triple threat;

[kip-whitmer]

easy as pi | kip & ada

[demolitionwcman]

kip-whitmer·:

[Just behind the light hearted teasing, there’s a strange sort of tensity about Ada. She’s not just looking at Kip, she’s scrutinising him. He can’t figure out why. He’s also not quite able to return her gaze. Kip’s always been shyer than people give him credit for, and he often finds eye contact uncomfortable. It generally has the effect of making him seem rude, or disinterested, as he’ll spend more time looking at whatever he’s doing than his conversational partner. Right now, that would be his maths homework. Kip traces over a few numbers he’s already written, a half-cocked grin emerging on his face as Ada bemoans the lack of sex, drugs, and rock and roll.] 

If you’re not getting laid, you’re not trying hard enough. [His gaze flicks over her briefly.]  And I can’t imagine you’d have to try hard at all. [Kip might be more interested in men, but he’s got eyes. In answer to her next question, he briefly holds up his jotter, the graph boxes filled with scrawled numbers.] And it’s math homework. Education stops for no apocalypse.

[He’s not shy about the fact that he’s a nerd – and not just in the fun interests sort of way. He really does enjoy a good polynomial. That, and the scraping-to-survive apocalyptic lifestyle doesn’t suit him. Kip’s a cerebral person, and he needs things to keep his mind occupied. It’s why he keeps going to their dumb, high school level classes. It’s better than not going.]

[It wasn't something people usually took notice of when it came to Ada. The tension behind her easy, pretty grin or the sharp scrutiny in big, guileless brown eyes. The fact alone that Kip didn't quite return her gaze piqued Ada's attention immediately as her head tilted slightly. An almost animal movement as she shifted again and regarded him. This man, she'd seen him around. He wasn't exactly the type you overlook or don't catch coming. He had this rough kinda charm about him... sorta reminded her of Danny -- [preferably without the manipulative fucking traitorous need to fuck over someone to save his ass.. but she didn't know his life]. The easy charm of it, the smile he could beam at anyone. She'd caught him being mouthy, being flirty, but here they were, with his golden brown eyes almost incapable of meeting hers. Everything in her body language shifted as her teeth caught in her lower lip and the front legs of the chair lowered slightly.

Well.. that was interesting.

As his attention turned, quite convincingly to his math, her expression shifted once more at his next words. A low, rough laugh echoed out from her as she lifted a shoulder in a shrug.]

Guilty as charged, colloquially and literally. [She said, flashing him a wink as the chair creaked back down and her heavy boots landed on the ground with a soft pair of thuds. She didn't know how much he knew about her, but Ada could never help but to get a crass joke in or two. More often than not at her own expense if no one else deserving was in hearing range.] Strangely enough hasn't been that high on my list of priorities. And past experience tells me to stay away from people that are just my type for self preservation alone so, what's a girl to do?

[She asked casually, though the corners of her mouth were pulled a little more taught. There was a bit more derision in her tone than she'd meant to allow as a wave of tension seemed to shift through her at the memory of the last time she hadn't heeded the glaring red warning signs.

Education, her lashes flickered. It was fun, coming to the classes. It was something she got to experience that she never did really before. But if all the cards were on the table.. she'd jump at the chance to blow this joint. The survival, bare necessities and scraping by. She was more suited to that than this imprisonment. This slowly rotting away in just another cell. After a moment of silence that lasted longer than she meant it to, she spoke up from her reverie. Her tone less at ease, but still skillfully feigned so.]

What's it like, by the way? [She asked as her gaze lowered to his arm, the question out of nowhere, and soft. Much more genuine. As if she’d been waiting to ask just that.] Yours..? What's that feel like?

[reesewilkersons]

[demolitionwcman]

Bristling-- Ada/Clove

[demolitionwcman]

clove-modius·:

{He ignores her condescending tone and nicknames, instead keeping the cooly pleasant smile plastered on his face, hands clasped firmly together behind his back. It’s nothing he hasn’t experienced before, most famously with Corbin or Kaiser, and he’s certainly had enough practice with dealing with the snide comments and jabs. It still irritates him, but getting irritated at Ada now would be like a lion being disturbed by the chirps of a cicada.

