frigid.

a dependent blog for frostbornhq.

[friigiids]

froznsunrise​

closed starter for charley @friigiids​

“… he was going to connect a hot wire to a neutral,” she said, finally reaching the crux of what had been a short, but jargon-filled rant about how work had gone that day. In two words: not well. While she often tossed around the term ‘dream job’ when speaking of her position within the community, that didn’t exempt her from difficult days.

“But then I’m reprimanded for using the word idiot, and I’m scolded for accurately assessing the skill level being shown. If I did something only an idiot would do, I would expect the people I work with to say so.” Her elbow rested on the side of the armchair, her hand propping up her head.

“Do you ever think about changing jobs?”

“if anything, i’m disappointed you didn’t use a stronger word. like dumb shit. or fuckhead. i taught you better curses.” he grinned at his daughter, every ounce of affection that look of his. he’d hit the jackpot on finding kids. as far as the apocalypse went, he could have gotten worse, but he couldn’t have gotten anyone better.

“tragically, kiddo, not everyone is as honest and open as you are. it’s a good quality to have, don’t get me wrong. but, for some reason, calling it like it is isn’t always received well.”

he was proud of her, though. he hoped she knew that. he tried to say it as often as he could. he loved the honesty and bluntness she always wielded. it made her trustworthy. and being trustworthy was good.

“well, i did change jobs. a lot. so, yeah. i’ve thought about it, and i still think about it. sometimes i miss going out and hunting or scavenging. i miss the thrill of it all. but then i wake up, and my back hurts. i remember quite quickly that i’m not a young man anymore, and i let myself be content with my job as a medic. maybe i’ll become a regular worker one day. but i don’t see that happening very soon. if you want to change jobs, though, sweetheart, i support you. you know what’s best for you, and the fact that you’re smart enough to ask the question makes me proud as fuck of you.”

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willowgrovesrp​

“You’re always coming to me with problems, Bishop. Just once, come to me with a solution.” She laughed. “Pre ice age?” Willow repeated as she shifted back to work mode. “Correct tree, and the pun is appreciated.” A desk was a simple and quick project but she enjoyed the opportunity to do more meticulous work. Her buildings were strong but they weren’t anything like the photos she’d seen about some of the wooden architecture from before. She’d found a book of Frank Lloyd Wright buildings. Obviously impossible in the tundra that they now lived in, but still gorgeous. Some buildings in Jericho had antiques from over a century ago. The level woodworking skills required for those was unfathomable for her. 

Willow shook herself out of her contemplative mindset. Maybe she’d try a bit of wood carving on his desk if there was no rush. “Worried? Sure.” Willow sat against her desk and look towards the door. “Survival is a stressful game. I’m worried about everything almost constantly.” She chuckled and shrugged. “Things are tough but I’m grateful to have a warm home and a healthy family.” She paused and looked down. “It’s hard to stay positive about the long term, I suppose.”

"i’ll bring you a bottle of liquid courage sometime. god knows you work hard enough. you deserve a little break.”

he grinned at her appreciation for the pun, always happy to slip a joke in when he could. funny, he never did that before claudia. seems being her dad had sort of...made him quite the jokester.

“i don’t need anything too fancy, but drawers would be a life saver. might ask the scouts if they can scavenge me up a filing cabinet too. who knew? apocalypse and paperwork.” tough break.

bishop leaned against the wall, and he listened to willow, intently. in his combat medic training, they’d taught him how to stitch up a wound, and though, he said he wasn’t a therapist... he’d also been taught to comfort his fellow soldiers. and even though the military was a long dead institution, that family... that bond of survival still held up in this world.

“i can’t agree more. seems like every day we get more piled on our plate. but you’ve got rowan and august, and i’ve got claudia. so there’s at least a little comfort in that.”

he stepped forward, and in a bold move, he placed a hand on her shoulder. “you ever feel like you’re getting too negative, you come see me, okay? and don’t worry about if i’m too busy. i’ve always got time for ya.”

he nods his head, serious but kind. not a therapist but hopefully a comfort to those who needed it.

[friigiids]

asterismois​

Esperanza let out a polite laugh. God, these were truly awful, but in such a way that they were almost sort of funny. Almost, sort of. She considered asking him to stop after three, but he seemed to be having so much fun that she didn’t have the heart to rain on his parade.

“All right, jokster, I suppose I can be patient for more. Where do you come up with these?” She questioned, amused smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Have you been saving them up for a snowy day?”

“my dad used to tell them to me. had a whole book that he’d crack open when he wanted to calm me down. worked like a charm, it did.”

he crossed his legs and leaned back against the couch he was on before inclining his head. “as for more, i used to be addicted to soap, but i'm clean now.” his grin mirrored her, amused and happy to have something to distract him from the frosty doom they were all dealing with.

“what about you? got any good ones? we’re taking requests,” he teases.

