[daisylin]

cameron miller:

cameron tried her hardest to wait patiently for an answer, feeling every second wasted in here was time taken from being out there. she silently prayed they were low on something and almost breathed a sigh of relief when they were. “okay, i’ll add it to my list.” she nodded and turned to leave before daisy stopped her. cameron had come for one thing and one thing only, but it seemed daisy wanted to drag her into a conversation anyway. now she’d be forced to put in some effort if she wanted to get out of this. “do i look like allison? i don’t know. all i know is it better not be long,” she answered bluntly, looking at daisy as if she had three heads. “as for how i feel, not the greatest. i don’t like my freedom of movement being controlled. but on the bright side, at least you’ve got some time off.”

“ well ... it don’t think it will be that long, do you? “ daisy was chatty. if you came into the tent when she was there, you’d be there for longer than you wanted to. she knew that cameron hated this - she figured by how tense she was, and she felt bad. she didn’t venture outside the walls very much, but she knew if she did and suddenly was unable she would feel upset, too. “ we’ll be outside in no time. “

“well... i don’t like having so much time off. i don’t know what to do with myself when i’m not here,” she admitted, crossing her arms over her chest. it was the truth, and nothing but the truth. “ it’s what i like to do and it passes the time. having to find my own hobbies is a lot harder than that. “

[daisylin]

cameron miller​:

“just asking about inventory. is there anything you’re low on?” cameron questioned with raised brows, to the point as always when she dealt with people. she would visit the medical tent once in awhile to assess their medical supplies but only when she needed a valid excuse to leave the community whenever she couldn’t sneak out. most of the times that she did return on her hunts with extra supplies, it was only things she didn’t need to add to her own secret emergency stash just outside the walls. she didn’t really care about the health of anyone in arcadia other than her own.

daisy was used to seeing cameron every once in a while - she would come around asking if there was anything that the medical tent needed, any supplies that they were running low on or were out of completely. daisy had to take a moment, rummage through some boxes and bins of supplies before assessing what they were low on and what was in abundance. “ well, we aren’t exactly low on it, but we could always use more bandages and antiseptic. i think that could be one of our priorities - because if an infection is present we never want to be unable to keep it clean...”

“ when do you think we’ll be able to leave the walls again? not that i’m in a hurry for any supplies, but i’m just wondering... “ daisy sighed. “ how do you feel about all of this, huh? not being able to leave at all? “

[daisylin]

kenji fischer​:

    kenji was prone to getting cuts, scrapes  &  bruises. ever since he was a kid, he loved getting his hands dirty; climbing trees, trying to do tricks he knew he couldn’t do, literally digging in the dirt.  &  now that they weren’t allowed outside the walls, what else was he supposed to do with his time?  ——  long story short, he had scraped his forearm pretty badly.

he enters the tent as the blonde turns. ❝ nah, you’re good. ❞ smiles kenji.  his head tilts slightly. ❝ hey  ..  you okay? ❞  more times than not, he’ll put the wellbeing of others before his own  -  and this time was no different.  ❝ do you want to talk? ❞

was she okay? she hadn’t been asked that question in quite a bit - so she had to ponder upon her answer. on one hand, she could keep her cool - she knew how to stay calm and collected while dealing with anxiety. on the other hand, her mind was still racing with many thoughts. despite this, she nodded. “ yes, i’m okay, i think. are you okay? “ daisy replies, gesturing towards the gnarly cut on his arm. 

“ how’d you manage to do that? looks pretty bad.” she smiled a bit, the act of stating the obvious humoring her. she took a closer look at his arm. “ nothing i can’t fix though. looks like you’re just shy of stitches here, huh? gotta be careful.“

[daisylin]

dawn jordan​:

Dawn knew that a lot of people were still processing the news about the horde and she couldn’t blame them. It was a lot to take in, but there was no doubt in their mind that it was something they would all overcome, eventually. They hoped the horde would go away, that it would just pass by without any major incidents. Part of them hated that they had to stay inside the walls, they liked going out there but Dawn understood the reasons, it wasn’t worth losing someone. Dawn had hurt themselves while they tried to fix their bike, having cut themselves on some metal and headed towards the medic tent to get it fixed. As they walked in, Dawn greeted Allison with a smile before speaking. “Cut myself on a piece of metal, I was hoping you could help my dumb ass?” They asked with a chuckle.

