‘ don’t put on brave face bullshit with me. might’a cracked your skull open, ‘n we don’t need that. ’ he hadn’t been here to witness the particularly nasty fall from grace, but he’d done his best to come running after someone else had called for help. he steps forward, giving their leader the appropriate space. there are still bits of foundation falling around them, coming off in chunks. ‘ do you think you might have a concussion? ’
his look is distant, far off on something that isn’t chastising him. anyone else & the conversation would have ended with a firm ‘ but i didn’t ‘. end of discussion. everyone carry on. eyes downcast in thought ( that’s always how it is. he could fill page upon page with what carried on in his skull & yet oh so little of it made it to vocalization ). he owes so much to vivian, can give credit to their ambassador for most of the fort’s gains. can repay him in this moment by not being a total pain the ass. gives a tilt of his head before placing three fingers directly in their shared line of sight, ❝ three. yeah ? ❞ not the most viable of tests, but he’s hardly in a caring mood, ❝ i see three ❞. no matter the outcome, he can’t afford something like a concussion.
‘ DAWSON —— are you even listening to me ? we need to get the hell out of here !! ’
why did kaede ever agree to this ? the idea was ludicrous to begin with & everyone knew that this area was packed with infected. dawson had insisted that they went to the house on the hill to search for supplies, knowing that the raiders didn’t approach this area. they travelled in groups & they would be an easy target for packs of infected. but two people should be able to sneak in & out, no problem. unfortunatelly, this wasn’t the case.
@housewon.
a dust-coated curtain is pulled back, the area mostly untouched up until their arrival. the solitude is short lived & the presence of the dead still elicits a chill. he can chalk it up to survival instincts ; stay afraid, stay alive. still, the gates of hell part & they march out in droves. he drops the fabric & if it wasn’t for the hellish chorus he might have been able to pretend there was nothing there at all. ❝ i hear you ! ❞ his tone is hushed but no less harsh. is it a blessing or a curse that he’s facing this with civic’s head ? despite the blatant similarities between groups, dawson’s never quite felt fully at ease when it came to accompanying party & crew. business was business though, & while his proposed expedition was no olive branch - it was as close as they were going to get. a chance. very quickly turning sour. he’s turned, looking past her, a hand already searching for his blade, ❝ do we have a back door or something like that we can make use of ? ❞
another fruitless search. leans into the granite counter top & dips his head. it wasn’t as if incoming supplies was completely stagnant ----- they did tax those who wished to pass through their barricade after all ----- but he’d hoped for something more. anything to give them a leg up on the other communities. he’s too deep in thought to realize his pity party had been interrupted. his expression betraying him. he starts to speak before deciding against it & closing his mouth, fingers drum instead to cover his silence. lets her words circulate through his head. he doesn’t like to voice his concerns to just anyone. ❝ time passes and everything gets picked through. eventually we’re going to have to lean to be self-sufficient. ❞
❝ dreams and ideas should not be the same thing ❞ @housewon
· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ❝ just because you keep saying it won’t make me believe you any sooner ❞ her voice was almost a s i n g - s o n g , bright and cheery, far too bright and cheery for the world they now lived in. she set aside the book she was reading to focus her attention on her step father. ❝ sure it seems hard to think that right now, but what’ll happen to this brave new civilisation if we all turn into cynics ❞
it scares him to death. listens to her tone & is rubbing his temples to delay the oncoming migraine, ❝ it isn’t being a cynic. it’s being a REALIST. ❞ thinks if he had it his way she’d never get past fort point’s front doors. ❝ there won’t be a ‘ brave new civilization ‘ if we go about this life with our head in the clouds. ❞ ever curious, eyes drop what had formally had her attention ------ a little taste of what her life should have been. textbooks & school & a little bit of NORMALITY. ❝ please tell me you understand that. ❞
digits reach to the base of his skull, tenderly searching for any damage. in another lifetime it would have been comical. the foundation, aged & weathered out, crumbling beneath his very feet. now, forced to survive in civilization devoid of proper medical treatment ? it was just life threatening. his initial response can only best be described as a grunt - not born out of pain, but of sheer annoyance. ignores the ringing in his ears & forces himself into a siting position. there’s a LONG pause before he acknowledges his companion, ❝ i didn’t fall that hard. ❞
❝ -------------- it's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. we have no scar to show for happiness. we learn so little from peace.
