well shit pt 36

Clarke Cohen Twenty American Martyr Deaf Wrecking Ball I thought things couldn't get much worse But guess what they did You hit my heart upside with a wrecking ball Oh but that's what I get But I'm not going nowhere I can live on my prayers 'Cause I'm done playin' nice I'm done running for life 'Cause you think that you got me scared This time it's goodbye trouble I feel the light at the end of this tunnel I get stronger with every step

[mattomitted-deactivated20191105]

“Widdling. Which is a weird hobby because I don’t have a rocking chair o r a war I’m trying to forget. Sort of seems like busy work for Vietnam types but.. Something to do, I guess.”

He glances at her, up and down.

“And what about you? You just sneak up on people for what? Funsies?”

[clarkecohen-blog]

It took a moment for the Martyr to understand what he was saying but when she did it made little difference, she had no idea what widdling was. "I have no idea what that is so I think it's a nod and agree moment for me," she replied, eyes still scanning his features. God, this was too much work. She was tempted just to ignore people for the rest of her life.

"Funsies? I'm not twelve. --- It's more like shits and giggles."

[mattomitted-deactivated20191105]

“Something in particular you need? Or do you just really like watching over people’s shoulders? Weird hobby, but far be it from me to judge.”

[clarkecohen-blog]

Clarke looked at the male for a moment or two as if trying to decipher the movement of his lips before shrugging. "It helps curb my boredom. That and I wanted to know what you were doing."

[gallagherista]

[clarkecohen-blog]

heyo folks! basically i'm a terrible person and i couldn't figure out how to get my muse back for clarke after her brother and girlfriend went inactive so i decided on a full-on revamp! well, kinda. i didn't change THAT much but she's no longer a mckinnon but a cohen and she's had an age boost by two years so is now twenty, which means she was in college at the time of the outbreak. goddamn outbreak ruining everything. one major difference is that she was recently caught in the crossfire between the martyrs and some of the sanctuary members and was knocked unconcious/almost killed by an explosive blast, but lucky (heh) she pulled through but has lost her hearing as a result. she's still mostly the same person so you can expect her lovely sarcastic and blunt nature, but she's secretly a lot softer than the last goober. please please with all the cherries on top plot with her? :)

[charlieschrader-deactivated2016]

   His foot pressed down, and with a quick yank he dislodged the black arrow from the skull under toe. “Grody,” he groaned softly as he crouched down, and wiped off the blade head as much as possible with the clothes on the body below. It wasn’t perfect, but would do for now. The apocalypse didn’t magically cure his ‘obsession’ with cleanliness, but forced him to accept that shit gets messy and there’s very little he could do about it. Arrows were precious, and the man retrieved as many as possible. Though he had the knowledge to craft more, it was tedious work.

   Charlie grabbed the composite bow on the ground beside him, and stood up. As she spoke, his dark eyes met the young lady. He shook his head, and slid the arrow into the quiver that hung from his right side. Since when did they start handing out free memberships into their little club? Bullshit. Well, if there is anything positive in seeing so many new faces in the group, they would make a great distraction. The events for the previous several days lowered their numbers, and managed to draw in many of the undead in the area – a serious of cause and effect he was used to by now.

   Charlie stepped away from the corpse, and began to walk forward to rejoin the group. He stopped near the woman, and smiled. “Well, you’re a new face. Hello, I’m Charlie,” he greeted in a hushed voice, and held out his gloved hand for a shake.

[clarkecohen-blog]

Clarke was somewhat wary of the male smiling at her. She hadn't seen someone so... well, carefree like that in a long time. She had gotten used to the stress and heartache of the current world that anything remotely different seemed like a fairytale. "Uh yeah... I am," she replied, quietly. "I'm uh..." she hesitantly extended her hand to meet his, her other lingering near her hip just incase the male decided to take a shot at her. "Clarke."

[herhunts]

HOW QUAINT, Beth thought to herself. She had never favored new comers, not when she didn’t know them. ( not that that was something she did often. the ones she disliked, she’d be paired with and mysteriously, they’d die on a hunt. She was notorious for that within the group, which was why most stayed away from her. She had ONE partner and it surprised most that they hadn’t been killed yet.

So when she saw the short haired woman fall behind her, she kept going. Until she grew bored, which was rather quickly, wanting to play a game of a sick version of hide and seek with her. She stayed behind, catching the movement the other was talking about. A WALKER. Well, this ought to be interesting. She stayed behind, arms crossed as she grinned mischievously. GO TEAM UNDEAD.

