Nothing Will Work Unless You Do

Former Teacher / 43 / Leader If you need me you can find me at the V.A. Medical Camp. "He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak."

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onsilcnt:

a smile h i d d e n behind his mask, watching as she o p e n e d the window and gave him THAT reply. pik laughed s i l e n t l y, glancing down b r i e f l y ; though eyes shot back up to CATCH her next question. ohp! the blonde held up a f i n g e r… as if to ask her to w a i t — before WHIPPING out his notebook, w r i t i n g something down… and showing it to her: ❛ a gift. ❜ a p e r k of his brows… and he turned it back around w r i t e something else. ❛ front door? ❜ he s p e l l e d out and showed. 

it looked SUSPICIOUS… he knew that. of course, if she refused, he would UNDERSTAND and just p o l i t e l y leave the basket at the front door — which contained a bunch of peaches, with a note saying: ‘ hello. my name is pik. i’m new to your community and just wanted to say hi. this is in note form because i’m deaf and prefer not to speak. ’ having had  trouble in the past, the lanky blonde felt it s a f e r just to WARN people prior in the friendliest of ways… just in case.

Vanessa wasn’t entirely sure as to what sort of little show she was getting, but naturally, she had the patience for just about anything. The finger being held up didn’t silence herself but she slowed up to offer the man an opportunity to get to scrawling. Vanessa knew to be wary. In times of so little, she needed to be guarded for the betterment of her whole camp, but he was just about the cutest thing she’d come across all day. A gift? He was a gift, most probably. Her heart never did steer her wrong in terms of impressions and she couldn’t help but lean into her instinct as she leaned on the window sill. “A gift? Well, aren’t you just the sweetest little...” Vanessa hesitated for a moment, wondering if she was talking a little fast, though he seemed to be able to keep up with her mouth’s wish to ramble. 

“Wait there.” A light instruction, but she left him waiting at the window so instantly he didn’t have much of a choice in whether he caught what she’d said. Vanessa was positively tickled by whoever this young man claimed to be. In truth, anyone who wandered into her camp offering genuine gifts off the back of nothing deserved just about every second she had to spare. She moved quickly through the corridors and pushed through the front door, out to find the blonde. When she did she caught him by the elbow and pulled around to stand in front of him, ever the tactile greeter. “You wanna come in? I’ll get you something to eat.” 

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aoifesurvives:

“no! i’m being serious!” aoife turned towards the person, a soft expression on her face. “i had a bird that used to come around back at home. i used to put seed out for it in the morning before i went to school. do you think it got sad when i wasn’t there in the mornings any more? would it be mad at me? do we know how long birds can hold grudges for?” she’d often wondered how long the bird had shown up at her window until it gave up, moving on somewhere else. she wasn’t sure what state ireland was in, but she liked to think her little bird friend would have been able to find food somewhere else. 

“I’m sure it has a little nest going for itself, baby, and it’s not holdin’ any kinda’ grudge. We all have to move on sometimes.” Vanessa knew first hand that moving meant surviving. She’d had to move all the way from Alabama, and through VA had become a home she did have to remind herself that nothing was to be permanent. “I’m sure it was as sad as anything to lose you, but it’d be happy knowin’ you’re still alive and kickin’. Never know, if it’s meant to be your paths will cross again.” Though it was probably only a small bird out in a harsh world, Vanessa had seen smaller fight through harsher. 

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onsilcnt:

the pebble hit the window with a c l a n k ; pik had just thrown the third one he’d c o l l e c t e d at his feet, it just tapping the far corner of the window ; that one was a bit LOUDER, though. good. the quiet man was going around meeting as m a n y people as he could, introducing both himself and bringing a bit of a w a r e n e s s to his disability. were he to LIVE here, them not k n o w i n g just might get THEM or HIM killed, after all. dark browns w a i t e d until they saw movement in the window, then he brought up his h a n d and sent over a little w a v e — before pointing down to a basket he was holding and then to the figure. he had a little g i f t for them.

