‘round, she’d somehow managed to scramble on top of a cabin’s roof, kicking snow off as she climbed. It’d been far too long since she’d done something so simple and brash—”exhilarating” couldn’t be used to describe it.

She sat in silence: looking out over the rest of the tiny camp, sipping on a thermos of hot, weak tea. Burning her tongue, and searing her throat, her nose crinkled at the mild pain. And her mind wandered: to thoughts of before, and thoughts of the present. How the world had changed, and how others survived in the everlasting winter. Visions of her friends: blue and frozen in time. Pain no longer there, and she didn’t have much care to give any longer.

[clara--wright-blog]

They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over while expecting a different result. If that were the case then Clara was for sure insane with little hope of a recovery. The girl clutched the hot thermos in one gloved hand while another held some carefully wrapped bread. Nearly stale to be honest, but it was a last minute find. She had sought out anyone that needed help that morning.

Be it carrying firewood or chatting away so they weren’t bored. Some no doubt grew annoyed with the tiny blondes chatter, but with all her confidence and spunk, Clara carried on,.

Spying someone up on the roof had her heart skipping a beat. Clara wasn’t overly adventurous in that department. The roof was so high and the ground so far below. What if she broke a bone in these conditions? Waving the bread over her head, she hoped to single her down.

“Need a break?” Clara called, her light voice carrying with the chilled wind like a feather on a breeze.

[tesslarsons-deactivated20160814]

Time Magazine’s Weird VR Cover Becomes a Meme ft. Emily Kinney

[cfmusings-blog]

       if you love me,         let me know.         but if not, then         gently let me go. 

[margomarques-deactivated2017031]

     Running on ice was honestly the dumbest thing Sal could do, but he was quickly trying to get everything done before the end of the day. His boots were made for snow and ice, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t fall in the snow and ice even while wearing them. Though it was a little later than midday, Sal hadn’t fallen in the ice and he was nearly finished with all his tasks for the day. People always told Sal he needed to slow down, but he’d never been able to do that. He liked getting something done as quickly as possible and not waiting until the last second to get something done. That’s why he needed to have a lot going on in his life. School. Work. Friends. Family. For a long time that’s what kept him busy. But not anymore. 

     Sal had a few pieces of firewood in his hand as he walked quickly across the snow. His thoughts weren’t on walking. He was thinking about the hundreds of things he needed to get done before the end of the day when he felt his feet falling from under him. The firewood fell in different directions and scattered around him. Sal caught a face full of snow. For a moment he didn’t move, too dazed by what had happened to move. But then he sat up and started laughing. Probably not the smartest move on his part, but he looked pretty ridiculous in his opinion. Sal looked around to see if anyone was watching. 

[clara--wright-blog]

Clara was well on her way in when she witnessed the disaster. She felt her heart sink as her belongings tumbled out of her arms and onto the snowy ground. Not thinking she abandoned them and darted over to the man. He was already laughing, but Clara was not. Knelt in the snow; her knees soaking through and chilled with cold, she put a gloved hand on his back.. “Oh my gosh, are you ok?”

[trumxns-blog]

        A cold sweat hung on Cain’s clothes, trapping him in a mess of uncomfortable fervor. He had been smart to keep up with his athleticism after finished University. But even the moderate amount of cardio capability Cain had gathered wasn’t enough for his body to cope with the extreme cold of the Big Freeze. He had spent a few more hours with a Scout party, hoping to find his lost partner. Cain felt the deep ache of longing for someone who he held so dear. Only time would tell if his friend still lived. Many people had approached him, making formalities and small-talk. Trying to understand the lone doctor was an impossibility. He had lost most everything, and kept himself tucked away from the other camp members. His life was on hold, seemingly irrelevant to the situation they were in now. Cain had a job, keep others alive. 

     The dark-haired male felt a gentle tap on his shoulder, and turned astutely to face the person attempting to gather his attention.

