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David's eyebrows rose in amusement, watching her face for any indication of a lie. /He/ had been practically unconscious last time he'd seen her, if he was recalling correctly. "So if he's around here, why haven't you called for him yet? Are you worried I'll get to you before he does? How did you phrase it again...?" With a chuckle, he pointed the gun more squarely at her forehead, applying a risky amount of pressure to the trigger, and stepped forward. "I'll put one right between your eyes?"

"Because I can kill you before I need to," The girl replied, the response so quick it was like the lash of a whip and did not allow for the filter inside her brain to process it. It hung in the air, the tension like razor sharp piano wire as she felt the weight. She may just have made a grave mistake; it was not wise taunting a man who had long since before snapped completely by her own hand. Now was not the time to be a wise-ass; this was a very, very serious situation.

Maybe it was fear or maybe she thought she actually had a chance, but snow kicked up around her heels as she shot sideways, bolting. Her feet dug deep in the snow as she threw herself past the sparse trees, her back hitting her spine almost angrily as she tried desperately to dodge and weave in between trees and get through the banks. If she could just get across the banks. That’s all she needed. Just get through the banks.

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The girl hobbled to her feet, hissing as he dared touch her. She could have gotten up just fine on her own — but, then again, David wasn’t about set to let her out of his sight. There was a dull sound as Ellie grated her teeth back and forth, seething. This same routine was repeated, until she fell again and was only able to be supported by his harsh yanking.

We’re going to somewhere a little more private.

Private. Ellie”s mind surged into hyperactivity and her pulse raced, fear flooding through her veins. Shit, her leg hurt — there was no guarantee of escape, that was for sure. But she could still fight back. Despite the pale color of her face, despite the very gradual light-headed feeling growing by the minute, she yanked on him, using the momentum to swing her good leg up and nail him in the ribs.

Her back hit the snow squarely, knocking her head back, but she didn’t care. Let him be pissed. Let him shoot her. Joel would find her body and would find him, would identify him by the scars across his face. If she died, David didn’t have a game to play. So she aimed another kick up at his arm, his hand still firmly clenched above her elbow. It was not just spite driving her actions — no, there was the struggle for survival, the bite of fear and animalistic instinct.

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Things were relatively peaceful, with nothing more than the soft crunch of snow and creak of trees-- no screaming from the girl, no Infected in the woods. He could almost let himself relax and enjoy his triumph, if even for a few minutes.

Until (of course) Ellie decided to fight back and a sharp pain snapped in his ribs, Ellie's weight dragging him down as she kicked at him, nailing him in the side, and aiming to hit him again. The second kick landed on his arm and he yelled out, both in pain and in fury. How dare she retaliate at this point. It was useless and she knew it; he was in control. He had the weapons, the strength, the health she didn't, and her attempts would lead to nothing. All this was doing was causing him needless pain.

Snarling, the man caught his bearings and then reached down and grabbed Ellie by her jacket. With all his anger in his actions, he slammed the girl against the nearest tree. She would understand the order of this before he hauled her away to the shed he'd picked out.

"Listen here, you little shit," he spat, slapping her firmly across the face so that the skin on her cheek glowed red. A hand slipped to her throat, fingers tensed threateningly around it. "You're not getting out of here regardless, so you might as well make it easier on both of us, huh? The more you struggle, the worse it'll be."

#abuse #so much abuse #violent and squicky?#borderline torture #torture #roleplay #thefireflycargo

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David's eyebrows rose in amusement, watching her face for any indication of a lie. /He/ had been practically unconscious last time he'd seen her, if he was recalling correctly. "So if he's around here, why haven't you called for him yet? Are you worried I'll get to you before he does? How did you phrase it again...?" With a chuckle, he pointed the gun more squarely at her forehead, applying a risky amount of pressure to the trigger, and stepped forward. "I'll put one right between your eyes?"

