It's in my code

name:grant Morrey Age:Twenty-six Alliance:Reapers Occupation:Engineer[ My only crime is ...curiosity. ] var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5266548"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=hacker&e2=Online&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

[outsideramara]

Amara heard the sarcasm and tended not to care. “Think of it whatever you like. Then again, we’re all survivors now. Anyone who’s still alive isn’t really in a position to determine what anybody else is made of or how effective their decisions are.” She shrugged, “Alive is alive. Got to be a little past judgement, right?” She asked, her own tone filled with the same slightly confidence as before.

[grantmorrey-blog]

"Sure, sure.” Grant nodded. “Now I don’t mean to rub you the wrong way. You just scared me half to death is all,” he mused. “Some of us are not as brave as others.” Meaning he liked to keep a low profile when he was out on his own. Not attract any unwanted attention. And the noise she was making didn’t seem to help his cause.

[lockie-blackstock]

“Well there you go then, I am far better at using guns. I guess i’ll have to teach you… if you ask me nicely that is.” Lockie replied with a small grin. “Don’t worry G, i’m a great teacher.” Giving him a wink, he looked around making sure they were alone. “I knew it, you can’t resist my sexy body, can you handsome?”

[grantmorrey-blog]

Shoving the other in the chest, he laughed. “Asshole. Knock it off before I get the urge to kiss you.” Grant tugged on the strap over his shoulder, taking a step towards the direction they’d come in. “When you’d get to be such a charming bastard? Come on then. Walk me home. I haven’t even had breakfast,” he teased.

[nolanfrazier-blog]

”Really specific,” He commented, a lazy grin covering his features. “What kind of project?” Nolan was skeptic of the new face, and he had all the reason to be. Without a name to put on him, Nolan was sure the other man wasn’t from Crimson Tide. “Probably not worth the bruises, though,” he joked, keeping his tone light-hearted. “Nothing ever is anymore, right?”

[grantmorrey-blog]

"Yeah well, I’m working on something along the lines of a working communications system. I don’t want to get too into it. Wouldn’t want to bore you half to death. Once you get me talking it’s hard to get me to shut up.” He shrugged, sensing the other was just as wary as he was about him. “What about you, find anythin’ good in this area?”

[lockie-blackstock]

“Yeah, it’s me.” Lockie said moving over and tapping him on the cheek. “Did you miss me?” He asked walking over with a grin. “I’m here to check on you and keep you safe, we both know i’m better with guns than you are and I don’t want my friend to get killed.” Lockie replied looking at Grant. “The better question is, what the hell are you doing here alone?”

[grantmorrey-blog]

He gave Lockie’s hand a swat away from his face. ”Better with guns? To be better would imply I actually know how to use a gun.” There was a bitter sarcasm to his tone but both knew it was true. Everyone was much better off without the danger of putting a gun into Grant’s hand. Or any weapon for that matter. “Oh actually, I was starting to forget what my own reflection looked like without you. Thank god you’re here.” 

[courtney-hobson]

Courtney found herself letting out a little giggle as he turned around. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” She told him. “I only sneak up on you, so if I give anyone a heart attack, it would be you. But I doubt i’ll ever give you a heart attack.” She moved away over and smiled. “What are you doing out here?”

[grantmorrey-blog]

"Only me? What did I ever do to you?” he smiled, hand on his chest like his heart was in danger. He must have looked funny - that stupid grin on his face even as he looked to be a mess. “Thought I might try my luck for some extra parts out here. Probably one of my dumber ideas. Now I know you’re not out here just to harass me. What about you? Find anything good?”

[outsideramara]

Amara almost laughed but stopped herself as she was yanked through the door into the room. She paused, “If there are walkers, I can handle it. If it was a person, I was hoping for…” She pointed between them, “This exact reaction. Now no one sneaks up on me.”

[grantmorrey-blog]

“My, what a brave soul,” he smirked, a slight twinge of sarcasm to his tone. The word brave wasn’t his first choice. Maybe more along the lines of reckless. But then again, he hadn’t seen this girl in action so what did he know anyway? “Guess I should consider myself lucky I ran into you, huh? Could do without the racket though.”

[nolanfrazier-blog]

Oh, he’s got jokes? “What did you come for? Seems like you put up a hell of a fight for it,” he asked, his face stretching into a grin. His bag was light, but he wasn’t sure if looking like Hell was worth it.

[grantmorrey-blog]

"A few extra parts for a project I’m working on,” Grant said, shrugging slightly. His description was rather vague. But then again...who could really blame the guy? He’d just lost over half the parts he’d come out here for. But the day wasn’t totally lost. He was willing to work with what he had. “We’ll see whether or not it was worth the bruises once I’m done.”

[daredevils-deactivated20160916]

[hfrazier-blog1]

Helena caught sight of someone and approached them. When she was close enough, she fell into step beside him, smiling. “You look lost,” she commented.

[grantmorrey-blog]

“Jesus.” Grant jumped slightly, blinking at the other in mild surprise. “Anyone ever tell you not to sneak up on people?”

