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jo brewer. small but fierce

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insouviance:

She gave a short laugh, dropping unceremoniously into the empty chair across from the other. “Take it or leave it—not gonna get any sweeter than that.” Glancing again at the sketch, she noted its usefulness for an independent survivor. Of course one would want to know how to get in and out if she ever came back; the woman was clever, but clever didn’t mean trustworthy. Just because she was funny didn’t mean she was reliable. “Yeah? So what does that make you: a wanderer or a survivor?”

"Consider it accepted. Though you should really consider buying me flowers before you try to butter me up again. Makes the delivery less nauseating.” She threw an idle glance at the wilted stems which once held a litany of Christmas arrangements before the world crumbled, before their caretakers disappeared along with the water. At her company’s question, green hues flickered back to the new face across from Jolene. “I’m a Virgo.” Once upon a time she had simply been a wanderer, but now... Now she wasn’t sure survivor was a heavy enough classification for what she became to survive. “Were you in here when it all went down or did you find this place?”

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siwazurisurvives:

“Well I can’t blame you for that at all.” He offered up with a chuckle as he crossed his arms. He had found that it was easier not to judge people and what they had gone through on their way into the city. “Well, it looks like a Costco mainly.” He joked with a smile on his face as he looked at her. “Typically it’s just a safety type of thing, I’m sure you understand. I’m Siwa, by the way.”

"Good.” Others had already explained the man’s role within their little brigade before he ever stepped foot in her general direction, so already Jo bristled slightly at his presence. Authority never did sit well with her, even before the end of the world, but she knew how to play her cards. “Just getting a lay of the land, so to speak.” The quietest hint of a smile passed over the woman’s lips. “You think this place is unsafe or that I am? I suppose it’s still not too old world to say that it’s nice to meet you. My name’s Jo.”

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joxpacker:

Jo couldn’t hide the offense he took to her reply. He wasn’t the kind to take part in confrontation, in fact he actively avoided it, so for a moment all he could do was stare at the girl quietly. It was an awkward silence but not a long one. “We’ve been surviving just fine believing what we believe. At the end of the day, this fence gives us hope no matter how little.” His palms were getting sweaty. “But if.. if you were ever to change your mind. And realize there’s strength in numbers, we’ll be here.” 

"Maybe, but what happens when that safety is gone? What happens when this place inevitably gets overrun because somebody’s baby shrieks too loud, or they try to start one of these cars, or you just get damn unlucky?” Placing faith in one establishment as some symbol of permanence never sat well with Jo, she simply didn’t understand the nature of attachment in this new world. Sentimentality was inherent weakness, and weakness was a death sentence. “I never said there wasn’t strength in numbers. I’m sitting here with you, aren’t I?”

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idevenkk:

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“we’ll win. but we need to wait for the right moment.” the walking dead

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krudelis:

❛  Or I could just put this right into your skull and get on with my day?  ❜  Showingly twirling trusty war axe between skilled fingers, a mere proposition, as deep brown glare didn’t miss the shift underneath wooden furniture. Scavenging had it’s fun part, threatening the competition reigning atop the not so lengthy list. Hitting jackpot close second. Blame it on a sixth sense, or on weeks worth of experience, he could’ve bet his remaining fortune ––  all of 73 cents leftover in dirtied jeans pocket ––  that whatever laying at her feet was the gold mine of the day. Scrambling pen did have an unfocusing effect as he took strides towards the other survivor. It amazed him, how people still had the nerve to keep on with trivial matters. Was she drawing? Was she writing? None of it mattered much anymore, their very time ticking down faster by the minute. And yet, people found ways to waste it. It shouldn’t be bothering him, the more people would be unprepared, the more likely they were to meet their demise sooner than he would. More supplies for everyone. Maybe he could help put an end to her clock and claim more time on his with whatever remaining goods she was bound to hide somewhere near.  ❛  But be my guest, by all means. Keep on doodling stick figures, it’ll hurt less if you don’t see the blow coming.  ❜  And people had the nerve to call him heartless.

“Oh it’s far too early in the day for you to start talking dirty to me.” Regardless of his idle, or perhaps genuine, threat, Jo made absolutely no move to shift from her position at the desk and continued finishing up the east wing as best she recalled. Only when the glint of his axe caught her eye did she bother to entertain the conversation further, wry amusement painting formerly stoic features as her curled locks canted to the side momentarily. How unawares could one person be? Stick figures, of all things. “I was actually drawing your dick... But I don’t think I have it quite right. Can you hold up your thumb for a second?” Beryl hues rolled practically out of her skull before she continued, echoing his same words right back. “By all means, keep underestimating me. It’ll be fun watching that dopey expression on your face when you wake up to absolutely nothing on your person.”

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frcddieb:

Freddie pursed his lips, a little concerned, and went to put chairs beneath the doorknobs before locking them. It would do nothing, he knew, if people really wanted inside. But he did that before things went to shit and smalls habits helped to calm him down. Nights were always bad, safe or not.

