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Deputy Carlotta "CC" crawford Indie fc5 + fcnd rp blog written by ivymarquis

[deputyxcc]

Here’s the link for CC’s Navi so that mobile users can check out her about/verses/rules/etc!

[deputyxcc]

We’re moving!

My life will be infinitely easier if I make CC her own main blog rather than trying to function off of my main with her as a sideblog. Here we go!

@deputyxcc -> @xdeputycc 

[screnwriter-deactivated20220724]

injury prompts

“ how bad is it? “ “ it’s bad. “

“ let me have a look… “

“ how long has it been like this? “

'' are you injured? ''

“ i need to show you something. “

“ don’t freak out. “

“ you all right? “

'' you're not gonna pass out, right? ''

'' that's gross. ''

“ is that blood? “

“ holy shit... “

'' how are you not dead? ''

“ who did this to you? “

'' hey, look at me. look at me. who did this to you? ''

“ tell me who did this to you. “

'' holy cow... ''

[outrageous explanation for their injury] '' really? that's the excuse you're going for? ''

'' it's literally a mosquito bite... ''

'' i'm a little dizzy... ''

'' sit down for a moment, will you? ''

“ let me look at you… “

“ i'm sorry i didn't tell you earlier. “

“ someone has to take a look at this. “

“ that doesn't look good. “

“ does it hurt? “

'' what's that behind your back? '' '' well... it's certainly not a zombie bite... ''

“ are you okay with me touching you? “

'' sit still. '' '' i'm fine. '' '' you're bleeding. ''

'' oh my god… ''

'' are you hurt? ''

“ does that hurt? can you feel your fingers? “

“ let me know if there’s anything i can do. “

“ looks pretty rough to me. “ “ i’ll manage. “

'' it's nothing... ''

[character tripped over a rock] '' you're a fucking idiot... ''

'' hurts like hell, but i've been through worse. ''

'' you need any help with that? ''

'' let me bandage that up for you. ''

'' i could have died. '' '' don't be so dramatic. ''

“ let me clean that for you... “

“ i've got a survival kit in my car. let me go grab it. “

“ i can't believe you kept this to yourself all this time... how did nobody notice? “

“ hey, let me take a look... “

'' MY HAND IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR BURGER. '' '' shit, fine, let's have a look... ''

“ are you equipped to deal with this? “ “ most absolutely not. “

“ it's more or less healed up. “ “ are you sure? looks infected to me. “

“ you need to see a doctor. “

'' it doesn't hurt. ''

“ don't touch it! “

“ how did this happen? “

“ this is gonna sting motherfucker... “

“ it's my fault. i did this to myself. “

'' it's just a scratch. i'll be fine. ''

[strongnotweak]

Heyo! Let’s get a new Far Cry 5 RPC Master List going because it’s been ages since I’ve seen one. You know the drill. Reblog and add your important info in the tags such as Character Name, if they’re a canon/oc/crossover if your muse is — you guessed it, a canon, original character, or a character with a crossover verse for Far Cry 5. Additionally please add if you’re a single muse or multimuse blog. All are welcome. 

Jr. Deputy blogs tag yours as “Rook” because they’re technically both canon and an OC and I think this is best to avoid confusion…for me.

While this isn’t a set list for other Far Cry games those muses are welcome to jump on this post if they have a FC5 verse/interested in interacting with FC5 muses.

I’ll keep this updated and such but if at any time you want to be taken off for any reason just throw me an ask. Please ONLY roleplay blogs reblog this. Thank you. 

Ex.  #𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗶 𝗣𝗿𝗮𝘁𝘁/𝗖𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻/𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲  #𝗛𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗕𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗽/𝗥𝗼𝗼𝗸/𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲  #𝗕𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗬𝗼𝗱𝗮/𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿/𝗠𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶 

List to be updated below

There’s nothing here yet. reblog this shiet so I can add to it. >:3

[deputyxcc]

open for threads

Don’t they know it’s the end of the world?

Indie FC5 + FCND RP Blog

“CC” AKA Rook | 36 in FC5, 53 in FCND

[moonpiehelps]

you can’t protect everyone.

                                                 I have to Try.

[deputyxcc]

“Hey I can hear you- Hello?”

