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micahhan‌:

Micah’s frowned deepened as James seemed to melt into the asphalt in front of him. For a moment, he considered the possibility that James had been bitten in the last couple of days and decided against telling any of them. He’d been with a few groups where that happened, and it never ended well. But more likely, James was just his usual, strung out self. Still, Micah kept a careful gaze on him.

"Sure, but that’s after they go for the wrists or the neck,“ he said matter of factly. There was no point in pretending to be squeamish, especially because he could tell James was looking for a disgusted reaction. They’d all seen more than their fair share of horror in these past couple years. "Are you feeling alright?” he asked, dismissing Jame’s sarcasm with a genuine question. It would probably only be met with more scorn, but Micah didn’t mind that very much.

James let out a long breath and the sudden heat of the cigarette, having been burned so much that is was now nearly touching James’ fingers, caused him to stir enough to move and put it out. When he first joined the group, they took all of those who seemed to be on something and shoved them together until they were sober. It was some sort of way to make everyone feel better, as if that was going to stop James from being his normal strung out self. A part of him knew that it was a bad idea to do the things he did. But an addict remained an addict, even in the apocalypse.

When Micah asked his question, James moved to brush a finger over his face. He wasn’t okay. He never truly was. “No” he answered “Not really.”

#micah1;#hardwarestore1;

lucapalermos‌:

An even trade, or so he’d have James believe. Vodka was worth far more to Luca than a mere cigarette; he had plenty of those. Granted, he didn’t have as many matches as he’d like — in fact, he’d been on the hunt for a lighter as of late — but flames were easy to come by when you were a former Boy Scout. It was the first lesson, a fire bow. And in minutes, a nine-year-old little Luca had ignited his first flame. It wasn’t something to forget despite wanting to go camping in the first place, but then again, neither was his first sip of liquor.

This sip tasted so much sweeter.

Perhaps because he’d earned it after a long, hot day under the unrelenting sun, or because he just wanted to dull the impending doom that surrounded them both. He really didn’t need a fucking reason, did he? Luca shook his head and drank.

“Thanks,” he said, tipping the bottle toward the kid before taking another generous sip and handing it back.

The two shared their vices together and James was fine with the silence between them. He found it more comforting and less awkward to have a cloud of silence hanging in the air then to attempt some sort of small talk. That was something James simply wasn’t good at; he never knew what to say or how to respond. He felt that people really didn’t listen to the responses to the questions they asked anyways. No one could be that interested in how the weather is.

“Sure, no problem” was all that James said in return, taking another quick drag of the cigarette before moving to hand it back. He took back the bottle and sipped it a bit too generously. He’d likely finish the bottle before returning back to the others.

#luca1;#hardwarestore1;

micahhan‌:

Micah always felt much older than he really was when he was around James. There couldn’t be more than a handful of years differing between them, yet he always seemed like he needed to be looked after more regularly than anyone else in their group. Maybe it was because every time he looked at James’ pale hands shaking, he could imagine holding them like he had so many others, and feeling the heat drain from them as they grew heavier. It was a thought he tried not to linger on, shooting a disapproving look James’ way instead.

"You and I both know they don’t go for the face first,“ he said, remaining standing. He didn’t feel friendly enough with James to sit down next to him. "And it’s been over six months. You can’t pretend you don’t know Masen’s name. It won’t make him think you’re his best friend, I promise.”

James knew that Micah meant well, that he was just trying to look after James, but he couldn’t help but to feel like he was a lost puppy and Micah was some sort of humanitarian. A part of him didn’t mind it, liked it even, but James knew that allowing himself to open up to others was always a bad idea. He knew the repercussions for doing so, knew that people always left or treated you badly. And he was tired--so tired.

“Fair enough” James answered, barely able to keep his eyes open. He dropped his hand with cigarette to his side, suddenly uninterested in smoking. “Although you can’t tell me that you haven’t seen them eat someone’s face clean off.” He said it matter-of-factly as if he did witness such a horrific event. “You’re right, I know everyone’s name, Jeffrey. You are always so wise.”

