Fiddler's Green Starters

[alex-maeson]

Of all the unsavory things going on around her, Valerie settled on watching the strippers. Somehow it felt more sophisticated than gawking at the undead. She could look at the dancers and pretend it was 2002; that she was inside of a swanky club with well-paid and well-pampered dancers. Glamorous women living in a big world. Now her world was small, and she found herself returning to the nightmarish Den. It seemed that humanity evaded their safe zone. 

She gazed at a pretty dancer on the makeshift stage. Her body twirled beneath dim yellow lights. Valerie wondered about the girl’s life before the outbreak. Which of her dreams died when the world fell apart? Did she expect to end up here, stripping to please the soulless audience staring at her? It wasn’t a sad thought to Val, but curious. She leaned over and spoke to the person beside her. 

“Isn’t she gorgeous? It’s a shame we don’t have dollar bills. I’d love to throw some at her.”

[thescottrussell]

@open 

Scott wasn’t too impressed with the current festivities, but stopping by and mixing with other people couldn’t be too bad, especially after a long day tinkering with cars. 

Walking past the pit with the chained walkers, Scott quickly looked away. “Well,” he commented to the person nearest to him, “I’m certainly glad children aren’t around to see that.”

[m-atkinson]

  @fiddlersgreenstarters​​

status:  open

location:  outside the front doors of the high rise

        “Don’t touch my stuff!” Mina even goes as far as to swat the poor lady’s hand away from her. She waves her hand towards the woman, signaling for her to leave  -  which she does shortly after. “Sorry about that,” Mina lets out a small groan, turning back towards the other. “Where were we?”

[lobitas]

@fiddlersgreenstarters

it had been a long time since neve had really taken the opportunity for any sort of leisure. work at the eastern oregon outpost had become more arduous as their numbers dwindled–specifically for medical staff–and then she’d been on her own. after being inside the golden triangle for the last six months, she’d been eager to prove she was worth the invitation. the den’s offer of festivities seemed like as good an opportunity as any to finally let herself relax. 

several drinks lit a gentle fire in her belly, relaxed in a way that felt so old and faraway from her day-to-day. robocop, with his inky black fur, hung close to her calf–largely unimpressed with the antics of their fellow survivors. he had once been more inclined to react to the living, but after such a long time on the road, he was largely unimpressed with people. 

for the most part, so was neve.

it was a common thing among people in the medical field. especially in smaller communities like this. it wasn’t like portland, before the outbreak, where most of the people she saw were bland and forgettable–lost in the school of fish that commuted by the max or carpooled from bedroom communities. no, in the golden triangle, people usually knew if you were medical. and if folks recognized you, well, they were bound to treat you like you were always on the clock. and here comes one now, neve thought sharply, as dan johnson headed her way–no doubt hoping to ask her about some rash, minor scratch, or other asinine thing she was not in the mood to assess. turning to her neighbor at the bar, she brandished a hopeful smile, mind still humming from a few drinks. “if you can save me from having to look at dan’s mole, i’ll get your next drink.” if they weren’t interested, well, dan was making good time on his beeline towards the both of them. they’d both be trapped in conversation.

[bystandrs]

location : the den / with : open / @fiddlersgreenstarters​

Kat didn’t know what a festival was supposed to be like inside the Golden Triangle, but it sure didn’t look like what one did back in the days before the apocalypse. It was an odd experience, walking into this place called the Den and seeing everyone mingling together as if there wasn’t a large high rise looming over them, reminding them that they, the rest of the small bit of society left, were less than. Not that Kat really wanted to notice such things, he saw the squalor everyone lived in, especially since he was living in it himself, but he had to assume most of these people hadn’t been outside its walls in years. They may be living in squalor, but Katsunari preferred it over living in the wasteland out there (for now, at least). He could turn a blind eye to what was around him as long as he needed to. Besides, Kat had twelve different escape plans in mind at all times. The guards might not let him out, but he would find a way. He always did.

There wasn’t any plan to leave now, and Kat couldn’t help feeling a bit curious about what the hell Fresh and Freaky was. He saw people drinking, laughing, talking. He was too young to drink (legally) when the end came, but he had to imagine that it was very similar to what a packed bar was like back in the day. Most of the commotion was around some sort of fenced-in area, and naturally he gravitated towards it. Pushing past others carelessly, he was… confused about what was going on inside the cage. Two walkers inside it, fighting each other for some helpless rodent. His brows creased. Taking a quick glance at the person beside him, he uncharacteristically spoke up, “Isn’t this a bit… unethical?” 

[materialgirlsavvy]

“Thanks for the offer, but I’ve already had two beers tonight,” Clementine admitted with a sheepish smile. She was currently trying to enjoy herself at the Fresh and Freaky festivities. She couldn’t really remember the last time she actually had a night to herself, completely baby free. While she did love little Delilah, being a mom was exhausting and something she was still trying to get a grip on. After lots of convincing, Juliette (her unbiological mother) said it was perfectly fine if she watches the child for the night so that she could just relax. Yet Clem still found herself on edge and wanting to go back home. The alcohol had calmed her nerves a bit, enough for her to make conversation with the others.  “I should probably get some food in me anyways, did you see anything good worth trying?”

[ofteague-deactivated20210712]

location: golden triangle, the den

time: sometime just after sunset

status: open

the night was just setting to a darker shade of blue as the festivities run through the golden triangle. teague– was instantly intrigued by the walker fights as per usual. if anyone knew his recklessness pattern this would be no surprise for the lead supply runner. his eyes glistened underneath the lights that radiated from the building as the heard the growls of the walkers inside the pen. isn’t this a bit strange? teague had thought to himself for a brief moment. the fact that there are walkers inside what seems like just a sacred space– fiddler’s green that is, being one of the last few outposts in this area. the thought had quickly escaped his head. no, he wasn’t going to think about that tonight like he often did at these events. seeing a walker swing at the other as it was being held down by, what? a leash? a chain? he was pretty certain he had seen that walker earlier when he was on the supply run. the thick black decaying hair had been so striking to him earlier. “oh shit– did you see that?” teague asked gently slapping the other’s shoulder next to him without even realizing who it was. at that point a walker had nearly sprawled into the other walker, nails digging into its… her? perhaps in the past life? it was really hard to tell. realizing that his dark beer bottle was now empty he looks over at the bar. “hey, you want another? i was goin’ to get one for myself but i don’t mind getting one for you too.” he says with a shrug as the growls from the walkers in the pen fill his ears rather than the cheers from the crowds of the people. that was always going to be more concerning to him really. but his full attention was now on the person next to him, finally recollecting who they are. perhaps he had drank too much already, or perhaps it was just teague being unfazed by most that happens around him.