[clarkecohen-blog]

Clarke kind of froze in place as the shuffling came to fruition in the form of an undead creature, appearing at the edge of the forest. Her palms were sweaty as she tried to get a firm grip on her knife. "Uh... guys? There's -- right, ignoring me. Got it," Clarke fumbled over her words much like her knife as she caught sight of a redhead watching her. "So you're just going to stand there? That's -- that's fantastic," she grumbled to herself before turning to the dead walker. What was it that Elizabeth had taught her? She adjusted her grip once more and walked towards the thing.

[thtdxnnxgga-deactivated20180207]

She wasn’t expecting the hostility in return, and instantly her jaw hardened, biting her lip hard after a moment. She crossed her arms over her chest after adjusting her pack with her whole life currently, in it. “Who I am is a person trying to live, just like you. Don’t stress–I wasn’t following–you wouldn’t know if I was.” It wasn’t a threat, just a very strong statement. She had a lot of practice. 

She watched this stranger for a moment, her eyes narrowing. “Ronnie. And you?” She asked after a long moment. “Nothing. Why are you damn defensive?” 

[clarkecohen-blog]

"I'm just checking," Clarke muttered as she continued to remain wary of the other female. "That's both unnerving and kinda comforting at the same time and I dunno how I feel about that," she then added. She was glad that she wasn't being followed, but unnerved by the fact that, if this woman were to follow her then she'd be screwed.

"--- Clarke," she replied, her hands relaxing somewhat at her side. "Maybe because my brother was just killed and my girlfriend has gone missing. I dunno, it could be something to do with that but --" she shrugged. "Who knows."

[ryndixon-deactivated20160902]

    of course the name didn’t ring a bell for kathryn, but that’s what she expected. she wasn’t from the area, only passed through once in a while to get to the bigger cities. she nodded though as she listened and watched ruby take off running ahead of them. ❝ so what brought you here? ❞

[clarkecohen-blog]

"uh... came here with my brother and sister, but then she went missing and he was killed so uh... yeah," she shrugged. she had no reason left to stay, but she also had nowhere else to go -- she was stuck. "doesn't really matter, though. everyone dies, right?" she shrugged again. clarke was still working on desensitising herself to the entire situation, and now that the one she called a girlfriend was also gone she was just... numb. "where you're from?" she asked, moving the spotlight away from herself.

[brivas-deactivated20160902]

❝ —chilling, ❞ isabella said as she rolled onto her side to look up at the young girl. she didn’t seem dangerous, except for the firm grip she had on her knife. taking a deep breath, she stood up and brushed off her pants before placing the crutches under her arms. ❝ what do you think i was doing?! ❞

[clarkecohen-blog]

"uh-huh," the teenager shook her head as a small sarcastic chuckle escaped her throat. keeping her knife in her hand, clarke was unsure of whether she should help the woman up or not -- so she didn't. she just awkwardly watched. "i dunno? re-enacting roadkill? the list could be endless since humanity is all fucked up now and all that weird shit."

[outlander-maya-blog]

“Yeah, you’re right,” she said looking down at her knife like it was the most interesting thing,”  I suppose I don’t need answers, whatever your name or reasons for being here… they won’t matter when I leave your body cold and still on the side of the road.”

[clarkecohen-blog]

"You're really full of yourself, aren't you?" Clarke barely contained her eye roll. "What makes you think you have a chance of killing me?"

[piper-gaines]

Peeking around the corner, Piper caught the young woman looking her way. And as harmless as she appeared, the look in her eye told Piper she wasn’t the only one around at that time. Rushing across the open space into an old garden shed, she was hopeful nobody would bother to look in such a useless place, or the girl wouldn’t rat her out.

[clarkecohen-blog]

Clarke owed the blonde nothing. In fact, she owed nobody nothing, but somehow she had caught herself trying to come with an idea that would mean that she got to live another day. Or, at least, not to die at the hands of the group Clarke was with. When the others finally approached, Clarke looked around before pointing in the opposite direction and muttering something about how she had heard something in that direction. They looked at her for a moment, as if trying to gauge what the hell she was doing, when Clarke pretty much imploded. "Seriously? You're just going to stand there and look at me like I'm the fucking abominal snowman? I heard something, but if you don't want to check it out then fine! I'll just stand here while the dead devour every single one of us." That seemed to do the trick, and the few that were standing around her retreated and disappeared into the trees -- though she figured that it was just to escape her ranting rather than to do what she asked. When the coast was clear, Clarke went to search for the blonde.