A stranger's voice was the one who answered. That shouldn't be a surprise at all to CC. She, however, would be lying if she said she hadn't hoped for a familiar voice. Sharky, Adelaide, Jerome- Hell, even the Sheriff.

There was security in known resistance members, the safety of not falling into peggie hands. CC's immediate concern (aside from dying) was continuing to evade capture from the cult. Even now she was trying to think through the logistics of trying to get this mysterious stranger to her without raising the alarm.

Or rather, she was- until she tried to move again and the room started spinning. CC was starting to realize and begrudgingly accept how dire her situation was. Rather quickly she found herself not caring if it was Faith Seed herself on the other end of the radio.

“I'm two miles north of Nolan's Fly Shop. Damn cougar caught me good and I'm out of med packs.”

Hopefully her potential savior was nearby and not up in the whitetails- frankly she wasn't sure how much longer she had left in her before the blood loss finally got to her.

[deputyxcc]

Open Starter

To say the whole Eden's Gate situation had CC stressed was the understatement of the year. When tasked with bringing the Testy Festy to fruition, she'd delivered (at the expense of some extremely upset bulls-turned-steers) in spades.

Having done such a spectacular job of making the festival a success, the deputy rewarded herself with an extremely (in her opinion) well deserved drink. Or three. Or maybe CC was shitfaced- she was still able to get a perfect score busting balloons with a slingshot either way.

Could anyone blame her? The past months had been spent wound tighter than a spring, unable to let her guard down. Maybe she was overcompensating, but for the first time since “The Reaping” began she was able to relax.

Safety in numbers and all that. Until CC wandered (re: drunkenly stumbled) away from the rest of the group into the woods. Because that was definitely a good idea (and where the hell were her friends?). The stumbling came to a halt when she fell on her face, mouth full of dirt. It took a second to roll over onto her back, sputtering somewhat while she summoned the will to stand up again.

Boots crunching the dirt above her head earned her attention, CC tilting her neck to peer at the person in question. “Hi,” she slurred before giggling. “I know you!”

[deputyxcc]

“Nothing I can do to stop it? Have you met me? It might take me a hot second but I've yet to have you people present a problem I can't solve. I'll be out of here before you know it and back to blowing your shit sky high.”

All words, and meaningless ones at that until she could figure out a way to escape. The chance would present itself, she just had to wait. “So what exactly do you think you'll be making me do? Because becoming a whimpering little puppy sitting at your heels isn't exactly my thing.”

[deputyxcc]

"Your baby brother failed to ‘persuade’ me” ie torture her into submission, “so don’t expect to have much more luck than he did.” Doing what was necessary for survival was a concept she was well acquainted with- thus far, however, she hadn’t needed to yield to the brothers. Waiting for a simple mis-step and fleeing like a bat out of hell had worked this long and she was banking on her luck not running out quite yet. The music box held her full attention, curiosity turning into confusion. Her brows drew together, perplexed at how jarring and out of place the song sounded out here. “Is that... The Platters? Why are you serenading me with love songs?”

[deputyxcc]

“We're not wolves. And leaving people- who you've kidnapped- half starved in literal cages exposed to the elements isn't “training”.”

She was in quite a pickle to be talking trash about his methods, being one of the kidnapped people in a cage, but she'd bide her time until she could make her next move. Most of her day was spent observing the guards and what rotations they made that she could see from her little kennel.

She also knew the cages and exposure just the start of it- she did the same thing with problematic horses who didn't want to play the game. CC would make herself the center of their world so they were utterly dependent on her until they changed their tune. Most came around quickly, others took longer. However she was convinced that since she knew how the game was played (or at least knew one angle he could be trying to play), she could change her fate and reaction.

“I'm not playing your psych 101 crap, and when I get out of here you're going to realize you'd of been better served just leaving us the hell alone.”

[cullthcherd]

@deputyxcc

Jacob glared at the deputy. Everything he did was for the good of his family. He didnt care about the shit Joseph spewed out to the believers but what he did care about was the fact this person was ruining everything.

“If you left when originally asked, none of this would of happened. You made it worse than what was truly happening. These people believes in something and you cause a war.” Jacob shifted in his seat slightly and leaned forward. “What do you get out of killing us? Freedom? No, you will never be free. It will haunted you for the rest of your life.”