#//someone give james a hug thanks #//check out my gif skills pls #micah1;#chapter1;#hardwarestore1;

lucapalermos‌:

He’d long since stopped his search after coming up empty and giving up on the hope of finding something more to eat. Instead, Luca resigned himself to a cigarette for dinner. The perfect meal, if he was being honest seeing as he was in desperate need of a hit of nicotine. A bad habit, he knew but if Lola wasn’t here to scold him then he didn’t give a flying fuck. Making his way past the few stragglers still rummaging through the shelves, he headed for the back exit. He sifted through his pocket as he emerged into the alley behind the store, reaching for one of his last matches — distantly thinking maybe this wasn’t the best use of his third to last one.

Fuck it.

He pulled out a smoke and struck the match. Guiding it with his hand, the flame quickly ignited the end of the stick and Luca inhaled greedily, but was suddenly startled by some shuffling to his right. He was greeted by a wave from James, but really, his gaze narrowed in onto the bottle in his hand.

He smiled faintly, brows raised. Extending his hand, he took a step closer and offered up the lit cigarette in exchange for a taste.

“Wanna share?”

The figure came closer and some part of James was relieved that it was just Luca, who seemed to be doing exactly what James was: getting away from the crowd for a little. Sometimes James wondered if it was better to be with a group or by himself. He mentally weighed the pros and cons, knowing full well that a group of people stood a better chance at surviving then just one person by themselves. But James had managed to survive this long alone, hadn’t he?

When Luca offered to exchange bad habits, James would be an idiot to pass up such an offer. He held out the bottle of vodka willingly, taking the lit cigarette in exchange. James wouldn’t tell Luca that he had a pack of cigarettes and matches himself.

#luca1;#chapter1;#hardwarestore1;

endurerpg

NAME: James Doe AGE: 27 SKILLS: Pharmaceuticals, Knife skills, Scavenging FAMILY: Parents; presumed dead. Brother; presumed dead.

You were always destined for death, or at least a some version of life that’d be full of it. Your name told you as much. It starts with your parents, a whisper in the dark turned weight that would follow them until death did they part. A burden before you are born, the world’s never yours, and an unprotected child in a cruel world could only repay it in kind. You played cruel tricks and called them innocent where it suited you, took fear and trusted its power, took darkness and wore it like a crown. But like father, like son, and while you learned your darkness so did he—and it strips you both of your life. As the cruel world has always done, it turns its back on you, taking with it the one thing you thought you’d always call your own: your name. They took that curse and called it a kindness, but you saw it for what it was: a loss, a burial, a death. Abandoned, you walk this new world and finally it looks as you think it deserves to look. A rotten, decaying thing. A monster no longer in sheeps skin. What’s in a name, they wonder? Everything, you whisper. Everything.

APPROVED FACECLAIMS: Frank Dillane.

— GHOST IS TAKEN BY ASHLEIGH.

#bio;#so beautiful i love it

laurelhayes:

“Who knows.” She shrugged at her partner’s question, taking a guess would be akin to throwing a dart at a moving target. She learned to hope for the best and expect the worst. Any supplies counted as a plus in this new world that they found themselves walking towards. At least a hardware store provided the hope of real supplies; maybe not food or water but something just as important. “Something for camp, that’s all we can hope.” But they’re going through the back lot, picking through what had been left out in the open and seeing if anyone had missed something valuable through all the possible pass-throughs. She had a hard time believing the town had been abandoned without so much as a second glance, there were likely more people like her in the world, holding on until the end.

“Nails is…a start.” Towards what, she wasn’t sure, but it walked the line right between being a joke and a serious statement. Despite all their time together as a group, there were still some members that she felt the need to tiptoe around, trying to figure out the right tone to strike. “I don’t know about you, but my aim isn’t good enough for throwing them”

“Maybe they are planning to build a house.” James answered, still joking. James could remember a time back before things went to shit when his father would take the time on weekends to teach him and his brother how to build things. It was a man sort of bonding time, one that James despised at first but now he kind of missed it.

James was ahead of her but he wasn’t paying attention to what was ahead of him. He was focused on his memories that washed over him like salty waves, further digging themselves into his metaphorical wounds. He wished that he could be one of those positive-thinkers who held onto memories like that and ignored that bad ones. But the negative thoughts and memories were just too much.

#laurel1;#hardwarestore1;#chapter1;#//having trouble getting him to not be a sad bean sorry XD

micahhan:

It wasn’t long after he and Masen had started cataloging the things they’d found in the front of the store that Micah’s excused himself so that he could step outside. Everything in there was covered in a layer of grime and dust, and Micah needed at least a few breaths of fresh air before the sun set completely and they’d have to start setting up camp for the night. He rounded the corner and smelled the familiar scent of the brand of cigarettes James favored.