[brivas-deactivated20160902]

crutches were more difficult than they seemed to be, isabella was learning that the hard way not to mention how inconvenient they were when she was trying to navigate through the brush along the side of the road. she tripped over branches and twigs but finally her luck ran out and when she fell, it was face first onto the pavement. ❝ fuck – ❞ isabella groaned out in pain, so much for keeping a low profile.

[clarkecohen-blog]

clarke was snapped out of her daydream by the sound of snapping twigs which was then quickly followed by a thud. rising from her perched position upon a fallen tree, she approached the sound apprehensively with her fingers lingering over the knife she had attached to her hip. "--- what are you doing?" she then asked as her eyes fell upon a woman.

[ryndixon-deactivated20160902]

   kathryn flashed a smile at clarke before giving her a pat on the back. ❝ i hope it is for their sake. ❞ she called out to the rest of the group and told them about the suggestion and they all agreed. ❝ you must be from around here, eh? ❞ she asked after they started walking again.

[clarkecohen-blog]

the pat on her back surprised the teenager, but nonetheless, she appreciated it all the same. "me too..." she chewed on her fingernail as the others discussed her idea before a look of surprise washed over her features. they had actually listened to something she had to say and taken it on board. that -- that was a first. "kind of, i guess. i used to live in gainesville."

[piper-gaines]

Piper had just hit the jackpot if there ever was one for medical supplies. Suppose the people had missed the little old nursing village, Piper herself almost not even bothering with it. But with her bag tightly clutched to her chest, stuffed with everything she’d need for her family after the recent tradgedy that had fallen upon them. Exiting the building, Piper saw someone ahead, and she was sure they saw her. But she was quick to duck behind another building, hoping they weren’t going to come after her and take everthing she now owned. 

[clarkecohen-blog]

Clarke had been lingering outside one of the nearby buildings as her fellow martyrs -- it was still strange calling them that, she thought -- while they ransacked the interior. She was halfway through counting the cracks in the pavement again when she saw a flash of blonde hair. With a quick glance over her shoulder, the teenager then gave the blonde woman a look that suggests she hide within the next five seconds as the other martyrs began to exit the building.

[thtdxnnxgga-deactivated20180207]

Life had gone to hell. Even more so than she thought was even imaginable. Most of her group was dead, and though the pain of being alone ached a bit, she couldn’t dwell on it; she had done that too many times over the 1st six months of the world ending. 

She slept, counted her supplies, regrouped–for now she was somewhat alone until she could partner up with some folks again. Though at this point, she wasn’t sure if it was worth it. 

So the athlete made her trek out of the city, at least for the time being. Hopefully she could catch something, anything, and possibly find some people to see what they had. She was walking, chewing on the inside of her cheek when she heard the question. A eye roll followed, but she made no moves to be seen, not at first. She took a few seconds before emerging from the brush. “Just passing through.” 

[clarkecohen-blog]

At this point, Clarke would've much rather been met with a rabid rather than a human being. Trust had been ground to dust and even if she had been travelling with the Martyrs there was no guarantee that there would be another attack -- either by them or on them. Either way, the teenager was screwed and having to feel like that every single day did little to slow her heart rate down or calm the goosebumps that littered her arms.

"Passing through to where...? Have you been following us? Who are you?" She gripped her knife tighter. God, she wished she had paid more attention to her now dead girlfriend when she was being taught how to shoot a gun and wield a knife. If she had had any idea that this would be where she was now then she would have made more of an effort, but now... yup, she was always screwed. "What do you want?"

[outlander-maya-blog]

“My knife in your side would be very real don’t you think?”  Maya asked, not one to worry about the details of things.  It was a dog eat dog world and letting people nit pick anything was a waste of time and energy,”  You and your friends from the city?”

[clarkecohen-blog]

"Nice threat, maybe you should copyright it," Clarke quipped as she masked her fear of that damn knife. "I'm under no obligation to answer anything that you're gonna ask me since you're not gonna answer me. You get what you give, and you're not giving a damn thing so therefore I'm not either."

[ryndixon-deactivated20160902]

   she attached a leash to the collar around the dog’s neck before she started walking again, quickly catching up to the others. ❝ we’re looking for a place to crash tonight i think, ❞ kathryn said with a shrug. when the group took off, she simply followed along without a word. she wasn’t one to ask questions around here, she only did what she was told.

[clarkecohen-blog]

glancing around, clarke hesitated for a moment before jogging to keep up with the group. "i uh -- i actually know this area. there's an abandoned warehouse about three miles east from here. i don't know if it's empty now, though. it was a couple of months ago that i found it."