quilted roses; solid synapse

24. if you're an idiot, don't talk to me.

[gholms]

despite the other woman’s beckoning, marie stood where she was, face unmoving. even if marie didn’t mean any harm, there was no way to tell if this stranger didn’t mean any as well. after all, she was the one the gun pointed and marie, while she did have a small gun (with only a few shots left), was largely unarmed. 

it surprised her, however, when the stranger lowered her weapon, and it certainly registered on her face. for a moment her guard slipped, but was then hastily put back up. she’d heard so many rumours from groups she’d snuck by that there are a handful of hostile wanders. 

she clenched her jaw, and put her hands down slowly. she sighed deeply, and took a gentle step forward. “i’m lily, and uh, i’m from, uh, nowhere,” it took her a few attempts to talk: her voice hadn’t been used for the longest time. 

marie knew there was no point in lying anymore, but being as distrustful as she was, she did it anyways.

the girl didn't move from her spot behind the brush -- understandable. gabe had learned to be distrustful of strangers as well. there were individuals, even groups, whose sole purpose was to lure others in with kindness and, when their guard was down, pillage from them, or even kill them. so when she lowered her gun, a look of surprise appeared on the girl's face -- briefly -- before sliding back towards stoniness. 

"lily," she repeated. "and from nowhere. aren't we all." she bent down slowly, put the gun down, and held her hands up to show that she wasn't holding any weapons. "i won't hurt you if you won't hurt me," she said. "stand there, or you can join me for a quick meal. i don't mind either way." kneeling back down, gabe continued to skin the deer.

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kaz-bkrasnoff said: kaz and sooj glomped asglkasdjf

ouo

(expect a lot of ooc glomping for kaz im so sorry in advance) (to be fair this would happen to anyone playing an eddie redmayne character too so hahaha)

kaz-bkrasnoff said: YES I actually haven’t gone to the ICA yet!! SO YES PLASESE <3 <3 <3

KEKEKE GOOD i don't know when i'll be free yet but WE'LL KEEP IN TOUCH AND ETC i'll text you c8

[gholms]

i know. i. know. /inclines head knowingly.) oh-ho. /scoffs.) ”at the beginning.” trust me, that’s not the end of my battle skills. and it’s not just an excuse when i say i really got distracted in the middle of that fight, so it’s not on me. /hesitates, makes an ehhhh face.) that’s debatable, actually. /LOL makes a face back at her except it’s more of a what-are-you-doing-and-why-are-you-starin-at-me-like-that face.) ohhhh. /plays along with it bc why not ; throws hands up defensive-like.) i’ve got a sassmaster on my hands. what now? …. …. nah. i think there’s another term for that. masochist? i’m not into that, but fine, cool, it’s cool if other people are. ow .. /rubs jaw.) … … did that used to click? /more to himself than her.) well. alright, if you insist. i usually never turn down a free drink. /offers her an appreciative half-smile.) ”someone i know.” /blinks.) hah, maybe. this is going to bother me for a while. who knows, maybe you were a college girl i once knew god knows how many years ago. where’re you from — if you don’t mind me asking.

really? [small ghost of a smile] i'm curious to see what the extent of your battle skills are. see if the bite matches up to the bark. distracted. [raises eyebrows] by...me? [looks confused] debatable that you got walloped? maybe we should take a survey of the bar just to make sure. [small grin] sassmaster? i'm a doctor, so i have the authority to say things like that. and...maybe i do enjoy pushing buttons sometimes. yes, i suppose you could say "masochist." and good, or else i would've been worried. [just looks at him gabe does a lot of this instead of talking lmao] like i said, i'm a doctor, so if you need me to take a look at that, i could. good, you'd be stupid to. [pauses] i'm from stockholm, sweden. but i attended university in switzerland, so unless you were there for college, i don't think we've crossed paths.

[boku-tachi-blog]

sitting in front of computer thinky face

mb i should put my ira chernova char in another group idk????? why am i playing so many murderous ppl good question????? but mb she’d either be part of the militia or an independent group that specifically hunts down groups like group 2

or

idk

help

[gholms]

ZOMBIE HUNTER

(sry at this pt i'm just musing to myself out loud thru tumblr)

BUT LIKE PART OF THE MILITIA AIMED AT KILLING ZOMBIES yes good (mostly bc it's gonna be somewhat hard hunting down a group thati 'm a part of um) (or idk mb i could) (MAYBE SHE COULD DO BOTH) (omg like i said i'm just musing to myself out loud ignore me)