Vanessa looked up, then to left, then to the right. It wasn’t a strange thing to hear echoes of things that didn’t even exist. She was tired, overtired and had been for a while. What else was to be expected? At least it wasn’t anything calamitous, just a small clatter. Like something against glass, her eyes immediately moving to her window. There stood a man waving at her. Hearing things was one thing, seeing them was another. Vanessa stood up away from the rosters she was beginning to drown in. There seemed to be time for everything, but her sleep schedule didn’t quite align. She opened out the window and leaned against the frame. “Now honey, I don’t know if this is some kind of romantic gesture, but I really need to keep these windows intact, you feel me?” The leader of the camp tried to grasp the situation but knew it would require further inquiry. “Whatcha’ sellin’, stranger?” 

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iiintuition:

just the mention of the holidays brought a smile to the girl’s face. back at home, she didn’t celebrate holidays. christmas, hanukkah, winter solstice, neither of her parents were big on organized religion. she heard other kids talk about the gifts they wanted or the kind of dinners their family would be cooking. she couldn’t help but feel a PANG of jealousy every time she heard them talking those things. now, she was INCLUDED in these discussions instead of being excluded and rejected. oh, how the times have changed. ❛ w-what about christmas lights !! perhaps menorahs, too ?? ❜ she suggested as she flapped her already shaky hands. ❛ oh, i’m so excited !! ❜

“My little sunflower, we’ll have all of those things.” They would. It didn’t matter if Vanessa would have to sacrifice every other commodity, a child’s joy was so vastly more important. A child, the child, this child. The ray of light stood in front of her that graced Vanessa with a reminder of why she worked so hard, why the struggle for survival was so endlessly worth something. “You know, I have a feeling... Now it’s more just an inkling, that you might be the very person I need to help with decorating this place. How do you feel about a little arts and crafts? Would you help me with putting together something festive?” In truth, Vanessa could only mirror the young girl’s excitement, so ready to ask what she usually did for the holidays, what gifts she’d like, her favorite holiday tune. Containing herself was difficult but they had time, at the very least the leader would always make time for Blythe’s angelic little smile. 

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bencficent:

“I’m not; I’m not!” Fiona laughed, scratching in between a lazy robo’s ears as they spoke. the older her got, the more affectionate and cuddly he seemed to become. “I think it’s a lovely idea, Vanessa.” Anything that could boost morale was not crazy–it was necessary. With so much darkness in their lives, people needed some LIGHT in order to cope. Fostering resilience was the only thing that could keep people from losing their ability to SURVIVE and paramount within that was bolstering gratitude and allowing people to take the time to live in the moment, to find some remnant of happiness. “I don’t know if we can find a real tree–or if it’s worth the trek, but we could maybe find some plastic ones in someone’s garage. I’m sure plenty of houses still have their holiday decor intact.” Just like when she was a kid, the pantries were always full of canned cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie mix as if they’d come fresh from the government or church sponsored food boxes she and her dad had lived off of on more than one unfortunate occasion. “We could see what holidays people want to celebrate and maybe start there? And we could find out who is good at cooking, because despite watching Chopped reruns on occasion when i couldn’t sleep off-shift, I’m a terrible cook.”

Her smile warmed at Fiona’s laughter, a joy fit for the holiday season. There’s something about happiness that makes Vanessa believe more deeply in the good of the world, smiles and friendship lifting her up and allowing her to live life with vigor and excitement for the future, whatever that may look like. Happiness reassures, it prevents the fearful from being held back and the angered from being engulfed, and other’s happiness has saved Vanessa more than her own ever could. “This place doesn’t need to look like the Rockefeller Centre, I think a plastic tree would do us just fine. Even better than fine, means we could keep for next year.” Vanessa was always planning for the very uncertain future. Next year was such a journey away but her voice did not offer any tonal change that could denote concern. She believed with her whole heart that they would not miss the celebrations next December. They would still be here, whether that was Cheyenne or elsewhere, they would still be alive and still be happy. “Now, honey... You are looking at her. I don’t remember a Christmas I didn’t cook for, Thanksgiving neither. Don’t you worry about your Chopped or your cookin’, but if you’re looking to learn extra hands would always be welcome.”

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mrsxcrowe:

As the words sunk in Candice couldn’t help the way her lips parted further into that grin, stretching with the easiness the topic afforded to her, “I love that,” she told her with an enthusiastic nod of her head, thinking it to be a great idea—wondering if she could do the same at the Capital. “I’m sure there could be some holiday decorations to be found somewhere, maybe even some lights or candles to brighten things up a bit,” she nodded again, making a mental list of the things she could ask for—search for herself if need be.

