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“I want for nothing from you, I am here to offer aid to you, and your people, Beth. I am an Angel of the Lord, it is my duty”
“Are you really an Angel? Not that I don’t believe in angels, but there’s a lot of crazy people in this world.”
“I’m not goin’ ‘t die, and if I do I’m takin’ your precious Rick with me, or even Michonne. Death doesn’t scare me. Not anymore.” Philip didn’t want to die, but he was prepared to so long as he completed what he’d been waiting to do for so long. “Now I’m done playin’ this damn game with you.” Yanking her harshly up from the seat he reached over to the closest table to retrieve the piece of rope that he had sitting nearby before tying up her hands. “We’re goin’ there now ‘t test this.”
Some people just weren’t afraid of die, she knew that. Part of her wasn’t. That’s why she have never thought she could scare him with the thought. But she said it anyway. It was what she believed. But she really didn’t know about Rick. Maybe both of them would end up dead. Beth couldn’t imagine how the group would be without Rick and she didn’t want to think about it either. She grunted when on her feet again, lowering her eyes to look at her tied hands. She was afraid he would take her there. She didn’t want nobody to see her, especially her sister and father.
About eight years of roleplay
OC friendly
One-liner to multi para
Multi ship
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I am always wanting to write Rated R material threads but I’m never sure of who would be comfortable doing so. Can roleplayers please reblog this post if you are fully comfortable writing mature subjects in your threads? { Blood, gore, rape, murder, alcohol and drug use, hack&slash etc. } I’d like to find out by this post who IS comfortable with these types of roleplays rather than making someone uncomfortable just by asking. Thank you!
“I disagree. There is nothing more important that the well being of the mind and finding music again will help with that. You deserve it. We all do.”
He could see it clearly in his mind: they’d find instruments, they’d practice and it would cheer the group up boost morale. This would be a good thing. It wasn’t selfish to want to help yourself, especially if in return you also helped others and that was the kind of person Beth was.
Beth was kind, accepting and selfless. She put her family first whenever possible. She’d become a rock to Judith, practically mothering a child at such a young age due to circumstance and yet, she did not complain for a second. She enjoyed it. She liked to help people. If anyone deserved this small ounce of hope and brief moment of joy it was her.
“That would be true in the past... But we’re living in another world today. Living, not. We’re surviving. And surviving is the most important thing to do. That and protect the ones we care about. That’s always the priority, right?”
Of course she wanted music. She also wanted her life back. Her life in the farm. Her family alive. Of course she wouldn’t know the group anymore and they wouldn’t be a family, but it was the price to pay to have her life again. A sad price, but necessary if that was possible.
But at the moment, all she could think was staying alive. Helping her family to stay alive -- and that included her group that was also her family.
“I know they’ll try ‘t kill me. I’ve known about that for awhile now.” Philip wasn’t scared to face them. He knew what had to be done and that he would either survive and end them all or die trying. There wasn’t going to be any more defeat on his part now unless there was no way he was going to be able to get back up again. “You can say whatever you’d like ‘t scare me or make me think otherwise, but it’s not goin’ ‘t work. I will do everythin’ I have to ‘t get that prison. Whatever you say isn’t goin’ ‘t make that change.”
“I’m not trying to scare you.”, she wasn’t stupid; not even for a minute she thought about trying to do it. She knew he wouldn’t be scared because of her words. Nor Rick, nor anyone of the prison. None of them would be scared of what was going to be next. “I’m just telling the truth.”, maybe not the truth exactly, she couldn’t just say how things would end, but she was saying what she believed. And she did believe that the group in the prison would win that war. “Yes, you’ll do. And yes, you’ll die anyway.”
Keeping his eyes on her, he slowly nodded his head as she seemed to struggle through the pain of reality with her words. He picked up on her optimissim that the family she gain through the apocalypse was still out there surviving just as they were. Day by fucking day. Connor hadn’t been with a group long enough to forge such bonds. There was a time when he was close, more towards the beginning of the outbreak that devistated mankind. When his side was warm with Murphy’s presence and the two together led a handful of others. However, he was ashamed to admit how he had left without warning once he lost his twin. For so long who he was had frozen over. Been buried and choked on the same dirt he used to cover his brother. “He died after all t'is shit started an’ it wasn’ even a bite t'at killed him. He go’ sick…we were ou’ lookin’ fer any kind o’ medicine ta help him. I couldn’ bare ta leave him at camp so he stayed in t'e back seat o’ t'e car while I searched an’ fuckin’ searched. I jus’ couldn’…Before I knew it he was gone.”
Finally after a moment that seemed continue on as if it were hours with the sting of tears wrecking havok on his eyes, the former ‘Saint’ released her hand a murmured his next words. “A prison…S’ a good idea. Findin’ t'em woul’ take goin’ back. Everyone leaves clues behind especially on t'e run. How did it fall exactly?”
