i build bridges.

Even though the teeth are long gone, there's still bone beneath the gums and there's a lot of potential in a mighty, mighty organ. twd oc

[nefxstus]

                  the words sound distant, far off, and when                   he moves a hand to try and tug at his earlobe                   to help ease the strain he finds that they’re                   bound. panic bubbles up inside of him instantly                   as his frantic eyes move down to the rope at                   his ankles he tries in vain for a minute or so                   to escape his cord cuffs, though he settles once                   reality and fatigue set in. the rushed and wild                    movements from before leaving his head reeling,                   and while things were still fairly unclear the memory                   of being ambushed by a rather burly man is one                   of the few things that isn’t. 

                  and as he stares at the woman before him blue                   eyes narrowing, her words reverberate in his mind                   which only cause his jaw to clench in frustration.                   he’s on edge and he loathes that he doesn’t know                   what they have planned for him, loathes the idea                   that they have him bound like he’s some animal.

                          “Are y’gonna kill me? Is that why m’bein’                                              held captive?”

[miteras]

      it is a trying pleasure to hold back a laugh. as thin lips part over surprisingly white teeth, she looks down at the man, honey eyes lit with a hint of amusement. a thin hands drops to her side, fingers curled inward as she steps forward. 

                    " No, I'm not going to kill you." a corner of her lip upturns, part sneer, part smirk. the man before her looks formidable and battle-hardened, almost commanding a respect from her. calming her features, she looks around the room, to the single man standing by the door and nods to him. he returns the gesture and leaves. dropping down to her knees, she eyes the wound on their head again; it would need cleaning.

                 "Neither is anyone here, not more than you already                   have been harmed. We don't make a game out of                   killing the living, if we thought you a considerable                   enough threat, you'd be dead."

        getting up, she walks over to a small table where a bottle of water and a bowl sit. opening the bottle, she pours half into the bowl, speaking as she does so,

               "You're being held for one reason and one reason only.                  Simply put, you were in our territory and we take that                  seriously. the restraints are just -- precautionary. I don't                  like them much but we've had our fair share of the wrong sort."

               walking back over to the man, she takes her time, bowl in one hand, bottle in the other. her chest expands with every downbeat of her foot, rising with the uptake.

                      "My name is Ama, I am in charge here. Any move against                        me will end your life. All we're asking is that you answer                        some of our questions, but first I'd like to give you some                        water and take off the restrains. Is that alright?"

[butterflycaps]

[miteras]

+ iinfiinity, stetsxn, fortisxetxinnocens, versxnia 

           she had seen to them herself, dark eyes watching them carefully. she could see...fear on their face & she hated it. she only wanted to invoke fear in the evil that plagued the world, not the young people that had to endure it.

                           " you are safe here, we only want to help and once you've                               answered some of our questions you can go if you want.                               but -- you must be starving, right? "

[miteras]

            i. an  independent roleplay for an oc                associated with amc’s the walking                dead. familiar with comics & show                canon.             ii. partially selective.             iii. one-liners to novella (includes crack).             iv. crossfandom & multiverse friendly.             v. just here to have a good time.             vi. probably forgot something, just love                  me.

                                     H O M E  |  R U L E S  |  A B O U T 

[miteras]

+ nefxstus, hisbrokenwatch, likeknivves, waveringhumanity 

           her people are fierce, and protective of their home. a clear border has been set up around their current camp, a former K-Mart. although devoid of any foodstuffs, it has been mighty useful clothing people for the winter and otherwise. the last thing anyone ever seems to take is soap. but now a stranger sits before her, found trespassing and she wishes these measures aren't necessary. she's more a healer than a fighter, and the blood that drips down from their hairline concerns her.

                      " I wish we had the pleasure meeting under --                            friendlier circumstances. "

[vagabondiism-blog]

ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʏ ᴄᴏʏᴏᴛᴇ

[vagabondiism-blog]

          immediately, she is a threat to him. of course, kingpin is the sort to decide on how to deal with either imminent or delayed threats as soon as they arrive; he doesn’t procrastinate the decision. it’s this understanding in the importance of preparing that gives him the edge to many others who might claim leadership upon the many he’s given home and sanctity to; his utmost attention given to things that others might consider ‘minimal’. even in these such circumstances, he knows he must remain a true testament to the nickname he was so hatefully given so long ago; because respect, in this world, means e v e r y t h i n g. and he goes alone to see the woman who walks toward him with the prowess only a leader possesses; his accuracy in recognizing it only due to the very same power running in his veins.

         it’s actually exciting to him, surprisingly; to see another with a true chieftan’s stride. with so few in his group willing to speak for a new figurehead, and even fewer in true want of such a thing, it leaves him with little competition for the better; their acceptance of his supremacy made clear enough after the bandit incident. he had proven himself before utterly capable of brutalities beyond recognition, enough to let the people become equally as fearful as respective of him; the initial time frame during his reign being fraught with an oppression in the form of uncertainty. but now, as his era continues, he has earned their gratitude, has shown himself  l o y a l  to them on  a l l  fronts; and they don’t question him. he remains the center piece for them, the link between the savagery and the ruthlessness of the bandits and the vulnerability and weakness of the civilians in need of protection; and he intends never to move; nor be moved.

                        ( so it does intrigue him, to find another so obviously                             t h r e a t e n i n g to this balance, be it rational,                            or irrational to think so. )

        when he is in close enough proximity of the dirty blonde, he will tip his head backward a little, the sunlight burning into the open road of the city and painting his expression with contouring light; examining her with an eye both critical & friendly; one hand lazily gripped around the hilt of the fire axe. it will tighten substantially in the next few moments, as he looks to her and asks the following.