Instead he waits for her to fall silent and then some, head inclined to the side just a touch, corners of his lips stretching up into such an exasperated smile one might give a toddler throwing a tantrum.}

I’m your head of house, it’s my job to make sure all Torrens are content and have no issues or problems that need resolving. And given your background and history of unruliness, I thought it prudent to speak to you before you explode and take half the Colony down with you. So, instead of looking like you’d like to take a knife and slit my throat, why don’t you tell me what’s bothering you so much and perhaps we can work it out? If not that, then I’m sure I can put in a good word with Doctor Carrington for you.

[Dark brows arched all the way up as the man who had stepped into the empty classroom began to speak. His words and tone were cold, clipped and collected. That.. she'd expected.. his words however took her aback. Now.. granted, Ada should have seen it coming. From what she could see, Moneypenny here liked to lord whatever power he had over those around him. His blatant comment, however, about her 'background history of unruliness' and her 'likelihood to explode' had the brunettes nostrils flaring and that temper the blond man was running his mouth about reared it's ugly head. Eyebrows still raised high, her eyes drifted closed as she paused for a moment, before levelling a bright.. a little too hard smile toward the man as she began nodding as if she fully got where he was coming from.]

Wow that's uh. That's.. helpful of you, yeah? So.. just to make sure I got this right, because you know, cultural barrier, class barrier, all that jazz..

[Ada cut off for a minute, unable to help but to give a low rough laugh as she leaned back, shoulder-blades brushing the chalkboard behind her as her arms crossed over her chest. Levelling him with a shrewd look that seemed to promise that her sights was far more than just 'enhanced' as her lips pulled into a taught expression, a feigned.. sharp grin.]

Klaus the German Tank is running around wrecking shit out there seemingly on whim alone. You uh.. I mean you got a handful of elites just, abusing the absolute shit outta their power and I'm not talking an infection. Fights are breaking out in rings practicing is supposed to happen in.. but you're deciding to come down on uh.. on me? For my own safety and those around me?

[Her tone was growing more and more abrasively sarcastic as that harsh smile never quite left her face. Her palms perched on her hips as she looked around with a low laugh and a shake of her head.]

Well damn, Boss Man. I mean, I salute you. Most people would accuse you of uhh, you know. Overcompensating or browbeating or.. pff.. [She shrugged as if she were struggling to find the right term in the myriad of words in her brain.] bullying.  ..But me? I got you. You're just trying to keep this place nice. [Her grin fell, sober and serious as dark, challenging eyes met his. The barbs in her tone and words were just barely masked as her head tilted, brow knitting.]

Safe. For everyone. Right? So thanks for that wealth of fuckin' concern. But I don't think I'm going to go Postal any time soon.

[summers-buffy]

[demolitionwcman]

charlie-freakin-essex·:

UNIT PATROL || charlie & ada

[[ Charlie arches an eyebrow at ‘contraband’ before he can’t help a faint shrug. There were aspects of his duties he took exceptionally seriously and, well. Things he took less so. He certainly didn’t think that not busting someone for cigarettes or alcohol they shouldn’t have would cost him too many alignment points, and also, this was the freaking apocalypse. Just because it was a game to Charlie didn’t mean he had any intention of making things miserable for others.

Not in the same ways, anyhow. He supposed some of that came from supporting a faction such as the NWRF, but that, of course, stemmed from an assumption that the Uninfected were going to need protecting one day. That was different. Or, so Charlie tended to tell himself.

In any event, it intrigues him that Ada doesn’t seem afraid of him, other than that obvious initial startle. She’s certainly content to call him ridiculous nicknames, though they seem just shy of genuinely making fun and more for the entertainment factor. So, he smiles and shrugs again. ]] Just doing my rounds, like I said. You certainly don’t seem like someone needing saving. And it’s Charlie, by the way. Not ‘cowboy,’ not ‘Howdy Doody’ – Charlie. [[ He says so good-naturedly, since if nothing else, the nicknames are amusing. And borderline spot-on. ]] Any reasons I should be paying attention to lil ol’ you?