They’ve been through so much. Her group, her family, everyone. But still, she shouldn’t give up on hope. It was her only job, hope that she could be reunited with them again. What else she could do? Back with the group, she didn’t have much work to do but taking care of Judith. And after that, nothing. But now, she needed to keep going, keep hoping and one day finally finding them. She lowered bher eyes. It felt so wrong, with the dead walking on earth, someone die because of a disease. But that also happened on the prison. They were lucky that some of them survived. “I’m sorry...”, she have lost som many to know how that hurt. She’ve lost all her family but her sister and the others in the group, that were now her family as well.
“I doubt there was anything there for me or anyone. Not even clues.”, she sighed “There was this man... A bad man. We thought we won, but he came back for us. He took our home. My father...”
“i ain’ goin’ anywhere. Fear–don’ let it consume you. I don’ wanna lose you either.”
“We’re not losing each other. At least I hope we’re not...”
The blonde pressed her lips against each other, she didn’t want to show how much scared she was. Because she was really scared. Not only because of her, she was scared of what could happen to them. To her father and sister in the prison. “I’m not fighting…”, she said, each word more a whisper than the one before. Indeed she was. In her distress in making him believe, maybe she ended up showing how much she cared that he believed in her. “They caring about me or not… You are going to die. They already have motives to kill you.”
“Ya know fightin’ isn’t jus’ throwin’ punches and shootin’ at one another. You can do it with words too, and you seem ‘t really want to make me think otherwise with the way you keep talkin’.” Philip’s face was now blank as he spoke. Despite her words he wouldn’t let it sway his own thoughts as he knew regardless Rick cared about his group, and that was enough knowledge for him. Letting out a snicker he only shook his head now. “They won’t kill me. I’ll make sure of it, and I’ll do whatever it takes ‘t keep myself alive.”
She would never think that her words could make him suspicious, because what could she do? Stay quiet and let him assume she was important. She needed at least try. “I bet they also would fight hard to stay alive. And I know they will kill you. Not because of me, but because everything else. I am not the motive to have you killed. You already have done enough.”
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“I believe in you, that is definitely something I don’t want.”
He continued walking at an even pace before stopping and listening, clumsy shuffles were heard from a few feet away. “Beth.” He whispered, raising his bow to the direction of the sound. “Watch your back, I hear a walker, there might be more.”
Of couse they wouldn’t have a minute of serenity. They were everywhere, the world were full of the dead. The blonde put her hand on her knife and she looked over shoulder, afraid of one of them getting her.
“I believe in him too. But I’m… a little scared. What if they remain in denial? What do we do?”
“We do what we always do. You don’ have to be scared, Bethy. I’m here.”
“I don’t wanna lose you too. After everything... of course I’m scared.”
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laaoch dexdkennedy
“So, what do you want anyway?”
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“I would love to find one. I think I’m wearing a boot of mud already.”
“Yea y’wouldn’t want that sittin’ fer too long, might get an infection ‘er somethin’, and trust when I say you don’t want one now.”
iwontneedyouatall
“I believe in you, that is definitely something I don't want.”
She was getting scared. Even more than she already was. Everything she said made sense. She lied, but she didn’t give him bad lies, on the contrary. “Whatever.”, she said, shrugging to him, although she felt she could be even trembling a little “I don’t really care, you’ll see I was telling the truth.”. She was not even scared, but nervous, afraid of what he might do. “Again… I don’t care. I only want to survive. The prison, Rick’s group… fitted me. But I don’t really care where I am, as long as I survive.”
“Well I’m not believin’ a thing.” Philip licked his lips once more as he tapped his fingers now on the handle of his gun. “Once I make a visit to the prison group and threaten ‘em with you, we’ll see the turnout. You can tell me you don’t care all you want, but you keep fightin’ awfully hard to convince me of that. So either way this can go two ways, and until I see it for myself they do care.” Taking a step back he readjusted his weight onto his left leg. “So you can preach your little heart out all you want, but right now it means nothin’.”
The blonde pressed her lips against each other, she didn’t want to show how much scared she was. Because she was really scared. Not only because of her, she was scared of what could happen to them. To her father and sister in the prison. “I’m not fighting...”, she said, each word more a whisper than the one before. Indeed she was. In her distress in making him believe, maybe she ended up showing how much she cared that he believed in her. “They caring about me or not... You are going to die. They already have motives to kill you.”
“I don’t feel very safe here. I don’t want anyone to die because they don’t want to see.”
“That’s why they need us, doodlebug. They’re in denial. I believe in Rick. He’s knows what he’s doing.”
“I believe in him too. But I’m... a little scared. What if they remain in denial? What do we do?”
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angel-ofthelord
“What do you want from me?”
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thebrokenarcher
“Do you think we can find a lake of something? I miss being clean.”
“Yea w’can, ‘prolly be able to find one if ya keep an eye out for rivers or streams, they lead ta more open water.”
iwontneedyouatall
“I would love to find one. I think I’m wearing a boot of mud already.”
