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“ did you want to be alone? ” jesus

question prompts.

"Yes." Allison sighed, knowing she'd just told Jesus a lie. He must've sensed it too, because he made no move to leave. "No. No, I don't. But I don't feel like talking, either. — Could you just sit here with me? In a really awkward, uncomfortable silence?"

#naw #allison argent.

allisonargvnt

With access to the outskirts restricted, and weapons locked off in the armoury, Allison now had to utilise the training centre if she wanted to practice. Aiming to keep her mind distracted, she signed in for an early morning session, feeling relief as soon as her bow and quiver were back in her possession. But she quickly came to the realisation that she needn't have bothered. As soon as her hand pulled back the bowstring, she lost control of herself, fingers shaking along the elastic. Her aim was unsteady, as were the thoughts in her mind. Jackson, Tony, Gwen's father. All that training, all that planning, and they'd still lost. Finnick and Emily were hospitalised, Johanna was a ghost of former self, a result of her own failures. She couldn't focus. "Come on. Come on." With reluctance, she finally released her grip, grimly watching as the arrow veered past the dummy she'd locked onto, sticking into the back wall instead. She tried again. And again. Every result being the same. "This is pathetic, Allison."

paullrovia

With he and Peeta newly confirmed as the recruitment team, Jesus knew it was imperative he keep in peak physical shape and keep expanding his expertise. You didn't get to be as skilled as him by taking long hiatuses. The war had certainly carved a hole into his training schedule, but he could no longer afford to fall behind, well aware how dangerous the outskirts were. One slip up and they'd be dead. As a very private person, he found the early mornings suited him better — the world was quiet and he could be alone. He was just picking out some rope to start off with when he spotted her.

Jesus watched on for a while in silence, attentive and curious. He recognised the woman from the Rebel propaganda but that was as far as his knowledge went. But even with limited information, it was obvious to him that she was struggling, which was exactly why he didn’t want to get in the way. Besides, observing from the sidelines was much more his style. He'd always learnt a lot more that way. But over and over, the arrow missed its mark, and Paul's frown slowly grew.

He watched her technique, saw the strong pull of her shoulders, and could deduce pretty quickly that she was no beginner. Concerned now, he put down the rope and stepped forward, holding out his hands to show he meant no harm. “— I’m sorry to interrupt," Jesus started, pausing a few steps past the doorway. “It's just... I couldn’t help but notice your technique. You seem to know what you’re doing. Are you feeling okay?”

#february 2018.#chat: allison argent.#location: the outskirts.#</3

aldensuttcn

✁ daryl or jesus

send me a ✁ with two names and i'll tell you whom my muse would save.

"Daryl's a good guy, but Jesus was the first one to see me for who I could be, not who I was, or who I ran with. 'Went a long way."

#wtf </3 #alden sutton.#daryl dixon.

freakshaped

PRODIGAL SON 2.05 | Bad Manners

#allison argent.#jesus

aenslem

iZombie (2015–2019) | 1.10

#id watch this for rahul fr #connor walsh.#i think you know i’m not a bad guy. (musings)

jacksally

SCHITT'S CREEK 6.05 — The Premiere

#bahaha the crows #connor walsh.#i think you know i’m not a bad guy. (musings)

connorwallsh

“Hey,” Connor raised a hand in defence, totally understanding the man’s concerns. “I agree. My riches will be for superficial and personal reasons only. I don’t want power, I just want a hot tub. I’ll share it if I have to.” That was a partial lie, but Connor didn’t want to appear a total asshole. “Nothing wrong with wanting something nice for myself after all the shit I’ve dealt with.”

“So you’re one of the better guys. I can appreciate that. But you’re right, some of them are definitely… in a worse position than me. Anything I can do to help you help them?” He may be doing it for the wrong reasons, like having more time to flirt with Paul, but Connor was willing to help. He’d still be doing something useful.

paullrovia

Jesus watched Connor defend himself in interest, eyebrow raising as he listened. He found it incredibly easy to read people off the bat, but determining a long-standing judgement was something he actively worked at. He liked to see people grow, change their mind, even revert — sometimes it made them even more trustworthy. Jesus had challenged the stranger by asking him that, and he’d appreciated the explanation. “Okay. Materialism I can understand. And that hot tub does sound really nice.” He finally smiled, extending a hand. “I’m Paul. Or you can call me Jesus. And before you ask, no, I’m not kidding.”

