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@lordtaketh // sc.
The days were bleeding together. The bunker looked the same, no matter the time of day, it was hard to think that time was even passing at all. Her shouting, scooting her chair around like it would help her any, had passed into slumped exhaustion as her wounds would just burn with too much movement. Joey tried not to sob when she thought about it too much, but the tracks on her cheeks spoke enough to that—and Holland Valley had heard them already.
Sick fuck had broadcast her screaming and crying, and Joey hoped with all her might that if she got out—when she got out—she would never hear them.
Still, regardless of the anger and exhaustion, she couldn't help but flinch and straighten to attention upon hearing noise at the door. She was expecting John, one of his men, but Joseph—The Father himself, gave her pause. She stared at him in silence, waiting for someone else to walk in, questions and comments slowly cropping up in her mind. Where's John? Why are you here? Are you going to help me? No, she'd seen him before. She wouldn't be here. Then—Then, her mouth picked her response without much thought, Joey lurching forward as if it would put more effect behind the words.
“Fuck you.”
@dcputyrook // sc.
“Oh, hey, another sarcastic smartass. Just what the force needed.”
Despite the deadpan of the words, she couldn't help a small smirk as she took a small sip from her coffee cup. She didn't exactly know much about the new deputy, just that they needed more hands than currently had. Especially with the Peggies, now. Joey pushed herself from the desk slightly, grabbing another coffee and held it out to him. Peace offering.
If he drank the stuff. She never met a cop who didn't—that was the stereotype, wasn't it?
“...Actually, maybe that’s true. I'm sure you know what's going on.”
@ofwrcth // sc.
Adrenaline had slowly ebbed out into exhaustion—she honestly couldn't remember the last time she was able to sleep. Blacking out was different. Actual rest. Honestly, Joey wasn't sure if she ever would after everything that happened. That last push, that moment of clarity that told her that she wasn't about to leave that bunker without getting out as many people as they could manage—that had been the last of her strength in that moment.
Getting onto the ATV with Mercy, the ride so far, it felt like she was falling in and out of focus. She was there, physically, but mentally she was checking out. If she wasn't gripping onto the back until her fingers hurt, she may have toppled off a couples time already. Her abdomen was burning from the jostling, stretching old and new wounds, a passing thought telling her that she would eventually need some medical care of those. There was so way she was trusting John Seed in having kept infection at bay. Yet, there was something...something was happening. It felt like a pressure—she was going to be sick.
“—Wait, stop.” A solid hand came to pat on the other woman's shoulder. Hudson wasn't sure how far out they were still, but she needed to stop for a moment. “Please.”
Starter call? Verses may vary.
"Who did this to you?" (facethepcst *shyly leaves this here*)
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@facethepcst
She knewthat she still looked rough. The cuts and bruising were healing, butit was still enough to cause some concern. Luckily, most people understood and didn't press—something she was grateful for,considering she was still fighting off invasive thoughts andflashbacks about the events when her mind was given some sort ofrest. Yet, she found herself locking up at the question, thisstranger's concern, Joey staring at him as if he had just grown asecond head.
'None of yourfucking business' was close to her tongue, a hard expressioncrossing her face as she fought to keep the words behind her teeth.He was just concerned, obviously not a local to Fall's End—couldhave very well been one of the people they released from John'sbunker in all the chaos, but she figured he'd have enough of ananswer to his question to not ask it if that was the case.
“It...He's dead,it doesn't matter. I'm sure someone around here can fill you in.”
“Are you afraid of God?”
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@deputyharker
“Mmm...morescared of...I don't know. Oblivion? The idea that this isn'tall there is, it's comforting, but I don't fear God. Icertainly don't fear the God the Peggies are prayingto.”
Didn't reallybelieve in one. Wasn't completely signed on the idea to begin with,and she certainly didn't believe in a God that would be okaywith...what happened to her in His name. Joey can't help butfeel the tension in her shoulders, casting a look over at the otherwoman as she let a small smile cross her face.