[friigiids]

asterismois​

Jaimie stared at him and blinked. Was this old geezer for real?

“Shut the hell up already. God damn, these are terrible. Did you save a book of terrible jokes from your glory days to use on the rest of us here?”

She rolled her eyes so hard she thought they might fall out of their sockets.

“I have a better idea: don’t save them. Just forget them. You’re old enough to have memory loss, yeah? So lose your memory of them. I think I might die if I have to hear another. A horde of icebergs would be better than this.” At least she knew how to deal with those. An old man telling terrible jokes? Not so much.

“best be careful, friend. cheer up a bit, or you might find yourself short a medic next time you slip on the ice.”

he flicked a toothpick at her. “and besides. no harm no foul. you’re the one that’s been sitting here listening to them. so what does that say about you?” bishop grinned, glancing back down at his book in his lap.

by all accounts he could end the conversation now. he wanted to, that was for sure, but he’d wait to see if she had anything else to say. he was being perfectly polite and funny. he wasn’t going to leave. besides. the med center smelled like sick. there had been a bug going around, and bishop was better at dealing with lacerations and gsws.

[friigiids]

status: open starter location: communal area

bishop couldn’t contain the literal giggles escaping him at that moment. it was a rare moment of glee for the man. “ok ok ok. i got another one. but this is the last one. i swear. what do you call it when a snowman throws a tantrum?”

he didn’t wait for their response, quickly filling in with: “a meltdown.”

bishop leaned back in his chair, raising his hand. “i’ve got more in the tank, but we’re going to be walled up in this icy hell for quite some time. so, i better save them for when i’m old, yeah?”

fifty-nine! but still a spry, spring chicken.

the thought reminded him of spring. ah. yeah. spring. something he’d most likely never see again. there it was. the dread of an eternity of ice had settled on his shoulders again. perfect. 

[friigiids]

trcshcans​

open starter where: idk some kind of common area

when shane wasn’t working or training, they liked to keep their nose in a book and kept to themself. typically they’d stay confined to their small apartment but for some god forsaken reason, she chose today venture out and actually interact with the general public of jericho. she was reading an old, tattered copy of stephen king’s it and was honestly having a hard time getting through it. her father used to talk about how it was one of his favorite movies as a kid, before the world turned into what it was now. he talked about how he and his brother watched it way too young and it scared the crap out of them. shane was always curious about how scary this movie was considering the things they’ve had to live through in the 40 years since so when she found the book, she was excited to read it. only the book…well…it wasn’t like the movie. at least she sure as hell hoped it wasn’t. closing the book without even saving her spot, shane shuttered. “god, people of the old world were fucked up,” they muttered to whoever was close enough to hear. “i would not recommend this to the faint of heart,” she said, pressing her index finger to the cover. 

“hey. be gentle,” bishop called out. “us old timers weren’t all fucked up. but stephen king was. you didn’t even get to the weird orgy scene.” bishop shuddered. “glad they never put that bullshit in the movie. you should read pet sematary. that book’ll give you fucking nightmares for days.” 

bishop closed his own book, a medical journal. how fucking original. he set it aside and leaned forward, smiling at shane. they were very obviously younger, and bishop was a talker. why not engage?

“i could recommend you better books if you like? lighter subject matter. but you might not like the shit i read at a idiot teen. i liked tom clancy books. he wrote practically a million. technical stuff. but the jack ryan books were always pretty action packed. made me want to join the army. that, and the recruiter always brought me cigarettes.” god, sometimes he missed cigarettes. he’d quit when he’d found claudia. didn’t want her getting bad habits and all.

[friigiids]

willowgrovesrp​

open starter

Lumber availability was a constant problem in the back of her head. Not that she needed more problems. Every building was made from local trees and the wall itself was a sturdy metal. But their consumption of wood could easily overwhelm the availability of trees in the close area. Also known as the safe area. Going too far from Jericho for any reason raised the risk of death significantly. It was something she brought up at a council meeting for them to be aware of but what were they going to do? 

Willow looked up to see someone in the door of her current office. There were no active construction projects for her to work on, the boys were at school, and all she had to do was stare into the distance considering the litany of problems they were facing. And for what? Survival? Supposedly it was worth it. “You weren’t standing there for too long, I hope?” She smiled and rose, tucking a pencil behind her ear. “How can I help you?”

bishop poked his head in, smiling at willow before stepping inside. he dusted off the chill from his jacket, basking in the slight warmth of the office. he shuffled forward and sat down in an available chair.

“i...have a problem,” he started. “my old desk has been standing for like... over 40 years. pretty sure it was pre-ice age. it’s starting to fall apart. the drawers are sticking. you know the drill. would i come to you for that sort of thing? or am i barking up the wrong tree?”

then, “you also look a bit worried. i’m not a therapist or anything, but i’ve got two good ears. well, good enough ears. i can listen. and i’ve still got doctor patient confidentiality and all that.”