[gholms]

oops i've really neglected gabe sry

[gholms]

she avoids the pity of others when she can help it because the wounds her pride takes whenever she asks for assistance are deep. putting her weaknesses out for others to see had never been something marie enjoyed at all. not even in this environment. she didn’t want to be seen or heard. being on her own for the better part of these past two years had taught her many things: how to be quiet in a wooded area was one of them. 

marie had spotted the stranger just as the deer fell to the ground, the life from its eyes fading quick. just as quick as the woman who had shot it ran up to it, and began to clean its hide. marie dared not move from her spot in the brush, nor did she dare to breath.

after several minutes, she lifted her arm to rid it of the invisible pins and needles, but that served to be a terrible idea. and though marie expected the woman to shout, she still jumped when she did. 

unable to hide her displeasure with being found, marie reluctant stood up, but made no movement to show that she wasn’t a hostile force. she didn’t put her hands in the air, and her face help a defiant expression despite how exhausted her body felt. 

a simple, guarded, dry “what” is all marie gave to the stranger with a gun pointed at her. 

to her surprise, it was a woman who stood up.

the stranger didn't looked harmful, or armed, for that matter, but gabe kept her gun raised anyhow. one could never be too careful these days, a lesson that she'd had to learn the hard way several times. "come out from those bushes," she said, beckoning the woman to step out with a sideways motion of her gun. "i won't shoot if you don't mean any harm."

the woman seemed guarded, though for good reason -- she was being held at gunpoint. a quick glance told gabe that she was in relatively good health, not at her peak, but not starving, either. she had probably been foraging for food or shelter when the deer fell, and had stayed quiet to avoid detection.

"what is your name, and where are you from?" she lowered her gun, finally, and shoved it back in the holster at her hip. "if you're hungry, we can share this." she poked the dead deer with her toe. "i can't finish the entire thing by myself."

[gholms]

/wondering what she’s thinking because that is a v. long stare.) not as often as you would think. /blinks.) oh, sure. just sign me up to the nearest gym around here — do they even have those around anymore? /shadow of a small smile.) i wasn’t so bad at it, was i? i did manage to get a few hits /more like one.) before i got distracted. /rubs his face ; precious face hehe.) maybe my face, but i think i’ll be okay, don’t you? /tilts his head and looks at her.) hah. that sounds almost as good as i feel. nothing’s beats getting socked in the face before a drink. scotch, but i’ll get it. /sits to the seat next to her ; looks at her again briefly because he still can’t figure out why she looks familiar.) … i can’t shake off this feeling, like we’ve met before. /small pause.) we haven’t pointed a gun at each other before, have we?

[soft laughter] unfortunately, i don't think so. the "gym" we have now is called survival. you weren't, at the beginning. i was really rooting for you. then you got walloped. [I DON'T KNOW WHY SHE'S SO AMUSED BY THIS] [squints at him like she's really carefully inspecting his face] i don't know. you might have a chance of developing post-traumatic stress disorder from losing so badly. [shhh gabie that joke is getting old she's like a child when it comes to humor smh] i really hope that's not why you go to bars. or get beat up. [pauses] some people are into that, you know, getting beat up. for the post-endorphin rush your body creates to ease the pain. [shakes head] don't worry about it. i have more than enough money to spare. [glances at him, then shakes head] no, we haven't. i'd remember. i have a 95% recall ability when it comes to faces, and i've never seen yours before. perhaps i merely look like someone else you know.

[gholms]

[some random bar in st. petersburg, let’s just say she’s arrived already idk what are timelines. sitting at the bar drinking a gin and tonic. someone should come up to her and talk bc gabe doesn’t start conversations???? er yeah]

[pxtnfrsr-blog]

/was having a conversation with someone but it takes a turn for the worse ; stands up just as the other does.) i didn’t mean it. /steps back.) okay, well, i did mean it, but we can talk it over like gentlemen — /dodges a punch.) or not. c’mon, it’s true. you’ll just look more like an ass the more you deny it. /catches the second punch, pulls him in and elbows the man in the chin.) walk away and it’ll be okay. /nope ; punched and falls back on the bar counter ; casts gabrielle a quick look ; wAIT ; double take: wtf u look familiar. ; grabbed by the collar and thrown back at the bar again before the guy storms off ; groans ; turns around to lean forward against the counter.) fuck. that was bad. sorry about the mess. /chances another glance at her.) 