“...If this isthe set up to some joke, I'm not talking to you again.”
Ask Meme: “Is that really a gamble you’re willing to make?”
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@deputystirling
“Yeah.”
Really, she'd neverbeen more sure of something in her life. It wasn't exactly arevenge fueled fantasy, though the revenge aspect wasn'tcompletely absent either. Joey shifted her shotgun inher arms, taking a breath before he nodded her head, as if confirmingit to herself.
“I'll stay aroundhere in Fall's End. You did good here, and whatever you need me todo, I’ll so it, but when it comes to killing that bastard,Joseph...I wantto be there.”
“Are ye sure it’s okie, sis?”
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@rollingsnowsmasher
She had been zoned out when she hadhummed her approval, sitting outside a building in Fall’s End,shotgun within reaching distance.
Lack of sleep and isolation wasn’thelping keep her attention in the moment, yet she felt keyed up atthe same time. It was hard to relax, despite her appearance at themoment. She hadn’t really registered the question she had been askedor the person it was being asked by, just nodded her headwithout looking up, but the focus seemed to snap back into her gazewhen she heard her ask if it was really alright to join her.
Joey glanced over her shoulder, leaningback in her chair slightly to get a better look. She’d seen the girlwandering around before, her family had been taken into the hands ofthe cult, if she remembered correctly…the thought filled her withsome regret and sympathy. They had pulled prisoners out when sheescaped John’s bunker, but it didn’t seem like they were among them.Her gaze shifted down toward the dog by her side for a few momentsbefore she offered her a small smile.
“Yeah—Yeah, it’s fine. I don’t mindthe company.”
“You’ve nothing to be sorry for.”
“Why me? Why now?”
“I just wanted to see what it was like. In case I die.”
“Didn’t die, I see.”
“I won’t see you for a long time, will I? I might never see you again.”
“You knew this. You chose this.”
“Never flinch. Never fear. And never, ever forget.”
“If it’s death you seek, there are easier ways to find it.”
“Not. A. Fucking. Word.”
“When all is blood, blood is all.”
“The brighter the light, the deeper the shadows.”
“It is basically your fault.”
“I can help with that. If you need it.”
“Fuck off. And take your trouble with you when you off with the fuck, _____.”
“I can kiss that better if you like.”
“Something is wrong. This is wrong.”
“That was heartless.”
“I know you not at all. And I trust you even less.”
“Apologies. Did I give the impression I was asking?”
“Shut up, you blackhearted little shit.”
“You should be dead…”
“You don’t owe me thanks.”
“You’d best grow some eyes in the back of your head, _____. You’d best start sleeping light.”
“A traitor’s just a patriot on the wrong side of winning.”
“Nothing is where you start. Own nothing. Know nothing. Be nothing.”
“Not all that is dead truly dies.”
“I can think of no finer torture than to have power absolute over all but your own.”
“Those who call the Dark… well, eventually it calls back.”
“I don’t need you worrying about me, _____. This place has danger enough to kill us both.”
“I can’t say I’m sorry to hear that.”
“You didn’t think I asked you to sneak out just because you seemed like good company, did you?”
“It may be sad. It may be wrong. But it is also true.”
“We both knew it was too good to last.”
“You will learn right and wrong have little meaning here.”
“This place gives much. But it takes more.”
“I know who I am. What I am. I’ll never forget. Never.”
“Never let your face tell a secret your lips should not.”
“… I’m not going to like it, am I?”
“I see they haven’t killed you yet.”
“Sometimes weakness is a weapon. If you’re smart enough to use it.”
“Watch your back. And your front. And the rest of it, too.”
“They will kill you, _____. Unless they break you. And then, they will kill you anyway.”
“I don’t know what to believe. I was hoping you could teach me.”
“It matters not what you are. Only that you are.”