"Because I can kill you before I need to," The girl replied, the response so quick it was like the lash of a whip and did not allow for the filter inside her brain to process it. It hung in the air, the tension like razor sharp piano wire as she felt the weight. She may just have made a grave mistake; it was not wise taunting a man who had long since before snapped completely by her own hand. Now was not the time to be a wise-ass; this was a very, very serious situation.

Maybe it was fear or maybe she thought she actually had a chance, but snow kicked up around her heels as she shot sideways, bolting. Her feet dug deep in the snow as she threw herself past the sparse trees, her back hitting her spine almost angrily as she tried desperately to dodge and weave in between trees and get through the banks. If she could just get across the banks. That’s all she needed. Just get through the banks.

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She struggled slightly, but not near enough to be considered a serious attempt and definitely not enough to actually break free. It was merely defiance, something she would not let go. This was not something she would ever approve or be willing of, and he would know it to his very core. In a way, she was protected — if she was to die by David’s hand, the ‘crazy man’ would come seeking out David and would slaughter him just like the rest of the men at the University. Not to mention David’s entire purpose of being here would be all for nothing.

Still, it didn’t help her any.

She limped along, her right side dipping with each hobbling stride. On particularly rough spots she would hiss and shoot an incredibly ugly look at David, one that she even considered at one moment might actually make him keel over dead. Empty, silent threats, all of them. She could only hope that Joel would eventually find her and make them real.

"Where are we going, asshat?" The girl spat, admittedly with a bit short of breath. Her leg was starting to give out, and it was twice now that she had fallen and struggled to regain her feet. Now it was reduced to short little hops, her right leg half-dragging, half-hanging, completely useless.

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It wouldn't be long before Ellie's leg gave out from underneath her entirely, and her ability to walk was gone until it received some sort of medical care. She was his little rabbit, with her leg caught in a trap and injured, and now it was time for him to bring her back to his shed and cut her up. After all, it was only payback at this point, considering what she'd done to his face.

"We're going to somewhere a little more private," said David, watching as Ellie stumbled once more and shot him a glare poisonous enough to melt him like a puddle in the snow. But he only chuckled, grabbing her arm more firmly as he hauled her back to her feet. It wasn't too much longer, but he had a feeling that even with all her determination, he would be dragging her more than he already was once her leg gave out completely.

He really had missed her since they'd been separated, even if their last encounter had ended with her smashing his face with a sharp blade. Something about her spit-fire attitude and her endless determination-- hell, even her foul mouth-- made him enjoy her presence. There'd been others before her, little girls, lost, without their mothers and their fathers, looking for help and shelter, but she was special.

One of a kind, and he'd make sure to treat her as such.

#abuse #roleplay #thefireflycargo

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-Fresh Meat-

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”Not at all.” She wonders, for a brief moment, how a group would lose someone like that. Little girls wander, of course, but that’s why you always keep a close eye on them.

Sarah raises a brow for a moment. She was a good two or three days away from the motel. They had thought that the Big Lots in this town was full of supplies, but it, unfortunately, had been ransacked. And this guy seemed nice enough. “Why not? Th’name’s Sarah.”

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"Sarah, hmm? Nice to meet you. I'm David."

There was something about her that seemed just so slightly familiar. Something that ticked in the back of his mind and told him to keep an eye on her. Although his suspicions were likely misplaced-- she had been much friendlier than Ellie, introducing herself immediately and accepting his generous offers rather than shooing him away as though he were disgusting.

"Any particular reason you're up around this neck of the woods, Sarah?"

#roleplay #hardcoredrugdealer

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-Fresh Meat-

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She tried to rack her brain for anyone who matched that description, and none came to mind, unfortunately. “I haven’t seen anyone that looks like what you describe. Sorry. I’ll keep an eye out, though.”

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"If it wouldn't be too much of a bother," said the man with a small smile. The more eyes he had looking for Ellie, the better. He'd find her one day, and haul her back to give her what she deserved. But there were more immediate matters on hand and he looked at the woman in front of him.