[Ada was.. for lack of a better word, more often abrasive than not. Impulsive as hell and though she wasn't the Colony's biggest shit starter, she sure as shit wasn't the most innocent person here in this shit-show either. Though literally being found in a prison probably gave the Elite a reason or two not to trust her that wasn't exactly the unfounded bullshit that was her 'infection'. Just because she see trouble coming from about 20 miles away instead of one and could get into people's heads in the literal sense, didn't exactly mean that a leg up on anyone here. Much less half of the angry, volatile people in Torren. If the constant pissing contests had anything to do with it, that was.

When the tall, blonde man grinned down at her, despite her caustic comments, her brows furrowed slightly as the young woman lapsed into silence and regarded him. Now that she'd calmed down from the man scaring the absolute shit out of her, she took him in in a different light. A momentarily calm, almost pensive expression that seemed to heavily imply that she was taking in more than just what was right in front of her. This man was an Elite.. yeah. But there was something different to him than most of the other Elites that she couldn't seem to get to crawl out of her ass. He seemed friendly.. if not aggressively so.

Her fists perched on her hips as her head tilted slightly. Listening to his friendly push, his insistence that his name was not any of the monikers she'd assigned him, and the corner of her mouth twitched up in a haphazard little grin as her head tilted. So far, she didn't hate the guy. Sure, he was like. Ridiculously attractive in one of those extra symmetrical, old school summer block-buster hits that really rarely could be seen in the apocalypse. Usually that level of pretty either got beat out of you, or you pulled so much shit your outsides started looking as twisted as your insides. A scar along her jawline that her hair usually hid and a few over her left rib from a few nasty fights in the prison proved that point to her. But this mother fucker, flawless. It was almost disconcernting.. if not at least a little fun to look at.

At his words, her grin widened slightly and she gave a 'what can you do' shrug, one hand lifting into the air palm up.]

Haven't done anything wrong recently, Charlie-boy. [She stated, as if she were physically incapable of not provoking him with another little nickname as she took a bold step forward]

How about you, big guy? There a reason you're wondering around dark hallways like a cliche slasher sociopath and not trolling the rooms for shit to get mad at like the rest of the legitimate sociopaths?  [She didn't seem to have a filtering bone in her body, given the fact that half the things she said to him would get her in deep shit.. and given the fact that it was said with a wide, shameless grin. She might be fully aware that that smile and those big dark eyes tended to take the bite out of even her shittiest comments.]

[elvedapitircik-deactivated20230]

[auideas]

I’m made up of black coffee, untamed hair, and poorly supressed anger.

The Never Book (via dxnamis)

[demolitionwcman]

Barracuda- closed starter

@diederick-dmornay​

[Reflection. It was.. well. For lack of a better word, bullshit. Then again, everything these days seemed to be bullshit when Ada thought about it. She wasn't even going to get into the fact that the end of the world happened and still she'd been ushered from one prison into another and she was just.. so sick of the rules. As if she were a child, as if she were incompetent of making any decisions for her own. Shit, she was mothered more in this place than she'd ever actually been on the road with her own mother. Except, you know, there was all of the prejudice and straight up comic book powers that really didn't seem to do anything for her but make life harder. Hell.. the only reason she ever even really used her power, to communicate, was null and void. Given she trusted no one but Isha to talk to that way and honestly.. she didn't even want to actually talk to half of these people. The chores, the 'contraband', the fucking 'propaganda.' And what was worse, what was absolutely one of the worst parts.. was the 'reflection hour'.

At lease none of the other crap the Elites forced on her and the other infected 'for their own good' wasn't quite as completely, mind-numbingly, absolutely boring as hell.

Ada leaned back, the scrape of her chair blatant in the abject silence of the mostly empty room as she sighed heavily. Another loud sound. Palms splayed on the wood of the table she was sitting at as large dark eyes began flicking around. The ceiling, the windows, the man before her who was supervising this, he was pretty, but her attention was currently fleeting as the hands that had been splayed on the table started to absently drum. At first it was nothing but a cacophany of slams that started silent and got louder.. but eventually it seemed to evolve into a very.. crude and rudimentary version of Barracuda by Heart as her head started to bob to the rhythm, not seeming to care whether or not she was annoying the only other person in the fuckin' room.]