“Candles, that would make a difference around here. Maybe we could find ourselves one of those Bath and Bodyworks, they have to have something cinnamon-y, don’t they?” There was a smell to the season, pine and nutmeg and all things warm and homely. There was something so relaxing about the holidays, something so wholesome about Christmas and its celebration and how it would bring her people together in the name of something greater than themselves. Things were different now, the faces were different but the sentiment in her mind had very much remained the same. “I just feel like everybody needs a little something, something to look forward to again.” 

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unfatcd:

the idea brought a smile on claire’s face — christmas had always been her favourite holiday. but she had to admit, she wasn’t fully sold that everyone would be in a very holiday mood. at least, she hadn’t seen anyone very into it for the past three years. but this was vanessa, and if anyone could get people into it, it was definitely her. “well, i’m sure the christmas decorations in all the department stores will be untouched. maybe we can try to figure out some kind of celebration between the camps?” claire chimed in her two cents before realizing, “though i lost track of specific dates way too long ago. i’ve no idea when christmas actually is this year.”

“You know I was thinkin’ just the same. I mean I know people went and pilfered what they could get their hands on in the beginning of all this mess, but I’m pretty sure nobody got to dragging out fake Christmas trees and baubles. Not exactly top priority.” She could understand why they’d been left, but that did not mean in the upcoming month that they wouldn’t become desperately important in terms of livening Cheyenne up. “Celebration between the camps? Oh, that would be beautiful, Claire. And I really do want the distance between to feel less and less, you know? We’re all trying to do the same things here. Just keepin’ going as best we can.” Vanessa thought for a moment. They were still in November, mid-to-late the last time she’d checked, but time had a funny way of distorting itself. To survive one day is to live a year, it feels arduous and like an accomplishment considering the circumstance. 

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“Okay, don’t go lookin’ at me like I’m crazy...” A warning has to be offered, though light and said with a smile as always. As dark as life had tried to become, each evening bringing dusk in quicker and quicker, Vanessa found herself aligning with the sun over the moon. “But I’m thinking about sprucing this place up a little... For the holidays!” Though the changing season meant cold creeping in and surviving becoming even more of an uphill battle, there was something that could not be quelled in her, a joy that couldn’t be dampened by any mischievous Jack Frost trying to make her camp inhospitable. “Open to all suggestions here.”

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feelhuman:

        the  sight  chokes  him  up,   jaw  tightening   &   gaze  flickering  even  as  her  words  echo.   long  ago  he’d  hardened  the  shell  encasing  his  skin,  a  protective  layer  forged  out  of  necessity.   fireproof  in  case  his  matchbox  fingertips  ignited  his  own  skin,   refusing  to  burn  for  anyone  but  himself.  now  there’s  a  heaviness  pressing  down  on  him,   remorse  for  all  the  lives  lost,   a  child  without  the  chance  to  live.  it’s  suffocating  because  he  feels  it,   not  yet  the  unfeeling  monster  he’d  feared  most.

        ❛         —–i  doubt  it  will  ever  be .         ❜    his  words  are  raw,   even  if  some  part  of  him  wishes  it  were  easy.         ❛      how  do  you  keep  doing  it   ?      ❜     showing  that  much  compassion,   it’s  something  he  respects,  admires  even.  a  trait  that  he  wishes  he  showed  more,  he  has  before,   even  if  he  doesn’t  quite  believe  it  but  he’s  forgotten  exactly  how.  everything’s  muddled  in  his  mind,   thoughts  he  chooses  not  to  dwell  on  for  fear  of  drowning  in them.

It’s not easy. Maybe it looked easy, her hands cradling a body that never got to know its full potential like she knew them. Her words always flow so fluidly because there is only so much to say, with a heart full of love all that streams from her mouth is a shaped love, rounded and cut into words to make sense of the senseless. Vanessa knows how to feel and how to combat pain, how to overcome its effects and live on in its aftermath. Born surviving, made survivor.  

