i will not fall

crina || sniper || shadow commando

[crina-dalca]

bullseyeolivia:

Ever since she’d found her new weapon, Liv couldn’t stop using it. Whether it was for an actual purpose, or just to practice, the feeling of the bow and arrow felt foreign and Olivia loved it. She’d found a secluded spot and made sure that nothing threatening was around, before she positioned herself in front of a tree, and positioned the bow and arrow, taking a deep breath before letting it fly. As always, her aim never wavered, even if it was a weapon she wasn’t that familiar with. A small smirk crossed her face, but it left as soon as it appeared, when she heard a noise. She prepared another bow and spun around, “Show yourself.” Liv ordered, her voice strong.

Crina froze at the other voice, not expecting it but her weapon was drawn and she spoke in a clear voice, knowing the woman who the voice belonged to more than likely had a weapon. If she was smart. “And have you shoot me? Put your weapon down first.” Crina wouldn’t shoot if the other didn’t either.

[crina-dalca]

Crina was scrubbing blood off of her knife, residue from a kill but one she wanted gone nonetheless. She couldn’t have it rusting, who knew when she’d find another good one like this. She’d been focused, concentrating for a few minutes, just losing herself in such a mundane task (there weren’t many of those anymore) when someone spoke and she jumped, letting out a curse in Romanian. She looked up at the other person, a bit of a glare in her eyes. “You could have said you were there, no?”

[crina-dalca]

docthemedic:

There was an outraged squeaking, somehow… distorted, the noise raising more hairs on the back of one’s neck than a natural rat’s noises should. Markus, however, simply kicked the pet carrier it was coming from almost absently, still absorbed in her notes much as she had been throughout the ride there. 

At the noise of footsteps, she made a vague gesture without looking up, “Watch the carrier, William Frederick hates travelling. Makes him even more irritable and I think he’s trying to chew through the wires again, the idiot.” 

“Right...” Crina peaked into the carrier and then looked at the other. “Is there any reason you are particularly fond of....the creature?” If it could be called that. Crina wasn’t that put off by it but it was strange, she had to admit that much, especially when they were killing zombies left and right and this...thing was traveling with them. It was the other’s choice, though, and Crina wouldn’t say much else on it.

[crina-dalca]

sparrowlucas:

Lucas’ main fear had long been than his gun would run out of ammo at the wrong time and he’d be left defenceless and swarmed by the creatures that had once breathed like him. 

Most of the knives in his hand had been pulled off the dead body he’d come across when he’d first crash-landed here, and only one of them actually belonged to him - military issue, for emergencies. 

He’d been practicing throwing them at a tree for almost an hour now, and though he was getting better at having them find their mark in the trunk, it wasn’t enough to give Lucas peace of mind. 

The blades thrummed softly as they hit the wood, and after three in a row staying put he sat down at the base of the tree behind him, turning the last knife over in his hands as he thought, and lifting his head at the sound of footsteps coming closer. 

“Your letting their weight drag,” Crina said as she walked out from behind some trees a few feet away. She had a gun strapped across her back and knives, just like him, though hers were strapped to her waist. “If you release with the hilt pushing off your thumb, you should get more direct aim and power.”

[crina-dalca]

deadshotvasile:

The camouflaged Humvee settled to a dull roar within the forest confines. He’d promised them Seattle, and that’s where they’d arrived. Not everyone could make it; not in this new world. Or ancient, now, after five historic years among the deceased. He stood on a dinged roof and scanned what was visible through cracked binoculars. The rest of the convoy crushed earth on worn tires, engines were cut at the raise of his hand. “Tomorrow we’ll plan the supply run,” he relayed to the nearest figure, “should be able to send a small group through underground train lines and avoid most of the infected. Until the rest of the area has been scouted keep your voice low– and for the love of whatever godless entity there is don’t light a fire.”

Crina looked up at Costin’s voice, observant eyes taking in their surroundings as he spoke before she nodded and moved closer. “I’ll go tomorrow. I’m good for it.” She was quiet and fast and could move in between small spaces easily– helping her be more stealthy than some.

[crina-dalca]

romabbiati:

“Was- Was that even English?”

“I should’ve paid attention in school….”

“It wasn’t no.”