[demolitionwcman]

Bristling-- Ada/Clove

[demolitionwcman]

clove-modius·:

{It’s hardly a secret that the unrest and unease which have been spreading through the colony like wildfire are putting the NWRF on edge; they’re too thinly spread as is in a colony holding more infected than healthy, even the slightest hint of an idea of rebellion enough to endanger their still seedling government. 

Clove has yet to catch someone in the act of actively criticising Quinn or HQ, but at this point he’s sure it’s only a matter of time. Already it’s becoming more and more obvious in the way people gather up to whisper and conspire when they think no one’s looking, and while he does make a point to remind everyone that total privacy is a sham, their cameras still catch too many unsettling sights.

And yet even with Suki working hard to get most of the building’s cameras up and running again, there’s still more ground than they can cover from the security office alone, so Clove makes it his business to constantly be aware of any potential threats. Alongside Delma, Clove’s own house seems to boast a fair amount of any such wannabe conspirers. It makes surveillance easier, but brings with it the tedious task of face-to-face conversation with many of the infected.

He finds no joy in hunting down potential troublemakers like a scolding teacher might penalise a misbehaving student, and even less so when it comes to the likes of Ada. Clove approaches her like one might a feral dog caught in a trap, unbothered that she can see right through his forced stoicism. There’s little point in trying to be civil with her - he’s learnt that the hard and tedious way - and yet he refuses to let her sharp cornered attitude and venomous snark phase him.}

I can assure you, luck has nothing to do with my presence. I need a word with you. Let’s make it quick, for both our sakes. I’d hate to bother {be near} you any longer than necessary.

[The entirety of Ada's body language seemed to shift the moment she'd caught sight of the head of her house. Into something inherently and entirely defensive and stand-offish. She could see, even the way he was approaching her, both a mixture of fluidity and about as rigid as that stick he must have wedged all the way up his ass that caused the point of her chin to jut up slightly. Caused her eyes to narrow slightly with the way he seemed to approach her with a caution that seemed almost facetious. Ada got the feeling this mother fucker wasn't really afraid of anything... and she couldn't quite tell if it was because he'd faced just that much shit on the outside of these walls.. or if that was a really nice bluff. It was unnerving when she couldn't figure it out.. she just wasn't sure if that said more about him, or her own perception. Maybe she was getting soft.

Her nose wrinkled at that thought... and then at the young mans sharp, controlled words as he addressed her immediately, and directly. She knew she probably should appreciate even this man's particular brand of directness, but honestly the way he looked at her pissed her off so much that she'd much rather give that arrogant mouth a right cross instead.

She'd been staring at Clove, somewhat blankly as he spoke to her. Telling her how he'd hate to bother her, and her gaze snapped to attention finally as he finished and brows rose as she shot him a grin and nodded.]

Wanna step into my office?

[She asked, before not exactly asking or caring what Clove had to say to her. Dipping into the closest empty room.  She wasn't sure what the man was after, but the last thing she wanted to do was give him a power to embarrass her in public. She leaned back against the wall of the empty room as she watched Clove, brows furrowed as she regarded him.  She couldn't quite trust his caution, she couldn't really trust anything he did. Then again, he couldn't quite trust her either.

Her brows rose as she looked at him, as if challenging him to just tell her what he wanted.]

What's up, buttercup?

[kip-whitmer]

easy as pi | kip & ada

[demolitionwcman]

kip-whitmer·:

[A gateway to hell. Kip snorts. He’s so, so glad they live in more progressive times where board games weren’t considered the work of the devil. You get enough flack from the cool crowd for playing it, the last thing he needs is judgement from the religious crowd, too.

He’s not sensing any judgement from Ada. Amusement, possibly, but he doesn’t believe it’s at his expense. Kip nudges at her boots with his knuckles, as if to say: ‘oi, feet off the table’. She elicits that sort of easy comfort, where you feel at home messing around even before you know her name.] 

And that doesn’t tempt you? Jeez, live a little. It’s already the end times, what harm’s a little demonic summoning and virgin sacrifice?