                      ❝ ——— n’here i thought i was                                 alone in this city. ❞

[miteras]

       she isn't afraid of him, nor afraid of the axe he's favouring on his side. it's all relative, to her, meaningless. honey hued eyes glance the front of him, he stands like a leader, but there is something inherently infantile in his eyes. simply put, she's not impressed. her weight shifts between her feet wrapped in leather boots. hip popping upwards, her hands will go limp. short swords loose in her hands, but still a present threat. when her eyes narrow, she curls her lip into a sneer. there's amusement there as she eyes him.

                          " it's a big city. "

          one that no one man could claim. but as she studies his face, she knows the man she's looking at isn't a threat to her. she's dealt with worse, harder men, but all she sees in his blue eyes is nothing more than a brute. she'll exhale, blinking for a moment as she takes a glance towards his men. busy as bees in the liquor shop, content to peruse labels and more than likely get sloshed come nightfall. and she wonders, does he think she's alone? a thin line takes control of her lips, not wanting to give away their positions. and she hopes they remember they still are in enemy territory just now, their enemy might also happen to be a living person. but that's yet to be decided for Ama. more than anything, she has faith in her six.

          her people know how to be quiet, now not to attract the risen. of course, living mostly in forests and unstable fortifications would do that to you. his men, this man -- they are taking advantage of this city with no cause or concern other than their greedy ways. she can see the type of leader he is in the bend of his shoulders, absolute but not ruthless. still, not like her. 

             " however, I am wondering how you ever stay alone,                with how loud your men are -- you must be dealing                with the risen all hours of the night. "

[vagabondiism-blog]

ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʏ ᴄᴏʏᴏᴛᴇ

                          —————————  ♞  —————————

          the sun’s sweltering right now, a haze of unbarred light scorching the city and roasting anything in it’s path; sans a few bold enough to believe today was as good as any to sniff out supplies. led by a bold-as-brass man with eyes all leases of blue, an old, fire axe, languidly held in his lazy fingers, they cut down any brainer in their path — with good reason, too. who needs one of those walking about when you’ve already got one too many?

reaching the shop had been a god-sent for them, as they each took a perpetual sigh of heat and relief; and he gets the biggest of his guys to break down the door. whoever’s got a gun holds it up, but kingpin’s always in the lead; and when they come to the conclusion that there’s a minute threat between these walls, their leader feels safe enough to tell them, ‘get what you need’. he knows they’ll get things of utmost importance, even if some of them look so starry eyed at the bottles of assorted liqueur, and he himself decides he’ll sit this one out; stepping back through to the beating sun.

                 ( a cigarette is taken from his pocket, and clamped                    between his lips, before he notices something                    a few blocks away; and it latches into his attention                    like an eagle does a mouse. )

      hues stare at the woman for a prolonged amount of time, his actions still, body motionless; before he’ll raise the flame of the steel lighter. a cloud’s puffed from between bearded lips, and he starts walking toward her. there’s something close to a smile on his face; but not quite.

[miteras]

           she walks with a strong gait, amber eyes narrowed as her head shifts from left to right. a mop of dirty blonde hair littered with knots and braids swings with the motion before she stops. a hand pulls into a fist and her company halts-- within seconds, the street is silent. it had been quite the ordeal getting the resources in order to come out this far, but they needed to. this trip, hopefully would ensure their safety. but for now, they were starving, they were low on nearly everything and Ama's reputation as a  l e a d e r  was at stake.

           sure, in time she has become a formidable force, able to inspire the men and women at her side, to strike fear into their few foes. it hasn't been easy for ruthlessness has never been her strong suit. but she remembers she does it for her sister, to keep her  a l i v e  in this brutal world.  

                ( she becomes a monster to prevent                   her sister from having to do the same. ) 

            though she can feel it, the fear that plagues her people. she's tried to stamp that out, that they've been through too much to lose any more whether it be people, or resources. some at their camp have outright called her mad, saying that she has a death wish-- saying she'd leave them like their previous leader did. she lets them whisper, lets them curse her- she does what she must to keep them safe. turning to her company of merely six, she tells them to search the street, there might be little to find, but there will be something.

            she herself walks forward to the intersection. there might be a horde around the corner or something far worse. she pulls out her dual short swords, her knuckles bound in leather gloves flex around their handles. then she sees it,  m o v e m e n t but it is not like the dead ones, no this one's alive. her fingers instinctively tighten around the swords but she does not raise them -- it wouldn't do to give the wrong impression .

                     she looks back down the street to where her six are                      making work of doors and gathering whatever they                      could find but also, she hears the boisterous noise                      of men -- his men. at least her people know how to                      move. 

[miteras]

            i. an  independent roleplay for an oc                associated with amc's the walking                dead. familiar with comics & show                canon.             ii. partially selective.             iii. one-liners to novella (includes crack).             iv. crossfandom & multiverse friendly.             v. just here to have a good time.             vi. probably forgot something, just love                  me.

                                     H O M E  |  R U L E S  |  A B O U T 

[miteras]

+ adorablxness, deretx, shewhowalkslightly

         approaching, there's a softness in her face, brows             furrowed in concern as she eyes the girl in front of her.             there's something bothering her about them, as if they're             injured.

                        " you look hurt, I could help, if you want. "

[miteras]

+ blkwdow, corleaena, laidre, silvxrveins, leomatrem

        her face is a blank slate, emotions undetermined. her            ferocity lays just beneath the surface, something she only            reserves for strangers. it's necessary to exhibit strength in            this new world.

                         " please excuse the conditions, it's been a while                             since we've seen a new face. though we find it                             hard to believe that you're alone -- "

[womenincaps]