        “ Do you need something? “

[clara--wright-blog]

Clara had seen them go. All clad in their best winter apparel and seemingly ready with a mission in mind. She had quickly got herself prepped as well, and went out into the cold to wait. They wouldn’t be long, not with the weather so horrid. She watched him come back first, back turned, and confidently reached out to tap on his shoulder. “I wanted to make sure you were ok,” she responded, tone light as puffs of her breath were seen when she spoke and the cold hit.

[dylkincaid-deactivated20210906]

The brunette watched as the girl approached her with outstretched arms. It felt like years since she’d last felt an actual hug. “Oh,” she exclaimed and forced herself to remain in place rather than take a step back. “Don’t worry about it.” Her throat cleared as she patted the other’s back. “Nope. But we should get going before we miss breakfast.”

[clara--wright-blog]

Clara smiled, giving a nod of her head in agreement. She wondered what was on the menu for today though it all seemed the same lately. “We somehow manage to still be on time,“ she acknowledged. ‘You’ve been well?”

[rhysdonovan-blog]

The embrace had Rhys still, not knowing exactly what to do about it. He was even holding his breath there for a moment, only realizing this after the girl had stepped away. “Yes, it’s, um… it’s fine. No problem.” Physical contact wasn’t something that came easy to him, not really. Not anymore. It was awkward and uncomfortable but he tried to keep his cool if only not to make Clara feel bad about it, knowing some people needed that contact to go by. He just wasn’t really the right person to go for it. “You should try some sleep. It’s getting late now. I still have a few more hours to go on my shift.”

[clara--wright-blog]

Clara took the needed steps back, giving Rhys his space that she knew he liked best. Can’t sleep,” she said with a shrug of her small shoulder’s. “Suppose I got a lot on my mind Teaching and the people and everything else. It’s like my brain keeps talking and I can’t get it to hush for long.” She eyed the white landscape outside that stretched seemingly endlessly too. “Figured you could have some company and all. You’re doing well?”

[roleplcyheaux]

Clara’s hug was reciprocated with an airy laugh, Aerin’s lanky arms wrapping themselves tightly around the shorter woman with a smile. In all honesty she didn’t consider anything she did worthy of this much gratefulness but she’d come to expect it by now by the other blonde. "You’re welcome and honestly? I had no where to go so it’s not like there was anything to be kept from in the first place.“ Aerin answered just as she pulled away, giving their handy work one more look over. "Honestly it was kind of fun, I spent most of my childhood being obsessed with books so it felt like I was among old friends.”

[clara--wright-blog]

“Really?” Clara brightened, her interest peeked at her friend’s words. “What are some of your favorite books? It’s a real shame we lost so many in the freeze. I found a copy of Romeo and Juliet once, but then it got ruined in the snow when I had to camp.”

[evan-sterling-blog]

Evan stiffened at the sudden close contact, stuck there awkwardly as the other woman hugged her. It wasn’t that she wasn’t appreciative of the embrace, or that she didn’t find it comforting, it was just that it’d been a ridiculously long time since someone had hugged her and in a way she’d almost forgotten how to react. Not to mention being in a close space with someone made her nervous–not that Clara would hurt her. “Uhm, no–no problem,” Evan managed to get out, clearing her throat and returning the embrace rather awkwardly, though she was mentally kicking herself for the reaction. “It helped get my mind off things.”

[clara--wright-blog]

“Is there something bothering you?” Clara frowned, a look of concern crossing her features as she went and tucked the last of the books away neatly. “If you need it, I’m here.” She tried her best, but she knew you couldn’t always help everyone in every single situation.

[clara--wright-blog]

 “Thanks for helping.” Clara smiled, approaching and wrapping her arms around them in a hug. Physically expressing her gratitude seemed to be the most ideal for her. All the books were properly sorted and she was indebted to the person now in her eyes. Warmed by the touch of someone else, she stepped back, hands held together at her waist. “Hope I didn’t keep you long.”