“ oh yes! of course. “ daisy nodded, gesturing for them to take a seat. she knew them as one of the hunters, but not as someone who she was totally familiar with. of course, everybody has come in here at least once or twice, so it couldn’t have been the first time she had seen them there. “ here, sit down, i’ll take care of you, okay? “

she grabbed a few different supplies  - bandages, peroxide, ointment and the likes. she made her way back over to dawn, leaning in to take a closer look at the aforementioned cut. it didn’t look horrible, but she could tell that it definitely must have hurt. she unscrewed the cap to the peroxide, giving dawn a sympathetic look before she cleaned the injury. “ this might sting, but it’s worth it. “

[daisylin]

later that morning, an hour or two after allison’s announcement - daisy found herself in the medical tent. she had a moment to herself - and her mind was racing ever since those words left allison’s lips:  ‘a group of runners and frenzies have been spotted not far outside the walls...’ she shuddered as she remembered it in her head, the words repeating themselves. she told herself it would be fine. the horde would pass, and that would be that. or at least, she hoped so. after letting her train of thought run its’ course, she turned herself around in her chair to get up.

as she turned around, she was unexpectedly greeted by somebody standing before her. she was startled, to say the least - but always kind. “ oh! i’m sorry. how can i help? “

[lcvingsweet]

People came to the safe-zone because it was just that; safe. It was a place for them to get away from the outside world for a while. Where they could feel normal, as if the undead weren’t roaming the Earth (searching for a most unfortunate meal). For the most part, Arcadia did feel safe, with its’ high walls and promise that those who joined would be taken care of. But there were days like this, where their safety was questioned. Causing a crackling tension in the atmosphere.

Because of this, Jonas wasn’t surprised when he felt someone approach him from behind. It had been happening all morning, since Allison’s announcement. People had a lot to say when fear gripped them with a heavy hand.

He didn’t turn immediately. His focus was on the rope in front of him, as he attempted to tie a secure knot. “Good morning. Is there something I can help you with?” Jonas tilted his head to the side and offered up a warm smile, before kind eyes fell upon the lingering presence. “Or did you come over to say hello?”

[daisylin]

“i just came to talk,” daisy spoke, her voice so hushed it was almost a whisper. this morning had been stressful since the announcement from allison, of course she was scared, who wouldn’t be? on the other hand, she knew they had to remain calm. she figured jonas to be a reassuring person - and what she was seeking was that. “do you have a minute?“

though, without much hesitation, she continued to talk. there was too much in her head for her to wait - though she knows it to be rude. “admittedly, i’m quite nervous about all this. regular infected are bad enough, but runners and frenzies? that’s scary.”

she pauses for a second, like she’s thinking. finally she speaks, “well, how are you?”

[daisylin]

（ anya taylor-joy  ›  cis woman  ›  she/her ）  you’re daisy moulin, right? the 25 year old who has been in arcadia for 2 years; within that time you’ve taken up the role as a medic. if you ask me, that role fits you well seeing as you’re quite honest & knowledgeable. i see you have your mother’s pocket knife with you.. must be important. anyway, be safe out there!

biography

daisy was born into a small family, and raised by her mother. her father was not in the picture, but her maternal grandparents were always there to help. her childhood was relatively simple, and rather bland. her mother was always working, but the two of them were always close no matter how  much time they did or didn’t get to spend together. daisy’s mother passed when she was 20 years old - and daisy found herself all on her own.

before the outbreak, daisy was working as a vet tech. she always had a soft spot for animals, and she always felt like she had a purpose when she had a successful day at work. it distracted her from any turmoil in the other aspects of her life, so it was also better than sitting at home doing nothing.

when daisy eventually found herself in arcadia, after wandering on her own and in and out of small groups for so long - she decided to take up the role as a medic due to both her wanting to be of aide to her survivors around her, and her veterinary experience ( working on humans can’t be that much different than cats and dogs, can it ? ) .

wanted connections

THE BEST FRIEND.  when she finally found someone she clicked with - someone who didn’t bat an eye at her clunky mannerisms and the hesitant way she unraveled her thoughts and processed them into words, she felt something she hadn’t felt in a long time - like she had someone there for her, and someone who she could be there for. this is someone she wants to protect, someone she cares about very much.

THE CRUSH.  she is so easily flustered, and this is why she tries her best to avoid them. when she sees them, her face heats up and her mind starts to race - and when they talk to her she gets tongue-tied. she thinks to herself, what an exhilarating thing, a crush.

THE RIVAL.  daisy is not easily made upset, but when she is - she holds grudges. this is someone who, despite all efforts made, she just absolutely cannot get along with. of course, she keeps it professional, but when the two cross paths she can barely stand it.

hi hi my name is mish! i’m 20 and i use she/her. pls message me to plot or to talk or for anything at all! :-)