The Dead Girl

My name is Lizzie, or at least that's what a plastic bracelet around my wrist said. Welcome. I'll try my best not to eat you. Tracking lizzietheundead [OC RP blog following back all similar, OOC in brackets.]

[lizzietheundead]

Sooo... maybe I should make a post addressing this.

I'm not very active on this blog anymore, because I never really got into Lizzie all that well. 

I'm actively roleplaying all the time on this blog and I actually think I'm doing well with it. If anyone would like to roleplay with me there I'd love for you to meet her and the guys. (Please don't be intimidated by the many characters, it's not that scary I promise!)

Well yeah, I guess that's all I have to say, if you're dying for some Lizzie I still check this blog pretty often so message me and I'll get a notification and come talk to you.

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Lizzie still cowered at the God, now unsure of his true form. Strangely enough, a wave of calm washed over her, like she was a child in a terrifying situation but soothed immediately at the sight of a parent. She realized that the source of this calm was unnatural, and part of her tried to convince her to fear, but she was overcome by the spell he cast. She suddenly trusted him far too much. “I don’t know what that means… I only know that whatever isn’t trying to eat me is trying to shoot me.” She threw her arm out in a gesture meant to address the whole world, then lifted the side of her shirt to show the bullet holes that meant absolutely nothing. “I’m alone Loki…” Her lip quivered but tears refused to rise to the surface. “There’s nothing else like me out there, and I’m scared that I’m not meant to be here, that I’m just some mutant or freak. Something that someone else created. I don’t want to kill people. I don’t want to eat them. I don’t want to be something out of nightmares. I don’t want to be alive!” She shouted, like a child having a tantrum, as her fear became anger. Not at Loki, but all the rage that had built up since she’d woken up. She grew exhausted and hung her head, her voice almost a whisper. “but I can’t die…” 

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“Of course you cannot die, lass.” Loki chuckled, watching her in her fury as it sizzled to the surface only to be emitted in a small voice. “You are one of the undead. Something you cannot change should not be something you are ashamed of. I have known vampires, werewolves, succubi, many more frightening “beasts” than you, love. I’m a god, and as a god, I feel it’s a duty of mine to tell you that you are who you are for a reason, I would not lead you astray…”

Laced with honey-sweet lies, the trickster chose his words with care. “If I wanted you dead, I’d have you killed. You cannot die because I want you to survive. To die is to give up, and you are stronger than that, obviously. Death is an exit none should long for, it is painful and cruel, not only to you, but to those around you… Now, cease in your mutterings and longings for death.”

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She pouted like a scolded child, feeling the need to obey Loki. You obeyed Gods right? Lizzie felt as though putting up a fight would not do her any good. She waned to die but she didn't want to be killed. Especially by whatever power he possessed. He seemed kind, though, and Lizzie naively believed him to be. 

She was still irritated, however, cracking her knuckles. She felt like breaking bones, but she couldn't now and the sound was similar and calmed her down. "What am I to do then? Continue to kill? I don't see much of a cause in my existence , but if you do, I suppose you know what's best."

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Bite Me... Seriously Though Don't || Lizzie & Vex

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Lizzie smiled and clapped her hands “We could get a little ‘home sweet home’ mat and it’ll just like we’re playing ‘house’ except with the undead trying to kill us and the threat of starvation!” She spoke cheerfully, and although it was sarcastic she really liked the idea of even a temporary home. “I don’t remember when I last slept in a bed… literally, I don’t!” Her smile turned into a cringe, she didn’t remember the last time she’d showered either but she wasn’t sure if her skin would rot away more in the water.

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Vex’s lips curled up into a sarcastic grin. “I hardly see how you have to worry about starvation. You can basically eat anything as long as it doesn’t run too fast,” she chuckled and bumped the door closed with her hip. It had been who the fuck knew how long since she’d felt hot water on her bare skin, let alone been safe enough to get properly clean. Without much thought for modesty, Vex yanked the grubby old t-shirt over her head and went to work on the sword rigging she’d engineered herself, strapped around her petite hips. Even before the world had gone to hell, the halfling had never been very concerned with modesty. “Well, guess you’ll be making all sorts of new memories. Now move aside dead girl. I’m not taking any chances that the boiler will break down before I can get at that water.”