"It’s only me,“ he said, to avoid startling him. James was already a skittish person, and sometimes when they went too long on the road Micah would catch his hands shaking, his eyes darting back and forth like a trapped animal. Micah had lived long enough in this world to recognize that James was lucky to have survived this long. "You abandoned Laurel, huh?” It was only light teasing. Laurel was more than capable of handling herself. She probably even preferred it that way.

Despite Micah approaching and announcing himself, James still felt his body jump. He was always on edge now, always allowing paranoia to settle in the dark parts of his mind and fester there. He knew that it was a miracle he had survive this far and was waiting for the day when everything would come to an end. He was never a survivor; he simply managed to get by.

James took another drag of his cigarette, trying to hide the fact that his hands were still shaking. “Yeah, I fed her to some face-eaters.” James answered with no inflection in his voice. It was hard to tell if he was joking or not. “Guess you abandoned what’s-his-name too, huh?”

#micah1;#hardwarestore1;#chapter1;

date: august 2023 time: early evening location: behind the hardware store status: closed to @lucapalermos

James had long since separated from the group who still seemed to be searching the hardware store. He wasn’t sure what exactly they were looking for or what anyone had found. All he knew was that it was starting to get dark and he was tired of searching. His bones ached and he could feel a headache starting to form between his temples. At the back of the hardware store, he noticed a discarded backpack. Riffling through it, James managed to find a nearly empty bottle of Vodka. Without even thinking about it, he took a sip.

When he turned, he noticed someone standing in the distance. It was hard to see who exactly it was because they were back-lit by the setting sun. James formed an awkward smile and raised his hand to wave at whoever it was, hoping they were an alive person.

#luca1;#hardwarestore1;#chapter1;

date: august 2023 time: late afternoon location: outside the hardware store status: closed to @micahhan

James could feel it coming on, as his leg began to shake uncontrollably and his heart felt like it was beating right out of his chest. He was always a nervous, paranoid soul and the fact that the world was full of skin-eating monsters didn’t really help to calm him down. Getting high or drunk had always helped that, back before the world was falling apart. Now nothing seemed to help, except when James’ body took over and shut down.

Today was a bad day. The group was on the move, which always made James nervous because he knew that they would eventually run into more of those...things. If James was honest with himself, he had no idea how he had survived this long. He saw an opportunity to separate himself from the group, when they were all distracted doing other things. He sat himself against the building where he thought no one would be able to see him, removed the used cigarette from his jacket pocket and lit it with one of the last matches he had. As he took his first puff, he heard someone--or something--approaching.

#micah1;#//hope this is alright and makes sense etc #hardwarestore1;#chapter1;

laurelhayes:

She could never decide which was worse, the small confined spaces or the open air. At least not this close to the center of a town, the unknowns lurking even in the sunlight. But the hardware store was the right call, in her mind it was stocked with weapons, enough supplies to propel them to the next location at the very least. She wouldn’t find out though, going through the backlot instead. It was lower risk really, some places to hide but more places to run. This was for the best really.

“We can take it slow.” She feels a smile ghost across her face but she’s not sure it sticks; she’s more concerned with catching up to him. Handling the nerves of others after all this time still felt like a guessing game, she never knew the right thing to say. But at least she tried. “Rather be thorough, right?” It’s the perimeter first, something that they’ve all done a thousand times, Walk with weapons ready, eventually worn out from nerves but still alive.

James would rather search the outside of the building then the inside. In his experience, the convinced space of a building tended to be more dangerous, especially if there were any of the monsters lurking around. Although he had been with the group for a while now, he really didn’t know any of the members. He liked it that way.

“Right” James answered half-halfheartedly before turning to his partner “Gotta be thorough” he mimicked. He wasn’t entirely sure what they could find at the hardware store anyway. Nails? Hammers? He didn’t turn towards his partner to speak, instead moving forward. “What do you think they are going to find inside? Some nails? Maybe we can chuck them at the monsters.” He was dripping with sarcasm although the other person may have not even known that given how flat his inflection was.

#laurel1;#hardwarestore1;#chapter1;#//dunno why it's showing your reply cut off

LiKe tHIs poSt fOR cOnsentIAL shoWEr sex (but seriously please like this post if you would want me to create a starter for our characters. i’ll probably go to your connections page if you have one and create it from there, and/or message you for ideas/plots!)