[At the young man's snort, that enigmatic grin, a pretty, brash one of her own as she shifted up to lean back on the chair she'd been sitting on. The foot he'd nudged shifted to the edge of the table and leaned the chair back as she teetered on the back two legs. Wobbling haphazardly, her fingers pushed into the front pockets of Ada's overlarge hoodie as dark eyes regarded Kip with a look that seemed to be taking in more than just the given appearance. As if running a scanner over him, her head tilted slightly.]

Not the boss of me. [She tossed out flippantly as she lifted herself slightly, trying to take a look at what he was actually working on as she gave another low laugh at his words.] Oh shit. This post apocalyptic shit doesn't count as hell? I mean. I guess I see it, I'm seeing a really fuckin' disappointing lack of sex- [One hand lifted to count her finger off of one, then the other and the other to emphasize.] drugs, and like.. very little rock and roll. [The brunette tossed off. brusque and quick and damned talented at using that sharp tongue to dissuade one from looking too deep into the surface of the young woman even as those big dark eyes drank in every detail she could.

After a moment, her chin jerked toward what he was actually working on.] So what's so important that the greatest adventure has to wait for it?

[demolitionwcman]

charlie-freakin-essex·:

UNIT PATROL || charlie & ada

Nothing, I guess. [[ Charlie opts for bluntness, since she already seems to him like a gal who would appreciate that kind of approach. He takes a moment to size her up in the same way she is him, even as his shoulders give an easy shrug once his hands are stuffed in his pockets, crossing further into the room but not quite far enough to put himself within the spray coming in from the window. ]] But unless they added ‘no smoking’ to the mandate without telling me, I think you’re in the clear as far as I’m concerned.

[[ Ada seems to be eyeing him with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, and Charlie doesn’t blame her. It’s a look he’s become intimately familiar with as NWRF enforcement, particularly from the likes of the Infected. If she weren’t suspicious of him, then he’d really have to question her motives. Or her intelligence. ]]

At this point it’s more of a polite suggestion, but if you feel like lighting another one up in such close proximity to broken glass, I can’t technically stop you. [[ He points out with an easier smile, turning a squint towards the blustering, vacant window panes. Charlie does, however, idly assume that he could physically stop her; he only wonders what kind of counter Ada could pull with something like telepathy, and he’s pretty sure he doesn’t want to throw caution to the wind to find out. ]]

[All Ada could do was regard the man. She stood there in the darkening shadows that the whisps of curtains had managed to make look like some kind of haunted house. Trails of flaring white material and the occasional explosion of lightning that brought every exhausted feature of large dark eyes and dark curls that were unkempt and almost too big for her tiny frame into stark relief. There was something about him that seemed.. well. It seemed fucking off. She didn't exactly need enhanced sight to see that. Though as dark eyes narrowed and her arms crossed, she couldn't exactly place it here in this room.

He seemed. Friendly. Almost fucking aggressively so. That bright, friendly smile and features that looked like he came straight out of one of those old romance novels. Where some asshole moves through time and literally checks off every single bit of the list for it. Bright smile, friendly as shit demeanor.. the kind of features that were so ridiculously ruggedly handsome and golden boy tier that it had Ada's eyes narrowing slightly in distrust just from the fucking look of him. Her arms crossing over her chest and every one of her walls up. Sure.. maybe if it had been before the end, she might have considered him an easy con. Maybe someone fun to flirt with, to play with, to absolutely fleece the shit out of. But as it stood now. No one in a world like this could just easily get by being.. well.. this fucking friendly.]

Tell that to the last guy who reamed me for 'contraband', Howdy Doody..

[She stated. Her tone was caustic and sharp but there was a hesitance there as Ada continued to regard him. She wasn't certain what was going on here but it just felt.. off. Pushing a hand through the wild curls, she tossed a casual glance toward the soaked pack of cigarettes, before giving it a disgusted glance and lifting it for him to see.]

Besides. Doesn't really matter now. It's just.. wet paper. But how about.. you tell me something, big guy. There a reason that in the middle of a big, super scary storm.. you're paying attention to lil' ol me?

[writingquotes-deactivated201509]

My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out don’t care that they are naked, there is something burning in here.

