Razor @dedicatedasshxle - Tumblr Blog

[ SCOTT EASTWOOD ] – have you heard about [ RAZOR BRITTAIN ]? [ HE/HIM ] lives at the qz. I think they’ve lived there for [ TWO YEARS ]. they’re [ TWENTY-SIX ] yrs old and seem very [ DEDICATED ]. i’ve also heard they can be very [ HOT-HEADED] as well. they’ve been assigned as a [ FEDRA OFFICER]. they often daydream about [ THE SMELL OF FRESHLY MOWN GRASS ]. i’m curious to know more. | lucky, gmt , they/them

#( about. )

open starter

location : inside the qz, the diner

razor was off duty, he'd just been to get a few cuts and grazes sorted out before he was going to end to his quarters. However, before that he decided to pop by the diner, his stomach was reminding him that he had not eaten practically all day. as he pushed open the doors, he nearly bashed the head in of another. " shit , i mean, damn i didn't mean to nearly take our head off.. " he chuckled, moving to the side. " you in a hurry to leave, or fancy getting a drink with me?"

#pitts;start

everlaesting

location : a bench somewhere within the qz

frantic scribbles cover the page of her beat up notebook , cutting through the silence of a relatively calm , quiet atmosphere . things seemed quieter now , but not better . definitely not better , at least not for love . the sudden loss of three people she cared about , as well as a near - death experience of her own , left the girl feeling unlike her usual self . so , the nurse did as she always did : she turned to her writing . upon hearing footsteps , love clumsily wiped her wet cheeks , trying to pull herself together before looking up at the person . ❛ h - hi . sorry , i was just- ... hi . ❜

dedicatedasshxle

Razor had noticed Love up ahead, he had had the pleasure of seeking her services on more than one occasion. Although he was an officer, he still couldn't escape the pull of a few unjustly injuries from time to time. Slowly moving closer to her, he lingered a little in front of the bench, moving his rifle to rest over his shoulder. " i didn't mean to sneak up on you, you looked just... a little .." he wanted to say sad, but he wasn't sure he should. He glanced around them, before he went ahead and sat down beside her. " You know... i've used this bench a few times myself.. for a little tear or two " he chuckled, glancing sideways at her. " Do you want some company ?"

#( & love )

tessaendures

Who: Open ! Where: Inside Pittsburgh QZ When: Nearing curfew

This was a mistake. He never should've come here. He'd lost count of all the years that had passed now since the fungus had taken over humanity, but it had been that many years (and maybe more, if he thought hard enough about it) that he'd been doing things by his own rules. And now he was expected to simply turn over his weapons, eat what he was rationed, and tuck into bed like a good little boy at 10 PM sharp? What was next, shit on command?

Adam's fingers flexed, surveying the ridges of knuckles that had scabbed over, old wounds that threatened to reopen and bleed anew. That was more familiar than anything else, here. That and the blade hidden discreetly beneath his clothing. He wouldn't be a fool, leaving himself completely vulnerable. Not while he still had a say in the matter.

His eyes lift at the sound of a boot scuffing along pavement nearby, watching as someone approaches - seemingly without a care in the world. Must be nice. "Can I help you?" He remarks when their eyes meet his, though his tone doesn't exactly reflect a desire to serve.

dedicatedasshxle

Truthfully Razor couldn't really be bothered with his patrols tonight , all he wanted to do was find some dark , secluded corner and open the bottle of brandy he'd been saving. It was coming up to the anniversary of when he had asked his girlfriend to marry him, and things always got difficult around this time.

Before he even had a chance to take the first sip of the beautiful nectar he'd been craving, his gaze landed on another. He couldn't help but sigh under his breath. Of course there was someone else around, fuck. " Look , I couldn't care less about why you're out here, okay?!" Razor almost snapped, not that he had really meant to, but he was done with forcing himself to be nice tonight. " Few more minutes and I can have you done for skipping curfew, so if I were you I'd be a little more ... nice" Razor rolled his eyes, not caring either way, and finally took out the glass bottle, taking off the top and taking a deep gulp. He smacked his lips together , savouring every taste, before he reluctantly offered it to him.

#( & adam )

jacksonqz

open starter. location: outside the qz, in the forest.

"shh... do you hear that?" beck asked the person behind her. "get out of here." she demanded to the person.

dedicatedasshxle

Razor had been asked to patrol outside of the walls, not that he really minded considering he'd been getting pretty frustrated with some of the more troublesome civilians lately. It hadn't taken him too long to notice one of the bounty hunters. At her comment he lifted his rifle into position, his gaze shifting from tree to tree around them. " what did you see?!" he asked, or more demanded to know.