[gholms]

[long stare, finally a chuckle and takes a sip of her drink.] don't worry about it. get in fights often? if so, you should probably brush up on a few things, maybe take a martial arts class or two. you're lousy at it. [blinks a few times] you alright? didn't damage anything too precious, did you? [calls to bartender] i'll get a drink for the fighting champ here. [turns back to paxton] what do you want?

[gholms]

pxtnfrsr replied to your post: [some random bar in st. petersburg, let’s just say...

( i’ll reply !! but where is this, like a settlement (inside government ward) or just somewhere random so a vagrant could come along? gomen i’m still a little lost ;; )

IT'S FINE um it is literally anywhere your character can access i'm not picky I JUST WANT A THREAD help

sorry if this is not the least bit helpful

[gholms]

[some random bar in st. petersburg, let's just say she's arrived already idk what are timelines. sitting at the bar drinking a gin and tonic. someone should come up to her and talk bc gabe doesn't start conversations???? er yeah]

[gholms]

it's summer -- but it feels like december, all ashes and dust. 

gabe steadies her rifle on a ridge -- bang! fifty metres away, a weight collapses into the twigs and brush, spotted and cotton-tailed. a female deer. unfastening the knife from around her waist, she ventures closer to inspect her kill.

despite being raised as a city girl, she's gotten rather skilled at felling her own game, a necessary lesson after she'd ran out of canned food supplies and nearly died from malnutrition. she remembers how when stockholm starting running out of food, they had started hunting the neighborhood cats and dogs. but domestic animals in such close contact with humans were liable to be carrying the flu, and so the local government advised against doing so. people killed and ate them anyway, inciting anger from the owners, even though the animals were just another burden, another mouth to feed and keep alive. humans, gabe has discovered, are sentimental about the strangest and most useless of things.

she's skinning the hide of the deer when she hears a rustle to her left, and automatically whips out her gun. she sees no one, but points it anyway -- you can never be too careful these days, with the hunters of the infected on the loose, or groups whose sole purpose is to pillage from others. 

"who's there?" she shouts, and narrows her eyes. "show yourself before i shoot!"

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i don't know how to reply to things anymore help

ma-riee said: same omfg (bad ass bitches only pls xoxo)

U NO IT THAT'S HOW WE ROLL C;

ellanova said: oops another girl to add to the collection

SHHH it's ok like cuba said all we have are kick-ass girls anyway so c8

[qwprp]

gabrielle kajsa holmström. twenty-four. vagrant. stockholm, sweden. edita vilkeviciute. 

out of the ash, i rise with my red hair, and i eat men like air.

they named her after the angel gabriel, because they wanted her to be a starchild, a child of light, but they’ll soon find how wrong they were. in grade school she began being sent home for behavioral problems, “real problems with authority,” the teachers wrote in red ink all over her reports, because she was precocious and outwitted them at every turn. she’s a terror and a genius, so when she’s twelve sitting in a class of sixteen-year-olds, she bares her teeth and sneers at the ones who dare look at her.

“silly gabby,” her mother stroked her hair (much like a lion-tamer strokes a cub’s mane), “why do you snarl at the children? you are not an animal. you are a darling little girl, with god’s light in your heart.”

(at twelve she can postulate a theological query on what the exact nature of god would be and posit several philosophical theories, but — )

“my name isn’t gabby,” she muttered, “it’s gabe. gabe like a boy.”

at thirteen she briefly went through a tomboy period, her mother screeching when she walked in to find gabe sitting in a pool of blonde, beautiful, long, blonde that used to be on her head. but she found that pretending to be a boy was stupid, because she wasn’t one. at fifteen she contemplated being an artist, but she threw the paintbrush down in frustration and decided she liked the idea of cutting people’s brains open instead.

at sixteen she graduated university, on the fast track to being the world’s premier neurosurgeon, also known as, other people’s expectations pasted to her skin like cheap papier mache. (was this what she wanted? was this the dream?) (somehow it feels like a s-h-a-m.)

(but she’s frighteningly quick at figuring out a brain works, anyway.)

at twenty years old, while some poor bastard is opening the release hatch on his plane and dropping a bomb on the world, gabrielle kajsa is filling out a blank bubble with a number two pencil. the question reads, “In the process of testing a new environmental pollutant as a potential neurotoxin you discover, after injecting the agent into the brain, that the levels of tyrosine hydroxylase decrease. Based on this data, which of the following neuronal cells would you predict is lesioned by this neurotoxin?” and she is smirking like a demon because the science is opening up before her eyes, and she can reach it, she can reach it.

[gholms]

THERE ARE NO BOYS HERE YET what

[gholms]

ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

robots. dinosaurs are dead.