He finally joined Jolene back in the bedroom and took a seat on the bed, grimacing at the creak it made. “Anything else we can do to fix this place up?” he asked, knowing full well that trying to give her an order would be detrimental to the rest of their evening together. And she wasn’t being too irritating.

Yet.

Not that Jo believed a group of resource hungry scavengers would come crawling to this particular house out of all the ones on the block, but one could never be too careful these days. She continued lifting windows and closing them with dark fabric notched between their panes as the sun drifted ever lower towards the horizon, only turning from her ministrations at the sound of heavy footfalls. 

“If you secured downstairs then this is the best we can do. Just don’t shout or light a bunch of candles and we should potentially make it until morning.” It was the creak of the bed which drew a terse breath from between full lips as she finished hanging the last towel, only mildly relishing in the fact that the room had darkened significantly as a result. “I really hope you don’t think we’re sharing the bed.”

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notporcelain:

“Maybe not to you, but I consider this place to be my home.” Sure, it’s unconventional and can occasionally be a pain in the ass for lack of basic functions, but it’s somewhere safe. It’s a place she and her camp members can unload at the end of the day and feel somewhat at ease. Anywhere can be home with the right people. “I’m not going to say you’re wrong there, because you’re not–people definitely take advantage these days, but not everyone is inherently bad.” She shrugs off the ‘are you implying I’m a thief’ and instead takes a few steps back from the other woman. There’s a table between them and then some, but she doesn’t want to invade her space. “I only walked around so you didn’t feel like I was looming over your shoulder…I’m sorry.”

"That’s cute. Stupid and naïve, but cute.” As of late, Jo felt as though she were the only person who accepted the very realistic notion that home would always be ever changing scenery. The only roots one could plant would be within their own body, while they still controlled it. “No everyone isn’t inherently bad, but everyone is capable of inherently bad things. Don’t you think?” She had witnessed it herself and been the prime example all in the same breath. “You’re not the first person to linger over my shoulder. Apparently tracing is stranger than blowing corpse’s heads off these days.”

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joxpacker:

The girl clearly wasn’t the least bit concerned over Joseph’s presence so he dropped any pretense of posing a threat. Still, his hand rested on his hammer. He couldn’t help but frown at her last comment. “Neither, James. It’s not stupid to want to defend your home. Especially when many don’t seem to have one to begin with.”

"God,” she groaned towards the sky, “all you people and your talk of home.” How many times had she heard others use the word in the past week? At least a dozen, if not more. It was as pedantic as it was foolish. “Newsflash... There are no more homes. There haven’t been any since December. The sooner all of you get that through your thick skulls, the better chance you’ll have at survival. This little makeshift fence doesn’t mean shit at the end of the day, you do realize that right?” Surviving was a mental strategy, not a physical one.

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oliviabow:

Olivia walked behind the stranger to look at what exactly she was sketching. It looked like the Inn. “I mean, I am by far a prettier subject than a dingy old hotel,” she observed. The stranger looked tough and prickly, not unlike someone she knew even more than herself. “You know, you don’t seem too bad,” she judged, perhaps too quickly. “Are you looking for a place to stay?” 

"You think very highly of yourself, don’t you?” Though Jolene wouldn’t disagree, she refused to dignify that with an accommodating remark and instead simply shook dark locks with the faintest expression of annoyance. “Glad I have your approval.” Poor, poor judge of character. “Are you inviting me to stay at the place I’m already inside? We’ll have to work on your timing.”

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BOLD all that applies to your muse!

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sendameme:

Eyes: Blue | Green | Brown | Hazel | Grey | Other Hair: Blonde | Brown | Black | Red | Ginger | Grey/White | Multi-color | Other Body Type: Skinny | Slender | Slim | Built | Curvy | Athletic | Muscular Skin: Pale | Light | Fair | Freckled | Tan | Olive | Medium | Dark | Discolored Gender: Male | Female | Trans | Cis | Nonbinary Sexuality: Heterosexual | Homosexual | Bisexual | Pansexual | Asexual | Demisexual | Other Education: High School | University | Higher Education | Uncompleted Living Situation: Lives alone | Lives with parents/guardian | Lives with significant other | Lives with a friend | Drifter | Homeless | Community | Other Parents/Guardian: Mom | Dad | Adoptive | Foster | Grandparents | Family friend | Deceased  | Estranged Relationship: Single | Crushing | Dating | Engaged | Married | Separated | It’s complicated I’ve been: In Love | Hurt | Sick | Abused I have a(n): Learning Disorder | Personality Disorder | Mental Disorder | Anxiety Disorder | Eating Disorder | Substance-related Disorder Things I’ve done before: Drank alcohol | Smoked | Done drugs | Stolen | Self harmed | Starved myself | Had sex | Had a threesome | Gotten into a fist fight | Gone to the hospital | Gone to jail | Used a fake ID | Gone to a rave | Killed someone Positive Traits: Affectionate | Adventurous | Athletic | Brave | Careful | Charming | Confident | Creative | Determined | Fearless | Generous | Honest | Humorous | Intelligent | Loyal | Modest | Patient | Selfless Negative Traits: Aggressive | Bossy | Cynical | Envious | Fearful | Greedy | Gullible | Jealous | Impatient | Impulsive | Insecure | Irresponsible | Possessive | Sarcastic | Self-conscious | Selfish | Unstable 

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4, 12 !