“Unless you’ve studied Romanian, I wouldn’t be too concerned with having paid attention in school.”

[crina-dalca]

levidurant:

It’s always fun getting blood all over my clothes.

“Isn’t it though? It is not yours, no?”

[crina-dalca]

deadshotvasile:

He was distant; out of touch with a dark reality since his birth. He was a machine with rusting steel and fading gears. “I’ll be fine, Crina. Keep yourself well rested and don’t worry about me. It’s my job to make sure all of you are fit for duty at all times.”

She stopped in front in front of him, giving him a look. “And you cannot do that if you have passed out from exhaustion or been caught unawares.” Crina was stubborn and understood his words but still, she didn’t believe he had to do this on his own. “Like I said. I do not mind the nest. Even if it is one additional time to when I am there usually. I want to help, Costin. Let me.”

[crina-dalca]

ringercafiero:

“It would be rather boring without.”

“What are you willing to bet then?”

[crina-dalca]

agentdurant:

“Peut-être.” He shrugged. “I doubt I’m as good as you, especially since I’ve not shot a gun in months, but I do know I’m a decent shot. What would you like to bet?”

“Decent shots are often decent with or without practice. We shall see if that is the case for you, yes?” At his question, Crina thought for a moment before noting the watch on his wrist. “It is a nice one– should I win, I take that. What would you like then?”

[crina-dalca]

sparrowlucas:

“Done! If I can’t hit it you get my jacket and I freeze to death out here, if I can…” Lucas thought for a moment. “I get your cigarette rations for 2 weeks and next time you’re on duty you have to tell all the other snipers what a good shot I am. Deal?”

“You better start praying that winter does not get any colder then, no?” She grinned and nodded. “I’m not sure what it says about your confidence, Lucas, that you need this affirmation but,” she nodded again, “you can go first.”

[crina-dalca]

sparrowlucas:

“I mean, there might be a distinct reason why I fly planes and don’t shoot guns but I’ll bet you anything you like that I can hit that target right there.” Lucas said, grinning. “What’ll it be then, Dalca?”

“Anything?” She grinned tauntingly, all in good fun of course, before nodding at his jacket. “I’m sure will keep me warm.” Crina nodded at him, “what is you want then?” A bet had be even for both parties, she believed, for it to be worth anything. 

[crina-dalca]

spectergates:

“You’re goddamn right I do,” His grin was almost predatory in the light, “I’ll wipe the floor with ya, though. You might not want to take me up on it.”

Crina tilted her head, amusement written on her face as she quirked a brow. “You are too cocky, Gates,” The Romanian stood, picking up the two blades at the table and then nodded at him. “You can go first,” she smirked, “let us see how well you...wipe the floor.” The phrase was strange on Crina’s tongue, one she hadn’t heard much before or said but she understood the meaning behind it anyway. And she was always up for friendly competition.

[crina-dalca]

“And you want to bet on that?”

[crina-dalca]

levidurant:

Fuck, I haven’t had a smoke break all day. 

“At least that’ll save your rations.”

[crina-dalca]

juliawillems:

“What did you just say to me?” 

“I asked if you needed a hand.”

[crina-dalca]

agent-lewis:

“Good morning.” The greeting had startled her, Rosemary had grown far more accustomed to hearing people around her get straight to the point rather than waste time with pleasantries. “No, at least not from you specifically unless you know where Sergeant Vasile is. I had thought he’d be here but obviously I’m mistaken.” Regarding the girl once more she felt a stirring of recognition. “Your his protege of sorts, are you not? Forgive me, perhaps it’s not the right term but you work closely with him.”

She didn’t really recognize the woman much but the blonde was a familiar enough face around camp that asking for Costin wasn’t that strange. Crina shook her head, “He’s occupied, currently.” It was as much as she’d say, leaving it up for the blonde to interpret but she wasn’t one to go waving around information to whoever asked for it. “When I see him, I can let him know you were looking for him. If you don’t see him first, that is.” She shrugged at the comment, standing up and dusting off her pants, “We do work together, yes.” Protege sounded strange in her mind, though he had taught her most of what she knew. She’d just never thought of it that way. “Corporal Crina Dalca,” she extended a hand. “We’ve not had the pleasure of meeting before.”