“How? Don’t think it’s so much about the how, honey. The how is just part of me, I was made this way, not something that I can change, not something I would change.” Vanessa would never and could never even attempt to edit who she was. If she did, did that set the precedent that she thought of herself a better creator than the Creator himself? Loving was painful, but never so painful that she couldn’t bear it. She had been given a burden that she could carry, her challenges never exceeding her abilities. With each heartbreak, her heart grew stronger, more able for the next, reinforcing itself for a world gone dark. “I know it’s hard to see... Are you doin’ alright?”

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top three people you respect.

☼  •  —  ❝   what a b e a u t i f u l question. i have such an uplifting, almost overwhelmin’ admiration for so many of the survivors i’ve met  —  so many gorgeous souls, so strong an’ so k i n d. they’re abundant in this blessed lil’ community. if i had t’pick three  — well, i know for sure i’d have t’start with vanessa. the sense of family, of l o v e that she facilitates within her camp and in all of her encounters it’s so inspirin’. she’s one of the most compassionate, most dedicated women i’ve ever met, beautiful inside an’ out. an’ then there’s mason. i jus’  — the respect i have for mason is profound, it’s i n f i n i t e. he’s dedicated so much of his time an’ his energy to learnin’ a new skill jus’ because of its potential for — an’ his commitment to — helpin’ people. jus’ helpin’ people feel better. an’ if that’s not the mos’ honest and commendable thing, well, i dunno what is. i feel so fortunate, so grateful for the opportunity to help him. he’s got such a kind heart, an’ a warm a u r a.  an’ then there’s ashley, the closest thing i think the world will ever see to a livin’, breathin’ ray of sunshine  — she’s jus’ so full of l i g h t. i’m bein’ honest when i say i have never met a single soul more selfless than ashley banks. everything she does is out of this inherent love an’ compassion an’ concern for humanity, an’ she really d o e s do so much, it’s   — it’s amazing, and so incredibly admirable. i strive to radiate even h a l f the positive energy an’ warmth that rolls from her aura in waves of golden light. it’s mesmerizin’. ❞

( @matrmvdita | @purgctus | @ashhes )

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resiidem:

CARELESS  BOY              ignorance  is  no  longer  bliss,    ignorance  itself  does  not  exist.   every  breath  you  take  is  loud  &  exhausting,   every  motion  heavy  to  take.    you  are  carrying  guilt  atop  your  chest.  you  are  sleepless,    and  unbearable.    why  do  you  keep  subjecting  people  to  yourself?     you  were  meant  to  be  doing  better  by  them.      ❛     excuse  me,  ma’am?     ❜     do  you  think  she  can  hear  your  nerves?    you  do  present  them  so  readily  these  days.      ❛     i  have         gifts  for  you.     ❜     .     @matrmvdita.

Vanessa looked at him with eyes that loved him, adoration spilling out and surrounding him, trying to protect him. It would require work, that a look alone would protect someone so in need but if anyone could perfect it would be her (God willing). “Gifts? Am I hearing you right?” Unexpected but she still held herself poised and polite. In times so dire everything had a price, absolutely everything had a return so naturally, she was interested by his selflessness. “Because I see the greatest gift standin’ right in front of me.” Something between the youthful life of the living and company, for her those were two of the ultimate gifts still possible. “Not sure you what more you could offer me that goes above and beyond that little smile of yours.” Meant to pull it out from hiding, him seeming so unsteady in himself and Mama wishing to stabilize the earth beneath his feet. 

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amentias:

      austin watched the tender from afar, ADAMANT about keeping his distance from the damned thing. a child, taken far too soon, and vanessa had to be the one to do it. it was a simple mistake to assume that austin would be okay with such a heinous act, to believe that the redhead would not MOURN the loss of a young one. in truth, his heart was softened at the thought of children, and yes, it could be counted as his one true weakness. it was rare for this side of him to come out, however, as he had always made it a POINT to stay as far away from children as humanly possible. but every now and then, a moment like this was BOUND to slip between the cracks—he was just happy that the only people that would witness this side of him were people like claire & vanessa. they were the only people that he had learned to TRUST, the only people that wouldn’t use this weakness against him in such a volatile way that most would. 