[friigiids]

necrcmvncy​

OPEN  STARTER MUSE:  echo  &  your  muse

❝  —  speaking  of  something  cool,  look  at  these  gloves  that  i  crocheted  last  night,  ❞  echo  spoke  aloud  to  his  companion,  voice  audibly  brightening  as  he  extended  out  his  hands  to  showcase  the  gloves  in  question.  ❝  i’m  still  getting  the  hang  of  it  and  while  there’s  some  sections  that  are  a  bit  sloppy,  i  think  it  looks  pretty  decent.  do  you  want  me  to  make  you  a  pair  ??  ❞

“could you make em fingerless?” bishop asked, taking the gloves and looking them over. he’d tried making claudia gloves before. didn’t work out, and he’d just stolen some off of a dead berg for her later. it worked. but he never told her where he got them. didn’t want to freak her out.

“and i’d pay you to make a pair for my little bit,” he added. “pay you for mine too. this is better than anything i could do. what do you say to a bottle of moonshine? on the house. it’s stout, so it’ll do the job.” basic chemistry, really. and dumb luck on bishop’s part. 

[friigiids]

tenoch-gutierrez​

clutching a small basket under his arm, tenoch begrudgingly made his way through town, following the directions given to him by the small hunched woman who lived a few doors down from him. he didn’t know when he’d ever given the impression of being a postman but on that particular day he hadn’t found the words to tell her he was busy (he wasn’t, not in the slightest, but he had been planning on going home and doing some reading to relax after a long day in the mines.) he wiped his cheek, accidentally smudging more soot across it and walked up towards the front door of his destination. he knew he must have looked quite the sight to the familiar face that opened the front door, always a little dirty and permanently wearing that scowl that screamed don’t talk to me, please. nervously, he glanced to each side of him before extending out the basket. “mrs belmonte told me to give you this, said she promised you a fresh loaf after that favor you did her.” he explained, his voice quiet and thick with his heavy accent. inside the basket sat a loaf of thick, brown bread, still warm from the oven. he hadn’t paused to ask any questions about the exchange, this was simply a kind deed for an elderly woman and he had no intentions of agreeing to anymore little tasks.

bishop looked up as the miner walked in. he could see it on his face and person, but that didn’t bother him much. at least he wasn’t covered in blood. bishop hated when they were covered in blood, not that it discouraged him from doing his job. he’d just seen a lot of blood in his life. he was a bit sick and tired of it.

funny for a man in the medical field.

“mrs. belmonte... what a lady,” bishop said to himself, taking the basket carefully. “ohhh. this looks fucking lovely.”

he looked around the medical center before he raised his brows at the younger man. “you want to split it? gotta pay the messenger somehow..”

[firstfullmoon]

Anne Sexton, from “Hurry Up Please It’s Time,” in The Complete Poems [ID in alt text]

[friigiids]

𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙼𝚈 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼𝚂, 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙽'𝚃 𝙰𝚂 𝙴𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚈 𝙰𝚂 𝙼𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙲𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙼𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴. 𝙸 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂, 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙴𝙻𝚈. 𝙼𝚈 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝚅𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙴𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃'𝚂 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙴.

basics

full name: charley bishop

nicknames: charlie, chuck, bishop

age: 59

faceclaim: tim roth

gender: gender apathetic

pronouns: he/him

orientation: bisexual

occupation: combat medic

relationships

parents: arnold biship ( father, deceased ), carolina bishop ( mother, deceased )

siblings: n/a

children: unnamed daughter ( adoptive daughter )

physical

eye colour: blue

hair colour: brown, graying

height: 5'9

biography

he joined the army at 18 and was trained a combat medic. when the supervolcanic eruption hit, he went awol as opposed to riding it out in an establishment he didn’t really care about.

with his combat medic experience, he was primed for this sort of situation. he traveled through the tundra before he reached jericho, and he joined the small community at its start.

despite the combat medic experience, he started as security. he could help in a pinch, sort of like an emt if someone got hurt. as they were starting out, he would sometimes even go out as a hunter, sort of playing as many roles as he needed.

however, as more helpful people came in, the more he was needed at base. he become security on a more permanent basis, teaching some of the people there basic combat medicine until they no longer needed him.

after that and once he hit fifty, he decided to make the shift to medic only. now, he makes moonshine for antiseptic (and drink) while reminiscing on either the good old days or his time in the field. 

he has a faded picture of his mother holding him and his sister that he keeps on his person at all times. it fits inside his favorite flannel jacket’s inner pocket perfectly.

he’s never been married or anything like that, but he does have a daughter, a young woman he essentially adopted in the field. she was stuck in an albertsons looking for food and cornered by a few icebergs. she was only 9 when he found her, and she’s about 25-30 now.

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