[deputyxcc]

An unchecked snort escaped her as he says she can fix this by leaving. “And leave everyone in the County to your mercy? Even if your foot soldiers weren’t blocking every road out of here, I can’t leave them to the wolves.”

It’s the only thing keeping her from stealing a helicopter and saying to hell with all of them. The resistance ran her like a dog since most of the other members had no experience with this sort of thing; regular people rising to the occasion despite their faults.

“You ever consider you and yours could go back to just minding your own damn business? Who are you to decide who is too weak to live, anyway?”

It wasn’t that simple. It never was. It was jarring to think about how steadfast everyone was in their commitment to the project. They genuinely thought they were doing the right thing and she couldn’t fathom how far they had to reach to think they were actually the good guys.

[deputyxcc]

(don’t they know it’s the end of the world?)

[cullthcherd]

@deputyxcc

Jacob glared at the deputy. Everything he did was for the good of his family. He didnt care about the shit Joseph spewed out to the believers but what he did care about was the fact this person was ruining everything.

“If you left when originally asked, none of this would of happened. You made it worse than what was truly happening. These people believes in something and you cause a war.” Jacob shifted in his seat slightly and leaned forward. “What do you get out of killing us? Freedom? No, you will never be free. It will haunted you for the rest of your life.”

[deputyxcc]

It was a rare thing for CC to be stunned beyond words, but there she was- stunned. The eldest Seed was high roading her like the Peggies didn't do heinous shit every day to people trying to live their own lives. “Before your crazy ass brother started kidnapping people and the other one started carving into them, I had killed exactly zero people. It takes two to start a war; if your family had left the County alone and kept to yourself we wouldn't have had to step in.”

He was right about one thing- killing them never felt good. CC was well aware of the orphans and widows and widowers she left in her wake. She didn't sleep well anymore. But she didn't have time to sleep now a days, with a resistance to support and intel to deliver.

“Do you think I like this? Do you think I enjoy any of this? I do what has to be done.”

[deputyxcc]

Her attention remained entirely fixated on what he was doing moreso than saying. His posture, what he was looking at, every inflection of his voice.

She’s not surprised he’s comfortable enough to sprawl out in a chair in front of her. After all- he’s in his own compound with enemy #1 locked in a cage.

The urge to quip, to fight back with her words, was strong but she bit her tongue. She’s so keen on watching she can’t quite think of any cracks to make as he drolls on about her fighting the inevitable.

It’s going to take more than an arrow and some time in a cage to make her lose hope of escape. The music box was a quaint little touch, and her resolve to shut the hell up breaks as The Platters start up around them. “What, going to train me like a trick horse to dance to music? Cute.”

But then she also doesn’t quite realize the full extent of what she’s dealing with- not yet, at least.

[allleyezzonme]

You know what strength is? Forgiving a person who wasn’t even sorry.

[gingeralefanclub-deactivated201]

not to be dramatic but i would literally rather die

[deputyxcc]

Peaches was the best cougar in all of Hope County (Adelaide, of course, being a close second) but at the moment CC was hard pressed to love anything about the killer kitties as a whole right now.

A wild one had sprung up out of nowhere on her, latching onto her side and kicking with those back legs.

Her firearm wasn't the most effective weapon to take out a pissed off cougar, but her hands were figuratively tied and the handgun was the easiest to reach. Firing a few rounds she finally got the damn thing to go limp on top of her and got to experience the joy of shoving a dead cougar off whilst bleeding half to death.

She'd most assuredly had worse injuries, but that was typically with people around to help her and staunch the worst of the bleeding. Now? Now she was alone in the woods, bleeding and in need of a hand to help her limp back to camp.

It was risky to call for help but she was screwed if she didn't. At least the cult (mostly) wanted her alive- if the heralds heard her call they'd (hopefully) keep her alive long enough to figure a way to freedom. Should some stragglers chance across her or another wild animal? Well, in that case CC would be well and truly screwed.

Reaching for her radio, she decided to see how lucky she was today.

“Hello? Can anyone hear me? It's Deputy Rook. I need help.”