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kara zor-el appreciation face in every episode → 1x16, falling

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kara zor-el appreciation face in every episode → 1x15, solitude

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Kai Hale (loner).

Kai stared at her, eyes not moving from the other human. He felt like he was almost staring into her soul. Maybe it was because he had resting mean face, but he wasn’t going to hurt her. He had more important things to worry about, such as surviving. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he finally said after he let silence go on between them for another minute or two. He was skeptical still, no one surrendered that easily, especially when he wasn’t holding a weapon towards her, maybe she wasn’t working alone. “If this is some ploy, though, it won’t be pretty.”

"I, uh... I hear that a lot,” she responds, hating the anxiety eating up her spine. The stutter in her voice. The nervous fidget of her hands. I’m not going to hurt you. It’s the quickest lie to say in the world now. It’s also the easiest to distrust. “It’s not a ploy.” There’s not much more she can say, really. He either believes her or he doesn’t --- the fact still remains. Clickers were coming. And if they didn’t move they’d be overrun. “We can, uh... we can argue about trust later. Right now? We -- we need to leave.”

#thread: kai hale #thread: kale hale 001 #t: th

Natalie Chan (scavenger).

Natalie’s gun arm is stretched taut, her index finger a blink away from the trigger. The flashlight secured underneath the barrel is shining directly into a blonde woman’s face, her eyes pleading with Natalie to put down her weapon.

“You expect me to believe that you’re in here by yourself? There are clickers in this area, it’s–” before she can finish, the all too familiar noise of echolocation, characteristic of said creatures, sounds nearby, and she falls quiet, instantly on edge. Without a word, she jerks her chin at the blonde, signalling for her to duck in through the open door on the wall beside them.

It’s not the first time she’s stared down the barrel of a gun. Or had a flashlight’s beam blinding her in the face --- but she’d hoped they’d be more limited occurrences. “People... make me nervous.” There’s an unspoken for obvious reasons tacked onto the end of that sentence. As if current events are a prime example of what she’d avoided people for those few months after her brothers death.

There’s a moment where Evan stands utterly still. Evan after the small ushering from the other and the skin crawling noises of echolocation --- the blonde doesn’t move. Going into a space first was never something she agreed to. Especially not when she didn’t know her traveling companion. Yet... it was either go first, argue about it, or get eaten by clickers. And two of the three were far worse than the other. “Don’t... don’t shoot me in the back,” she mutters, eyebrows slanted as she heads into the room.

#thread: natalie chan #thread: natalie chan 001 #t: thread

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kara zor-el appreciation face in every episode → 1x14, truth, justice, and the american way

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make me choose kara danvers or emma swan — by anon

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kara zor-el appreciation face in every episode → 1x13, for the girl who has everything

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kara zor-el appreciation face in every episode → 1x12, bizarro

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Stiff as a board, Evan holds her ground, body tense and rigid. “I’m... I’m not, uh... not looking for any trouble,” she ventures cautiously, hand outstretched in surrender. Her eyes dance this way and that, mind working through a million different outcomes in the span of a few seconds. “We can... we can both go our, uh, our separate ways. This doesn’t... doesn’t have to be a big deal.” She swallows then, ears straining --- in the distance a deafening click sounds. Unnatural and horrific.

#lb.starter #legit can be anywhere for anyone!#my other starter was allies centered but anyone can jump on this one!

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Kara Danvers in 2x20 “City of Lost Children”

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Liam Hart (heathens).

The longer they stay there the greater Liam’s chances of actually getting something from her. It’s a delicate balance: try anything too soon, and she’ll get away. Wait too long, and she’ll still get away. A few houses down, she tells him, and again Liam pokes his head out to peer down the road, as if trying to gauge whether he can make it that far. For all she knows, the awning he’s tucked away under is the only shelter he’s had in days. Is it worth him leaving? Especially with infected still wandering around.

He looks back to her wide-eyed, wills discomfort to settle into his face as he swallows hard, like there’a s lump of fear in his throat. He shakes his head. “I don’t – …I can’t.” His voice is a whisper as he pulls his knees to his chest, like he’s scared and he’s ashamed of that. “I’ll just….I’ll be fine.” He lets his eyes drop to his knees, like he wants her to believe him. It’s a risky move; she may just decide to leave him now. But she’s stuck around this long, and she’s too far away for him to get anything from her just yet. He’ll just have to hope she bites.

Guilt eats away at her stomach. He looks so small (most people are small to her, though) and he’s just a kid. Evan knows that means absolutely nothing in this world now and yet... it’s enough to give her pause. She fidgets there, gaze shifting from the boy to the houses down the road. She’s positive there are no more infected --- she’d seen to that. So, really, it’s not a question of danger. It’s a question of fear. How afraid is he to loot on his own. Yet... if he has a partner they’ve had prime opportunity to either show their face or kill her and she’s still here and they’re still alone. Which means he’s been by himself for some time.

“You will be,” she nods to him. Absent is the stutter, the hesitant waver. The nervousness. In its place is a stern belief --- a confidence. How much he needs to hear the faith of a stranger, she can’t imagine. Yet she’ll provide it regardless. “There’re, uh...” she pauses for a moment, slinging her backpack around to her front, unzipping the packet. “There’re more of these in, uh... in there.” Evan withdraws a small can of carrots and tosses it to the boy. “Under the floorboard in the, uh. In the living room.” She’d placed what she didn’t have room to carry in a safe place in hopes of returning yet she’s given that up now.