Andrea Gibson  (via anditslove)

[breakdown-thewallss]

[annie-perrault]

that and a dime / ada & annie

[demolitionwcman]

annie-perrault·:

@demolitionwcman

[So if Annie is going to be absolutely, completely honest, the first thing she noticed about Ada wasn’t the coffee. She’s just really pretty and Annie had been looking, and then she’d noticed that Ada often had coffee, and it was never the stuff they served in the dining hall. She had her own supply, somehow, from somewhere.

So there’s this beautiful, coffee-having person just stomping around in her big boots and shooting off swear words in a way that makes her entirely intimidating. Annie’s never going to actually talk to her. She just… likes to look. Which is why she notices when, during breakfast, Ada gets up and leaves.

Without her coffee. And she’s not been here long enough to have finished it. Generally Annie’s routine is to wait till after breakfast, when everyone’s left, and then she’ll drink the dregs of coffee from people’s cups. But she’s not going to waste this opportunity. She scurries on in to take Ada’s seat, head down, sort of hoping that maybe the dark hair and dark eyes is enough that people won’t… notice. She’s not going to pretend it’s a great plan, but she’ll do anything for coffee, including sacrificing her dignity.

Nobody takes much notice as she wraps her hands around the mug, and she takes a greedy sip. It’s still hot, and it’s better than the cup Corbin had poured for her in the kitchens even, and for just a second she feels like she might be happy. That is, until she opens her eyes and realises Ada has come back.

Fuck.]

Uhh… [Annie stares at her, like a deer caught in the headlights.] I… don’t have a good excuse for this… 

[For Ada.. personal blisses were few and pretty fucking far between. So when she got herself a handful or even a bagful of true.. quality espresso, she sure as shit enjoyed it. She sat silently above her lunch, one of the seldom few instances of true absolute silence really anyone could get from her. Her elbow rested on the table and her palm hooked against her cheekbone as her eyes drifted closed and she inhaled softly. Catching the deep, earthy sent of stale.. albeit damn strong espresso.

For just a little fuckin'  bit for every morning, she could pretend that everything was normal again. Well.. kind of depended on your definition of normal was.. considering hers was either car and motel hopping or prison. But at least when she was in prison it was because of something she did.. not her infection. Her nostrils flared for a moment as she self corrected, if she were being perfectly honest she had been in prison because of something Danny did but she wasn't up for ruining her morning so she simply inhaled that strong acrid scent of unsweetened espresso and took a long drink. Revelling in the way the bitterness and the floral and brazil nut flavor exploded on her tongue and the way the scalding coffee felt in her sore throat and empty stomach. What was the saying? Enjoy the little things?

She put it off as long as possible, getting up and continuing her day in the literal post apocalyptic world. Something she couldn't quite seem to get over. Had she accepted it? Well yeah.. she sort of had no choice but to accept it or go batshit. But she couldn't get over it. Even now. She had to remind herself in the morning as she woke up on a stiff.. uncomfortable cot that it was a wasteland out there. That she was hated just because of something she couldn't control.. and Ada had to admit. Before all this.. every shitty thing that came her way.. she kind of brought it on herself. But this. The sight and the telepathy and the all out fucking hostility she got from people she barely spoke to on a daily basis.. it just..

It fuckin sucked.

With a scoff of annoyance as she realized she couldn't put starting her day and dealing with about a shit billion people that had nothing but disdain for her, she pushed to a stand and grabbed her barely touched tray of food. Stalking off toward the exit and tossing the food, she got halfway down the hall before her suspiciously empty hand reminded her that her dumb ass went and just left her coffee in the lunchroom.

Awesome. Ada. Great start, you're doing fuckin' fantastic...

She hissed the self deprecating words beneath her breath as she spun on her heel and walked back into the room.. before pausing in her tracks at what greeted her. A young woman with dark curls and wide doe eyes and this inherently innocent look about her that.. despite her similar features to Ada.. she barely recognized the similarities. This girl was pretty.. but in a way entirely foreign than Ada.. which was strange given their strikingly similar appearances. And the girl was bent over her cup.. literally.. nose deep in the almost full coffee cup. Her brows rose in surprise and her head tilted slightly as she stood there. A literal low 'uuuuhh..' trailed from her throat as the young girl spoke.

