O, MY ENEMY.

☇ ʙᴇᴀsᴛs ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏᴘ — ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, sᴏᴏɴᴇʀ ᴏʀ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ. ☓ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʀᴏᴇs ғᴀʟʟ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴘʟᴀʏs ɪᴛ's ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɢᴀᴍᴇs. ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴅᴇғᴇɴᴄᴇʟᴇss 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ's ɢᴏɴɴᴀ sᴀʏ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ.

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Literature hadn’t interested him twenty years ago, and though his gradual obsession with the matter wasn’t embarrassing – he still felt the need to keep it in the dark. His apartment had begun looking like a library and visitors would see the clear interest. Though, outsiders would be none the wiser. And that’s the way he preferred it. “ I’m familiar with “Hogan’s Heroes” and “Castle Wolfenstein”, but beyond that my German is a little rusty. ” He jests, eyeing the worn paperback in the younger’s hands. It wasn’t unusual to find personal items thrown out onto the streets, but foreign literature? That was a tad more unique of an event. 

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                    Nimble fingers ghost over the spine of the book, feather light as they trail up, feeling each groove and tear. A brow raises, half in disbelief, and half in confusion.  ❝ Never heard of ‘em. ❞ She’s toying with the paperback in the palms of her calloused and bruised hands as she speaks, testing the weight, the worth of it. This would rack up a hefty price was her current mindset, but she put those thoughts on the back-burner for now. Holding up the book, her head gestures to it, hair falling loosely around chiselled features, almost to say ‘take it.’  ❝ The buyer flaked on me, his loss. ❞ Besides, there was too much military presence around to start bringing her smuggling business into the conversation. Sometimes a loss was her gain.

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@ofstvrs ♡’d for a starter  

                   It was one thing to know power, to feel it, and another thing entirely to see it unleashed in the flesh, to witness the destruction and passion poured into each movement. To feel it channelled, intent on obliterating whomever was unlucky enough to be on the opposing end of it. That is what the fight ring meant for her. To let people know her power. It's rather inevitable that the first moment she gets, things escalate quite quickly. Faces and screams blended together in one violent blur. All that remained, all that was in startling clarity, was the nirvana that flooded through her system, the sheer relief that comes with excess energy being burned off, fully satiated in macabre flurry.  ❝ Water. ❞  A tired hand signalled the stranger to the flask that sat on the ground besides their feet, the words practically forced from her throat. Her body is aching, trembling, but she shows no sign of discomfort, she can’t let that side show around the people of the fight ring.

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@stavins  ♡’d for a starter

                It almost takes a moment to register someone is speaking; and another heartbeat more to decide if she desires to answer. Legs outstretched comfortably, the cigarette is brought up to her mouth for a slow, languid drag. It's one of those nights for this stranger, clearly. The soul-searching ones, looking for meaning, for purpose. Why am I here? Do I make a difference? Only humanity dwells on things like that. It's their curse, in a way, to overthink things that don't need to be. To find meaning in everything, even when it's not strictly necessary. The repetition of it all almost made her want to bash her head in. Now it's just a fact of hanging around people, all of their pride and all of their insecurities. Now, she uses it to her advantages. Sometimes it still makes the vein on her temple throb a bit, though.  ❝ Is there a point to you telling me this? ❞ 

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ofalke:

If Alex were to be honest, she really had nothing in particular against Meira. Her anger and vitriol were more because she had no one to be angry at that she could torment without repercussions — other than Jamie, but it wasn’t as fun to make fun of someone who was an easy target. Meira was more enjoyable to poke and prod and antagonize; she was smart and strong and pretty. Alex had to really dig to be annoying, and she loved a challenge. “ I feel like smugglers are just super fucking boring in general, ” she commented, boot clad feet smacking against the metal of the streetlight, long gone without light. She did this sometimes, kicked things and punched things, just to feel the sting against her knuckles or toes. It made her feel like she was doing something, for a change. “ Like, we get it, you’re wishy washy little BITCHES who will do anything for your own gain. Welcome to humanity, ding dong! ”

                    Perhaps she would be more offended, were she within the irritable company of another woman —- yet it is painfully clear that which stands before her has not yet crossed over into adulthood. How very cliche; a bratty teenager upon a self-entitled pedestal of superiority and vanity. Her nails are biting, grasping at the material of the backpack to get it open, stuffing some unsuspecting schmuck’s valuables into it. Alex’s tone of voice immediately snaps her to attention; but her look is far from meek. Though, Meira had to admit, being a smuggler had it’s advantages. It’s a heady, though subtle, power trip of a different kind. Knowing that her influence, even sans violence or threats, could be so potent. A slick tongue runs over dry lips, and when she speaks, the voice is almost hoarse, each syllable ending in an indisputable growl that thrums deep from within her chest.  ❝ My own gain, yes. Remember that. When you have to stoop so low to come to a smuggler for your next meal. ❞ Pale eyes flicker onto the younger girl, and whatever sympathy that glance should have held didn’t quite reach her eyes.

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♡ for a starter from meira.

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so .. let’s get on with it? my name’s sian i’m nineteen ( due to be twenty this saturday woe is me ) and i am addicted to video games so you’ll catch me on the ps4 whenever i’m not working ( currently playing monster hunter: worlds hmu with your psn if you have it ) i have a tattoo from bloodborne bcos i’m a loser and it’s my fave game and i drink way too much rosé hehe

more importantly lets talk about my babygirl meira shall we?

she was born after the initial cordyceps outbreak so she's been born into this ruthless lifestyle, which stopped her from having any kind of childhood and kinda takes away from her humanity because in her eyes, she's just surviving

meira has never had anyone to take care of her, she was part of the orphanage program at the school in the boston qz, very seldom attended classes, she's more street smart than book smart

my girl is a smuggler, bringing contraband in/out of the qz for a fee, some people agree with that and some don't! because of this, she tends to avoid the military personnel ( also just because she doesn't trust them due to how she was treated as a kid )

she's sided with the fireflies but is quite slack with it? she supports the cause of course, but when it comes down to it, if she had to risk her lives to help the fireflies? she wouldn't

she has the mentality "feed a man for free and he’ll be back again for more. feed a man a bullet and you won’t hear from him next time." ( despite her weapon of choice being anything sharp )

a woman a few words she speaks only when she needs to ( or feels like it, really) 

although she lives in area 2 she does like to spend more time outside of the qz walls rather than in them, the infected are easier to predict

throughout the rp i want her to blossom, she’s very aloof, untrustworthy, also you might wanna keep your shit away from her because if she sees something of value? swiper no swiping

to find out more you can simply plot with me!!! either through tumblr or discord 

[lucybaird]