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"You'd be surprised at how fast some things can run, actually... and I won't eat just anything." She looked out the window to the undead elders roaming below. "I guess I'm not a fan of aged meat, and I don't touch zombs." She'd misheard the word when she'd first woke up and has since been corrected, but she'd often find herself calling them 'zombs'. Old habits undie hard. She turned away from the window to Vex's shirtless body. Lizzie also had no need for modesty, but she still stared. Her body sure didn't look like that... She shrugged and stepped out the door, taking Vex's shirt. She figured she'd find out how to wash it for her. 

[lizzietheundead]

Oh, you mean getting wasted on beer (and probably worse) since you were like, 12? Good for you, dad. I'm so fucking impressed.

So I have to console my twin sister who has the same body as me who too fat and insecure to go and sing her solo during the concert. It makes me fucking sick.

and then my mom asks me why I was upset and I tell her that I don't like when our family fights and makes my sister cry. She has the fucking nerve to tell me that I wasn't there for most of it.

I've been there for 17 years of you making us feel like fat pieces of shit.

No, I don't want your diets, or your physical trainers, or your gym memberships, or your "portion control", or your constant nagging about "wasted calories"

I want my parents to love and accept me at any weight and not shame me for being the way I am. I have enough self-hate as it is. 

If I'm depressed and I want to drink a tall glass of lemonade, I'm gonna do it. Maybe a glass of lemonade or a cookie will keep me from taking my life one day.

Then, she stands at my door and says "goodnight. I love you."

and I respond with. "Goodnight."

"I love you."

no response.

"I love you." 

"What? Goodnight!"

"Ugh! You say you don't want this family to fight and you're the one causing the fights."

NO. I am not starting a fight by being silent. YOU'RE starting the fight by yelling at me for being silent. 

I am not obligated to say "I love you too" 

ESPECIALLY when I'm angry at you.

I do love you, but I do not wish to say it at this time.

but you have no respect for that.

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DAARRRYYYYYLLLLLLLL

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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

*breath*

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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PRISON WEDDING PRISON WEDDING

WE ARE ALL INVITED

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Chivalry is undead.

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Michonne kicks ∞ ass

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Gotta play the hand you're dealt. You only got one.

Merle

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I want a Tumblr best friend. Reblog if I can go on your page and write stupid things in your ask box whenever I'd like to.

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Message me your reaction if you found me curled up against you in bed.

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YOU’RE IT! Rules are: copy and paste this to 10 other beautiful people/blogs who you think deserve this message! Keep the game going and make everyone feel beautiful :D

Seriously though, Claudie-Mun ILY <3

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Lizzie screamed and jumped away from him as she saw her copy staring back. She’d only seen her reflection once before and it was something out of her nightmares, and she’d avoided mirrors ever since. Her breathing quickened as she stared at him. His eyes as red as the blood that stained his lips, his body as cut and discolored as her own, his curly hair laying scraggly and tangled in his face. She folded in on herself in fear, clutching her arms around her stomach and lowering her stance, repulsed by the identical copy of herself. His words echoed in her head, ‘Hell-hound… beast… mass slaughter… chaos…’ She blinked, trying to keep her gaze from him, but still making brief eye contact. “W-What are you saying…? That I’m.. a monster? A demon like the ones I read about in that book!?” She almost screamed the last one in desperation. Her lip quivering in fear and pain. 

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“No, lassie…” The liesmith sighed, becoming a form far more fitting of the situation; slicked back ginger hair and yellowish skin now replaced the curly locks and bloodstained figure. Loki still looked frightening, but something soothing emitted from his body; something she would find calming. “You are no monster, but you are a being of Helheimr; my daughter’s realm. You must eat, lass, it is no fault of yours that you must feed off another being - many do it, and many feed off another species and feel it right to do so… Why should you be any different?”

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Lizzie still cowered at the God, now unsure of his true form. Strangely enough, a wave of calm washed over her, like she was a child in a terrifying situation but soothed immediately at the sight of a parent. She realized that the source of this calm was unnatural, and part of her tried to convince her to fear, but she was overcome by the spell he cast. She suddenly trusted him far too much. "I don't know what that means... I only know that whatever isn't trying to eat me is trying to shoot me." She threw her arm out in a gesture meant to address the whole world, then lifted the side of her shirt to show the bullet holes that meant absolutely nothing. "I'm alone Loki..." Her lip quivered but tears refused to rise to the surface. "There's nothing else like me out there, and I'm scared that I'm not meant to be here, that I'm just some mutant or freak. Something that someone else created. I don't want to kill people. I don't want to eat them. I don't want to be something out of nightmares. I don't want to be alive!" She shouted, like a child having a tantrum, as her fear became anger. Not at Loki, but all the rage that had built up since she'd woken up. She grew exhausted and hung her head, her voice almost a whisper. "but I can't die..." 