4. What seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character?

They’re all very disjointed and random:

Six years old. Watching the other showgirls and her mother mill about backstage in their glittering bejeweled costumes, egregious feathers attached to the tops of their perfectly styled hair. She thought that they looked like princesses or something out of a fairytale; baby Jo decided that they were the most beautiful women in the world.

Eleven years old. One of the other girls at a sleepover asked her why she doesn’t have a dad and who would take her to the father-daughter dance at school. Jolene told her that she didn’t know him and she was happy about it since all of the other girls’ dads were ugly anyway. Nobody asked about him again after that.

Seventeen years old. Some sleezy guy on the strip tried to recruit one of her suburban friends into being an “escort outcall”, though anybody who grew up in Vegas proper already knew that was code for under the table prostitution. While somewhat acceptable in Sin City due to all sorts of legal runarounds, it still came with the same amount of bullshit. Jo told him to get lost, but still pocketed the card. She thought on it all night before finally burning the damn thing come morning.

12. What are your character’s major flaws?

HAHAHA better question: what aren’t her flaws? She’s hostile, conniving, disloyal, duplicitous, you literally cannot trust her as far as you can throw her (which might actually be pretty far bc she’s tiny). Jolene only cares about her own survival and finding her mother through any means necessary, everyone else is just a footnote or a momentary resource in obtaining her goal. There are few lines she won’t cross to lodge a knife squarely in the center of your back, it’s a habit which both isolates and drives her all at once.

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rarerpmemes:

* (  positive  personality   traits!

bold   all   that   apply   to   your   muse,   italicize   the   ones   that   slightly   apply,   and   strikethrough   the   ones   that   definitely   don’t   apply!

adaptable / adventurous / agreeable / alert / appreciative / articulate / athletic / balanced / calm / caring / charismatic / charming / cheerful / clean / clear-headed / clever / colourful / compassionate / confident / considerate / contemplative / cooperative / courageous / courteous / creative / curious / daring / dedicated / deep / dignified / disciplined / earnest / educated / efficient / elegant / eloquent / empathetic / energetic / enthusiastic / faithful / flexible / focused / forgiving / freethinking / friendly / fun-loving / generous / gentle / genuine / good-natured / gracious / hard-working / helpful / honest / honourable / humble / humorous / idealistic / imaginative / independent / individualistic / innovative / insightful / intelligent / intuitive / kind / leaderly / logical / lovable / loyal / lyrical / many-sided / mature / methodical / modest / neat / observant / open / optimistic / orderly / organized / original / passionate / patient / patriotic / peaceful / perceptive / perfectionist / personable / persuasive / playful / polished / popular / practical / precise / principled / profound / protective / punctual / rational / realistic / reflective / relaxed / reliable / resourceful / respectful / responsible / responsive / romantic / scholarly / selfless / self-reliant / sensitive / sentimental / serious / sexy / shrewd / simple / skillful / sober / sociable / sophisticated / spontaneous / stable / steadfast / steady / stoic / strong / studious / suave / subtle / sweet / sympathetic / systematic / tasteful / teacherly / thorough / tidy / tolerant / trusting / uncomplaining / understanding / warm / well-read / well-rounded / wise / witty / youthful .

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Car Radio, Twenty One Pilots.

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1, 3, 6, 7

1. What would completely break your character?

Watching her mother die or having to put her down. That’s it. The end. Losing the only shred of family that she ever had in this life and the last would undoubtedly shatter her.

3. What was the worst thing in your character’s life?

Before the apocalypse? Probably living with the knowledge that her mom wasted the best years of her life caring for and raising Jo instead of fully pursuing her dreams of dancing. After the apocalypse? Not knowing if she’s wasting the remaining time of her own life now by chasing a phantom who might not even still be alive.

6. What is your character reluctant to tell people?

The terrible things she not only witnessed while traveling with the roamers, but aided in of her own accord. She likes to tell herself that she participated in every horrible, heinous act they committed against other groups for the sake of pure survival in an effort to see her mom again... But sometimes she lies awake at night wondering if she’s not a monster, too.

7. How does your character feel about sex?

It used to be something done for fun without strings attached, now it’s a bartered commodity like everything else. Jo is very, very particular about who she allows that close to her since despite how detached she is from the action, it’s still a level of vulnerability that she isn’t comfortable with anymore. Or maybe never was and the apocalypse just drew it out into the open and gave her a solid reason. Not to mention that all it takes is screwing the wrong person to get infected; she’s not trying to shack up anytime soon.