what up i’m marchie, i’m nineteen, and i never fucking learned how to focus on anything * so this took forever & a day !! a fun fact(s) about me is i’m in the middle of midterms & i have a caffeine problem. on that note, i’m a psychology student currently residing in the est, live for anything dc/marvel & am still going through my emo phase. cool ? cool. this is my smart cookie son, dawson, i’ll drop his app here ⤦ * note ; i still haven’t seen venom but i support my man tom hardy. r i p
( tom hardy + cismale + he/him ) — there’s a rumor running around about a survivor called dawson garber. they are said to be forty-two years old, from las vegas, nevada, and have been labeled the polymath. fitting, considering that they are reported to be stolid + straightforward, as well as dogmatic + condemnatory. they reside in fort point and are a leader. apparently they are a pansexual + capricorn. dog eared pages and an aged leather wallet.
and i’ll throw some half-assed bullet points about him
i. general ;
‘ i just want to let you girls know that I'm a real messy bitch, a liar, a scammer. I lo ksmd jkjk sort of ??
king of putting his foot down & ‘ i didn’t ask for your opinion ‘
v. much a take no shit kind of guy.
therefore, doesn’t let a lot of shit fly.
fort point will ALWAYS come first. it isn’t up for debate.
not so good w/ negotiations ESPECIALLY if he feels like he’s getting a bad deal.
will give what he gets in terms of attitude. isn’t a straight up jackass - but no one’s accused him of being a ray of sunshine either.
filled with random ( but not necessarily useless ) facts.
a book is the way to his heart. the apocalypse is boring. hel p him.
doesn’t have any qualms with killing. he’s WAY past that point. he’s no n*gan he isn’t going around mowing down camps - but if you show up at his doorstep and give him a hard time ? it’s a dog eat dog world now.
morals kind of got tossed out the window, too. he’ll throw people under the bus if it is what’s best for him or fort point.
what i’m saying is he isn’t the guy i’d put all my trust in skldjad he won’t outwardly screw you over - but if your well runs dry or he sees a better opportunity ? he’s going to take it. as long as you can keep his interest and there’s profit - you’re good.
in regards to folks living in fort point ??? as long as they’re not batshit or pot stirrers he’ll be chill. i mean he’s not crazily social still & probably spends a lot of time away from the crowds but ??? he’s more cordial to people he lives with.
he wants the best for them.
also he knows if he fucks up they can just give him the boot ---- && he has a kid to take care of so no sirree.
ii. pre- apocalypse
he was born to a young mother and father who were not prepared to care for him. for that reason he was given up and adopted by a couple shortly after his birth. he held no ill will towards his birth parents and was eventually grateful for the choice they made.
his life was,,, really good. there wasn’t any grand tragedies. his parents really supported him in everything he did and really encouraged his love of reading; he was a huge reader ! signs on the road, pamphlets at the doctor’s, just about ANYTHING he could get his hands on.
he leaned towards the reserved side. his own company was more than enough & he never grew out of that.
he was diligent in all his school years and was gifted - though his social life suffered for those reasons. we’re talking about the guy who never shows up to the party & if he does he’s w/ the dog and/or cat and making the bare minimum of small talk with fellow guests.
he stayed in school up until he completed his PhD in philosophy. then went on to become a college professor. which was great but his life was ???? kind of lackluster. * probably in his 30s never had a good SERIOUS relationship just ? loner.
other people were a lot of work like ????
but eventually !! he meets someone & family isn’t so bad. like he warms up to the idea of sharing space with other people,, and he’s got a stepchild now ?? so he has to dad ?????
its a lot of work but he probably loved them V much before everything went down even if it didn’t last as long as he’d have liked before the apocalypse y’know :( ( // blows a kiss regardless )
iii. post-apocalypse/current
a lot has changed for obvious reasons. he’s seen the worst of humanity.
like just when we was finally warming up and becoming a bit more of a social butterfly ??? life hit him w/ that curve ball lmao.
suddenly people are murdering each other over cans of soup & some stale bread.
obvs the end of the world forces you to do some rough shit /// steal, lie, murder, maim, whatever it takes. only the strongest survive ( normally ). he did it all.
he makes it to fort point eventually becomes leader there.
he’s not the most physically imposing guy for the job ( tom hardy is only like 5ft8ish w/ may be average but im used to all these 6ft guys so ... ) but he had brains & drive. and whatever few words he had, he made count.
i ??? can’t think of anything else to put here. i’m kind of keeping it open because i don’t want to step on any toes !! esp w/ my wc mwuah. but im down to plot ???? i mean i SUCK at it - but like,, im literally 2 chill for my own good. throw anything my way ldjaskdml