"You look tired-- we've got a place to spare if you'd like to rest."

#((no it's fine!))#roleplay #hardcoredrugdealer

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David's eyebrows rose in amusement, watching her face for any indication of a lie. /He/ had been practically unconscious last time he'd seen her, if he was recalling correctly. "So if he's around here, why haven't you called for him yet? Are you worried I'll get to you before he does? How did you phrase it again...?" With a chuckle, he pointed the gun more squarely at her forehead, applying a risky amount of pressure to the trigger, and stepped forward. "I'll put one right between your eyes?"

"Because I can kill you before I need to," The girl replied, the response so quick it was like the lash of a whip and did not allow for the filter inside her brain to process it. It hung in the air, the tension like razor sharp piano wire as she felt the weight. She may just have made a grave mistake; it was not wise taunting a man who had long since before snapped completely by her own hand. Now was not the time to be a wise-ass; this was a very, very serious situation.

Maybe it was fear or maybe she thought she actually had a chance, but snow kicked up around her heels as she shot sideways, bolting. Her feet dug deep in the snow as she threw herself past the sparse trees, her back hitting her spine almost angrily as she tried desperately to dodge and weave in between trees and get through the banks. If she could just get across the banks. That’s all she needed. Just get through the banks.

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She hissed as he grabbed her hair, the air leaving her lungs quick through her clenched teeth in a bit of pain. Every fiber of her being wanted to maul him, to rake what nails she hadn’t managed to nip off during the long nights full of nightmares down his face. If it weren’t for the image of the dog staring back at her as David yanked her backwards, she would have. Confusion flitted so clearly across AK’s face it was agonizing. Leaving? Ellie? Ow? Danger? Joel? Ow? Leaving? He didn’t understand — the long whine followed her as she scuffled backwards, a grimace on her face as she raised a hand to clamp down on David’s wrist in an attempt to lessen his grip. “Stay,” She called, when the dog let out a particularly pathetic cry and struggled to stand, to follow. The last thing she needed was her bargain to be all for nothing — no doubt if the dog came dragging itself after them, he’d either kill himself in the process or David would shoot him again.

"Let me go!” She snarled, twisting away and wincing as she placed weight on her leg. Walkable, but the gait was erratic and sent prickles of pain all the way into her lower back. No hope of running, that much was for sure. It’d take her forever to get anywhere; she only hoped that Joel — if he ever came — would be wise enough to bring a horse. Or have the strength to carry half her weight. Fear struck her at the thought, but she quickly stuffed it. “I can fuckin’ walk on my own.”

At the mention of ‘little rabbit’, her throat closed up and Ellie’s pulse immediately quickened with fear. Run, little rabbit, he had chanted. Muttered it under his breath. Bolted towards her with a machete and a horrifying look in his eye that haunted her for months and months and even more afterwards. Run. Her fingers curled up into fists and her shoulders shivered slightly, her eyes going cold and hard. “Don’t call me that unless you want my hands around your worthless neck. Where they should be already.”

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David glanced down at the dog next to them. The poor beast was confused and bloodied, wounded badly enough that he would likely bleed out soon anyways. What a shame, he thought, ignoring Ellie's protests and threats and instead chuckling at the thought that she was sacrificing herself to save an animal going to die anyways. Honestly it would be more humane for him to shoot it right now and put it out of the last moments of misery. Who knew how long it would lay there and whine before finally slipping away.

But the girl was his now and the mutt didn't matter. Injured, Ellie's threats meant nothing. She was without weapons and unable to run from him and whatever words she spewed about being independent or trying to kill him only made him laugh.

"You're kidding yourself, Miss Ellie... I don't think you understand just how dire your situation is. This isn't like last time, where you can run and hide-- I'm not letting you outta my site and I'm not going to be nearly as merciful."

With that, he grabbed her again firmly by the arm and began hauling her off, dragging her through the snow.