[sixxisms-blog]

Cooper entered the abandoned building, weapon raised and finger ready to pull the trigger if it needed to come to that. Of course there wasn’t always gonna be loot, but he was in need of supplies, so it was worth a check. He could defend himself, that was enough. Hearing a noise, he paused before heading in the direction it came from. It was seconds later that there was a body in front of him. “Hey.”

[grantmorrey-blog]

Backpack over his shoulder, he paused just before he could manage to run into the other. It took him a second or two to assess the situation. “Uh, hey buddy. You mind not pointing that thing in my face?" He raised his hands, a clear signal he didn’t have any weapons on him. Being unarmed might seem like a bad idea. But even Grant knew everyone (including himself) was probably better off that way.

[lockie-blackstock]

He ran after Grant, needing to catch up with him. He was such an idiot for going out alone, he wasn’t much at tracking, even though his time in military school had given him time to do that sort of thing, he’d lost the skills over the years so he just had to search for him, without screaming his name. Stumbling into a building, he looked around. “Grant?” He called out softly as he moved through the place. “Where the fuck are you man?” He called out his voice getting slightly louder as he looked around for his friend.

[grantmorrey-blog]

The last thing Grant ever expected to hear was the sound of his own name, head raising slowly at the familiar voice. What the hell was Lockie doing out here? Grant mildly wondered if he’d been followed. He wasn’t sure whether to feel insulted or embarrassed. Maybe a little bit of both. Pulling himself up to stand, he slung his bag over his shoulder. “Lockie, is that you?” he called back out, startling the other. He was going to be getting a hefty serving of I-told-you-so today, wasn’t he? Shaking his head, he bumped into his friend in the empty hallway. “The hell are you doing here?”

[courtney-hobson]

She’d been out on a run when she’d noticed Grant, getting distracted from her mission, she jogged after him. Following him inside, she had her knife out incase any walkers came out of nowhere. Sneaking up behind him, she leaned against the wall. “You know, you shouldn’t be out here right?” She asked breaking the silence finally.

[grantmorrey-blog]

Grant jumped at the sound of her voice, blinking fast. “Obviously,” he shook his head, scowl soon replaced by something of a sheepish smirk. Like a little boy caught sneaking into a cookie jar. “I wish you wouldn’t do that. You’re gonna give somebody a heart attack one of these days, you know.”

[grantmorrey-blog]

Task #3: Moodboard

+ intelligent, humorous, witty, clever

- sarcastic, awkward, stubborn, rebellious

[nolanfrazier-blog]

“Boo,” Nolan joked, his voice coming from a comfortable distance, his gun held in front of him. His eyes raked over the other, coming to the conclusion that if Grant didn’t die from his gun (he was feeling very trigger-happy recently; maybe it was due to finally being outside?), he would eventually die from whatever laid out there. Of course, that was the general assumption he had about everyone. “What are you doing here? This building’s dry.”

[grantmorrey-blog]

His head raised to acknowledge the other. As adverse as he was to having a gun waved around at him, it took a hell of a lot of self control to keep himself from rolling his eyes. He straightened up - very aware of the fact that he looked a mess. “Correction,” he managed, gesturing to the bag on his back. He’d gotten himself into more trouble than he was worth, sure. But he’d gotten  what he’d came here for. “This building was dry. Try getting here a little earlier next time, bud.”

[outsideramara]

Amara walked into the building with ease. She wasn’t particularly worried in regards to her own abilities to protect herself, so much as she was curious as to whether the noise was a walker or a person. She slipped quickly and quietly through the hallway, towards where she’d heard the noise, banging the wall, “Anybody in there?” If they were human, she should get an answer. If walker, they’d venture out.

[grantmorrey-blog]

His eyes widened at the sudden sound. Grant jumped up almost immediately. Head popping out of the nearest doorway, he grabbed her arm and tugged her inside. “Are you crazy? What the hell are you making all that noise for?”

[huntresswynona-deactivated20181]

“Um… Are you okay?” Wynona questions, a puzzled look on her face. Her eyebrows were knit together as she unclips the sternum strap on her backpack, loosening its grip on her torso. She took a second to scout out the skinny man in front of her.

[grantmorrey-blog]

Head pulling up to glance towards the other, he cleared his throat. He was a bit of a disheveled mess at the moment. And through no fault but his own. It took him a moment or two to answer her, mostly because he was still pulling himself together. “I-I’m fine. I’ll live,” he said, waving her off.

[grantmorrey-blog]

Really, Grant had no business being out here - so far off from his facility. He’d missed breakfast for this. Gone out on his own even though he knew it wasn’t in his best interest. He was a lousy shot and frankly, anyone who had seen him with a gun in his hand knew his aim needed work. Apparently, scouring abandoned buildings for extra parts took precedence over anything else. He was risking his own life for a project that might not amount to much in the end. But Grant was convinced he could handle himself. Bruised and out of breath, he was starting to second guess himself.