     ❝ you gonna bury that THING ?? ❞ he questioned with a faux-nonchalance as he crossed his arms over his chest—the only thing separating him from this INTIMATE moment. so long as he at least TRIED to keep his guard up, then he’d be okay. he’d be granted some weird, convoluted sense of safety that he craved. ❝ did it… did it turn on ya ?? ❞ austin was almost AFRAID to ask, fearful that if he knew the answer, his walls would tumble down. it was only a matter of time before he found his breaking point, and after the time he spent with his sister, he knew it was right around the damn corner. the redhead inched forward SLOWLY, in no hurry to see the deceased. still, he needed that confirmation, that image in his head of, not innocence lost, but innocence PRESERVED in a perpetual state of time. 

“Now I know you didn’t just go calling that boy a thing, not in front of me.” Vanessa wasn’t quite stern in words, rather just unyielding to Austin’s need for detachment. Probably would have been easier to be feet away, oceans of uncried tears away from the devastation that lay deceased. It was not his fault, for he was young too. Vanessa was determined to be the rigid fist that fought for him and not against him, unwavering but refusing to be harsh. “He is just as human as you or I, because honey right now we’re all one step away from being like him, you understand? I cannot have you disrespecting him, I won’t. If you’re disrespecting him, you’re disrespecting me and you’re disrespecting yourself. He can’t do me wrong anymore and I will not do wrong by him either.” It was her way of explaining the need for softness in such a deadly time. Everyone preferred voiding their emotions in favour of using weapons with reckless abandon. Vanessa could not and would not stand for that, she would not stand for young men and women forgetting who and what they were fighting against. 

“He had me thinking he was just fine, a little limp to him but nothing that couldn’t be fixed. But... Well, now we’re here. Couldn’t have been bit too long ago.” That was what hurt. What if she had appeared sooner? What if she’d saved him? Who would he be? These were the questions that prevented Vanessa from sleeping, that woke her up from naps that only lasted fifteen or twenty minutes at a time. The feeling that there was more she could do allowed her the strength to fight longer and with more vigour but it weighed heavily on her heart. “Now, are you going to help me out with this, Aus? I don’t mind if you don’t, but I’m not leaving this boy out here, nobody deserves that.” Vanessa had learned not to expect anything from those around her, that she had to be willing to do what she asked of others on her own if they went and let her down. She would dig this boy’s grave with her tired fingers and would find energy in the fact that there was still breath in her lungs that allowed her to do it. 

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“There’s somewhere better for you, baby, I’ll tell you that.” Her heart ached with each thud, wishing to give this child back the same dull rhythm he so desperately needed in his small body. Vanessa held the back of his skull, not feeling comfortable letting the boy’s head rest on dusty ground. A wasted mind, that was all she could think about. He could have so easily been a boy in one of her classes from before the darkness of the outbreak. Had he been a talker or a class clown? Maybe he excelled or maybe he struggled, either way Vanessa would have done everything she could for him. Unfortunately, she didn’t have a cure for the virus that was spreading, not yet. There was nothing she could do for this young gentlemen. He hadn’t been so gentle when he was trying to kill her, but Vanessa couldn’t hold grudges against those who couldn’t help themselves. 

“I’m hoping that you can rest peacefully now and I’ll be praying for you. He’ll look after you if you let him and if you don’t, he will always waiting.” Vanessa allowed the boy’s head to touch the ground for the first time since she’d taken his tainted life from him. She stood up from her knelt knees, hand needing to grasp at the dirt for leverage before turning to the company she’d garnered. “I’m not sure if it’s going to get any easier.” Her tone wasn’t one of defeat, a direction she refused to take since taking up her position at VA, rather she was just taken by the overwhelming sadness that coursed through her. It was something she allowed herself to feel, something she believed kept her humane and good. “If it did I’d get to worrying.”

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Basics

Name: Vanessa ‘Mama’ Hendricks Age: 43 Occupation: Principal of Carver Senior High School

Biography

Vanessa new the goal she had in mind and she did not stop pushing for until it was hers. Vice principal was incredibly rewarding but she’d had enough of being the second in command. When the opening came after the retirement of their principal Vanessa knew there was no way she wouldn’t get the position. There had been interviews and it had been all very formal but she and her Sunday morning reassurances sessions with God told her that there was no better candidate. Any other time in her life she would have expected the hurt, allowed a space for disappointment and allotted energy reserves that would get her back on her feet. With this she did nothing, she had put all her eggs in one possibly flimsy basket. 