She absorbed the words.. the image before her, and after glancing around at the mostly empty room now, she decided that her next obligation could go fuck itself. You know. Curiousity killed the cat and all that.

Her lips twitched, half curving upward in a rueful, blunt smile as her arms crossed over her chest. The girl didn't seem like the type that would vandalize her only haven.. but then again. Ada didn't look like the type to roam the countryside stealing and conning so. She could appreciate the old addage that appearances were deceptive.]

Yeah sorry sugar but I'm going to have to ask you to at least... try. Did you like.. spit in that? Do you want a drink? There's a lot of ways this coulda been going.

[demolitionwcman]

charlie-freakin-essex·:

UNIT PATROL || charlie & ada

[[ The response is so sharp and sudden and her use of “cowboy” so unexpected that Charlie can’t help a brief punch of a laugh. He’s not sure if she’s immediately pegged his American accent or if she just enjoys throwing that descriptor out whenever she gets the chance. Regardless, his demeanor relaxes into something more neutral as he shakes his head and crosses the floor.

Charlie is good with names and faces when he wants to be, and he recognizes her immediately: Ada Woollacott. She’s security class three, for starters, which is a dubious honor that has to be specifically earned – unlike class two, which you can receive just for being Infected. She’s also the only one on record at Colony 22 for the equally dubious honor of dual Infections, meaning Ada’s been on his radar in a big way. He just hasn’t decided what kind of way. She could be significant in the singular danger department, or maybe she stands out because she’s meant to be an ally. Maybe now’s his chance to better assess it. ]]

Cowboy, that’s a good one. I’m just doing rounds, you can relax. [[ He holds a hand up and then gestures to the window. ]] Pretty sure you can find somewhere less dangerous to have a smoke than next to a broken window in a windstorm, though. Just a thought.

[Ada still looked like, well, like she'd gotten the shit scared out over. Long unruly dark curls were damp and wind-blown and looked midnight black in the half darkened room as overlarge eyes peered widely up at him. Looking like she got caught with her hand in the cookie jar. And honestly, when it came down to it all metaphorically.. she was. One damp hand clung to a crumpled pack of likely ruined smokes as two fingers of the other hand held a lighter that even before now was on it's last little bit of fluid. She'd tensed the moment she'd exploded in a temper, especially once she'd realized that this massive blonde man was pretty fucking positively an elite. Her expression managing to portray both a small amount of panic in pretty big eyes and a strike of defiance as her chin lifted, waiting for his response.

And it.. hadn't been what she'd expected at all. As he laughed, a sharp bark of laughter, she paused and her brows furrowed in confusion at his words. God, how the fuck could she not call him a cowboy? The way he stormed in here, all brash and loud and guns a blazing. Shit, even those picture perfect.. honestly offensively symmetrical features screamed that he was probably the hero of whatever story he played out before this whole apocalypse shtick. As opposed to her.. the Bonnie to a real fuckin' mouthy Clyde. When he continued to speak, though, telling her how she could just relax and above all else doing little more than teasing her about having a smoke, her expression shifted suddenly. A brief glimpse of the intelligence beneath the quick rush to hostility and big doe eyes, she watched him with a wealth of suspicion.

Her nose wrinkled slightly as she regarded the male, her gaze flickering down to her pack of wet smokes and back up to him in slow deliberate moments of consideration as the cogs in her mind seemed to be turning in how to respond to this. The slight blip of hesitation, before she lifted her hand to push it through the damp curls. When she spoke, it was clear she was toe-ing the line with the handsome.. but possibly threatening 'stranger.']

Yeah.. fat chance with a wet pack of smokes and about half the populace outside just looking to nail my ass for a minor infraction.. what's to say you're any different?

[whitefluffyyeti]

[extrasad]

my mother’s trust issues are leaking into my chest and I’ve got my father’s nose and his tendency to stop calling back so I’m sorry about the 9 missed calls I have from you and the 6 voicemails I never played I swear I’d love you if I could

(via brit-rps)