“If you can’t hurt the ones who hurt you, sometimes hurting anyone will do.”
“If you’d like to go somewhere and quietly fuck yourself, I’ll be waiting patiently for your return.”
“Apologies. I appear to have misplaced the fucks I give for what you think…”
“Too many questions. Not enough answers.”
“Fuck you, then. Keep your secrets.”
“We’re the same, you and me.”
“The wolf does not pity the lamb. The storm begs no forgiveness of the drowned.”
“_____, I could kiss you…”
“Love makes fools of us all.”
“I don’t like being used, _____.”
“Know me so well, do you?”
“I know how you feel about me.”
“I don’t need your fucking pity, _____.”
“I want what’s best for you, don’t you see that?”
“You don’t belong here.”
“Don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation to uphold.”
“Sometimes I wonder what you’re doing in a place like this, _____.”
“You never belonged here, _____. You deserve better than this.”
“Shut the fuck up, you piece of shit. You’ve got one chance to live and that’s by telling me what I want to know, understood?”
“Perhaps here is not the best place to speak of it?”
“You owe me answers. I think I’ve earned them by now.”
“I didn’t want it to be like this, _____.”
“What if… what if I don’t want to be free?” [cantstopthedevil]
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@cantstopthedevil
A rather heavy silence fell over her athis question, a small throb of pain blossoming across the left sideof her face while Joey rubbed at her eye, the swelling had long sincegone down but the bruising was still very apparent. Hedidn’t—there was a stirring in her gut, a lot like the angershe had been shoving down since after she had escaped from that—fromthat place.
“You—You were in the bunker withme, you saw what they were doing in there. You sawwhat he did to me! And you—“
A sharp breath was taken in, trying notto snap at him further. She stood in silence for a few moments,rubbing at her mouth before she set him with a steady gaze.
“Fine. You want to side with them?Fine. But what I said in the bunker still stands—help meor stay out of my way.”
{ Place One in My Inbox - Questions Edition }
Can work as an ice breaker, starter maker, or just a simple little ask meme.
“Am I dead?”
“Another one?”
“And what if I don’t?”
“Are you afraid of God?”
“Are you crazy?”
“Are you lost?”
“Are you really that shallow?”
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
“Are you sure there were no survivors?”
“Can I trust you?”
“Can we go now?”
“Can we not fight tonight?”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Do you even care about how I feel?”
“Do you expect me to believe that?”
“Do you have any idea what you just did?”
“Do you love me?”
“Do you trust me?”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“How could you do this?”
“How did you escape?”
“How long has it been since you last slept?”
“How long have you been there?”
“Is that blood behind your ear?”
“Is that really a gamble you’re willing to make?”
“Just go, alright?”
“Mind if I sleep here tonight?”
“Really?”
“Tell me: have you ever been afraid like this?”
“That’s the best you could come up with?”
“Wait, were you being sarcastic or…?”
“Want to hear a secret?”
“Was I the only one who thought that?”
“Well, that’s what I said, isn’t it?”
“What are you?”
“What are you doing here?”
“What do I have to say to make you understand?”
“What do you keep writing in that notebook?”
“What do you want with me?”
“What happened?”
“What if you stayed this time?”
“What if… what if I don’t want to be free?”
“What’s in it for me?”
“What’s in it for you?”
“When have I ever lied to you?”
“Where did you go?”
“Where did you last see it?”
“Where’s the rest of the body?”
“Who are you?”
“Who did this to you?”
“Why are you so angry?”
“Why are you so calm about this?”
“Why do you have this urge to control people all the time?”
“Why do you keep doing this to me?”
“Why do you have to make everything about you?”
“Why does it always have to be alcohol?”
“Why don’t you come over here and prove it?”
“Why is the truth so important to you?”
“Why should I help you?”
“Wouldn’t that be nice?”
“You don’t remember me?”
“You expect me to believe you haven’t done this before?”
“You’ve been pretending all this time?”