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Bite Me... Seriously Though Don't || Lizzie & Vex

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Lizzie dabbed her arm with a nearby towel quickly, it obviously didn’t hurt that bad on her mostly dead nerve endings but the temperature was a shock to her. “It’s- it’s hot…” She looked at Vex, surprised and perplexed. Lizzie didn’t have some useful memories such as how water and electricity work, so sometimes she was like a little kid who’d get into things she didn’t understand, and she didn’t remember a time when shower water was hot. 

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Grey eyes lit with excited curiosity and she slipped the machete back into its sheath at her hip. A pale hand reached out and tentatively flicked through the water. “Well fuck me sideways…” she grinned at Lizzie. “The electricity isn’t on in the kitchen… but power must still be running to the boiler in the basement. Shit if we could clear this place out…” It was ideal for someone like Vex who couldn’t interact with electrical appliances without causing an explosion. “Hot water, a decently stocked pantry, plenty of rooms… We could do pretty well here for a bit while we scope out the area for hints on where you’re from.” 

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Lizzie smiled and clapped her hands "We could get a little 'home sweet home' mat and it'll just like we're playing 'house' except with the undead trying to kill us and the threat of starvation!" She spoke cheerfully, and although it was sarcastic she really liked the idea of even a temporary home. "I don't remember when I last slept in a bed... literally, I don't!" Her smile turned into a cringe, she didn't remember the last time she'd showered either but she wasn't sure if her skin would rot away more in the water.

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She giggled, she really liked this God, much more than the one she had read about in that black book. “I stayed with a man, a priest, he’d found me after I’d fed and he told me that he thought I could be be saved… I spared him since I wasn’t hungry, but he gave me that book, y’know, The Bible I think it was called? The priest spoke to that God but he never spoke back… and he poured this water on me… the whole thing was really weird. I stayed up all day and night reading that book, cover to cover, but it really confused me… I didn’t like that God, he seemed kinda crazy and hypocritical to me…” She lowered her head shyly, clasping her hands behind her back before peeking back up shyly at Loki. “Then I ate the priest…” She smiled slightly, her guilt obviously showing. “Oh, and I’m… well… I’m not really sure.” She giggled, not knowing how to answer his question. “I guess I was a zombie, then got better but… not quite human.” She shrugged, “Wait, you’re a God, can’t you tell me?” Her eyes widened at the hope that he could.

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Loki liked this one, he thought, allowing himself to study her bizarre contrast between appearance and personality. His eyes altered to match hers in colour, and bones cracked and reformed until he stood - an identical copy - before Lizzie.

“You needn’t feel shame for the priest’s death. It is truly his own fault for thinking that he could trust a hell-hound - a beast from my daughter’s realm. You are not quite a beast, lassie, but whatever your soul is, it is certainly capable of mass slaughter and of bringing chaos to the most tranquil of homes…” The liesmith explained, using the term “hell-hound” as a term for anything born from the depths of Helheimr rather than a hound. “You are an ally of my house, I believe. So take my word as truth, you are a servant of my daughter - or, that is to say - you were before your confusing disappearance and whatever followed it.”

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Lizzie screamed and jumped away from him as she saw her copy staring back. She'd only seen her reflection once before and it was something out of her nightmares, and she'd avoided mirrors ever since. Her breathing quickened as she stared at him. His eyes as red as the blood that stained his lips, his body as cut and discolored as her own, his curly hair laying scraggly and tangled in his face. She folded in on herself in fear, clutching her arms around her stomach and lowering her stance, repulsed by the identical copy of herself. His words echoed in her head, 'Hell-hound... beast... mass slaughter... chaos...' She blinked, trying to keep her gaze from him, but still making brief eye contact. "W-What are you saying...? That I'm.. a monster? A demon like the ones I read about in that book!?" She almost screamed the last one in desperation. Her lip quivering in fear and pain.