#starter call;

date: august 2023 location: perimeter of the hardware store availability: closed for @laurelhayes

James was never good at social interactions but he knew that it was essential in something like the apocalypse. He had spent a long time by himself even before the world started to fall apart so trying to acclimate back into being somewhat normal was a lost cause. He mostly kept to himself, only interacting when he absolutely had to.

Today the group happened to come across a hardware store and everyone collectively seemed to agree to see what was inside. James, not having much of an opinion on the matter, seemed to get paired up. As everyone else went on their way, James stood awkwardly for a moment. “Uh” his low, growling voice felt like it echoed even though it was barely audible “So I guess we just--” he didn’t wait for the response of the other person before moving forward, nervously playing with the zipper on his jacket.

#//hello! please love my awkward child #endurestart #endurech1 #laurel1;#hardwarestore1;#chapter1;

Phoenix, Halcyon, and Pistol

PHOENIX: What does your character think about when they think about love?

Cheesy hearts, kids passing out Valentine’s cards, and holding hands is the only thing that James thinks about when the word love comes up. He has a skewed concept of it; watching his parents was like watching a train wreck in progress. It was all shouting and hiding bruises. “to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.” Cassandra Clare

HALCYON: What kind of humor does your character have?

Dark, sarcastic humor has always been a coping mechanism for James. He has gotten so good at it that people cannot tell if he is being sarcastic or serious. Sometimes he can’t tell himself.

PISTOL: What was the relationship between your character and their parents? Do they ever miss them?

Bad. James would describe his relationship with his parents as a shit show. They are all he has ever known and he has always envied people who seem to get along with their parents. But he feels connected to them in a way that he can’t explain. It’s a toxic co-dependency.

#thank you!#development;#willfulwilma

endurerpg

WELCOME, PLAYERS! And with that, we have all of our skeletons posted and ready for all of you to love to bits! We’re so excited about this group and for everyone that’s show interest thus far, we thank you for the support from the bottom of our hearts. With that being said, we thought it might be fun for applicants to be given some questions regarding their characters to help them with inspiration and muse! Feel free to reblog or like this post if you want people to send you prompts with these questions for your character. We want to be clear though that participation in the talk tag is not by any means required, and that if you choose not to post any of your writing prior to acceptances we completely understand! (I will say, these are great prompts for coming up with headcanons for the concept expansion section of our application, so it might be fun to read through these if you need some help with inspiration in that department!) Anyways, we hope you enjoy these, and happy writing! ♡

ACE: What is your characters most cherished memory from their life before?

ARCHITECT: When the world gets too loud, how does your character find peace?

ATLAS: How would you describe your character using only three-words?

CLOVER: Does your character believe in luck? What about fate?

FALLEN: Where does your character’s faith lie?

GLORY: Who is your character when they are alone? Do they change when they have an audience?

GUARDIAN: How does your character feel about family? What does family mean to them?

HALCYON: What kind of humor does your character have?

HAZARD: How has your character adapted to this new world? Do they enjoy it, even prefer it?

JUDAS: What is your character’s worst betrayal, unto themselves or unto another?

LOYALTY: Does your character tend to think more with their head or with their heart?

MYSTIC: What are/were some of your character’s favorite hobbies?

PASSENGER: When your character imagines home, what do they see?

PHOENIX: What does your character think about when they think about love?

PIONEER: How does your character contribute to the group and its survival?

PISTOL: What was the relationship between your character and their parents? Do they ever miss them?

REAPER: What is your character’s greatest loss, and how are they coping with it?

RELIC: How does your character remember the past? Does nostalgia lend them rose-colored glasses, or do they avoid it as much as possible?

SCHOLAR: What sparks your character’s passion and gives them confidence?

SUNKISSED: What were the goals your character once used to navigate their life? Did they know what were they working towards?

#ask meme;

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CONGRATULATIONS, ASHLEIGH! You have been accepted for the role of GHOST as JAMES DOE (FC: Frank Dillane). From Admin Kaitlin: Ashleigh I have to say, you crafted such a beautiful story. There’s something rather unique about your story telling, and you crafted a narrative for James that was so compelling and heartbreaking and just interesting. I was riveted during the expansion section of your application and honestly I can’t say enough good things but I was shocked and appalled and in love with James by the end of it.

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