#thefireflycargo #roleplay

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-Fresh Meat-

"Just wanted to say hello to all the new followers. There’s been quite-a few of you in the past couple days. Seems like you’ve come to the right place… You’re welcome to stay, though I’ve got just one question for you…

There’s this little girl— she’s been missin’ from our group here… Have any of you seen her around?”

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Sarah raised a brow, adjusting the bow around her shoulders. “…What does she look like? I can’t recall seeing any little girls ‘round here…”

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"She's got dark hair: brownish," explained David, and then held his hand up to his chest to indicate an approximate height. "About this tall. And she's got a little scar-- right here on her eyebrow." He indicated the position as well, touching a dirty finger to his brow.

He cast a sympathetic look onto his face, letting worry shine through in his sunken eyes. "I'm awfully worried about her, so if you know anything that could help, I'd be extremely grateful..."

#hardcoredrugdealer #roleplay

-Fresh Meat-

"Just wanted to say hello to all the new followers. There's been quite-a few of you in the past couple days. Seems like you've come to the right place... You're welcome to stay, though I've got just one question for you...

There's this little girl-- she's been missin' from our group here... Have any of you seen her around?"

#kieranshere #hardcoredrugdealer #super-geekboy #the-sassy-cure #thesassycure #open #roleplay

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#winter #the deer #animal

Do you have a son or daughter. Or brother, sister. Do you have ANYONE AT ALL?!? Besides ellie, but she dont count.

"Well," started David, his tone hesitant at first but quickly giving in to a more natural trail of thought. "I’ve got myself a nice wife named Ginny. She’s quite kind, you see, but she’s rather weak and ill, so she stays back at the camp and takes care of the others the best she can… I’ve also got a son. His name’s Johnathan.

And I don’t quite see how Ellie wouldn’t count, despite her reluctance. She’s very special to me.”

#tlou #the last of us #((shameless self promotion))#((i'm sorry this will be the most of it))#headcanon

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Snow on the leaves

#winter

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#winter #the deer #animal

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Ellie’s Jak and Daxter Skins:

Jak Googles/ Jak Hoodie/ Jak and Daxter T-Shirt/ Daxter Backpack

#the little rabbit #the last of us

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He was a smart boy, it helped him survive— but this? Usually Elli could think despite being in a threatening situation, because if he couldn’t he would die. He’d been able to think the time he was being hunted, like an animal, a ‘little rabbit’, in the restaurant… but now? He couldn’t, because that night haunted him far more than any kind of infected, or any other fear ever did. It made his thoughts irrational, his choices unwise and movements shaky and far from confident.

Looking up, the brunet’s blue hues locked with the barrel of a gun, pulse picking up though he tried to hide that flicker of fear that was soon turning into a flame. His finger’s remained stiff on the string, the teenager gritting his teeth and he attempted to hide his fear with a mask of anger and slight false confidence.

Letting David’s words in the teenager slightly lessened his tug on the string, knowing the male was right. He was cornered in a sense, like a wolf cornering a rabbit. “… And you’re not in the position to be here…” stated the boy softly, “Joel is going to come find us here.” And since their journey a bond of father and son had formed in a sense, or at least companionship… the man wouldn’t hesitate to kill the bastard once and for all for what he’d done to Elli. “So why don’t you fuck off, and go back to whatever hole you crawled out of.”

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"Joel," started David, his voice calm but cold, "ain't goin' to help you at all. Trust me, kid... I've already taken care of him, and it's just you an' me now..." A complete bluff, but he was good at bluffing. Always won poker games because of it-- so why was lying to a little kid any different? A little kid who deserved it, too.

>Gun still poised, David watched the boy with sharp eyes. He could break him down soon enough. The fear was there; he just had to kindle it. With any luck, the threat of Joel being gone would be enough.

"So with that out of the way, why don't you just take a seat, hm...? Be a little more civilized for just a few minutes-- I just want to talk. That's all..."

#thexlastofus #roleplay