The dedication had paid off. It had come down to her loyalty and the effect she had on the students within the school that made her into everything the board had been looking for. She was sure there had been no happier moment in her life that sitting in her new found office, in a chair that felt deserved with a title that rested comfortably atop her shoulders. A duck to water was nothing close, it was more like Vanessa had been the principal of the school since day one there just happened to be middle-men and woman that had muddied the waters. Vanessa made sure the school progressed with her at the helm, looking into different programs and outreach and finding a particularly interesting endeavour which the board were intrigued by. 

A principal swap, for all intents and purposes, that’s the reasoning behind her upheaval. Cheyenne is not a holiday for her, but the evenings are for her to do as she pleases. It’s an opportunity to view another school from the inside out. Vanessa is actually very excited about the whole ordeal as a way for her to broaden her own perspective on being a principal and what that actually means and what good she can take home for her own students and faculty. What’s more, there is also the importance of what she herself can impart on the school she’s been invited to. 

Headcanons

Vanessa loves her job but when not on the clock or corresponding with the Lord her saviour she does always find time for wine

When she can’t be brought to church she brings church to her and so she’s been scoping out a temporary church that would suit her time in Cheyenne

She’s quite homesick and naturally her conversations gravitate to back to ‘Bama. 

Gets behind football nearly as passionately as she gets behind God

Loves you

and you

And 100% you too

Connections

let her love u kids

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angela-marie-anderson:

Lowering the rifle, the small blonde gave the woman a soft smile. The dr was so much like her mother, but unbelievably understanding and kind. Making her nothing like Abigail. Still, the religious aspect of both women were the same, along with the need to stay busy.

“Me”, the teeny blonde asked. “Yeah, perfectly. Why?”

And with her lie, it felt as if the ring in her pocket weighed a hundred pounds. Suddenly she was all too aware of it’s presence in the breast pocket of her flannel shirt. Trying to look casual, Anna reached across her chest, adjusting the strap of the rifle hanging from her shoulder.

“Perfectly?” Vanessa chose that word, plucked it from what the woman had said and instantly knew she was being lied to. “You know, I don’t think anything’s been perfect for what... Two, three years now.” The older woman mused, momentarily wondering why she was being lied to. Vanessa wanted to build a camp off of communication, an open forum for everyone to voice themselves whether it be positive or negative or just sitting in the grey of the in between. “If you don’t want to talk right in this moment that is okay with me, but don’t go telling me things are perfect when they ain’t. I wasn’t just dropped off here, sweetpea, I’ve been around a minute.”

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voluptcs:

@matrmvdita​

“Excuse you!!” A voice that was so often pleasant and bouncy, now came off as shrill and haughty as the sound of a couple of boy’s laughter was cut. Valerie’s trip to the camp to deliver supplies had been cut short the moment a couple of young.. young delinquents had made an attempt to grab a few of the baked goods in the small pack she was carrying and ran off. Little did they know, Valerie had extensive experience with shit-starting young men. The pack dropped onto the ground and one hand had gripped the scruff of one of the boy’s collars, stopping him in his tracks. Her tone was sharp and reprimanding as she snatched the plastic-wrapped bit of bread from his hand. “Who in gods name raised you to think it was okay to just steal like that?! Wipe that smirk off of your face and tell me your name right this instant!”

Busy. That was one word to describe Vanessa’s every waking moment. It didn’t matter what she wanted to do or what she needed to do she just knew she would be busy. The camp was never in a  perfect position, there was never enough of anything so every moment was a moment to make things better. She was on her way to rectify a security issue that had been brought to her attention about oe of the exits when she came across a scene that she couldn’t ignore. “This is Marcus. Isn’t that right, Marcus?” Her face was stern, the face of a mother who had nothing but fury simmering under her calm facade of a face. “Now... Are you going to tell me why this lady is tryna’ hold you like a no good thief or did I do a good job of picking up what ya’ll or putting down here?” Her tone still had pep about it, but there was the definite air that the full conversation was not being had in front of a guest. “Miss, how about we release the hold and we’ll talk it out, because Marcus here, well he knows that once you let him go if he even thinks about running he’s not going to have a place to sleep here tonight.” An empty threat, but he didn’t have to know that.

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me: *knows*