Jesus chuckled at that, crossing his arms without really thinking about it. The observation had made him feel strangely shy. “One of them, I guess. I know there’s a lot more out there. Maybe you’re one of them, too.” He was still making his mind up about that. From Jesus’ perspective, people showed their true colours only when under pressure. And just as he was thinking about that, Connor offered his help.

Paul uncrossed his arms, staring, changing his mind about the man again. Although, Connor’s intention remained unclear. “I’m really glad you asked,” he replied, smiling, meaning it. “There’s some people we recruited recently, some we saved from out there. I was thinking about going door to door, see how they’re settling in, ask what they think they might need, or maybe want to see done here. You can’t build a community without input, especially if things are missing from it. You can join me, if you’d like?”

#august 2018.#chat: connor walsh.

connorwallsh

Connor wasn’t used to people avoiding his flirtation, so that was a first, but he didn’t react to it harshly. Perhaps he just hadn’t been obvious enough, it had been a while since he’d tried anything on. Unfortunately for Connor, one night stands in the middle of a war weren't common practice; not everyone used sex as a coping mechanism, unlike himself.

“Nobody’s really had the chance to. But we gotta’ get paid somehow, and if I can make it to riches, I’m gonna’ try.” Not that he’d ever suffered with poverty or starvation, he was technically from a career district, but it was nice to have aspirations and motivations. It was less about money, though, and more about pride, when he really considered it. He wanted to look good, to be admired. “It’s about time something did. So what about you? What are you gonna’ do in this amazing new world?”

paullrovia

Jesus remained polite, but raised an eyebrow at the man’s wording. It was an interesting goal to have so soon after a war, that was for sure. “I thought people making it to riches, and everyone else not, was the whole reason we got into this Panem mess, wasn’t it?”

He shrugged at the question, having not properly thought about it. “Long-term, I’m really not sure. Continue to help in any way I can, I guess. Keep recruiting, bring people in, make sure they're safe. Build community. I figure there’s a lot to do around here. Some people just aren’t in the right place to do it themselves.”

#august 2018.#chat: connor walsh.#LIFE SUCKS MORE

connorwallsh

Conner checked out the stranger shamelessly, eyes dragging over the other’s frame. “Sure. But this is the bench that is least covered in ash and rubble. And it’s currently the one with the best view.”

“Not yet. But if someone tries crossing me, then… maybe.” He grinned, tapping the text book with his finger. “Seriously, though, I’m just studying. ‘Gotta make a career somewhere in this messed up world, right?”

paullrovia

Jesus frowned at the reply, unsure how some grass and a bunch of screaming kids constituted as a worthwhile view. That was until he met the stranger’s eye again.

Colour flooded his cheeks instantly, though he continued to debate with himself whether the look from the other man was really what he thought it was. Despite his people skills, Jesus didn’t exactly have a talent for figuring that stuff out. Shaking it off, he chose to ignore the comment altogether.

“Noted.” The corner of his mouth tilted up at the sight of Connor’s grin, appreciating the lightheartedness. As much as Jesus sympathised with everyone’s pain, moving into Alexandria had thrown him right in the middle of all the grief and recovery, so it was nice to hear someone joke around. “Yeah, well I suppose you're right. I hadn't really thought about it. 'Careers' were only reserved for certain district tributes for a very long time. Hard to imagine it as anything else.” He frowned a little again. “But the world’s changing. Means we should, too.”

#why have we done nothing w them !!!#chat: connor walsh.#august 2018.

connorwallsh

Connor sighed, shifting some papers around in front of him at the bench he was sat at. The world’s justice system may be up in the air right now, but he still wanted to pursue a career in law. “That’s the last time I try to study outdoors when the weather’s nice. All I can hear is screaming children.”

paullrovia

A corner of his mouth lifted at the stranger’s comment as he passed, Paul pausing to glance over at the playing kids.

“You know there’s plenty of other places to sit, right?” Looking over at the man, he immediately noted the textbooks were for law. And, upon a closer inspection that Jesus couldn’t really help, he noticed the stranger’s shoulders were tense, as if he’d been hunched over a book for hours. He quirked an eyebrow, amused. “Are you planning on suing someone?”

#august 2018.#chat: connor walsh.#location: alexandria.#<3